1. It’s Thursday, November 24, 2016. It’s Thanksgiving.
2. I just wrote a 935-word blog post that I put aside. I put it aside because I wanted you to be thankful that you didn’t have to try to read a 935-word blog post on Thanksgiving Day.
So I’ll keep it short.
I’ve struggled to think about thankfulness the last 16 days. The election has shattered my sense that justice always prevails, that good always triumphs over evil, that the arc of the moral universe is long and bends toward justice.
But I know too many good people to believe that the whole world is shattering. My wife and my children. My parents – who today celebrate 65 years of marriage. My wife’s parents. The rest of my family and all my friends. My former colleagues in journalism, under siege in this world gone bonkers. The people on the front lines of helping those in need.
Together, we’re going to make a big honking stink about stuff we’re not crazy about. We’re going to fight for what we believe – and that can never be wrong.
Yes, this is going to be a rough few years. But I’m thankful to be on this team – the side of the angels. I like our chances.