There are some Mondays that I regret ever having committed to the Gratitude Monday thing. Not the thankfulness part; I’m a much happier person for opting to be grateful. But for having to cough up thanks right after something like 43 Republican senators deciding to appease a fat, old, diapered white man instead of upholding the rule of law and their oath of office.
I mean, some days this is just really hard, yo.
Well, hey ho, it’s Presidents Day, the conflation
of the Old Times’ holidays commemorating Lincoln’s (12 February) and Washington’s
(22 February) birthdays into a vanilla marking of all presidents, bless their
hearts. (Fun fact: Although both days used to be federal holidays, south of the
Mason-Dixon Line, no one got off on 12 February.) And this year, my company is
celebrating it, so—yay, day off!
(This is new to the company. Rumor has it that
management waited until a certain fat, old, diapered white man was out of the Oval
Office before celebrating the day. I have no take on this, having only been
here for 18 months. But in announcing Presidents Day, they also said we’re
getting Juneteenth off annually, too. Interesting, no?)
And it occurs to me
that I am truly grateful that we have an intelligent, compassionate, moral
human as president; what a gift that is. Joe Biden was not my first choice,
back during the primaries, but having him in the White House is akin to how I
felt when I left LA and didn’t breathe in smog, or when I left Seattle and actually
saw the sun. You don’t realize how awful it’s been until you step away from it,
and then the relief is so great you want to cry.
Clearly, we have miles
to go. And tons of shite to clear away. And it’s not going to be easy at all.
But dear Lord, we have a real president. Gott sei Dank.
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