John Glenn is dead, and Donald Trump is president-elect. I cannot think of a better metaphor for the state of the union.
Driving home from a friend's house in the southern portion of Alexandria, where we watched the election returns together, I drove past Mount Vernon. Those who see that as affirmation rather than irony can stop reading right now.
A Facebook friend, whom I also thought of as a true friend, posted before the election: "I AM VOTING FOR TRUMP FOR THE SAKE OF MY GRANDCHILDREN!" I unfriended her on the spot, because I thought of my parents, who fought a war to ensure that their grandchildren would never be ruled by someone like Trump. Meanwhile, one month after his election, Trump has given us a Secretary of Education who believes public education is evil, an EPA administrator best known for his lawsuits against the EPA, a Secretary of Energy who once ran for the presidency on a promise to abolish the Department of Energy, a Secretary of Labor who wants to bust the unions, an Attorney General who was rejected for a federal judgeship because of his racism, and a Secretary of State who has received awards from a grateful Vladimir Putin. This, apparently, is exactly what my ex-FB friend wanted. I'm sure her grandchildren will bless her name.
Where do I go from here? Well, I obviously can't sit back and expect the federal government to protect my interests. I have sent money to the ACLU, Planned Parenthood, the Natural Resources Defense Council and Human Rights Watch; those are baby steps in what I perceive is the right direction. It will be an interesting 2017. What are your plans?