“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way.” Charles Dickens: A Tale of Two Cities (1859)
It’s been a long time since AGMA’s read the CliffsNotes on this great book. I’m pretty sure that I never actually read it from cover to cover.
I saw the movie though…
But holy crap on a cracker, this quote totally describes so many people I know in the USA.
On one hand, life is very good. It took 60+ years, but I’m finally comfortable in my own skin. I’ve dispelled (for the most part) the shadows of the past that held me hostage for so many years. It’s really wonderfully liberating.
AGMA’s become a Ms. Sassy Pants.
I’ve taken up marathon running. I’ve discovered a passion for men’s elite cycling (young men in spandex!). I have a blog I adore writing and a family in my WordPress friends. And I got a tattoo this year. That I still LOVE by the way.
My relationship with my older son and DIL has completely transformed into something I only dreamed of a few years ago. I’m welcomed into their home with open arms and lots of love. They have given me two adorable grandchildren to spoil.
And spoil them AGMA does indeed! Which is what I was doing last week when I should have been posting to AGMA. Oops…
Hubs is retired. We have a comfortable income from his pension and my part-time massage therapy work. And some modest savings. So I can travel. Something AGMA has been wanting to do since her early 20’s. Egypt, Australia, New Zealand, South Africa, and all over Europe multiple times. For me it’s been a dream come true.
However, I just found out that we are actually at the poverty level based on the GOP’s definition of the middle class in the new tax bill. Evidently to be middle class, you need to earn $450,000 per year.
Great segue to the worst of times…
Our traitorous illegitimate president. His pack of corrupt henchmen and Stepford women. The spineless, heartless, bottom dwellers of the GOP. The morons in charge of education, our natural resources, consumer protection, financial regulation, commerce, housing, veterans affairs, public health, social programs, immigration.
Lobbyists basically in charge of public policy.
A nuclear game of cat and mouse between narcissistic megalomaniacs.
The repeated assaults on and the attempted destruction of the tenants of our Constitution. The attacks on the judiciary. The demonization on the free press. The egregious, illegal exploitation of public office for personal gain.
The fear and hate mongering. Condoned attacks on women, minorities, non-Christians, LGBTQ’s, the disabled.
The extreme profanity of the “Christian” alt-right.
Treason and rigged elections. Gerrymandering. Voter suppression. Poll taxes.
Our precious children at Sandy Hook and Columbine. Virginia Tech. Charleston. San Bernardino. Orlando. Charlottesville. Las Vegas, New York City. Denver. Sutherland Springs.
Our precious children…
Chuck was right; it is the best of times and the worst of times.
AGMA’s challenge, as I think is every other person who loves what American used to stand for, is to not retreat into my personal best of times out of fatigue or sense of helplessness or a desire to block it it all out. Although I know plenty of people who have done just that. They have just tuned out what’s happening to the US because it’s not all unicorns and rainbows. Or it makes them feel bad or sad or ruins their feng shui.
Ah…I think that’s what happened in Germany in the 1930‘s.
As AGMA loves to tell via social media our Trump-arse-kissing, spineless, gutless, in-the-pocket-of-the-lobbyists, dishonorable Georgia senator David Perdue, “History has its eye on you and will judge you accordingly.”
Truthfully, history has its eyes on all of us. And will judge us on how we used our best of times to heal our worst of times.
AGMA knows this seems overwhelmingly daunting. But I also know that the actions of one person can make a difference.
We all can’t be a Mother Theresa (especially AGMA!), but we can pick up the phone and call our legislators. On the federal, state and local level. Often. And let them know what we think about the worst of times and how we want them to make it better.
And we can support, either financially and/or with our time, local political candidates who would unite and heal rather than divide and wound.
The same thing with organizations that support civil rights, voting rights, LGBT rights, a clean environment, sensible gun laws, our Constitution, immigrant rights, our veterans, etc…
You get the idea.
Honestly, AGMA would really like to cocoon and withdraw from all of this worst of times stuff. I mean, my life is going great. I’m living large. Finally. Why should I worry about all that other “unpleasantness”?
An almost 3 year old boy who loves trucks of every kind, wants to be a “worker guy” when he grows up, and loves inventing make-believe stories he can act out with his Nan when she visits.
And a just turned 1 year old young lady who loves to climb on things she’s not supposed to (that’a girl!), babbles incessantly and gives her Nan the best heart melting snuggles that Nan ever had.
They and millions of other precious children of all colors and religious backgrounds and cultures deserve a better future.
History does indeed have its eyes on us.
I wonder how we’ll do?