As I write this, the United States is slogging through a dark and damning season of political tawdriness roiling with dangerous racism, violent sexism, and the ugliest truths about our fellow Americans exposed, and I am very high.
This is a good time to live in a state with readily available legal cannabis, and if I’ve been inspired to imbibe more than usual, it’s only because I’ve more often needed weed’s fast-track connection to the things that make life worth living (food, sex, laughter, dogs, art, harmony with fellow humans). Because we have seen some terrifying shit, and it’s been coming at us at a rate that defies processing.
In any previous election, any one of Trump’s 1,001 horrifying proclamations—inner-city African Americans have “no education,” some women are too unattractive to sexually assault, every Muslim in the US is possibly ISIS-affiliated—would’ve fueled weeks of media hubbub and a level of uproar commensurate with the moral affront. But the three examples just cited all came in one week, two of them in the same hour, and it’s cumulatively pummeling.
