The Apocalypse, Day 3
Everyone I know is depressed. No sign of Jesus, no evidence of the Rapture. Lots of pride out there going before what will eventually--possibly even in our lifetimes--be a very hard fall for some jack-booted Red Staters.
What to do?
The only thing I can think of is to pour love, money, time, and energy toward what we DO want. It will be hard, given that we cannot afford to take our eyes off the political pythons for a minute, but when and where we can, we should enable the efforts of Barack Obama and Hilary Clinton and John Kerry in the Senate, communicate frequently with whatever freaks represent us in the House, and urge the Democratic Party not to become the Lesser Republican Party, but to speak out in the affirmative for real human values: kindness, inclusion, cooperation, strength through flexibility, creative problem-solving. You know, the girly-man values that promote life instead of destroying it. We have to stop believing that we can convince the other side with reason or education.
More than anything, we need to be good to each other. All 56 million of us. While the other 59 million glory in the hell they've created, we can quietly build an alternative.