I spent a very bad night. It is petty and irrational of me to focus my rage and despair on Collins. She is contemptible, but not as destructive as, say, McConnell, but there it is. I am a small person.
The Supreme Court is lost for a generation, and at eighty-four, I have no hope of seeing light from that quarter.
So we fight. We fight for women, we fight for the working class [yes, even for the benighted Trumpites,[ we fight for a higher minimum wage in those states where we have a majority, we fight for clean air and water, we fight for decent health care, we fight even though at best we shall merely be saving some portion of what we thought we had won, some measure of what old folks like me grew up taking for granted as the legacy of the pre-war New Deal.
And to soothe our souls, lift our spirits, and amuse the young, we shall "sit upon the ground and tell sad tales about the death" of Marx.
This morning, I shall contact the Ryan Watts campaign and volunteer for another day of canvassing.