A pocket of hope

What a fucking week.

It’s so tempting to despair. And, thank you, I have. There’s too much that sounds like Orwell’s 1984. There’s too much that sounds like Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale. There’s too much that sounds like pre-Poland-Hitler, for crying the fuck out loud.

However. There is one very telling difference between 1939, 1949, and 1985. And that difference is how very connected we all are thanks to technology. We’re not isolated, we’re not alone, and we can band together to collectively say very loudly that, yeah, that thing the President said? It was a lie. When he says he would have won the popular vote if it weren’t for illegal votes (as opposed to 65 million Americans rejecting his ass), we can take to the internet together to scream that he’s wrong.

More than ever, groups of people have the opportunity to be loud. And I, for one, take hope that there are more people who have love and welcome in their souls than those that do not. Communicating and organizing and joining together, we can be loud.

Ah. But, you know, keep an eye on net neutrality. All I’m saying is that, if I were taking cues from dictatorial governments, I’d probably knock that out first.