A lot has happened since my sign-off in August of last year.
Part of the reason I choose to exit was the sure knowledge, supplemented by the increasing vitriol I read on social media, that many of my readers and I were not cut from the same cloth, which is fine since I love fabric, but I had an increasing feeling that the way a majority of my readers might deal with political disappointment would make it very difficult for conversation- which is by definition a two way discourse, not shouting with vajayjay hats on.
In what will surely
maybe be my LAST post, I’d like to speak a few uncomfortable ‘truths’:
Journalism as we were raised to believe it to be, is dead. There are no NEWS outlets without an agenda; not print, not digital, not radio, not cable, not network television. Period. All future assimilation of what’s to be known about current events will be the individuals responsibility to research, which begs an entire cadre of personal impressions. Who’s a better researcher? Who’s willing to take the time to ‘mine it down’? How many will stop searching for the ‘facts’ after they have found a set of circumstances that support their point-of-view. Not many. That is crystal clear, which sadly, our ‘news’ is not. As for a ‘journalists’ responsibility to call out BS- yes, absolutely, but ‘journalists’ are full of BS too- just ask Zeke Miller of Time magazine. TIME MAGAZINE people. So as to speak on-balance, there is a mountain of serious, even potentially dangerous decision making, and just plain ineptitude on both ends of Washington, DC’s mall. We need someone there who will just report (Which is like saying ‘remember to lift your feet when you take a step’ stupid) and disseminate the ‘facts’ not just the ‘facts as we currently know them’ Sean Spicer. Shame on all of you.
Feminism needs to be reinvented (not just redefined) because it’s currently holding more actuated definitions then my Monday night meatloaf- which consists of whatever’s in the fridge. As I experienced the Feminist movement during my formative years in the 1970s, it meant Equal Rights, Equal Pay for Equal Influence. Period. What we women have seemed to have not been able to demonstratively practice is supporting each other, no matter what our choices are or the color of the very lovely pale blue Ralph Lauren dress with matching jacket that Mrs. Trump wore to the swearing in ceremony. Her choice of fashion (FASHION FOR CHRIST’S SAKE) actually created a hashtag to boycott designer Ralph Lauren. As a side note: Mrs. Clinton also wore Lauren, without hashtag. And then we have Rosie O’Donnell starting the autism
rumorcritique of 10 year old Barron Trump, and Chelsea Handler admonishing Melania Trump for her multi-language accent. Women bashing Women. It’s older then the invention of the wheel. Oh, and by the way, women are NOT second class citizens anymore due to sex (it’s poverty), and if I were a highly educated, active civic participant, committed partner, responsible parent, I might be offended. I might even feel invisible. But I’m not and I don’t, which is why I support the Right to protest, but again- the vajayjay hats? Really? Someone made a fortune
Elections are Contests. Someone will lose. It seems a trophy for participation so that no one gets hurt feelings has trickled up to an adult expectation. To be p-e-r-f-e-c-t-l-y clear, I support and believe in the Right to protest. Use your voice. Use your influence. Be heard if you can (I’m trying right here). Speak for those that can’t, but take note of a very wise piece of advice from a generation long past: ‘Do more listening than talking to really get the attention of the people you want to hear you’. Actually that’s my quote, full disclosure being supremely important here.
Racism is real but it shuts-down EVERYONE. Let’s be honest. If I had protested President Obama’s election, no matter that it would have been informed by my gut feeling that he was not nuanced enough to navigate the choppy waters of global foreign policy, I would have been presumed a racist first. End of conversation. Conversely many Democratic voters are assuming a vote for Trump was a vote for some kind of White America. Not true. Simply Not True. His election was as much about Hillary Clinton’s non-platform (as in ‘more of the same’) as it was about political super growth- a shiny city on a hill that had closed it’s gates to the people who cook it’s meals.
Elitism is real and darn near as dangerous. Here’s the rub: Elitism isn’t really about money and social status. It’s just another manifestation of fear and poor self esteem. It’s end goal is power, or completeness, and it exists on both sides of the political spectrum. However… the progressive left has sort of made it into an art form- literally. Here are some common threads: Elitists feel more enlightened, more clear of thought. They pity you for your current circumstances but don’t hold you accountable. It is always someone else’s fault. Alas, you can be saved as they feel destined to divine you of their point-of-view, and it’s a BIG WORLDLY GLOBAL point-of-view. They are likely to think of themselves as not just citizens of the the United States but of the Planet. All cultures. All people. It’s a big moment. For big people. And they will happily stretch your already overwhelmed sense of guilt for not being able to attend every soccer game into a sense of control if you only unfriend all of your not like-minded friends on Facebook. That felt good didn’t it. You’re taking control again. You’re showing them who’s boss. And when you do, when you shun others, when you make jokes about children, or a person’s birthplace and the accent they have or the smile on a woman’s face after a long day in the spotlight, when you communicate that you are now seeing the oppressors for who they are, and they are not deserving because they walk a different path of enlightenment- not quick of step, not broad of stroke, you become the pawn of the Progressive Left who cultivate Elitism like an alchemist cultivates iron to gold. It doesn’t work. It isn’t real. But it sure looks shiny while they have you by the fire.
In closing, even as Washington, DC had a good weekend in room occupancy, might I suggest there are other ways to protest a myriad of concerns that might be as pro-active as suggesting the new administration is channeling Hitler: For all of you that reside in regions where you think you should singularly decide an election, let me suggest you spend your next available weekend in Detroit, or Pittsburgh or maybe Louisville or El Paso. Each place will roll out their clean, but thread bare carpet. Spa services are sparse but the food is great, and they could really use your help and don’t care who you voted for…
Neither do I.
But you really should get to that soccer game.