Speaking Out

This fucking sucks.

I posted after Boston [In Defense of Frivolity].
I posted after Paris [Appointment Today].
I did not post after – insert way too many place names – .

Why not?

Value-Added Theory
Doesn’t matter what side of the political aisle you are on. Doesn’t matter what you think the response should be. Doesn’t matter the specifics of the given situation. I think we can all agree, this fucking sucks.

So what? I’m outraged. Good for me. Has anyone’s life been improved by this? No. Has the situation moved forward in the slightest? No. Therefore, I choose to shut up and stay out of everyone’s way.

When I was mid-meltdown over the latest blow to our common humanity, my husband sent me a link to A Gentle Reminder by John Cole

We know for a fact that irresponsible people will try to take advantage of this situation, because chaos is where evil finds natural camouflage, so don’t let them.

It helped. I thought about posting on my personal Facebook page, something I rarely do (Really, a daily blog is enough of me on the Internet.) I thought the sentiments might help others. Then I thought about the people who do not have the option to remove themselves from the situation. They cannot,

Unplug and go garden or play with the pets or take your kids to the park.

There are no words of comfort or sympathy that will not cause pain somewhere.

First, do no harm.

Cupcake Theory
When you bite into a cupcake, you expect it to taste like a cupcake. You do not want it to taste like Hollandaise sauce. Some bloggers can cover a range of subjects. Whatever bounces from churros to politics to cat pictures to writing advice. The rest of us are better served doing the best we can within our chosen niche.

You come here for horses and entertainment and shared schaudenfreude and celebration and other reasons that are your own. You do not come here for my strongly-held, but ill-informed bleatings on current events or social justice or the state of feminism or the necessity of arts education in schools. Horses, I know about. The rest, not so much.

So, this is me, writing about horses, being a cupcake. Please know that underneath, I am all too aware …

This fucking sucks.

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott