Honor and Respect

It’s Veteran’s Day. A day for honoring those vets who risked their lives to protect our nation and its values.  My dad was one of the vets who served in WWII.

Much more a coward, I’ve been hiding under my grandmother’s quilt, processing the wide range of emotions from the election results and mostly trying to be still.

Being still took me back to when I first started dating, post divorce, when a good friend handed me a book, The Sociopath Next Door by Martha Stout, PhD., and told me to read it.  I did.

Holy Mackerel.

I’ve since given the book to a number of friends. I’d recommend the book to everyone right now.

At a minimum, goggle Sociopath, review a checklist of the sociopath’s traits with Trump’s rhetoric and actions during the primaries and presidential campaign.

Remind yourself to breathe as you contemplate the next four years.

I live in Trump country, and while my neighbors have been very gracious and understanding towards the relatively few Clinton fans living in the area, I listen to the conversations in the local shops and markets.

Many have taken Trump words at face value and expect their lives will be immediately improved.  One clerk is excited that the VA will be building a facility locally so he won’t have to drive an hour for his annual checkup. Not. Others are fully expecting lower taxes, improved medical care at reduced rates, Clinton imprisoned, immigrants deported, Muslims rounded up…well, you get the idea.

What happens when Trump doesn’t deliver?

Personally, I’ve decided that I will continue to volunteer locally, in hopes of making a difference in a child’s life.

And, especially in honor of the veterans who have so well served our nation, I will continue to respect the Office of the President of the United States and all that it represents.

That respect does not extend to the man who will occupy it come next January 20th.