Capital Jazz XI Cruise is Coming Together

And I have to ask you guys: bear with them.

Just today, I saw the announcement: India.Arie, Will Downing, and Jeffrey Osborne are on board.

YES. Already I’m happy. Will Downing’s voice is one pure buttery dream of a baritone, and he has a great lyrical style. I’ve been a massive India.Arie fan ever since she released Video, and cannot wait to have my camera live and ready for that particular show. Jeffrey O is a crowd-pleaser, always has been.

But here’s why else I’m happy: this means the back-end stuff of the cruise is coming together.

I won’t remind people of what happened last year. But here’s what I will say: they are doing exactly what we said, back then, we wanted them to do. Bear with them and let them.

We said, as one collective fanbase: Do not let last year repeat itself. And I said, on this very blog: nine good years, vs. one questionable one. Stats are in their favor. They will make things work.

And that’s precisely what’s happening here.

Last year, when we all got the apology email, there was a mention that Capital Jazz will have its own reservation system, so that the mess last year wouldn’t repeat. We knew then it was going to take work, because 1. system has to be created, and 2. made compatible with Norwegian’s system, and 3. tested. As one of the commenters on this blog mentioned last year, the systems have to be tested prior to launch, and this is where i”m in the firmest agreement. A huge part of last year’s to-do was because Norwegian was unprepared for the demand of the charter attendees. Now they will be prepared.

I also said back then: CapJazz rolls with the punches and tries to set things right.

And this is precisely what they’re doing.

I’m a cautious optimist, but I also am aware of my own slight bias coming from my longtime love of the production. Nonetheless, the point stands: they’re doing precisely what we have asked them to do. They’re doing precisely what we expected them to do in terms of setting things right. And they’re doing exactly that.

I’m definitely not a patient person, but so far, this is a start. And already, if India.Arie is on board, I will enjoy the cruise no matter what.
(Okay, the mojito bar and oysters help!)

K.G.

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Godspeed, and a word of caution

Right now, buses and planes are flying to DC from the world over, full of women who are marching on Washington, DC. Protests of the inauguration and the coming administration have already started.

Already, mixed reports are coming in.

First of all, I wish the protesters Godspeed, if they are religious, and good luck, if they are not. Many, many people whom I know are marching today, and it is hugely important to me, and the country, that they keep marching. No one ever got anything accomplished by staying still; in my case, the pen is mightier than the sword; my best protests are done with this blog and my writing.

I would like to give you a warning, though, if you are protesting:

Beware of professional agitators.

James O’Keefe has already done his part to infiltrate protests in the past. We have seen his work with Occupy Wall Street, and with BLM. Without fail, every time, he’s got someone stirring the pot, and the entire movement then has to shoulder the blame for the actions of someone who, let’s face it, didn’t belong there in the first place.

DCist offers a look into that too.

Really, not a new tactic. How is this different from the CIA sending a spook to scope out a foreign country’s diplomatic and social vibe and start engineering things from the inside? Not at all different, just on a lower level. Same shit, different playbook.

My DC marchers, I would like to ask you to be very careful, and videotape the shit out of the agitators.

This is what you watch for:

  • Masked, white male
  • Too riled up, too over-energetic, taking it out on the surrounding protesters too
  • Dressed all in black, covered mouth
  • Much angrier than everyone else around him
  • Begins trashing property on the popular spots on the march route almost immediately.

If you see anyone like that, someone who’s too “into” the protest, then you’re probably seeing a professional agitator.

There’s also a good chance that you’ll find undercover cops in the march too. This is not accidental. BLM protests have been incited to violence by plainclothes before. And as a result, BLM faced media excoriation when the actual protesters actually outed the plainclothes as the agitators.

I will give you this piece of advice: Unless you are sure that the agitator next to you isn’t a plainclothes cop, do. not. make. any. attempt. to restrain or subdue him. It’s not worth you getting hurt and there’s a very high possibility he may press charges; unless you’re a lawyer or have a lawyer, or even if not, do not risk it.

Doubly so if you suspect someone is a plainclothes. Not useful earning yourself an arrest for assaulting a police officer even if said police officer is an agitator with the express job of discrediting the protest.

If you check out any recent protest videos, it’s always someone masked, 99% of the time it’ll also be someone white, and always someone who’s a little more violent and angry than everyone else around him. Trust your gut: if something’s not right, it almost certainly is not.

