It’s nearly impossible to hold onto perspective.
Donald Trump — the painfully sub-sub-par, hate-filled, resentful cretin who has the uncanny ability to make one month feel like a thousand days — has coated perspective in a obscenely thick layer of Crisco. The harder we try to grasp it, the more likely it is to jet out of our hands.
Our institutions have failed us, and we in turn have failed ourselves.
One supposes that the full trappings of power can make a thing sound reasonable, that if something unpalatable is rolled out in stages, the citizenry takes that time to accept the revised status quo. And if one supposes that, they suppose right.
Let’s not lionize ourselves here – we’ve allowed it to happen. We’ve accepted revisions the status quo, told ourselves that’s how things are now.
The prevailing narrative about resistance has been so much wind. Non-violent protest, bereft of the menace of force, is reliant on symbolism to do its heavy lifting. Here we are, it says. Here is a mass of our bodies, united in purpose. We who deviate are not alone. But what happens when the immediacy of the shock fades, when the threatened uprising fails to substantially materialize?
By degrees, we adjust to the new reality. We don’t like it, but we object to it the same way we object to payroll taxes and traffic. The window of possibility contracts, and we turn our focus from the heart of the problem to its outer edges. We strategize on how to make an unpleasant situation more bearable.
The resistance has become the acceptance.
This past weekend saw numerous marches across the country. During Pride Month, the multi-faceted face of the LGBT community and their allies has come out in droves to spread a message of strength and a declaration of unity.
The marches – not all pride weekend parades – sent a message to the current administration on its first year: Don’t bother coming for us, because already see what you are doing, and we’re not in the mood to be messed with this time around.
Some members of the LGBT community have a problem with the marches: specifically, the members that support that 45 guy. They love the rainbow, but don’t love its seeming partisanship.
As an LGBT 45-Noper that has a platform that may or may not only be read by my family and close friends (Also my husband as soon as he returns from catching that Ampharos) let me acknowledge that Republicanism is not bad. Conservatism is not bad. However, that’s not what the marches were protesting.
The LGBT community was letting the world know that we see the actions of the administration. We marched to oppose the administration because its views don’t line up with ours, not because they were the wrong party. We were calling out to the world that we would be ready to defend ourselves and all members of the community if the need arose, and as they are arising.
When my husband and I were marching this weekend with that amazing crowd, the energy wasn’t hateful. It was formidable. We’re here, we’re queer, and other stuff!
In the course of our analysis of Donald Trump’s first hundred days, ThePiedSpicer had this to say about the president’s political opposition:
I disagree on organization. I think it’s more a lack of a leader. You can’t watch all the political protests, marches and town halls and say there isn’t organization.
What luck, then, that shortly after this critique, the Resistance found its leader… if the meaning of “found its leader” here means “had a claim of membership foisted upon it by the same person whose poor campaigning and glaring mistakes led to a Trump presidency in the first place”.
But who better to lead the battle against Trump than Hillary Clinton? Some of the 22 Democrats considering running for president in 2020?
Why would you even suggest that? Aren’t you with her?
(Year Zero/Day One Hundred And Three)