Last Straws Howling in the Wind
The bitterness runs broad and deep at BigOrange tonight, and there is a strong whiff of despair in the air. The times they are a'changing.
I am 31 years old. I now expect to live much of my adult life during the era in which people will be recovering from their shattered hopes they invested in Barack Obama. But I also firmly believe that my generation or the next generation will learn from this bitter lesson and create a progressive movement far stronger and far greater than what could have been accomplished by one man in the White House, even if Obama had been perfect.
It's time for us to be more welcoming. There will be many visitors in the dark, dark night that descends upon us all. Many will be mere babes, staring wide eyed in astonishment at open talk of The Village gone mad, of Versailles' treachery and self-debasement, and of a global corporatist oligarchy raging unchecked. But these are our future warriors. We must be gentle at the same time we toughen them up for the long fight ahead.