And because our phones do transmit signal on a regular basis, if you want to make yourself untrackable, this is useful.

Share this post far and wide. Yeah, I have an IP tracker on this blog, but 1) I don’t share the IPs, and 2) it’s been installed for my safety, and I will extend that safety to others. Share, read, and please stay safe.

K.G.

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Saying Goodbye to a President

This is probably one of the harder posts that I would write on this blog, if you consider the contexts of the present time, and when Pres. Obama has come to the office in 2008.

To see him get elected was surreal. In so so so many ways. This was a point in history that I am, every day, glad I’ve witnessed.

What I’m not glad for was the almost immediate eruption of the racist backlash. Everything from burning in effigy to some truly sickening slurs hurled at his family.

But nonetheless… he had a scandal-free presidency. He and Michelle have a relationship that, honestly, should be every couple’s goal. And, though he spoke that she never asked for the office of First Lady, and it is true, I do think that Michelle knew what she was getting into when she had seen him embark on his journey as a politician.

He did recover the economy. Ignore the spin doctors on television and look at the constant, consistent job growth in his entire presidency. Look at the fact that 401Ks recovered to where they were pre-Bush recession. Look at portfolios growing. Look at Dow Jones growth the past eight years. The proof is there, it’s quantifiable.

But the people who are right now cheering the incoming administration and saying how they had to “put up” with Obama are demonstrating nothing else but the fact that they can’t tolerate that a black man has done a great job.

What’s happening right now is little more than a whitelash. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, see the reactions throughout American history. After the abolition of slavery. After the Civil War. After the Reconstruction. After Civil Rights. After women’s rights. Each time there was any sort of human rights progress, history saw an immediate backlash. Jim Crow. Voter suppression. Segregation. So on and so forth. This right now… is more of the same.

Deny it all you want, but you can’t unring the bell of history, and once shit’s on the Internet, it. is. forever. So when you think no one will remember the posts you made calling the President NObama, or whatever else you called him? You’d be amazed how long a computer’s memory can be.

The past eight years were formative for me as a voter and as a member of the workforce. At the time that the Obama campaign for the White House began in 2007, I was a college graduate, inundated ten ways from Sunday with student loan debt, no prospects, no direction, and an administrative position in my first firm. And what I wanted, at a bare minimum, was a job that could afford to pay bills that aren’t just the student loan, to be able to afford my own place, to… live. Just live. I have graduated college thinking of the suicides of the LGBT students – one of which happened in my freshman year – and wanted more of them to stay alive; they were great kids with immeasurable talent, and hated by the people who were supposed to loved them; they all deserved a lot better. I am vehemently childfree, and the idea that I may have been forced into childbirth due to birth control failure and having no other options has been a consistent fear – one that I, ironically, resolved because Sarah Palin has been selected as McCain’s running-mate. I knew what I cared about – and from the beginning of Obama’s campaign, I looked at him, and I said, “He probably cares about the same things I do… and he’s going to win this thing.”

My predictions are not infallible. I thought Hillary was going to win this; I’m sure a lot of people did. But I also purposely skipped the debates to avoid Trump’s face and voice; I find both repugnant. Be my personal feelings what they may, I should’ve taken in mind that he’s a salesman first. Underestimating the sales pitch was a huge, crucial mistake in my assessment. He pitches a good game, he knows how to appeal to people, and – I’ve said this before – he has a quintessentially typical predator’s intelligence: he knows how to isolate their weaknesses and hone in on them instinctively. Never once did I think he was stupid. Woefully, dangerously ignorant and blithe about it, certainly. But stupid? No, no. And my underestimation of this was why I pegged this election result wrongly.

This only teaches me to account for all factors, not just the obvious ones, before I make a call.

But when I saw Obama against McCain in debates, I knew he had it. He spoke confidently, eloquently, with the conviction of someone who has been through the same hard times as the people asking the questions in the town-halls. He’s had to struggle in his life, and had to work twice as hard to be taken seriously. And he accomplished it, and it showed most that he never once forgot the journey he had taken to get there.

I was glad to see, over the past eight years, that he had proven my expectations right in a lot of ways. He had to toe a line that kept shifting every day, and balance a very delicate shifting load that is global relations in a changing and evolving world. We have all of us grown with him, and to have his term to conclusion feels, in a sense, like graduating college all over again.

