I don’t know if you’ve detected it, and if you have, I don’t know if you believe it, but it’s palpable and visceral and people are starting to talk.

It might seem crazy what I’m about to say
Sunshine she’s here, you can take a break
I’m a hot air balloon that could go to space
With the air, like I don’t care baby by the way*
We’re feeling… what is that? It’s hopeful, optimistic, communal damn JOY. Remember that, joy?
Might be hard… it’s been a while. Certainly Election 2020 being decided for Biden came with joy (or perhaps, more honestly, relief). We’ve subsequently had some very good years with Joe, get to feel happy about his estimable list of accomplishments. But Trump clamored to announce his return from the dead only days after that 2020 decision, so we knew “winter was coming” on the heels of, and during, Joe’s run. Which injected looming dread into the joy quotient, diluting it almost beyond recognition.
Because, frankly, it’s been one long, ugly slog since Trump first slithered down that escalator in 2015 (dear God, almost ten years already!). Millions have suffered specifically, millions more have suffered tangentially, and the world was not made a better place because of this corrupt little man. In fact, it’s almost as if some dark, karmic maneuvering was at play when an unprecedented global pandemic descended upon us while this corrupt little man wobbled at the helm, as if nature felt obligated to mimic the malevolent chaos swirling around him and, therefore, us. Whatever it was, it was further “nail to the coffin” of our ability to feel things like joy, hope; optimism.
Then Joe righted the ship, got us back on course, and here we are, weeks after his graceful baton pass, weeks into the exuberant Harris/Walz campaign, and it’s seems, at this point, to be undeniable:
We are feeling JOY. It’s raw and giddy, and of course, given the gap, it’s like working an atrophied muscle, exercise that can’t help but be tempered by caution, wariness, and whispered admonitions of, “Don’t get too happy, now! Remember Comey? Remember Russia? Remember misguided polls? It could all turn on a dime!”
Here come bad news talking this and that
Yeah, well, gimme all you got and don’t hold back
Yeah, well I should probably warn you I’ll be just fine
Yeah, no offense to you don’t waste your time
Here’s why…
Yes, here’s why we won’t hold back on that joy. This is a different time, a different team, a different zeitgeist, and a wiser electorate. We’ve learned that feeling joy, letting ourselves get happy and hopeful, is its own kind of campaign adrenaline. As Joy Reid put it on Threads, “Joy is its own form of resistance.” She’s right.
And we’re allowed, dammit! The grievance and anger based agenda of Trump and his right-wing cohorts does not resonate with the majority; does not represent the mood and tone of higher conscious people; does not inspire activism, engagement, and positive outcomes. JOY DOES.

Yes, we face serious challenges. We can take nothing for granted. We can’t count on polls, pundits, or media to assess and accurately call the heats of this race. There will be shifts and changes, unexpected breaking news; creepy “swift-boating,” threats of violence (it’s MAGA, after all), and accusations of “CHEATING!” (already happening with The Corrupt Little Man Who Projects Everything). But we’ve run against this shady cabal before. We know their playbook, their players; we know the chicanery and shenanigans they’ll put into play. But our team is fierce, staffed with some of the smartest, best people in the business, and I believe we can have faith that they’ll handily respond to any lobs from the other side.
So let’s let ourselves feel it: Happiness. Hope. Optimism. Belief. JOY.
Yes, we’ll work our asses off. Yes, we’ll stay focused and activated, keep the attention on inspiring new voters, getting people registered and to the polls, helping any online and street teams reach as far as they can. But while we’re doing that, we’ll dance in the streets, sing at the top of our our lungs, and happily clap along… because this movement, this moment, is a “room without a roof”!
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you know what happiness is to you
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like that’s what you wanna do
Happy lyrics by Pharrell L. Williams © Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp., EMI April Music Inc., More Water From Nazareth, Waters Of Nazareth Publishing, Universal Pictures Global Music
SIDEBAR: Back when I was sending out newsletters via Mailchimp, some of you might remember they most often focused on updates regarding my books, music, photography, etc., or on other artists, events, worthy causes, or organizations I supported. Though more recently my posts have evolved into the weekly op-ed format, I still plan to include ancillary updates from time to time, and will do so through this new “SIDEBAR” feature tagged at the end of articles.
I’ll start today with some good news on the literary front: my last novel, The Alchemy of Noise, is published by a small, excellent publisher called She Writes Press, and they, just this month of August, entered into a distribution deal with the mighty Simon & Schuster, which means my book is now being distributed by that same company… which is very cool. If you’ve not yet read it, I hope you’ll trundle over to my page at their site, pick yourself up a copy, and enjoy the read.

Also, if you’re in the Chicago area: my very talented brother, Tom Amandes, is starring as “Gandalf” in The Lord of the Rings, a Musical Tale, at the Chicago Shakespeare Theater on Navy Pier. It’s getting great reviews, running until September 1st (after which it’s scheduled to go to New Zealand!), so if you can, grab some tix and immerse yourself in the magic of the Shire!
That’s it until next week… have a good one!







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