Sadness

Sadness – along with frustration – seem to be my keywords this year. I keep thinking nothing more can happen to bring those words, those emotions to me – yet I am continually proven wrong. This sadness – the loss of Ruth Bader Ginsberg – is a huge sadness. A huge loss. In a world where reasoning and thoughtfulness seems to have disappeared, this lady was both of those things, as well as intelligent and a force to be reckoned with. She was a honor to our country.

To top off my sadness at her loss – my frustration with Mitch and his cohorts in the Senate is also rising up to my discomfort. Four years ago he refused to bring a candidate for the Supreme Court up for a vote because it “was too close to an election and that should be done by the coming president”. Now, suddenly, that no longer matters, and Mitch promises to fill the position quickly. Let’s not promote partisanship or anything – can’t be done if the sitting president is a Democrat, but must be done if the sitting president is a Republican.

Stop the world, I want to get off!

I have been quiet for awhile, because those words above – sadness and frustration – have been dwelling too often and too long in my world, and I didn’t want to give you another rant to suffer through. But those thoughts have to be released or I fear they will consume me. Every day brings more untruths, more chaos, more dishonor to our ears, to our lives, to our country.  Thank you, Electoral College. Thank you, people who are willing to accept this swamp creature as their representative. Thank you, government that cares nothing for the people or the country, but only for its political party. Lead us into a dictatorship, is the chant I’m hearing from the supporters of the current government. They don’t know that’s what they’re asking for – because reasoning and thoughtfulness is not part of their repertoire. Blame desperation, perhaps. I’m not sure, because I truly do not understand their beliefs or feelings.

Am I being harsh? Yes. If this government is re-elected, I’m not quite sure how I’ll handle it. My budget does not permit the concept of moving to a new country, but if it did, I would certainly seriously consider it. I used to be proud of my country – I used to feel we were a great country. Not so much, now, I’m very sorry – so sad – to say. I support those who support the country and its people – those who are willing to risk their lives for their beliefs – who are willing to go out and speak their minds, protest for their beliefs, in a peaceful manner. I do not support those who spread confusion and chaos, who consider denigrating other people that disagree with them, or cause violence and destruction – both physical and emotional.

I weep for those who think this person who is the sitting president, can “get it done”. Because I fear “getting it done” refers to his unfair fight against immigrants. I fear that feeling is underlying, unacknowledged racism. I fear more of this administration and we truly will not have an earth on which to reside, or peace in the valley, or pride in who we are.

And I wonder, as I yell “stop the earth, I want to get off”, if all of this that has gone on and is going on in this year of 2020 is the result of the anger of the higher being, punishing us for our thoughtlessness, greed, stupidity, and lack of integrity.

I never used to be a doomsday believer. Sadness. Frustration.