(Raised arm with clenched fist)

Oui! Oui!

I've been thinking the past few days about a poster that hung on a wall in one of my high school classes (couldn't begin to remember the class or the teacher) which contained a quote from French Resistance Fighter and Nobel Prize winner for literature, Albert Camus.  The quote was thus:  "In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer."

What brought this quote back to me, after forty some odd years, is our current political predicament and the often hopeless feeling one has watching it unfold.  We literally have a party--republicans, obviously--who is rewriting the rules of our political discourse not in the service of the common good but for its own thirst for power and to placate the minority of Americans who are wealthy.  We've watched--all in the past few weeks--an Attorney General whitewash a report questioning whether the President colluded with a foreign power and/or broke the law.  We've had to watch as Mitch McConnell breaks all decorum in confirming judges for our courts to ram through candidates who are both unqualified and also out of step with the beliefs of a large majority of Americans.  We've watched as the government tries to take healthcare away from 20 million Americans--not to provide a better alternative or to even cut costs, but just as a spiteful move to wreck the legacy of one of the greatest--and first African-American--Presidents in our history.  We've watched as Facebook and Twitter have decided that it's fine to let foreign powers interfere in our political process--as long as it helps their profitability.  We've watched as a white nationalist in New Zealand killed 49 Muslims and the President of the United States barely offered a "tsk, tsk."  And just to show that he truly is a racist, the President also doesn't seem to care that the people of Puerto Rico are as much an American citizen as he is.

But despite the drumbeat of despair, we haven't quit.  We're still out there making donations, running for office, talking to folks who are on the fence, sending postcards, hanging our political signs, and writing heartfelt blogs.  We do not see the dream as breaking, and it's certainly not broken.

For us, it's an invincible summer.

And fuckin'-A to us for that.

Fuck Donald Trump,
emaycee