By: JANA GREENE
This morning, before the sun even rises, I am proper grieving for my daughters and granddaughter.
The election is over. The political ads will stop. Obnoxious snake oil salesmen will cease screaming at us through our television screens.. The mass mailings, like so much kindling for fire, will cease to stuff our mailboxes.
And we should be glad for that, at least. But we aren’t afforded that pleasure. There is no pleasure to be had at the feet of bullies and liars.
Old white men triumph, which should surprise none of us. We should be able to take a breath now, but instead we are gasping for air.
Tyranny has won. Hatred has its day.
I seem to remember reading in the very same ancient texts he used to pander to the people that evil will ultimately prosper on this plane of existence.
And so it is, as according to prophets and sages.
And Jesus wept.
Words by Jana Greene 