Congratulations, it’s finally arrived: Happy List Season. As we count down to a new year and reflect back on the raging dumpster fire that was 2017, lists and predictions will be all the rage. There will lists of the lies Trump’s told; lists of Obama-era policies reversed; lists of men behaving badly, communities devastated by global warming, victims of gun violence, racial injustice, economic oppression and more.
I keep hearing I need to make a list of all the things I’m going to do in 2018, like I need a reminder or time to reflect on just how bad things have gotten in a mere 341 days, 20 hours and change. I’m already painfully aware of the problems, thanks — and no magical thinking or perfect policy proposal is going to fix what ails us. A random typo on a Banksy meme sent me the message loud and clear: “If there is now way, create one.”
The time to roll up my sleeves and get in the fight has arrived. Words matter; deeds get shit done. Nothing’s changed — our folks just got a might forgetful, is all. Remember that one time, at band camp, when our grandparents took a boat across the pond, punched a bunch of Nazis in the face, saved freedom for the rest of the planet and then came home to build stuff? Like a thriving middle class? Seems we already have our to-do list. We won’t even need a boat.
I’m no preacher, but I know “I gotta see them folks that’s gone out on the road. I got a feelin’ I got to see them. They gonna need help no preachin’ can give ’em. Hope of heaven when their lives ain’t lived? Holy Sperit when their own sperit is downcast an’ sad?” See, we forgot, is all. “Two men squat on their hams and the women and children listen.” It’s almost 2018 … I’ll listen to the women, too.
75% of us said no — and they did it anyway. Poll after poll, protest after protest (from both the far left and the far right) — and the political machine bought and paid for by “the great owners” is set to flatten the family farm again. It’s a big country, but we’ve got no place left to go — there will be no great migration west. This time I’m headed east — to D.C.
Join me? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