After reading the news again and again and again, I wearily write this blog in the sense of pure desperation, a dreadful sense of doom, and a dreary wallpaper version of depression draping my mind and body. As an aside, I know I am not alone. Yet, it seems the loneliness of constantly becoming the victim of a Felon, his Puppet master, and a cacophony of heretics, haters, and complete idiots is overwhelming. I look to the Democrats for some way forward, some direction out, a safe exit, but instead, I find bricks built by the Democrats denying me an escape route, let alone any kind of hero!
We no longer have “checks and balances” within our government. I no longer hear the voices of the minority party screaming defiance. Instead, their sound is more of a screeching, pitiful, painful noise of constantly shooting themselves in their own feet. And each and every day, Trump commits one more act as if he were the King, the Dictator, the Leader, almost challenging anyone to stop him, knowing that this cadre of weaklings won’t!
I am one person, and I know this is not the way forward. I will not give up protesting, being loud, and shouting again, but I grow so frustrated when all I hear from those in power is something that sounds like rhetoric with zero accountable rebuttal. Where is the RESISTANCE! Where????
