My Country 'tis of Thee...

My heart is breaking.

I'm 54 years old, and I lived through Reagan's boisterous aggression, Bush Sr's mediocrity, and Clinton's well-intentioned charm. I survived W's stupidity and rejoiced in Obama's leadership.

I thought we were moving toward a better future.

To borrow one of our President*'s favorite words: wrong.

I was born right after the Cuban Missile Crisis, and in all of my years on this earth, I've never been so profoundly frightened. I've got two kids, you know? One's going to graduate from high school this spring, and the other one will graduate a year from now. What's going to be left for them?

President* Trump has been in office just 7 days, and I'm appalled by his actions so far, and terrified of what's to come. Will my kids be forced into military service, to fight a war designed to benefit one man above all others?

Do I have enough water and canned goods on hand in case society shuts down completely?

Maybe you voted for the guy, and you're ready to tell me off for being a liberal crybaby. If that's the case, I can only say I've lived through a number of presidential transitions, and this one is exceptional. I try to get my news from credible sources - The New York Times and The Washington Post primarily - and as much as I want our country to succeed, I don't think those reporters are making things up.

What those news stories tell me is, we're very close to being fucked.

This blog is supposed to be an adjunct to my writing, the kind of site where #MySexySaturday is about as deep as it gets. I'm not feeling it right now. I should be promoting my upcoming release, and diving into the ongoing escapades of my favorite vampire monk.

Not feeling that, either.

Instead, I'm going to take the dogs for a walk, say a few Hail Mary's and decide if I want to post this. I mean, either you think I'm crazy, or you're already so scared you don't need to add my fear to your load.

God bless America
land that I love.
Stand beside her
and guide her

Please