The precursor to apocalypse is a slope, not a cliff.
Two positives, maybe:
I will say that my little sister, who is generally checked out of the real world, was radicalized in her own way enough to write off my two Trumpster brothers, at least in the immediate term. Of course, she is married to an African American man and has two mixed race kids.
She's taking advantage of offered services for possible learning issues and can appreciate that those kinds of things could be cut.
My gen-z coworker who in the past expressed detest towards the current admin for Gaza and TikTok did vote for Harris and expressed real concern at the loss.
My hope, on both counts, is that they stay with eyes open and even with this painfully depressing outcome that the pushback can start locally. The Republicans played the Dems on that count post Obama. Hopefully there's time to really learn and apply lessons from that time period. I will say, that my fear is letting age and history get me jaded. The older that I get, four more years ahead and it feels like I might as well be dead by the time this new term is up. Hopefully little wins and slivers of silver linings can soften that jadedness. My first chore is to continue to feed the fire in people like my sister and co-worker how I can, to keep them afloat in the mission even if I feel weighed down as fuck.
