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Turn It Around: That’s Our Job
The week started with a travesty and is ending with a tragedy.
The wild, chaotic, and careless shutting down of all federal funding by the Trump Administration, done so clearly on a whim, with no analysis, no planning, and no warning, was Monday. Smaller travesties strung together like bad beads on a string made up the next few days, and then, last night.
A passenger plane and a military helicopter collide and all of the people and wreckage plunge into the Potomac River. We watch the collision on TV. Heart stopping. Everyone killed, lost in the black, fuel-slicked water, images of rescue and recovery boats on the river, searching for bodies. And then the President holds a press conference and blames diversity for the crash.
I’d like to write something inspiring about all that, have big, organized thoughts. But I’m not that smart. I’m just taking it in, watching damage being done in real time. More travesties and tragedies piling up every day. You know that’s our future here in America. You can hear the train whistle from a thousand miles away. It’s coming. Stay off the tracks.
We can’t get rattled. We have to take it all in and turn it into something. Turn it around. That’s our job.
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Hmmm, a press conference without even the usual hypocritical “Thoughts and prayers.” nonsense. Guess they figure they don’t have to bother even trying to be thoughtful anymore.