I don’t have brown skin or speak Spanish, but my brother does. I won’t face another day of condescending comments or assumptions of ignorance; my sister will. When the social safety net collapses (separating life-changing medications from your healthcare dollars like wheat from chaff), my life goes on as usual; my friend’s won’t. I’d like to tell you all about it and share some real news from a liberal perspective, but I don’t know how. Heaven forbid I play favorites. Besides, this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been blacklisted — so let’s just start with a blank slate.
More than once I’ve dipped a toe into the clicks-for-cash world of news and social awareness, but when it came time to divvy up the spoils, I always walked away empty-handed. I’m certain there was money on the table (feel free to check my math), but I’ve profited exactly zero dollars from any of this nonsense. If that was your table: you’re welcome.
I thought the whole idea was sharing. I figured the importance of waking people up, sharing the truth, and getting ourselves organized was the point of all the noise — but I always forget to factor in the greed. “You’re starting up something of your own? Allow me to lend a hand.” That was it. I had no ulterior motive. I find it amusing we’ve come to place where it needs saying out loud.
I heard myself repeating, “I really had no idea how naive I was” over and over while talking with a friend, but then that’s really Tom for ‘ya. Steinbeck’s protagonist isn’t Springsteen’s ghost — and we’ve projected an awful lot on the later as well. Tom’ll get “mean mad” and fly off the handle — me, too. Tom’ll try and pass along the message, but I “never seen so many guys with guns. Don’t know if they’ll even let a fella talk.” Me, either.
I’ve liked a lot of things about and on Facebook (try not to read too much into a sentence fragment, okay?), and I’ve shared some amazing messages from other inspired authors. That was fun. I’ve chased clicks for cash and watched what scratching and clawing for the almighty dollar does … even among big-hearted progressives. That wasn’t much fun to witness. Don’t think I’ll do that again.
“I have a little food” plus “I have none.” If from this problem the sum is “We have a little food,” the thing is on its way, the movement has direction.”
The movement has direction: July 4, 2018, meet me on the Capitol Mall in Washington, D.C., for an “Independence (From Trump) Day” rally. I’m either going to be celebrating his resignation, or plan to find out what happens “if all our folks got together and yelled.”
Trust me, I’ll be thrilled to tears when I learn that The Late Show with Stephen Colbert or Trevor Noah turn this idea into an elevator pitch and get Comedy Central or CBS to pay for the whole shebang. I’ll even buy a ticket — IDGAF. If there’s a MAGA party already in progress? … I REALLY think we should crash. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Image(s): National Mall Coalition, July 4th, Tom Wachs Photography, His Royal Baldness, Donald Trump and me. Oh, yeah … #ThePresidentIsAnAsshole