Another
round of presidential misogyny left me fuming for a few days. A horde of angry
responses snarled and gnashed their fangs within my mind. Yet I stayed away
from keyboard. Not because I wanted to reign in my words, but because I fought
for just the right order and organization to my thoughts.
My
little blog posts won’t change anything.
The
president’s deeply rooted personality disorder won’t miraculously disappear
because I wish it so. There’s no magic. Not even the fervent prayers of the multitudinous
faithful will rescue us from this current mess.
Instead,
we have to watch every day and wait for this man to stop skirting around social
inappropriateness and actually break a law. A “biggy” that really matters. In
the meantime, we summon every ounce of patience as investigations into
obstruction of justice play out. Our gut tells us that this may not take that
long; but whenever it happens, it may still be too late.
And
so, why do I write? Why do I pass along every article I read about this
administration? What do I hope to accomplish?
A
moral obligation.
A
moral obligation to speak out every time an injustice occurs.
A moral obligation to share facts and data that become obscured by ignorance—or even
worse, a political agenda that seeks profit over prosperity.
A
moral obligation to pass along documented and referenced research about the
administration’s desire for authoritarianism.
A
moral obligation to protect our right to vote.
A moral obligation
to voice dissent.
A moral obligation
to stand with our free press.
A
moral obligation to address the absurdities of this president and to yell, “THIS
IS NOT NORMAL!”
And
that’s it. The bottom line. My moral obligation compels me to educate everyone
I can with the understanding that we must stand together to fight against this
abnormality.
Copyright 2017 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
