|Scene from Fritz Lang's Metropolis|
I had never watched Drumpf speak until tonight when I braved up and watched him accept the Republican party nomination. I'm only a bit embarrassed to tell you that it made me cry. I think it was around the second sentence when he began speaking about Law and Order and policemen being shot, when he sneered at political correctness and the entire crowd erupted in chants and cheers that I felt simultaneously chilled to the bone and filled with sorrow. I don't need to tell you that the latest shooting of a black caregiver to an autistic young man had already filled me with dread for the day in a sort of double whammy.
I will tell you that I have friends and family -- very close family -- that are actually supportive of Drumpf, and that this causes so much anguish that I feel paralyzed.
I'm not sure what to do?
I'm breathing in sorrow and breathing out love, but it's choking me.
n. a state of exhaustion inspired by an act of senseless violence, which forces you to revise your image of what can happen in this world—mending the fences of your expectations, weeding out invasive truths, cultivating the perennial good that’s buried under the surface—before propping yourself up in the middle of it like an old scarecrow, who’s bursting at the seams but powerless to do anything but stand there and watch.
via The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows