Dear Outsiders: We Are Not Feckless. We’re Fighters. Watch What Happens on Tuesday

“The scariest thing to outsiders about what is happening to America isn’t necessarily Trump’s destruction of it; it’s the lack of any opposition to the destruction of America.” Retrievals Resists

Harsh. But true?

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Well, I take umbrage with the “lack of any opposition.” There’s plenty of opposition happening across and around this enormous country. But based on social media posts and articles penned by people outside the U.S., there’s growing consensus that Americans as a whole, at least in regard to Trump, are spineless, racist, passive, greedy, corrupt, disengaged, cultish, deluded, acquiescent, and stupid as fuck.

How pathetic is that?

Sadly, what’s really pathetic is that some of that is true. Some of that is America. MAGA. Trump supporters in general. Republicans en masse. White supremacists. Political cynics. Right wing snarlers. Detached non-committals. Civic apathetics.

But, dear Outsiders, that is not the majority of America.

Those inflammatory opinions coming from Canadians (who could blame them??), Europeans, Brits, Aussies, Greenlanders, everyone, are not, however, being pulled from wholecloth; they’re based on their observations, yes, but also their incredulity and confusion about how this great, grand country of ours could possibly “allow” Trump and his lapdogs to—seemingly with impunity—break any law, flout any norm, violate any Constitutional mandate, lie as a matter of course, alienate allies, send the gestapo after immigrants, kill protesters, wreck the economy, destroy any monument/animal/natural space, manipulate elections, throw insurrections, start and badly manage a foreign war, and even do stupid, mindless nonsense like rename bodies of water like preening 13-year-olds with sharpies and delusional wish lists.

“What are you doing, America? How can you let this criminal rapist keep raping your country?” (Twitter poster from Europe).

I get the question, but let’s clarify: we’re not letting him rape this country, any more than a woman “lets” her rapist rape her. Nor are we “allowing” him open season on our American democracy. It may look that way, but what you’re missing, dear Outsiders, is the hard truth behind our structure of government where the majority rules. At least purportedly. At least in Congress. Not so much in our elections, where the antiquated and arcane Electoral College mucks things up, but in Congress?

Yes, within the current congressional majority (i.e., Republicans), you’re right; there is quite literally no resistance to each and every act of corruption and destruction being inflicted by this POTUS and his administration on a daily basis. They’ve abdicated, caved, capitulated, those congressional Republicans. Democrats in Congress can raise a hue and cry against that onslaught of malfeasances, but without a majority, and with not enough Republicans willing to take a moral stand, Dems are disarmed (which is why flipping Congress on  Tuesday is so urgent).

But outside of the halls of government? The “majority” you speak of, dear Outsiders, is the millions of us out here in everyday land working doggedly in myriad ways to resist, protest, raise awareness, educate, promote activism, and so on. Given that, there’s something uniquely disheartening—and quite insulting, frankly—about being generalized as sheep-like self-defeatists shuffling along while a corrupt tyrant and his handlers destroy everything that is holy and precious about our home with little or no pushback. Like the Germans with Hitler. Someone even made that comparison in response to the following swipe from Canadian political scientist, Thomas Juneau:

“The weakness of the opposition to Trump as he sabotages the US – the sycophancy and cowardice of Republicans, the fecklessness of Democrats, the apathy of the majority of the population who oppose him but do nothing – is what should scare us about the future of the US trajectory.” Thomas Juneau

I’ll be honest, that made me angry. He can snarl that Democrats are “feckless,” but does he not grasp that “majority rules” in this country’s government (see earlier paragraph), or is he simply ignoring the tireless efforts of countless Democrats in Congress pushing tirelessly against Trump? Is he unaware of activists like Marc Elias and Democracy Docket, or journalists like Katie Phang holding MAGA perpetrators’ feet to the fire? Does he not see the millions of Americans marching, rallying, showing up at town halls, risking life and limb to protect immigrants, impoverished children, and Constitutional freedoms? Is he so blinded by his (justified) frustration with Trump’s attacks on his country that he dismisses bona fide activism to sneer about “the apathy of the majority of the population who oppose him but do nothing”?