Except, unlike when he had first come to the White House, I’m no longer at the threshold of the world with the possibilities ahead, however scant, and wanting prospects. I carved out an unlikely career path – hell, two, all considered – and I kept living by the simple mantra of do whatever makes your soul smile. I can’t say it’s all been roses – it hasn’t – but it taught me what I needed to know and taught me what was important. Obama’s presidency was an example that hard work and sharp brains count for a whole lot, and that yes, it is possible to do great things, even if the rest of the world sees you as “the other.”

Now that he’s on his way out the door, and tomorrow we begin four years that are, at the absolute kindest word I can use, unpredictable, I feel like I’m looking for direction again, in a sense. So much of what has happened under Pres. Obama is now in jeopardy. So it makes me wonder: what will happen next?

Despite the apprehension, anxiety, outright fear – which I rarely, if ever, feel – I look at President Obama’s accomplishments with pride. I look at the growth of Sasha and Malia while in the White House and I see two brilliant young women, with a brilliant future ahead of them. I see a family – and a President who was a husband and a dad before he was ever a politician, and I know that, no matter how disagreeable the people around him were, he still treated us as a family.

I am more than a little saddened at watching him leave the White House. But I also look forward to seeing Barack H. Obama, Esquire. Don’t forget: both he and Michelle are attorneys, educated as attorneys, and likely more than qualified to have their own practice, or to pursue a living in the field of law. Let’s not forget that President William H. Taft was a Supreme Court justice as well. And I don’t think that someone like Pres. Obama is content unless he’s in a position to help others.

While there are things to mourn, there may yet be things to celebrate.

Now… let’s see what we can do.

Kat G.

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Some thoughts on this year

I don’t think I even need to do much talking about 2016 except for thank fuck it’s over and done.

On one hand, I’ve seen a lot of people arguing how it’s really not that relevant anyway and it’s not changing anything – I beg to differ. It’s all about the mindset, and while I don’t buy into the “think up your own reality” a la Rhonda Byrne and The Secret, I am very much a supporter of the thought that at least 1/2 of the possibility of success depends on the attitude a person has in approaching the goal. And hope counts for a lot!! of things.

You can’t expect humans to not be human. Hope, cycle, ritual, and motivation are all very human things. So seriously, can you just please STFU about how “it won’t make a difference because calendar and whatever”? Seriously. STFU. It may not matter to you, but to a lot more people, it does.

My friend Andrew brought up a question: What’s worse, false hope or no hope at all? The answer is thus: having no hope is infinitely worse because it drains the person to a hollow shell. False hope, however false it is, is still a motivator. No hope has the polar opposite effect.

Motivation is something we are going to need.

In 2016, we lost a lot of our favorite cultural icons. Carrie Fisher, whom we knew best as Princess Leia, and her mom, Debbie Reynolds, whom every child who has ever seen Charlotte’s Web will recognize by voice, died within a day of one another. And Prince. David Bowie. And Alan Rickman, our beloved Alan Rickman. And on and on… and it was a deeply wounding experience. Like it as not, we will always mourn our icons, because they helped us learn more about ourselves as people and about the world through their art. But they have left us, and left us with…

…well, having to face a President Donald Trump.

These words were typed with the worst contempt I can feel towards a person. This election has been a prime illustration of the child being put in charge of the nursery. The metaphor is even more apt if you consider that his Twitter tirades all show the basic manners and maturity of a toddler; if you think any part of what he’s doing is “presidential”, then I question your own maturity. Sorry and not sorry.

Unless Congress’s Hail Mary attempt today pays off, we’re looking at having this lousy excuse for a human being sworn in on January 20th, and ladies and gents, that motivation I was talking about? This is where we are going to need it. Because unless we are ready for a long and exhaustive battle, there’s no telling just what sort of damage we are going to have to undo down the line.

Already, they’re talking about repealing the ACA and in the same breath, defunding PP (more on that later). Already also, the coal miners who now have insurance thanks to ACA for their pre-existing black lung are now waking up and realizing that hey, the “Obamacare” they were brainwashed to hate is actually something they benefit from! They’re all going to be kicked off their insurance! So now they’re all gung-ho against it because it never once occurred to them that the ACA that they benefit from and Obamacare are the same damn law.

Mitch McConnell deserves a new title: chief hypocrite. After years of proudly blocking every Supreme Court nominee that Pres. Obama put up for approval, he actually turned around and said that the American people wouldn’t stand for such obstruction as the Democrats blocking the GOP nominees. I guess McConnell has no idea where hypocrisy or irony are in the dictionary, never mind being completely unaware that his picture is next to both as an example.

