I’ve been in an unproductive haze all day. I started out ready to polish a post I’d started working on early in the week. Then I started to scroll through Facebook. Even on a good day this is a bad idea. Today was worse. It became an ever deepening sinkhole of helplessness. Right out of the gate Trump’s press secretary Sean Spicer is making verifiably false assertions. This seems to be an indication of what a lot of people who didn’t vote for Trump were afraid of. The death of any objective form of truth. Apparently alternative facts are to become the new normal when trying to judge the truth of claims. There are FACTS and then there are “alternative facts.” Which, although untrue, are expected to be received as just as valid as actual verifiable evidence.
I am in a similar emotional state as the week after the election. I guess I had a vague idea that things wouldn’t get off to as much of an abrupt start as they have. I was very wrong. I’d like to be one of the people who makes a difference in stopping this tyrant from destroying our country, but I don’t know that I have the emotional resilience to do so. I was encouraged by the huge (no yuge jokes, I promise) turnouts at the women’s marches in the U.S. and across the world. I genuinely hope that the recognition of the enormous opposition to petty, uninformed, misogynist, and racist behavior of our new president makes a difference in how things play out over the next four years. But in a world where facts don’t matter and politicians for the most part operate based on their own whims rather than the will of the people I don’t know how far voicing dissent will get us. I’m extremely disheartened. He is unequivocally an asshole. And a childish one at that. He’s the dumb schoolyard bully, but unfortunately he’s also in the seat of the highest position of government.
I wish I had ideas. Some way to push the rudder in a positive direction. But I don’t know what to do. Getting the right people elected to Congress and state representation is one of the things that are supposed to make a difference. But there never seems to be enough support for the ones who really want to help the people rather than helping themselves. And two years is a long time to wait to start getting the right people in office. A lot of damage can be done in two years. I’m afraid for myself. I’m afraid for my friends. I’m afraid for strangers whose fear I empathize with. I’m afraid for my country.