Holy cow. It’s been almost a year since I posted. “Day 61” was my last post. How quaint…
I don’t even know what day of the pandemic we’re on anymore. Clearly, I lost count/interest/energy at Day 61.
Whatever it is, it’s, unfortunately, the new reality.
A friend hit me up today and wanted to catch up…via Zoom. This is the new reality.
I want to tell my kids something. But then again, I don’t. Life is over. Well, let me clarify. Life as we know it…errrr…as I knew it at least. Here we were (and by we I mean me) rolling along in this thing called life–triumphs and tragedies all–and the next thing you know, it all get’s fucking upended like a goddamn turnip cart.
Trump. Nah, let me be more precise. Reagan. Falwell. Bush. All the neoconservative, fundamentalist Christian nutjobs (update: domestic terrorists) have successfully changed the paradigm of what used to be “my” world.
I didn’t see it coming. Or maybe I did, and just didn’t realize just how game-changing the hate, racism, and misogyny would be. I just assumed life would be a series of changes, but that we’d be rolling along pretty much the same path. The same track.
Not anymore.
When my friend and I chat later this week, I’ll express to him my fear. The fear that we have all had our heads in the sand for far too long and good people like us have allowed this cancer to grow.
It’s not too late, but it’s awfully damn close.
More to follow…
Conversations With The Moon. 