With a nod to the current top story on DKos list, I wish to share a different kind of story because I believe that she was correct in doing what she had to do so many years ago while I’m sure that I’m correct in doing what I am doing now.
Then why did I never want to tell this story?
My apologies in advance for my writing skills. I have been told I’m not a good writer several times. I never fixed it, probably because I just wanted to get by. This seems to be a recurring theme in my life. I have been a Democrat my entire life but I have volunteered only sporadically (twice). In 2004 I knocked on a few doors one day to help get out the vote. In 2016 I made a few calls for Jason Kander, maybe a couple of days worth.
I really don’t like being that active. Really. Only a few hours of volunteering for any political cause IN MY LIFE and I really thought that would about do it for me. The way I saw it, the causes I support are NO-BRAINERS. Anyone who can reason would support them. I know that Republicans won’t reason or support reasonable causes but I didn’t address that. I just wanted reasonable people to vote. Easy ask, right?
That’s not this story. This story is the one I didn’t want to tell even though I’m sure is the right thing to do. Yes, I’m volunteering again. I never wanted to tell it because I never wanted it to be NECESSARY to become involved again. I would have expected Trump would have shaken everyone to their senses. Not happening, is it? I live in a world where the majority are not going to become involved when there is a threat, unless their conscience forces them.
I’m feeling forced to volunteer. I don’t like it. I’m not patting myself on the back. I’m feeling partly responsible for us being this far away from normal. I should have been more vocal, more involved. I feel that the cause needs me now, I don’t like it. I don’t want to do it.
I don’t know how much I will be able to take but I’m going to find out.
I hate it.