2016 isn’t over yet, and some of my social media pals are calling it the worst year since they were born. I guess it depends on your vantage point, and what hurts you the most personally.
The election of Donald Trump is ominous, and his most hateful supporters have already been emboldened. We can expect next year to be a fucker because of it.
The mass shooting at the Pulse Club in Orlando last June was the deadliest ever.
There were many tragedies in 2016, and we’ll still be living with that pain in 2017.
I’m also saddened by the deaths of some of our favorite public figures, but we must call bullshit on anyone who says the year was bad because of those passings. Some of those public figures accomplished a lot in their lifetimes, and life is finite. Accept it.
At this point, all we can do is prepare to resist the bad things we expect in 2017. I live in San Francisco, where my elected representatives in both Houses of Congress already oppose Donald Trump’s worst goals, so I’m less burdened than some other people.
Thoughtful people in RED states and Congressional Districts must get into the habit of writing to Members of Congress and other officials. It may not save Obamacare or Social Security or keep us out of another war, but that doesn’t lessen the responsibility to speak up.
Every one of us must vote, even if we know or suspect Moscow will hack the elections.
There are many things that test our character, and the allegedly hopeless case is one of them. If we take action when we’re told it won’t change anything, on one level we’re wasting our time. However, on another level, we’re showing dedication which will serve us well when we find the occasional exception.
I never want to be one of those people who ends up with this famous quote in my personal frame of reference. I’m guessing you don’t want to be one of those people, either:
First they came for the socialists, and I didn’t speak out because I was not a socialist.
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I didn’t speak out because I was not a trade unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I didn’t speak out because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me — and there was no one left to speak for me.
— Pastor Martin Niemoller 1892-1984