Despite what the people are currently doing around this town, it remains inspiring to think about the ideals we can strive to as a nation, by taking the words of our forefathers and updating them to be more inclusive and relevant.
I don’t see it as hyperbole to say we’re looking at the end of the world as we know it. We can either drive that change to ensure future generations thrive, or we can dumbly be carried along with change and then wonder what happened.
Is it selfish to turn national tragedies into self-reflection? I struggle with this. It seems both futile and self-aggrandizing.
Get on out there and vote!
Take care of yourselves, dear friends, and each other. Just don’t forget one for the sake of the other.
We are instead yelling at each other over the morality of locking children into cages. We are debating something that breaks down to right and wrong, good and evil. We cannot all agree that concentration camps are bad. This is why I despair.
also posted on Medium - https://medium.com/@embank11/entitlement-a-sketch-bc5ba243e5e5 I’m trying to figure something out. I haven’t fleshed out this theory, but it’s been something I’ve been mulling over and seen pop up again and again in all of my conversations—real and virtual—ever since #45 began his candidacy. By writing about this tonight, even without doing research or polling… Continue reading Entitlement (a sketch)
It seems more than slightly indulgent, to start writing about what I was going to write about (which would have been how the workout I was half-hearted about doing was exactly what I needed), when the current headlines and analysis about the firing of FBI Director Comey make it clear this is something to pay… Continue reading Indulge Me
It’s late. I’m tired. But I have this daily task to complete. It’s one of those nights when it feels like a “have to” rather than a “want to.” But as soon as the words start flowing I don’t regret stalling the bedtime routine ten little minutes. It’s late. I’m tired. This has been a… Continue reading Ten minutes
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