No one who capitulated and humiliated themselves to sign up for honoring Charlie Kirk day, will help lead you out of this. That's all the Senate Dems by the way. We are in the wilderness and when you don't feel the road ahead is anywhere nearby, nor that it will lead eventually to good and fruitful prospects, people stop walking, stop aspiring, quit long term planning, halt their hopes and kill off their dreams. They merely get enough rest to rise and survive. Going further is too much strain on the heart and it's broken so much hasn't it? Too much of America exists in an inertia they themselves don't have the willpower to get up and move on from. We as Americans and the world had ten years to work this out and instead we ended up hauled into an active volcano.

I think very often of a quote back in 2015, of a man re-accounting being at a pizza parlor with the guy behind the counter looking at the TV watching Trump and saying it's over. 

The customer asked "The election?" 

The man responded "America."

If neither the party, nor progressive groups and organizers on the ground, couldn't organize to do everything to stop a comeback, well maybe the playbooks needs to start over. Yet we might not be granted that leeway nor time. However...Maybe...We are just another sorry arc in history and a blip in the tragedy of the human experiment. Perhaps one day people can take our sorry hard learned lessons and fight for everything they believe in and desire, when dangers arise in their own particular times and troubles.

Somehow we survive

and tenderness, frustrated, does not wither.

Investigating searchlights rake

our naked unprotected contours;

over our heads the monolithic decalogue

of fascist prohibition glowers

and teeters for a catastrophic fall;

Boots club on the peeling door.

But somehow we survive

severance, deprivation, loss.

Patrols uncoil along the asphalt dark

hissing their menace to our lives.

most cruel, all our land is scarred with terror,

rendered unlovely and unlovable;

sundered are we and all our passionate surrender

but somehow tenderness survives.

Dennis Brutus