good luck

Last night I tucked my son into bed – for the third or fourth time, I can’t remember, he kept getting up for one last drink of water – and I kissed him on the head and thought to myself, “This might very well be the last night where I can guarantee his safety, where I can know that there won’t be a nuclear war in the middle of the night because China called Trump a bad name on Twitter.”

I don’t mean to sound overly dramatic about it, but I swear to God that’s what went through my mind.

Today is a dark, dark day.  I can’t recall the last time I felt this sort of dread – at least, not while I was awake.  Indeed, I’m still having trouble processing that this is really happening, that this isn’t some sort of mass-hypnosis Black Mirror episode gone horribly wrong.

But here we are.

It’s been a rough week or so here at SFTC HQ; I got kicked in the ass by a virus last Thursday and I’m only now starting to feel sort-of back to my usual self.  My mom broke her leg while on vacation.  My day job, having already blocked me from social media, has also apparently blocked Spotify.  I can’t watch the news, even though I feel compelled to watch the news, because while it’s important to be informed, I can only take so much of Trump’s stupidity before blood starts shooting out of my ears.  My videogame RSS feeds are filled with endless crap about the Nintendo Switch, which I don’t give a shit about (and which my 3-year-old son is too young to want).

And, well, today we are swearing in a spray-tanned idiot to be our new President.

It is important to fight back, to resist, to make sure that nothing about this administration is normalized, to hold Trump and the spineless GOP accountable for the terrible, terrible mistakes that are about to be made.  It is important to be vigilant and watchful, to stand in the way of injustice, to make our voices heard as loudly as possible.

It is also important to give hugs and kisses to the people you love the most.

If you’re reading this, thank you.  I’m in something of a transitional phase with this blog – which is something I’ve said a million times before, but it’s more true now than ever – and I’m not really sure where I’m going with it.  Talking about games and music and books feels kinda unnecessary, even if, as Trump prepares to dismantle funding for federal arts programs, it’s more important than ever before to talk about music and books and games.

In any event, I’m glad you’re here, whoever you are.  We are going to get through this, somehow.  And if you’re here with me, just know that I am here with you, too.

Author: Jeremy Voss

Musician, wanna-be writer, suburban husband and father. I'll occasionally tweet from @couchshouts. You can find me on XBL, PSN and Steam as JervoNYC.

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