To sweep my mind and time clean of all Trump-inspired pundits and supporters so the epidemic they produce leaves my hands free. Donors, friends, colleagues and others have no right anymore to occupy my sentiments. I’m content losing them, starving them for the irrational, vitriolic attention they crave because they are just like him. They put his capitalism first, his lies on a silver platter, and his poison infected every single one of them. So goodbye to the women-haters, the racists, the mean-spirited money-mongers whose minds are twisted and hearts cold as stone. I prefer a scorpion under my skin than five more minutes indulging the antics and rhetoric from them.
Happy New Year. Be strong. Don’t give up your hope or power. We have a community that presses forward, and there’s always power in glorious numbers.
Americans have never elected a tyrant, a despot before.
An authoritarian regime defeats democracy. I was in The Gambia a week and a half ago, and last week residents finally rejected their president Yahya Jammeh — a government that outlawed peaceful assembly, “arbitrarily jailed critics and tortured critical journalists..,” the New York Times wrote.
Homophobia was rampant, and Yahya Jammeh told Gambians that he’d personally slit the throats of anyone he knew to have homosexual relationships.
Miraculously without a coup, Gambia’s president accepts defeat after 22 years, and voters who feared him, but never gave up, made it happen. They’ve lost their tyrant and fooled, idiotic Americans elected “ours” — Donald Trump, who among other crimes, has allowed the Koch Brothers to infiltrate his “team” so that climate change can be assailed as phony science, and public lands tossed to privatization and the highest bidders. We can say goodbye to wild horses, dolphins, human rights and everything we cherish, OR we can join the resistance — work for Trump’s early impeachment.
I’m wired for confrontation and fighting back because Trump’s insane vision of America should get the fight of his putrid life.
Several days after the shock of 9 November, I found an email from Robbie Mook, the Hillary for America (HFA) Campaign Manager and chief strategist. At the time, I could hardly bear to read it, and having read it, I took little consolation. Yet, it stayed with me. I returned to it again two weeks ago, and then again this morning. It carries a soothing and constructive response to the election day debacle and needs to be preserved. Continue reading “The Aftermath: Robby Mook’s Email”→
My language is defined by The D Word. It started the eve of 8 November when the big denial hit. No! Deception quickly nipped the heels of denial. There must be deceit somewhere; this cannot be a definitive vote; it cannot be for real. If not fraud then definitely hacking, a conspiracy, cyber warfare, nefarious forces, moles at the highest level. Continue reading “The D Word”→
Few would have blamed Hillary Clinton had she canceled her first post-election public appearance on 16 November for the Children’s Defense Fund. But she did not cancel, giving proof to the legend that she is an indomitable fighter who does not give up. The well of grief could be seen in her eyes. But hers was a message of hope. “We are stronger together, when we lift each other up.”
Hillary’s resiliency is part of her nature. She also relies on simple, healthy pleasures like yoga and walking in the woods with her spouse and their dogs. And that’s where Margot Gerster met her in a surprise encounter just two days after the election. Continue reading “Hillary’s Come Back”→