My kids wonder why I get so emotional over all this shit. [View all]
They want me to be serene at this moment in history, and I cannot manage that.
But as I always tell them, you need to know it's not about me. It's about you, and your children and your grandchildren and their grandchildren. I'm already old, I'll be 69 next month. I'll be dead and gone and you will be the ones trying to have a decent life in a fascist dictatorship.
Unless we win. I've been crying on and off since yesterday. The day before yesterday I cycled through all of the stages of grief it seemed in about 6 hours' time. Since then, there is renewed hope. I don't even know if serenity is attainable for me before or after the election but I believe we will win it.
Republicans have no bottom, so it's predictable that when they lose a lot of hell will break out. I knew when TCFSF won in 2016 that it would be a shit show but it turned out to be much worse than I anticipated. Nothing held. So I have hope. I'm not whistling. And it is not about me.