I think there is an existential unease among all who are paying attention. What we’re wondering is - how bad will it get, and how fast? There’s all the normal stresses of life with the catastrophic reality of climate change looming over our shoulders to make every small accomplishment ring hollow.
The short sighted optimists are hoping we return to a semblance of stability in 2029, once the national shame of trumpism runs its course.
A friend of mine is in school to become an addiction counselor/therapist, and they were saying there are white guys in class doing the “what about white history month, what about racism against white people?” slop, and I’m just so tired. We’re going to be having these sisyphean conversations the rest of our lives because the dipshits asking those questions don’t actually want answers. It’s so sad to watch gen z fall into line of culture war bullshit instead of seeing through it.
On a personal level, after the hundredth instance of happening, I think I somehow broke through the other side. All we really have the power to do is build community, and that comes naturally to us, because we actually believe in community.
I think about the Portland frog. A month ago, it was one person being brutalized by police. Now, hundreds are there nightly, and they are supported by street medics, legal observers, bail organizers, ride shares (because when DHS arrests people in Portland, they drive them across state lines to release them in Vancouver WA), cooks who provide meals to protestors, etc. This is the vanguard, and they are practicing. Will they be crushed and snuffed out like BLM and Occupy? Probably. Maybe they’ll go underground.
There is good in this world, Mr frodo, and it is worth fighting for.
Generations from now, they will look back on us, at this hinge point in history. How do we want to be remembered?
I think there is an existential unease among all who are paying attention. What we’re wondering is - how bad will it get, and how fast? There’s all the normal stresses of life with the catastrophic reality of climate change looming over our shoulders to make every small accomplishment ring hollow.
The short sighted optimists are hoping we return to a semblance of stability in 2029, once the national shame of trumpism runs its course.
A friend of mine is in school to become an addiction counselor/therapist, and they were saying there are white guys in class doing the “what about white history month, what about racism against white people?” slop, and I’m just so tired. We’re going to be having these sisyphean conversations the rest of our lives because the dipshits asking those questions don’t actually want answers. It’s so sad to watch gen z fall into line of culture war bullshit instead of seeing through it.
On a personal level, after the hundredth instance of
happening, I think I somehow broke through the other side. All we really have the power to do is build community, and that comes naturally to us, because we actually believe in community.
I think about the Portland frog. A month ago, it was one person being brutalized by police. Now, hundreds are there nightly, and they are supported by street medics, legal observers, bail organizers, ride shares (because when DHS arrests people in Portland, they drive them across state lines to release them in Vancouver WA), cooks who provide meals to protestors, etc. This is the vanguard, and they are practicing. Will they be crushed and snuffed out like BLM and Occupy? Probably. Maybe they’ll go underground.
There is good in this world, Mr frodo, and it is worth fighting for.
Generations from now, they will look back on us, at this hinge point in history. How do we want to be remembered?