When God Shouts

To which he replies,

"Well, man, could it be that the girls and boys

Are trying to be heard above YOUR noise...?"

Today we've come full circle and the shoe is on the other foot. In the end, Trump wasn't elected by "racists" or "patriarchy..." He was elected by people who care as much about their children's future as we do, and saw no other way to be heard above OUR noise. And our God, who loves them as much as He loves us, decided the time had come for the bubble to burst... and shouted.

I'm not saying Trump voters aren't culpable for his rise to power. I'm saying that WE are as well... at least as much, if not more. This is on ALL of us folks... this is on ME!

Speaking of the guy in the mirror, what better a place to start? No problem was ever solved by the mere assignment of blame, and I'm not going to waste any more time doing so. The change doesn't begin with liberals, conservatives, men, women... "Us" or "them." It begins with ME.

So without further ado, here's how I plan on surviving the next four years, and doing what I can to help close Pandora's Box and get us to the other side with a minimum of spilled innocent blood...

1) I'm declaring myself a Citizen... in the truest sense of that word, not the legal one

Though technically I fit them, I've never been very comfortable with labels like "progressive" or "liberal." The former presumes that anyone who disagrees with me (or my vote) is de facto "backward"—an illiterate, drooling, ball-scratching Neanderthal with a splintered club—and the latter, an open-mindedness and tolerance for which I find precious little evidence on my side of the political fence, or (ouch!) in myself. Today I am no longer uncomfortable with these labels... I disavow them altogether. Henceforth, I am a card-carrying Citizen and Human Being (the paperwork should arrive any day now). According to the latest U.S. Census figures, there are some 324,707,000 others in my camp.