Martha Kennedy suggested I watch this video. Generally, I don’t watch videos and this isn’t my musical taste. You don’t need to like the music and I don’t think the group “Dead Kennedys” expected you to like it. This isn’t entertainment. It is eerily prescient … except that current reality exceeds my wildest, weirdest, worst fears.
When you finish watching that, you should read this piece from The New Yorker. The two go together like a horse and carriage, although I’m ready to believe that the cart is pulling the horse. I never believed I could be this personally upset by national politics. But I’ve never lived through anything like this before. I’m glad my mother didn’t live to see this.
I am now living my nightmare in a world rendered dystopian by one man and a lot of foolish voters and liberals too faint of heart to recognize a genuine threat when it was shouting in their faces. They still seem paralyzed. Maybe when the shock wears off? The Women’s March was, to date, the brightest spot in what has been only one week of Number 45’s reign of terror.
It feels longer, doesn’t it?