You can ask me what is wrong with Trump voters, with the manbaby himself, with the terrifying sociopaths in the Congressional majority.
You can ask me what the hole is in the world.
And if you have the patience, you will hear me go on, for an hour perhaps, about every wrong policy position, every cruelty, every coldness and dismissiveness, every bigotry.
But that won’t answer the question.
I have been watching Sense8 on Netflix. I just finished the beginning of the second season, a two-hour episode.
And after crying a lot, I come back to this most basic of conclusions about those who make war on their own people, on their world.
It is that they hate joy.
They actually hate happiness.
They are so lost, so damaged, so broken that their only pleasure comes in cruelty.
That is who is running the United States of America.
If they did not so terrify me, I would pity them. I would weep for them.
But how is this possible?
How can it be that a person can become so twisted as to be what Donald Trump, what Jeff Sessions, what Paul Ryan is, and still be able to walk and talk and pretend to be human?
It’s baffling to me. It fills me with sorrow and horror. It has done so from the days when I would howl to myself WHY????????? when bullied after school, when beaten and humiliated by my parents.
I don’t understand cruelty. I don’t understand it.
When I watch Sense8, I see diverse people whose sole commonality other than the plot device is that they just want to live, and to love.
They aren’t ambitious. They aren’t greedy.
They just want to love who they love, and live.
Is that so much to ask, really?
Is it something that deserves hate and viciousness?
I don’t get it.
I just don’t.
The whole point of Atheopaganism is happiness and a better world.
A world with room enough for love.
Love for the sky
Love for the water
Love for the land
Love for each other.
Is that so goddamned radical? Is that crazy talk?
I don’t get it.
I just don’t get it.
But I’m not going to stop.