Hope.

I've spent the day swaying back-and-forth between optimism and depression.  Facebook is good for that sort of emotional see-sawing. 

Pictures from MoveOn's Community Cookouts have flooded my feed.  How great to see resistors from all over the U.S. gathered, energized to fight.

But these positive notes are interspersed with articles about how the Supreme Court will allow part of the Muslim Ban to take effect.  Despite the fact that it is unconstitutional.  Or that it is harmful to people.  Or, god help me, bad for business.  And Justice Kennedy is considering retiring, which means that Trump will get to place a second wacko on the Supreme Court who will serve for life.

Sometimes it's just too much.

I pulled up my Amazon prime account and put on the film, Captain Fantastic.  If you haven't seen it, stop what you are doing and watch it now.  No kidding.  It's smart, funny, and sad.  I was crying and laughing at the same time.  It helped.  A little, anyway.  And as they say in the film:

"Power to the people.  Stick it to the man."

“If you assume that there is no hope, you guarantee that there will be no hope. If you assume that there is an instinct for freedom, that there are opportunities to change things, then there is a possibility that you can contribute to making a better world.”
Noam Chomskey