Yes, it’s a false hope that Trump will be ousted, even though constitutionally, there’s ample grounds for his impeachment  already. But it’s hope enough to motivate everyone to fight back against this bullshit excuse of an “administration”.

What amuses me, and by “amuse” I mean “dishearten”, is the talk about the how the Dems and the liberals need to be more “understanding”. Wrong, wrong, wrong, and wrong some more. The liberals already understand the rural white America. It’s rural white America that insists on clinging to the middle of the 20th Century when the world at large is well past ready to dive into the 21st.  We know what motivates them to feel as they do – they do not want to even stop to think about changing where they are. Their rules and laws are rigid to the point of where there are more than a few similarities with cult mentality.

The “coastal elites”, or basically, anyone who either got out of the rural white America or left the mentality of rural white America, already see and understand it. What we are seeing is an entire swathe of the country not seeing the forest through the trees. They don’t embrace any change even though that change just might give them what they really need: employment, education, independence. If it means they cling to their glory days, people are prepared to bury their heads and play the ostrich, grossly unaware – or unwilling to acknowledge – that their arses are still exposed, and in a much better position for reality to kick it.

The real problem, honestly, is education – or better yet, lack thereof, and lack of people being taught to think critically. This is what we get when we encourage children to pick on the nerdy kids at recess – and to note, not punishing them does count as encouragement. This is the direct result of people using intelligence as an insult, or as a demerit. I’ve heard, often, the question of “Why do I have to learn algebra if I’m never going to use it?” – because it teaches you to think, if you actually pay attention to the material. There’s a reason it’s taught in schools since the dawn of math education, and if one is just not able to grasp the material, or the concept behind the material, how’s it the fault of the material itself? Algebra, like critical thinking, didn’t do anything to the person who’s unable to grasp either of the two.

After a certain point, the understanding and the compassion just plain run out, and we all collectively say, “You made the bed, now go lie down in it”. That’s more or less where I am right now. That’s where a lot of us are right now in regards to politics and in regards to everyone who’s voted for this guy and is slowly waking up to the reality that they’ve gotten conned. You’ve done it – and you’ve done it to yourselves. You’ve shot yourself with the foot, and only now are realizing that you’ve packed buckshot in that instead of a measly little nine-mil. The problem is, you’re taking the rest of the people around you as you go crashing to the floor, and that right there I have a problem with. If you make a decision, etc. – that’s fine. What’s not fine is when your choices have an effect on the innocent bystanders. And unlike whatever you believe, no, you don’t get to escape the “I told you so” when your choices backfire on you after people warned you it would. Action = consequence.

Just right now, as I’m writing this post, guess who’s really paying for the Mexican wall: the US taxpayer. The rich still get a tax cut. The rest of us pay up, regardless of whether or not we can afford to. And we all knew it was going to go that way – but who listened to us?

As we’re heading into this year, I can’t say it’s going to be all rosy. We entered this year just relieved that the Grim Reaper put the scythe away for a moment. But now that the mourning reprieve is over, we have to stand up, square our shoulders, tip up our chins, and go to battle. This isn’t the time to get complacent.

Personally speaking – I am glad for the new year to be here, because it gives me the opportunity to take a deep breath, reassess, and prioritize. And there’s ample room for new adventures, which means that I can, once again, consider a trip outside the country. Mallorca is calling. Maybe Algarve – for the jazz festivals. Hell, maybe even Rio de Janeiro because why. the. hell. not.

It’s a personal thing for me; there’s a saying I’ve grown up with that I’ve shared here a few times: how you start a year is how you’ll live it. I started it with music and telling the previous year to firmly fuck itself with a double NY Salute. I’d like to think that, if not as great as some recent years have been (prior to 2015-16), I would at least have a half decent turn at this one.

At least I may grow some basil this summer. Tasty bruschetta.

K.G.

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Two more weeks…

I will admit, last year I did not think that I would have a worse year than 2015.

Dear gods, when will I ever learn? Do not tempt Murphy’s Law, it will give you everything you ask for, and add interest on top.

Yeah, I had a worse year than 2015, but in retrospect, it was still an important year. All political BS aside, it was a learning experience, and some of the biggest lessons I learned were how to take responsibility for my own part in certain things – a work in progress – and how to draw a line on what I tolerate in my life.

