Gaps, patches and in-betweens

The TV is showing the latest press conference of the president. It is Sunday. I sit in the living room and think that I am having a deja vu.  Years ago I was small with the then-president hogging all the airtime on an otherwise lazy Sunday morning. I didn’t understand then. I was too small and too busy going about my 4/5-year-old business.  Today I feel my heart growing heavier with each curse thrown at everyone who dares criticize the process to achieve his end. No one has ever done anything, not any one of his critics. It is so negative, heavy and wrong and it is shaking me to the core.  So much so that I am ready to snap at anyone, even those who can never be a party to my inner turmoil. This is what we have had for six years. Soon we will be cursing and stabbing each other. We will put on our sense-of-entitlement-to-what-we-think-is-morally-right hats and be vigilantes regardless of how hurtful, or the lives it would take to be right and just. Because t...