I went silent after the election, shocked and numbed by what had happened. An orange-faced baboon with the attention span and emotional maturity of a toddler would be putting his generously formed, 70-year-0ld ass in the chair behind the desk in the oval office. I was temporarily paralyzed.
Not anymore. I donated to Planned Parenthood and to a food bank serving Hispanic families. I learned that if you call congresspeople rather than email, you have a better chance of getting your message across, because an aide has to answer phone and report the call. You can be a huge pain in the ass.
I vowed never to accept that things are normal anymore. There has been a shift, and it has changed how we look at this country, at our neighbors. All I can do is save as many people as I can. I will pay more attention to what goes on around me. I will question the news. We are not who I always thought we were. That is my fault, for somehow deluding myself. There is way more hate, and bias, and anger here.
The thing is, I have taken a deep breath. I will do all I can. In the meantime, I have put up my Christmas tree, and found a picture of this incredible, way over the top manger monstrosity, which I think is quite humorous.