If anything, there’s a lot of things to be said for the art of drawing boundaries, and sometimes, there’s something like a national election that reaffirms what your boundaries are.

I’ve never hidden the fact that I’m a liberal, and nor will I hide any part of it. And this is not going to be the time where I opine on the current election results; done that already. But the fact is, this election taught me what sort of behavior I tolerate in my life and was only one in a series of reminders to get a lot firmer about what I let slide, why, and from whom.

And frankly, I’ve gotten way too lax about allowing people to get away with shit, and not just in terms of politics. I’ve allowed too many people to walk over me, and have almost ended up $1,200 in the hole at the start of summer because someone thought it’s A-OK to take advantage of someone’s generosity and then turn around to shit all over their efforts.

Look, I’m one of the nicest people out there. Really. For all the acerbic NYC bitchiness that I have, if you come to me and tell me you need help – get out of a bad situation, not sure what a contract says, have a doctor/person who doesn’t want to listen – I’ll help you. I’ll ask people who can refer me to someone in the position to help, or pull a favor if someone owes me one. However: do not ever turn around and try to accuse me of shit because of it. This is the real world; information and resources do not come from a vacuum. Either you find it yourself, or – like in a LOT of situations – you go to someone who can.

One of the main lessons out of this year, and that particular little fiasco, was this: don’t let others’ lack of regard of your skills in any way diminish your value for having those skills.

I’m not going to stop helping people if they ask. That would be completely contrary to everything I stand for. Yes, under any other circumstances, this would have made me say “screw this shit, I will not help anyone again, ever” – but that’s just not me. And considering the way that the current climate is, it’s kind of extra important to be able to provide support to people.

But I also won’t stand for ingratitude and I will certainly not stand for being used in any iteration. Already, I give too much of myself away in terms of support, resources, knowledge, time, energy, talents, etc. And last time I checked, I can’t pour from an empty cup; if you want to benefit from association with me, then please at least let me refill the cup once in a while. Rest, solitude, music, travel, real friendships with real conversations, support, exchanges of ideas, learning, etc. – that’s my recharge. And my definition of friendship is a bit different than most people’s; loyalty and communication are two things I set a huge store by.

Yes, this year was ridiculously bad. In retrospect, and keeping with the adage of how your year starts is how it flows, I should’ve realized that it was going to be bad when we lost Alan Rickman. Collectively, we artistic types – and HP fans – knew we were in for a hard year with 2016. Myself, I entered the year grieving and with a keen awareness that I would have more losses coming – precisely what happened. But I can’t say it was all a waste if there’s any sort of lesson out of it.

As far as lessons go, taking responsibility for myself, drawing boundaries and standing up for myself are certainly beneficial refresher courses.

Two more weeks of this particular stretch of the calendar… and then maybe we can breathe easier.

Stay focused, friends.

K.G.

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Time does funny things

When you spend a certain amount of time trying to not deal with something, it will present itself to you in a repackaged format so that you can learn the same lesson. And might I add? The lesson gets worse every time you try to dodge learning it.

But time also does a lot of things as far as perspective is concerned, and that’s the direction in which I want to steer this blog post.

Brace yourselves for this: this will get personal. And it is in one part for my own cathartic purposes to put this down, but in another, I am writing this to also right a fair few wrongs that I have done. Because I know how easy it is to find info, I feel that if I have to own my misdeeds, I may as well do so outright. I have no problem with admitting when I was in the wrong.

Read on, if you dare, and if you’re not comfortable finding all this stuff out, I understand.

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The Roundup…

Well, it’s been an interesting week. By “interesting” I mean I’ve been a nervous wreck and barely slept more than a couple of hours at a time.

The national outrage is growing.

There were protests all around the country today. The protest in NY was, contrary to most people’s belief, actually peaceful, and no destruction of property that I know of. I was not there, but certain people I know were. They are safe, and I’m glad for it, and here’s to hoping they made their voices heard.

There was also a surge of hate crimes around the country by people who are emboldened by the election results.

God, this goes right to my soul right now… Just like post-9/11, but worse. And what about the people I care about? I have a diverse, vibrant circle, and I fear for them all.

I’m not linking this time around just on the account that I’ve seen enough. There’s a point where someone just can’t take much more. You can Google if you want to know what I mean.

