It’s a hard day. Every day. When they voted for a corrupt racist rapist tyrant. And you and your loved ones have to live under his exploitative lack of care. Every day bad news. Every day hard news. Real people being hurt, being ignored, being lied to.

It’s a hard day, today, even when it’s an otherwise good day the gold strands of community and relationship and Nature are tinged with corrosive sludge. The sludge corrodes everything it touches, it’s hungry.

It’s a hard day today when too many of us are willing to be part of the harm. To animals. To our planet. To one another. We enjoy the harm, even—that feeling of machismo feels good, almost as good as the feeling of peace or love or anything of the things Jesus and Buddha and mom and dad and our mentors hopefully taught us toward.

It’s a hard day, today. A sad day. I’m sad. Even those I love are happy to be a part of the harm. The harm has been normalized, so that loving animals or avoiding plastic or composting or voting for the better of two is seen as annoying, strange. It’s seen as weird to be loving in ones actions, not just in ones Hallmark Cards. And no one wants to be weird.

Well I want to be weird, if weird means loving, means being on my own or walking in the opposite direction of the crowd, marching in lazy and busy and willfully ignorant step toward destruction of our earth, of our air, of our water, of all that our children need to live a stable, fun life on this planet for another 50 years.

It was a hard day, today, even when it was fun and loving and joyful and enriching it was tinged with not-caring. And not-caring makes me sad.

He and they are only half of the hate and un-caring problem. We ourselves have so much power to right and heal this earth and our world and society, and yet we do not. And if we are half the problem, we are half the solution. But we are not the solution if we do not choose to care, to change, to act on our love.

Human beings are, perhaps, distinguished from animals in our capability to employ mercy. If we do not offer such kindness, we surrender our own humanity.

Every day is tinged with sadness as I witness, and feel, our normalized hunger to hurt and harm and ignore suffering.

Every day is tinged with sadness while living under the thrall of a warmongering racist rapist who’s gutting America and cooking our planet for all future generations.

May Boulder our planet, and animals, and all of us on it be safe.