More Perfect

You know what they say, two steps forward, fifty years of precedent steps back.

The United States is having a peculiar birthday this year, one something like either the terrible twos or the self-destructive teen years depending on how far along in history we are. In either case, there’s a clear rebellion against the progress that’s been made toward making this country a place of ideals enacted rather than oppression reproduced.

While I know it gauche to talk about the past in times like this, I really think it important to acknowledge that we all should have been more excited about Hillary. I was. Granted, I didn’t think I needed to be as excited as I am dumbfounded now. But people in Wisconsin and Michigan and Pennsylvania really needed to take this whole elected officials thing more seriously. No one voted for 45 with a straight face.

The long game of politics is precisely that. I hope that in another fifty years, I can be in a rocking chair on a porch somewhere, so grateful that this all got sorted out.