taking a deep breath
Was feeling quite depressed last night about the polls, about the women at open play at the library gushing over she-who-shall-not-be-named-vp-candidate, about the non-stop news coverage of she-who-shall-not-be-named, about the state of the economy, education, and health care in this country. ETC!
Then I picked up The Audacity of Hope: Thoughts on Reclaiming the American Dream
again and read this: When Democrats rush up to me at events and insist that we live in the worst of political times, that a creeping fascism is closing its grip around our throats, I may mention the internment of Japanese Americans under FDR, the Alien and Sedition Acts under John Adams, or a hundred years of lynching under several dozen administrations as having been possibly worse, and suggest we all take a deep breath.And so I did it. I took a deep breath and I feel much better. Still determined. Still fighting. But not beaten.
