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Love and Politics: A Cluster#$%!ing Time

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I'll use my writing to talk sense to my emotional skeleton of a self, dangling like a broken hanger from a door.

The story goes that Robert Schumann, the great composer, had such a terrible toothache, he tied a string around the bad molar, then fastened that string to a door, so that when he slammed it, the tooth would be pulled out, violently, but quickly.

Word has it that he bled ferociously and was rescued by his more than patient wife, Clara.

When desperate and in pain, what does one do?

I am tired of the tizzy, the hand wringing, the constant fundraising and the over-analysis and predicting.

My Republican friends, please do not mock and hate and refute me.

I've read Project 2025, or the summary of its points. I don't want to lose environmental protections, the Department of Education, the post office, social security, medical, medicaid.

I do love Jesus, but I respect Buddha, Allah, Krishna. I do not want to live in a "Christian nation."

I like diversity. I like how we are evolving.

I like LOVE. All kinds.

I don't like violence. I don't like guns.

I'm not in love with Joe Biden, because I am not happy about the ongoing wars we are funding.

But I am not in love with confusion. I am not in love with the win-at-all-costs techniques that are being unleashed upon us. The character assassinations, the use of AI to continually create fake media documents, the belittling and accusing, and the denying. Are we supposed to forget January 6th? Do the billionaires who are funding the "other candidate" have to the right to maneuver us all into submission, because they seek profit and control over the resources of the world?

I feel the hate. I feel the fear. I feel the pain.

But I am not about to yank President Biden out . He's no rotten tooth.

HIs staff know what they are doing. We are on the right course.

I'm not going to panic. I'll make my contributions, and write my get-out-the-vote postcards every week. I am not going to watch TV.

I am going to give my time to love. Love right now. That's my creed. If it isn't strategic, so be it.

This is not a game to be won. This is a time for us to rap our arms around each other like the force that we together can be. A force that protects, a motherly one, an earthly one, a fierce one.

Now is not the time to go gentle into that good night, President Biden.

And all of us now need to rage against the dying of the light. Now and every day, until November, and beyond. Who we are, what we do now, may very well decide who we become.

And more importantly, who those younger than ourselves have the freedom to become.


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