Stunned since January 6.
The pressure had built from the election up to that point with the monstrous lies too ridiculous and too outrageous to laugh too long.
I honestly don't know if our America will survive. There was so much unfinished work yet to do and now it seems to be in vain.
I can't trust the people who supported the horrible man who caused this. Well, it wasn't just him but all his enablers. Does that include us all? I don't know who all of them are. They are all around and I am brokenhearted.
There are people I greatly love and have even respected who seem to betray me now. The hard truths I have been dealing with in my own brain have been ground into dirt.
Yesterday, I told someone that Ray Bradbury's Farenheit 451 was an important book from my teen years when I began to own books so I had something to fight for if they ever came to burn them. I went to re-read it and did not find it among my Bradburys. It hasn't been burned, just lent out to a friend or family member's forgetfulness. I ordered a new copy.
This came to me and I put it on Twitter a day or so ago:
Many things we consider rights are privileges not shared by all.
And be grateful to God, but many things we consider blessings are actually privileges.