Your house is on fire. You rush around, grab the kids, grab the coats, maybe a photo album, & you run. You run you run you run. You reach a safe spot, count the kids, see burns on your arm, see you dropped the coats, but you're so relieved. You breathe. And turn around.
Part of your house still stands; parts are actively ablaze. Now that you can stop running, now that you're out of the smoke, you can see clearly what you've lost & are still in danger of losing. You don't know if the kids' lungs scarred from the smoke, or your own.
People talking about "Dem Twitter" being sad are idiots.

We ran for our lives, desperate to save what we could. We reached safety & turned around. The house is in ruins, the arsonist at large. I'm not sad about the win. I'm grief-stricken over America. https://twitter.com/mattyglesias/status/1324099216512290820
And I am SO TIRED of having to assert my own humanity & that of every person who isn't a white Republican voter. Every two yrs: Do I get to have my own body yet? Maybe now? How about Black & brown folks - will you stop killing them? Maybe now? Apparently not yet. Yeah, I'm "sad."
Why is "Dem Twitter" so sad? https://twitter.com/washingtonpost/status/1324119732723851266
Why are Dems moping? https://twitter.com/charlesornstein/status/1324504468797476865
Joy is rebellion. If you can find it, if you can feel it - lean in. Hold it. Share it. Revel in it. Dance with it, sing it loud.

But do not come out here trying to shame people for responding to the beginning of the end of the horrors of the last four years with howling grief.
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