Pesky Weed

Thistles have long been thought of by farmers as pesky weeds. So I suppose that in many ways, I must seem like a thistle to those who voted for Trump on November 5. I don't believe we need a new Department of Government Efficiency, which sounds a whole lot to me like Dickens' famed Office of Circumlocution. I don't believe we need to fire all the generals at the head of our military who happen to have notions contrary to those of--well, let's be nice!--the Duck. I don't believe it will necessarily reduce my taxes or increase my personal sense of well-being by deporting "millions of people." I don't believe RFK, Jr. is going to save us from the next pandemic by firing hundreds of federal health employees. 

But I will tell you what I do believe. First and foremost, I believe it's important to be honest. I'm tired of Trump's lies and the lies of his co-conspirators. I believe in the value of personal integrity. Someone who cannot control his own worst impulses or his tongue does not deserve to be president of the United States. And, among other things, I believe in humility, the truth that none of us--no, not even the Duck--is perfect.

Just some thoughts from a thistle.

Musketeers

Sic Semper Tyrannis!

All may appear calm in Williamsburg on the outside, but on the inside, believe me, this town where the American Revolution was born is nothing less than a seething cauldron of anger and resentment over the results of this past presidential election. Everywhere, people are discussing it, even on their seemingly leisurely walks through town.

Yes, there is shock and grief. But, unless I am greatly mistaken, there also is a rising tide of anger that will soon enough be turned against Trump and his administration. A movement of resistance is gathering. I can hear the sounds. SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS, indeed!

Campaign Sign

Our homeowners association guidelines called for all campaign signs to be taken down by Friday. And from what I could tell from my walk yesterday, all did come down except one.