One thing for sure: the country is not happy. And contrary to whatever spin you are sold, Hillary has won the popular vote hands down. But – this country doesn’t decide the president on the popular vote.

People who are genuinely confused about why people are protesting, may want to have a look at this quote by Andy Borowitz:

EMPATHY CHECK: It seems like an appropriate time to bring up the topic, seemingly obscure these days, of empathy.

Trump supporters are having a difficult time understanding why people are protesting.

Trump has said that he would send troops door to door to remove millions of people from their homes and then from the country.

This is not an exaggeration. There is video of him saying it.

I would ask Trump supporters: if you and your family were facing such a threat, what would you do?

You might protest.

I know: EMPATHY SUCKS.

What I will say, however, is this: you cannot expect cooperation and “coming together”. Trump ran on a platform of division and marginalization, and people actually expect the very same groups that were divided, marginalized, discriminated, etc. to come together and sing kumbaya at the campfire? No, no, no. Reality doesn’t work that way. For every action, there’s a consequence, and words are never, ever, ever “just words”. There are consequences to the speech. And you don’t get to push someone away, accuse them of being “criminals” – which has  been recorded on tape – and then expect their support. This is just one such example; there’s many more.

The real world doesn’t work like that. You sow something, you reap its direct results. You run your mouth, you get to see the fallout.

I’ve gotten a lot of media-blaming for this… but honestly, let’s not blame the very vehicle that got us to this point in the first place. I don’t watch television for a reason, but even I couldn’t miss the disproportionate airtime given to the current elect. You see the media pushing someone in front of people’s faces, broadcasting every word he said, and then you want to blame the media for portraying him negatively? What you see is what you get, and shooting the messenger is ineffective.

Everyone has the right to have an opinion – but everyone else also has the right to soundly reject it. The Ninth Amendment of the US Constitution basically boils down to “Your rights end where mine begin”, and it seems that too many people forgot that.

This is a something I’d like to restate.

You know, there’s one silver lining to consider in the fiasco of this election…

You get a hell of a lot better at drawing boundaries.

Politics and crises bring out the best and the worst of people – that’s always been the case. But the one thing that it never fails to do is show what priorities people have, and show what they find acceptable in their lives. And based on that, you can make the decision on whether or not you find those things acceptable or not.

And according to that line of thought, you can get seriously good at drawing boundaries on what you tolerate.

And I now know where a lot of people in my life – whom I thought well of otherwise – stand. In some ways, I was pleasantly surprised. In other ways, not so pleasantly.

Look, you have your opinion, that’s fine. That’s your right. But your right ends at MY right to not allow your opinion into my life. If your opinion is wrong and factually proven wrong, more so. MY right to reject your opinion is exactly equal to you having it. Apart from the very basic tenet of the First Amendment, it’s also called “consequences”. People have the right to boot me from their lives too – lord knows I’ve had that happen often enough! But – you don’t get to weasel out of the consequences of your opinion, your actions, or your words. That’s just the way the real world works.

One good piece of news is that I got to know who my real friends are as of this election. Because where I stand as a woman, as a woman working professionally, a woman who travels in many diverse circles and thus exposed to many, many, many different lives and views and priorities, these next four years are very. damn. important.

And I plan on being a better friend to my people in light of this. Even if it means that some folks have to get out of my circle to make room for the people who will need me in the future.

I will admit that I lost my temper with a few people, because they couldn’t grasp the above concept. I asked someone to put themselves in the protesters’ shoes, and their response was “LOL, yeah right” (paraphrased). Really? So basic empathy isn’t even necessary? Oooo-kay.

It’s perfectly fine to remove people from your life. Trust me, it is. Because as I found, for every person you remove from your life, there’s a much better individual in the wings waiting for a chance to show themselves to you.

Politics has and will always expose the best and the worst in people. But I find that if someone’s not capable of basic empathy insofar as asking, “Why do they feel the way they do?” and asking that as a genuine question, rather than a reason to laugh at them for being “sore losers” (this has been making my BP rise the past few days, for sure), then their reactions tell me a lot more about them, than about me for finding that unacceptable.

People really lost sight of the saying, “Put yourself in someone else’s shoes”. This is a tenet old-school moms have been trying to teach their kids since time immemorial, but I guess the lessons don’t stick, huh.

In the coming months, and years, there will be people who will need me. If some folks have to be jettisoned to make room? I’m okay with that.

K.G.

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