I don't know about you, but my Senators' phone lines are busy and / or the voicemail is full. Every. Single. Time.
It helped today to read the "World" section of the NYT. Shit going down elsewhere. But the article about the populist movement in Europe was sobering.
Speaking with my sister yesterday: she is depressed. Ever since the election. I said, "Join the club. You have millions of fellow members." Attending the DC Women's March was the first time since November that I felt any kind of hope and/or power.
Now we're watching in horror as an acting Attorney General is fired for doing her job properly and an un-vetted Steve Bannon gets a place at the table, thereby booting out the head of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.
What fresh hell awaits each and every day?
I am happy to donate my money to organizations who will be keeping a sharp eye on this administration, and I am now a subscriber to major, credible news papers. I anxiously await the political down fall of this corrupt gang. Boil the tar! Bring the feathers!
I am perplexed by those who appeal to us to maintain the "high road." This is not the time, my friends. I don't worry that my anger will poison me -- I worry that lack of outrage will turn into complacency, and that, my friends, is something we cannot allow. There are times in this life when we must become warriors, fighters, fueled by our rage.
This is not the time for a rousing version of Kumbaya. This is the time for a robust and snarling We Shall Overcome.
I shall continue to nourish myself with exercise, good food, friends and family. No one can take that away from me. I'm just adding a new component to my existence, and it's called resistance.