I’m so fucking mad.

Aren’t you?

I’m so fucking mad that we have an incompetent, negligent, destructive presidential administration set to kill hundreds of thousands of people.

I’m so fucking mad that politicians of both parties at all levels of government continue to lead the public further into disaster, because they think it’s cute or won’t think at all.

I’m so fucking mad that the Democratic party won’t actually be an opposition party, that they won’t fight for people’s needs and rights, that they are holding primaries that are killing people and hurting democracy, and that they either can’t figure out how to win or just don’t want to.

I’m so fucking mad that we have a media that continues to regurgitate the president’s lies, manufactures “balance,” and entertains white nationalists and conspiracy theorists, but treats justice and dignity as impossible.

I’m so fucking mad that all of them are going to look out for corporations, banks, and their own economic interest more than they’re going to look out for human beings.

I’m so fucking mad that we live in a country that has made so many choices to put us where we are now. A country that has chosen to make profit from sickness; a country that has chosen fractured, incompetent government; a country that has chosen individualism over empathy or solidarity.

I’m so fucking mad that there never feels like justice, that there never feels like accountability, that the same people who committed war crimes, who caused the financial crisis, who blocked what people needed or gutted what we got, are still around, still powerful, and still getting what they want.

And the only thing that makes my mad feel meaningful is the sense that there are enough people out there this time.

Enough people so mad, so unshakably, righteously mad, that there’s too many of us and too much good fury to stop or outlast, and that we’re going to stay mad until we fucking change all of it.