I’m not angry, though I have felt that at times in the past nine months. Not disgusted. Still mystified. Incredulous even. Saddened, and discouraged a little. And at a loss for how to proceed.
We all know, deep down, dang it, that there lies the only possible path out of this mess of devisiveness. To reach out, at least mentally, a spiritual adjustment, a cosmic shift perhaps — to those we have come to despise and badmouth over these last four years, or 12, because of their politics.