Trust me, dear Outsiders (and Mr. Juneau), we hate him as much as you do, but the “majority” of us are not sitting on our hands doing nothing. And good people resent the tendency to dismiss and minimize the very real battles being fought every day in this country by so many dedicating their time, energy, and resources to fight for the preservation of our democracy, freedoms, and human rights.

My response to Mr. Juneau:

“Your generalizing on several fronts is wildly inaccurate, particularly when countless Democrats and millions of Americans work doggedly against Trump’s autocracy … and to shift the trajectory in the Midterms. I know it’s trendy to dismiss us all as lazy sheep, but it’s simply inaccurate.”

I would’ve said more but it was a tweet so … yeah, limited word count.

Obviously I am also aware that, despite those millions of us making “good trouble,” there remain other millions who are sitting on the sidelines “doing nothing.” Detached from the ongoing madness, claiming “it ain’t my problem,” pretending if it doesn’t touch them personally it’s not something they need to worry about; ignoring the fact that even their children and grandchildren will be deleteriously affected by the damage being done right this minute, across the globe, touching everything from the air we breathe to the economy we count on, by the corruption and criminality of the current administration.

As gobsmacked as you are, dear Outsiders, watching as our country gets pummelled beyond recognition by our very own leaders, know that we are as well … and are not complacent. Not apathetic. We’re outraged and activated. So quit insulting us, okay? We can only take so much…

And my fellow Americans, if you know someone who is apathetic and complacent, WAKE THEM UP. We need all hands on deck, to use a hoary trope. We’re just days away from November 3rd, the day of the Midterm Elections, and we cannot fail. We cannot. Not only is that the urgent mandate of all Americans who truly care about humanity, democracy, and decency, it’s the mandate of an entire world of “dear Outsiders” who do not want to see us fail.

Let’s make sure we don’t.


 

It’s a Mad World Out There … Let’s Throw a Party!

A political party. The kind where music is played and money is raised.

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I don’t blame. Frankly, I get it.

I sometimes feel some version of that even as a writer. I’d like to muse more often on topics beyond politics—traveling, love, the squirrel in my front yard, my cat Georgy, why my penmanship has gotten hideous since grade school—but, strangely, when I do meander toward those more apolitical themes, less readership is sparked, typically less than my political rants. And that, after all, is what it’s all about, right, building readership?

Well, no, not completely.

Yes, I want to build readership, of course. I want all of you to want to click each pithy headline to see what my latest “musing” is about. But more importantly, I want to intrigue, provoke, entertain, and inspire while widening the spectrum and offering, perhaps, more varietal opinionating. One-note pontification (not that I’m doing that, certainly, but in general) can be both creatively unsatisfying, and, I’d guess, occasionally redundant. So I am going to mix it up a bit, “view stats” be damned … maybe I’ll even get my friend’s interest back.

Today that focal-veer inspires me to talk about why performing with my band is my most organic form of political activism (see what I did there … politics and creativity!).

But let me first lay the groundwork by addressing the impulse behind this week’s headline: We are at critical mass crazy. Every single day there’s some new outrage to ingest, and the constantly percolating rage is keeping us, as a nation (world?), in a state of cortisol-inflammation. Which is not good.

This week’s short list includes:

