When this is over…
I’ve been up close and personal with America. I’ve seen her golden lands, and tasted the sea-spray of ocean waters. I’ve traveled all over this great country, gazing into the glorious crevices of the beguiling mystery that is the Grand Canyon. I’ve been amid howling winds, on top of blue-tinged mountains, stood in the swirling cloud that is Pike’s Peak, lain in the golden splendor that are the magnificent beaches of Florida.
I love my country fiercely, a country whose beauty sometimes hurts, as it is so varied in its loveliness. I find no joy in the fact that pride in being from this great country has slipped to its lowest level — ever. The Associated Press reports that in a Gallup poll, only 4 in 10 adults say they are proud of being from this country. With Democrats, the numbers are stark — only 36 percent say they are very proud to be from America.
Why? Two words, my friends, two words. Donald Trump Donald Trump is a sociopath. How can one retain pride in a country that is being run by fools? A country that has masked reptiles (ICE) patrolling the streets, night creatures ready to swallow up certain people and disappear them into Donald Trump’s bottomless dark holes?
I do not blame people. We are going to have lots of work to do when all this is over. We will have to rebuild, reenergize, and reignite — reignite the passions so many used to have when the resplendent word ‘America’ was mentioned, for we love this country far too much to give up now.
