Ink Tea Stone Leaf

I don’t have the heart to say I told you so.

The last few days I’ve been getting the same old pleas to call my Senators and Representatives if I live in a Republican state or district, and tell them to oppose the bill that will cut taxes for the rich, slash funding for Medicaid, and undo progress in fighting climate change. Well, I don’t live in either of those kinds of places. My congressmen voted correctly without my having to tell them. But the voters who do live in those places elected a majority that thinks too many people are alive because they can afford a visit to the doctor. Some of those very same voters will consequently die.

Maybe in a year there will be a blue wave, as the American Electorate tells Congress “this isn’t what we voted for when we voted for the people who have attempted to do this for decades.” Sick people will still die. Then two years later they’ll vote for Republicans again, because they can’t vote for Democrats, because Democrats want to take all the billionaires’ money and use it to give sick people healthcare. I don’t know.

I’ll keep voting against these people as long as I have the right to vote. I wish more people would join me. I hope my state makes the best of a terrible situation.

You all know my thoughts, and I am done sharing them for a while. The people who had the power to stop this gave that power away last November. They elected a party that is wrapped around the finger of a grifter who holds them in contempt. I begged them not to and they did it anyway. I don’t have to tell you what ought to happen next. I can only hope that it does.