The job is over, which means that I have no excuse not to pay attention to current events. So, I read the Washington Post and the New York Times. This sucks.
While I was working in a place that discouraged political discourse, I avoided keeping track of what our toddler-in-chief was doing. Now, however, I view it my duty to follow the slow descent of our country into authoritarianism.
Sorry, I know that is hyperbolic. But so much of the time, when I read the headlines I feel like I am stuck in a dystopian novel from the 1940s. I have trouble wrapping my head around not only what is happening, but that there are so many people apparently willing to accept what is happening. (You think not? Google “Republican support for Donald Trump.)
I don’t want to talk to Trump supporters. But I also don’t want to talk to Bernie Bots, or people who voted for Jill Stein, or some other third party candidate. I don’t want to hear them ignorantly say “But Hillary would be worse.”
I am trying not to think badly of people. But sitting facing an extended time with no income into the house, and a spouse whose upcoming field season is increasingly imperiled, I have little patience with anyone who excuses Donald Trump’s insistence on a project that won’t actually increase border security, or who refuses to accept their own responsibility in this man being in charge of the country, when his track record of bankruptcies brings into question his competence to even run his companies.
I want the Democrats to hold firm on this. At the same time, I know that we can make it through, but I have friends who are being well and truly screwed over. We can make arrangements to pay our mortgage — I know people who won’t be able to pay their rent if this shutdown goes on much longer.
So, I will read, and fume, and find myself at 4 a.m. watching shows on Netflix to relax enough to sleep.