A Failure of Imagination

I feel like I'm going to explode. Thinking of solutions usually helps me. The problem that's currently causing my heart to race is the people who aren't alarmed by Donald Trump. I was just chatting with a friend who told me that Trump's ideas would never happen, that he'd never be able to get those laws to pass.

Halfway through the conversation it dawned on me that my friend didn't understand how a bill becomes a law. I'm beginning to suspect that he doesn't know the difference between the House and the Senate, what a filibuster is and that he lacks even a cursory understanding of Presidential Executive Orders, and my friend is a really good guy. But he's asleep because he can't imagine that anything truly terrifying will actually happen.

Not long before the election I went to the movies to see  The Girl on the Train and fell hard for Edgar Ramirez. After the election I was moping so I sought comfort in my new crush. While in that state of loneliness and self-pity I was making my way through Ramirez's old movies when I heard something really insightful in the trailer for a film called Vantage Point. One of the characters says that, "the beauty of American arrogance is that they cannot imagine a world where they're not a step ahead."

I know these weren't the words of God, but they still struck me as incredibly insightful. Maybe we can't imagine because we don't fully understand the steps required to make the unimaginable a reality. Maybe the basic structure of our society has held for so long that we don't feel compelled to understand it and can't imagine a scenario in which we'd have to defend it.

The bottom line is that I need solutions to keep myself from hiding on the floor of my closet with a bag of tortilla chips and a slew of DVDs featuring the lovely Edgar Ramirez (those eyes...wow! Anyone suffering from the same obsession should check out a movie he made called Carlos, that got me through some cold nights). Anyway, where was I...

Long term solution #1: We need a stronger education system.

No one has to agree with me, but my friend was trying to base his optimism on something he'd heard from a guy at the gym. A fucking guy at the gym. Optimism that completely ignores data should only be relied upon in moments like this.

Thankfully, things aren't that that bleak, yet.

I will now pull myself out of this stupor, say good-bye to my newfound lover (Adios, sweet Edgar) and I'll get to work. I want to begin thinking of ways to improve education across the county (smaller classes sizes, more cash for teachers, innovate solutions that don't require decades of evidence before implementation). Education is critical to ensure that future generations of Americans don't end up knowing more about the Khloe Kardashians of their time than they do about the voting records of their senators.

Am I excited? No. But I'm getting ready. This is the best way to describe my current mood. I may only have 15 minutes to reach a minimum safe distance, but I'm going to use that time to prepare and to fight like hell. I would urge you to do the same.