The last four years have been a whirlwind of epic proportions. It might be more accurate to call the whole thing a whirl-hurricane. (Feel free to use that term, just send me some bitcoin every time you do. 😉 I was sent home from my job–the first one earning above the poverty line since leaving the Navy in 2003 and coming home to Colorado–and ultimately fired, on Trump’s Inauguration Day in 2017.
This was by no means my first clue as to how terrible the Trump years were going to be. I do have a (pre-law) degree in Political Science, and my years serving as an intelligence analyst for the US Navy imparted me with a strong interest in geo-political matters. I had already been following Trump’s ascendency within the GOP with a sense of distraught fear. Being fired on the day that he seized power was merely the final nail in the coffin.
I don’t have to remind anyone of what has happened since then. The truths of the Trump failure(s) will scar this nation for years to come. With that said, the Trump era is coming to a close, and with it comes the death of this never-ending chaos. A Sailor knows that any port will do in a storm, but that peace won’t be upon thee until the storm has passed.
Today, the skies are clearing. I can see rays of sunlight bursting through from between the rapidly parting clouds above. An array of hope washes over my world like an expanding rainbow, come to cleanse me like the Democrats did to the GOP last week.
With the return of stability comes the return of past responsibilities. There are bills to pay, new projects to start, and old projects to complete. I had been working on a documentary about the disappearance of my grandfather, a WWII veteran, in the mid 1980s. My commercial drone pilot license (Part 107) has lapsed, and requires renewal.
There is much to do, and four fewer years to do it in now. But here we are. And onward we sail!
“Stand by to stand by!” –Mad Squid
