Is hatred of the Orange Turd becoming my entire personality?

Is hatred of The Orange Turd becoming my entire personality? I definitely have asked myself this question often, lately. Perhaps it has, at least temporarily. But…how could it not? Things are so extremely dangerous right now - the most dangerous I’ve ever seen them in my lifetime - how can you not be laser focused on what’s happening every day in our skeleton of a government? And then I think of all the damage done and how difficult or impossible it will be to undo…and then the suicidal ideation starts again. And then I just have to distract myself until it passes, and think about The African Queen, when Humphrey Bogart and Katherine Hepburn are hopelessly lost on a river and pretty much lay down to die, and then the camera tilts up to show the path they were looking for was just beyond some tall reeds. I may watch that again, actually. I need to be reminded that there is hope on the horizon.

My stance these days, as the horrors and outrages just continue day after day (and, sadly, largely on weekends when we would normally get a break, since that’s when President Elon and his incel army™️ do all their dirty work, when the courts are closed), is that I know this is all hopeless but at least they can never say I went down without a fight. I’ll be kicking and screaming the entire way. I have a highly developed sense of justice and fairness - TikTok tells me this is a feature of autism - which plays back to my earliest memory of being told to go to the principal in preschool for defending a friend who was being bullied, and refusing to go. Not bad for a four-year-old. I can at least know I spoke out, I protested, I showed my anger and outrage. I didn’t just shrug my shoulders and put my head down. Fuck that. 

Yesterday I got three friends to go protest with me, but there was a lot of confusion about where to go and when - I decided to go to city hall at noon, but that was a mistake. Only a couple hundred people were there, whereas the “official” protest was at some random spot in North Hollywood and had thousands. Sigh. I won’t make that mistake again. Still, it was an empowering day, and felt good. We all felt as though we were “doing something”, even though intellectually I understand these protests don’t amount to jack shit, once again, at least I’m showing my outrage while I still can.

In other news, we had a lovely desert visit over the weekend in which we finally made it to the quaint drive-in movie theater I’ve been trying to get us to for years, which was a fun time, and we cleaned out the shipping container and plumbed the two water tanks so we are ready for our first water shipment any time. This means we can start having hot showers and filling the cowboy tub I bought years ago and all sorts of things involving large amounts of water. We go again in three weeks. I have a couple of friend visits planned, too. Can’t wait. I’m just sad that Joshua Tree National Park has been a victim of the Nazi and now will probably be a hot mess for some time. I guess we’ll stick to visiting Amboy and local trails instead.