Though my account was opened in 2009, I never used it. I didn’t really “get” Twitter, and what the big deal was about. I was a Facebook person. I was content posting cute animal videos and such, keeping up with family, and occasionally posting something about myself. I had many former clients as “friends”, so I had to be careful what I posted. My page was mostly sterile, with hints of my signature snark and sarcasm here and there.
That all changed in 2016, with the election of Trump. The sense of peace and safety I felt was ripped from me, and I was left with a chilling fear and longing for a different election result. I was horrified. How could this have happened? Imagine my surprise when I learned that most of my Facebook friends and family voted for Trump, leaving me as the only Democrat, and seemingly sane, one of the bunch.
My need to resist was awakened when the Trump Administration immediately began rolling back environmental and animal welfare protections for the sake of corporate greed. Years of progress in this area under the Obama Administration were being undone. Superseding all of that, was the fact that our own President was elected via Russian interference into our election and was, himself, likely a Russian asset.
Something in me came roaring to life in 2016, though my endless frustration mounted as I had no outlet; no one to share my thoughts, fears, and beliefs with. I didn’t know where to turn, until I eventually found my way back to Twitter about six months ago, circa the Kavanaugh hearings.
So why do I resist? I resist because we must protect our precious Earth, and the millions of species that inhabit it. I resist because our nation faces a crisis, wherein our own President is an asset of our most treacherous foreign adversary. The fabric of our very Constitution is tearing apart at the seams, and we must resist to heal the fabric of our nation, and of our Earth, if we are to survive.