  • “AI is going to kill us.” We’ve been informed by countless perpetrators of the AI invasion that now that they’ve built and released their “agents” into the wild, those wily robots have learned to escape their “sandboxes” to wreak havoc, eliciting from their creators a rather tepid, “Oops, sorry; they’re might/could/are going to destroy humanity… and maybe pretty soon.” That sort of thing will keep anxious people up nights for decades to come.
  • Trump continues his swooning love affair with evil overlord Xi Jingping, inviting the dictator, with gushing pomp & circumstance, to enjoy our White House where he (Trump) demeans the former president, behaves like a mincing crush-buddy, and achieves absolutely nothing.
  • Whack-a-mole seems to have become the norm for conducting an election, at least for protectors of the realm (democracy) like Norm Eisen and the indefatigable Marc Elias and his Democracy Docket team (talk about being exhausted). Give these people your money, attention, and support whenever you can.
  • Pete “Gee, I wish I was an army man” Hegseth continues to behave stupidly while putting human life at risk, whether blowing up faceless boaters, or, most recently, inviting vacuous influencers with bad hair to skulk the Pentagon and give vacuous speeches (see: The Pentagon has unveiled its secret weapon: two idiotic influencers).
  • And so on…

The sheer volume of all that crazy is undeniably exhausting. I know I’m exhausted. I imagine you are too. So I appreciated Rev. Benjamin Cremer’s recent comment:

“If you are overwhelmed by all the cruelty and tempted into hopelessness, you are a good person and on the right side of history. Those in power want nothing more than to steal your hope and drive you into apathy. Keeping your empathy and hope alive is an act of resistance.”

Amazing thing to say. And true. It can be that simple, resistance. Keeping empathy and hope alive is something everyone can do, even without leaving home. Even without joining a movement, knocking doors, writing postcards, or wailing at rallies. I think good people are doing just that … while metaphorically holding their breath, waiting, hoping, for an essential shift in the dark continuum.

Read that again: Keeping your empathy and hope alive is an act of resistance. We can all do that.

But back to me and singing … it connects, I promise.

My most joyful act of resistance is setting up shop with my band and offering our music to fundraisers helping to fill coffers for Democrats—the party in general and/or candidates specifically. Yes, I’ve done postcards, marches, mailing list promotions, etc., and have been more than happy to participate in all those ways. But I can think of no better reason to get up on stage and tap into that most exhilarating of art forms—singing—than to help save the sanity of our country. That’s a noble reason to sing, but damn … it also feels like the very best quid pro quo.

Someone once said to me that every single person loves to sing and wishes they were a rockstar. I can’t confirm that, but I bet it’s true. It was certainly true for me, both parts of that. I may have aged out of the “rockstar” option, but singing? Never. And how delightful that I have a group of brilliant musicians with whom I can do just that, and together we can take this thing we love and do something good with it. Truly a gift.

Because ever since I was a little girl riding my bike down May Avenue toward Nippersink Creek park by the baseball field, climbing into a tree on the park’s edge and belting out, “I Could’ve Danced All Night” to no audience at all, the act of singing has felt to me like a blessed event. Transformative and exhilarating. I actually conjured up a quote I gave to one of the fictional characters in my last novel, Chick Singer, that completely encapsulates the experience for me:

“It climbs through you like electricity; up from your gut and through your throat, bursting into the air with such sound and fury you couldn’t hold it back even if you wanted to. It rushes ears, explodes senses; raises goosebumps, until they wail and scream and move to the floor, arms flailing, leg pumping, every word shouted in tandem, and when that happens, and you know it was you—your voice, your energy, your electricity—that inspired the joyful clamor, you rise up out of your body in pure exhilaration. And sing louder.”

Probably not hard to figure why getting up and singing for the benefit of a benefit is my most favorite form of political resistance.

We’ve got one coming up in a couple of weeks. By the time we’re on stage entertaining fundraiser guests on Saturday, October 10th, we’ll be just 24 days from November 3rd’s Midterm election … a very big election day. I’d love everyone I know in the LA area to come join us to help support that election. I’d love everyone reading this to click the QR code in the flier below to donate (the hosts have designated 50% for the Democratic Party, 50% specifically to James Talarico, that’s how important flipping Texas is!). Mostly, I’d love all of us to benefit from the success aided by the money raised, success that will help change the course of our country.

Join me however you can, from wherever you are. Mostly, though, keep your empathy and hope alive. I will certainly join you in that.

I’m also going to keep singing, with intention, resistance, and joy … and as loud as I can.