When the day finally arrived, it was, frankly, an uncomplicated decision.
#Idesoftrump and whether to participate or not had been weighing on my mind.
As I suspected he might,
#45 made the decision easy with his behavior.
His cavalier dismissal of the healthcare concerns for MILLIONS of American citizens
(in his poorly executed and hastily rolled out “Trumpdon’t care” health bill);
his paranoia (and unfiltered expressions of it)
in tweeted claims of wiretapping by the previous Administration
and microwaves being used to spy on him;
his disdain for the earth and its dwindling resources
at the expense of corporate greed and enriching his friends in the 1%;
his refusal to participate in the job responsibilities of his office
as a fully functioning adult;
his excessive travel expenses so he can live the life of a retired millionaire
and golf weekly at his country club
while his wife and youngest son live a completely separate life –
also on the taxpayers dollar -
while his adult children run around the world like tiny despots
(and quasi-co-rulers) building their commercial enterprises –
also as the expense of hardworking men and women of this country…
it’s truly all beyond the pale.
There are truths that need to be spoken;
There are truths that need to be spoken;
things that need to be expressed
in order to maintain any semblance of personal integrity
in the face of this morally corrupt,
ethically impaired
Administration.
As I dropped my half dozen postcards into the mailbox this morning,
I had no illusions that #45 will ever see them firsthand.
But postal workers will,
staffers vetting them will,
staffers in the White House mail room will …
and they will tell others what they saw.
My postcards joined thousands of other pieces of paper,
creating a tide that will begin to smash through the wall of this Administrations façade -
a facade comprised of lies -
of public acceptance, approval and support of their policies.
Millions of us won’t be silenced;
millions of us won’t stand by spinelessly
while the Republican anarchists destroy our country.
As humorous and small a gesture as sending a postcard seems to be,
As humorous and small a gesture as sending a postcard seems to be,
one small postcard will join with others
and speak to something larger and louder –
that won’t be ignored.
It was a good day.