Rooting For Trump – Nov 8th, 2016

I write.

I’ve been writting for more than two decades.

Sometimes I like what I write. I wrote this (at the bottom) back in 2016, almost 8 years to the day…

In 2016 my personal life had not yet exploded. In fact it was wonderful. It’s still wonderful today, just much more full, with pain, and loss and love.

I’m more hopeful today than I was back in 2016 because I’ve seen how poorly those we’ve elevated to leadership roles treat the people and institutions they’ve been entrusted to lead. For years and decades and maybe even more, our politics have stretched further and further from the family values that so many of us have been fortunate enough to experience. This is the point. We have, culturally and politically attempted, with drive and deterimination, to invert our value system. A system that must have a foundation, a root, a seed. A foundation that has it’s seed in the individual which then grows out from there, to the wife, to the children, to the family, to the father, the mother and out it radiates, like heat and light from the sun. We, each of us humans are the seed of authority and goodness (and it’s oppsite). Not the government.

The government can not solve our human problems. It cannot remedy our pain and our loss. It cannot save us. And yet for years and decades we’ve been moving towards more government, more beaurocracy, more unearned authority acting like it is the proper seat of authority. Forcing through human mechanisms the myth that somehow there could be any proper authority or seed of goodness that does not, first, reside in the individual.

Chemotherapy might kill more patients than cancer. I don’t know. It killed one of the people I loved most in the world. I don’t like chemo. I don’t like cancer. But I like the idea of blowing up shit that’s killing you, just so long as you survive too. And not just survive, but thrive once again.

Congratulations to those who think this is a good, healthy, righteous and necessary victory. I’m mostly (but not completely) one of those people, and Sally would be right there with me, together. And to those who may be horrified, who can’t imagine anything but vile, savagery…I promise you it’s not what you think and I wish us both the fortitude and humility to find the common ground. We’re going to need it.

For the victors, it’s big, big news. It’s redemption. It’s hope. It’s fairness. The potential is now there for it to be a better world for everyone. I know many don’t believe this and it certainly needs to be proven, but I think there’s more chance to prove that now than at anytime in my lifetime. I hope you will give it a chance.

Rooting for Trump, Nov 9th, 2016

I found myself wanting him to win.
Despite the fact that there’s a good chance he is sociopath,

I want him to win.
It feels like redemption to me,
like throwing out the kitchen sink
the baby
the nose.
It’s like it’s our only hope.
Like antibiotics
or
Chemo
The nuclear option
because the cancer must be destroyed
and you can’t worry about what else you’re going to destroy
in the process
because if you don’t kill the cancer
the whole body dies no matter what.

And if the body is dead
Nothing you say…
matters.

So I want Trump to win.