A Personal Call to Action

notmyprezLast night I laid awake in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling and thinking about stuff. Doing so was nothing new; my pre-slumber “thought orgy” is when I’m at my most creative, and I often mentally compose the most meaningful parts of my writing projects as I’m drifting off to sleep at night.

But for the past few days, my thought orgy has taken quite a somber turn. In the week since Donald Trump was elected president, my creative thought-stream has been overtaken by worry and anxiety. I wonder, for one thing, just how much his presidency will affect my wife’s and my quality of life. Will we be able to keep our jobs? Will we be able to afford to buy food and pay rent? And worst-case scenario: is the United States headed towards another Civil War?

You may scoff at the idea, but I don’t think it’s too far-fetched. Our society is more divided than it’s ever been in my forty-six years of living. Many people—me included—are outraged at the direction Trump’s administration is taking, and good ol’ Orange Julius hasn’t even been sworn in yet. I mean, jeez. Trump just named Steve Bannon, a proven political bully and overall hatemonger, as his White House Chief Strategist. Scary shit. And that’s just in the first week after his election.

If you’re reading this, and you voted for Donald Trump, then I say with every ounce of my being: If you have any dignity at all, you need to need to do some serious soul-searching. You may claim not to be racist, or misogynistic, or xenophobic, but when you cast your ballot, you demonstrated that you approve of such behavior. That is what bothers me as much as anything else about all this: that this election made hate come bounding crazily to the forefront.

Okay, I’m done bitching. The real point of this post: it’s time for action. Until last night, I’d thought (and even said to my wife) that the best way I know to respond to a Trump presidency, and all the hate that may come with it, is to continue being the best man I can be. To love everyone—everyone—regardless of who they are and what they do. Love conquers all, right?

I realized last night that that just won’t suffice any more. It’s been my way of indirectly ignoring the problem—sort of a covering-my-ears, “LA LA LA LA, I CAN’T HEAR YOU” approach to the whole thing.

Enough. No more farting of rainbows. It’s time to do something. Just what the “something” is, I’m not sure of yet. It may be volunteering with an organization. It may be spending an hour or two each day spreading knowledge on social media. For today, it’s writing this blog post. But I won’t sit idly by, a safety pin affixed to my lapel while I plead for everybody to love each other, and watch our country go down.

President Trump: you aren’t going to make America great again. Its citizens are. I’m one of them. And I will not let hate ruin us.

It’s go time, sir.