Surfing through the emotional banter of thousands of FB posts after the election, one re-post stood out for me and continues to replay in my head.
It’s Aaron Sorkin’s letter to his daughter, in which he says one simple phrase that zeros in on what Trump has stood for, and why many of us are feeling so powerless and lost. “Hate was given hope”.
Hate was given hope. Abject dumbness was glamorized as being “the fresh voice of an outsider” who’s going to “shake things up.” (Did anyone bother to ask how? Is he going to re-arrange the chairs in the Roosevelt Room?) For the next four years, the President of the United States, the same office held by Washington and Jefferson, Lincoln and Teddy Roosevelt, F.D.R., J.F.K. and Barack Obama, will be held by a man-boy who’ll spend his hours exacting Twitter vengeance against all who criticize him (and those numbers will be legion). We’ve embarrassed ourselves in front of our children and the world.
This is one shitty week. And here I was hoping 2017 would be an improvement upon 2016 without the constant thrumming in my body from stress. I guess I need to spend the next six weeks getting mentally and physically in shape for a roller coaster ride in 2017.
Inserting self talk here, “Go get ’em, tiger”.
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