I just don’t know anymore. I rarely engage in the kind of drivel I discussed in this piece, simply because it is so pointless. And I’m in Alaska. National elections have already been decided and announced before our ballots are counted, so that kind of dampens one’s enthusiasm for the election process.

I just figure I’ll keep singing this song for as long as it takes.

And for the record, this POTUS election has cured me of placing all blame on the right-wingers. The emergence of Trump has awakened some serious ugly behaviors from my own camp, as well. And I get that. I do. The man is a friggin’ cartoon.

But here’s the thing: no one has all of the answers. There are some issues I feel are pretty cut and dry. Most of those center around equal rights, women’s issues, and the like. Those aren’t the kinds of decisions that should involve a bunch of compromises and concessions.

But something like gun control is only going to change through communication and discussion and each side trying to understand from where the other side is coming. Because the all or nothing approach is simply never going to be agreed upon. At least I don’t think it will.

Again, I live in a state where the overwhelming majority of residents rely upon some type of subsistence. Guns are a necessity. Personally, I detest them. With vigor. But I know people with no other options than to shoot a moose, or a caribou each year or there won’t be food.

If we fixed the underlying problem (someone just described it to me in one word: HUBRIS. I thought that was perfect), a lot of these horrific outcomes would cease, or at least, dwindle.

But that is a whole other can of worms, and it requires people to change, and it’s hard, and we like things to be quick and easy and immediate.

We don’t give our kids any kind of foundation, or larger sense of belonging or community. We don’t because we can’t. Because it’s not freaking there anymore. and they grow up and feel displaced and alone and unprepared for this world that isn’t at all what they were led to believe it to be.

I’m not surprised that some react violently. :(

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.