I had coffee with a friend last weekend. We compared notes regarding our respective acts of rabble-rousing and resistance. My friend is a mostly-retired psychiatrist (in other words, she is WAY smarter than me); who had not been expecting to expend her early retirement energy in active political resistance; yet, here she is. Here we are.
She and I are aligned in philosophies and have a shared sense of dread, grief, and horror regarding the current administration. For us, this sensation is both a catalyst to action and a burden–a burden that often takes residence in our guts and minds, like an OCD virus that threatens our sense of inner peace and causes bouts of crankiness that are sometimes directed at innocent nearby targets, such as our husbands.
The past couple weeks have been a good opportunity to take a mental break. The D is doing an excellent job of exposing his own incompetence and blinding narcissism–without any help from myself, his many detractors or the ‘fake’ media. In my friend’s words: “he is doing our job for us”.
The D’s firing of FBI Director Comey is a clear obstruction of justice; the initial reason given was Comey’s revelation of newly discovered Hillary emails in the late days of the 2016 campaign; a laughable and ironic justification from The D regarding an act that he previously praised, and one that most likely tilted the balance of election in his direction. On the heels of that debacle, The D shared classified intelligence with his Russian BFFs during a cozy photo op (for Russian press only). That may be one traitorous act too many, even in the eyes of Republican cronies — time will tell.
There is a rumor that several Republican’s are considering withdrawing support from The D in a belated attempt to restore their integrity–or at least a facade of integrity. This may be a window of opportunity for them to actually hear what their constituents are saying during the current Congressional break.
Ultimately, The D’s cluelessness and blinding narcissism will be the primary reasons for his seemingly inevitable downfall. The House of Cards is starting to crumble; the cracks in the orange veneer are getting more obvious. As much as I’ve enjoyed a week or two ‘off’, watching events play out; I/we cannot return to the not-my-problem complacency that allowed the D to be elected in the first place.
I used to sing in a choir. For long-sustained notes, we used a technique called ‘circle-breathing’: each chorister sneaks a breath at a different time, so that the audience hears one seamless long-sustained note, without a perceptable break. Circle-breathing depends on teamwork, recognizing that each individual needs to occasionally catch their breath.
To my persistent friends–take a breath when you need to and protest loudly when you are able. Collectively, our voice is unbroken and undeterred.