I don’t know that I’m ready to write much else since the thing I posted other day, but maybe I’m never really ready to write anything at all. And writing is what I do, for better or for worse; it’s how I engage with and interact with and challenge the world. My writing is a toddler’s hands: they reach out clumsily, grabbing stuff and shoving it in my drooling mouth.
So, here I am, and here I write.
Sensibly, or not. Cohesively, or not.
I don’t know what to do and I don’t know what to tell you to do. I’m only guessing at it. It’s purely me fumbling in the fog, through the dark. As always this place is for me more than it is for you. I can only tell you what I would tell myself in this moment.
I think first and foremost, you have to be okay with not knowing what to do. This cannot last, of course. Eventually we have to do something, we have to move forward, we have to take steps somewhere, in some direction. But it’s okay to just be all up in your what-the-fucks right now. We’re just days past the revelation of a huge reversion of our expectations and understandings of the world and people around us and it hasn’t even really happened yet. So it’s fine if you’re flailing. Or just staring into the void. The void welcomes your gaze, and the void understands.
I think it’s okay to not be okay. That’s true every day, for any reason, but doubly triply multiplicatively true now. You can just be Not Okay. Sure, sure, hashtag resist and all that, but also resist anyone telling you how you have to feel or cope or what you must do or how there are all these easy angry answers if you just look for them. I think it’s okay to sit quietly in the darkness and regard the darkness for what it is without someone telling you to turn on the light already. I used the metaphor a long time ago that there is a toilet on fire in the middle of the room, and sometimes it feels like no one else sees it. I think it’s okay right now to look away from it, to not want to sit and look at the fucking thing. And it’s also okay to see it directly, to stare right at it. It’s fine to point at it and say, “Hey, there’s a toilet on fire in the middle of the room.” And maybe we need to find others who see it, who say:
“Yeah, I see it too.”
Which means it’s important to reach out. Don’t be alone if you don’t want to be alone. (Alternatively: be alone if it’s what helps you and how you process. It’s not healthy for everyone all the time but sometimes, like I said, you just wanna sit quietly in the dark.) Community doesn’t always mean some big, broad-reaching coalition. Family doesn’t have to mean the people with whom you share blood. It’s good to extend a hand out of the darkness and see who else is there. And accept a searching hand in return. We’re going to need one another and that doesn’t mean needing everyone or being there for everyone, either. It just means reaching out to someone.
You gotta take care of yourself. Drink water, eat real food, try to exercise if you can. Brush your teeth. Floss. Shower. Seek nature. Seek people you trust and love. Be near art, make art, consider art.
It’s also fine to like, eat some fuckin’ ice cream, I dunno. There was an injury, a grievous one, and it’s okay to take a moment to not be perfect, as long as it doesn’t knock you off of a better, more essential path. I’m not saying like, “Hey, maybe cocaine?” — but I think you’re allowed a “sit on the couch and watch movies and eat a whole goddamn brick of Halloween candy” period, yeah? Day or two after a funeral no one’s like, “Hey maybe cool it on the lasagna.” Just eat the fucking lasagna. You’re in mourning. It’s mourning lasagna. You can be better next week. It’s fine. It has to be fine.
You can stay away from the news, if you want. The world will happen without your eyes on it. If your tooth is broken, no need to stick a screwdriver in it right now just to jiggle it around.
You can scream if you want to. I mean it. Yell. Howl. Primal shit.
Get an MMA dummy. Punch the fuck out of it.
Write a whole page of ALL CAPS ANGER. Or small caps love and hope.
Play Dragon Age: Dawnguard. It’s good.
Go learn a thing. A weird fact. Strange history. Learn about what lies at the bottom of the ocean. Learn how to make a better Molotov cocktail.
Find birds, listen to birds, do whatever they tell you to do.
This can be a period of radical, intense self-care. That can mean whatever it can mean. It can mean administrative shit like getting your vaccines up to date, renewing your passports, getting any healthcare done that needs imminent doing. A small act, “Oh, I need to renew my car’s registration,” can feel fulfilling. No, this does not change the world, but it feels good, it gives you motivation to do more, to steady and strengthen yourself for whatever is to come next — little bricks making up the house that is you.
(And hey, nobody hates a dopamine hit.)
Plan a trip. Take a drive. Pet a dog. I dunno.
Be angry or be numb or be sad. Be horrified, be optimistic, be pessimistic, be the light, be the void. As long as you’re still here, being.
Get off social media if it makes sense to do so. It’ll be here later.
If you’re still on it, maybe block wantonly. Don’t wade into it with silly, shitty people. They’re vampires looking to drain away your life, leaving you enervated and raw, doing little for you but wasting your time.
I also think this is a good time to resist easy answers about *gesticulates broadly.* We will be looking in the coming days for simple correctives, as if the bullet that killed our hope came from one gun instead of from a firing squad holding AK-47s. As if all we have to do is find the one magic thing to fix. But nothing works like that. Especially something this big, this deranged. The fallacy of the single cause is real, and for things like this, there’s never one reason, one answer. It’s ten things. It’s a hundred. I have long been fascinated with the discord and complexity found in cascading failures, and there’s no reason to believe that the sheer intricacy of human society is not subject to the will of such unpredictable waves of chaos and failure.
(That said, were I pressed to point out some of the big issues, I’d say it sure doesn’t help having a profit-poisoned media environment, a propaganda-poisoned social media environment, and billionaires running rampant without any checks on what they can say or do or buy. That’s a good place to start, and even there, perhaps you’ll find a few hesitant steps forward: you can remove from your life those mainstream media outlets who sanewashed Trump but who will now be championing the resistance against him. Give money to Propublica. Subscribe to the Philadelphia Inquirer or Rolling Stone or Teen Vogue. I do not endorse it yet because I’m only just poking around it, but Adam Conover seems to recommend Ground News, which would appear to provide glimpses of news narratives from varying partisan angles. Though it may also be a sponsor of his show, Factually, and in that sense may be a biased recommendation on his part. I don’t know!)
(Also, I can assure you the reason for the loss was not trans people or “the woke mind virus” or “women aren’t nice enough to men.” Do not throw vulnerable people under the tires of democracy just because you think they’re in your way. That’s how the other side talks and thinks, okay?)
I don’t really know. And it’s important to recognize, you don’t know either. We don’t know what’s to come or how bad it’ll get it. It may be worse than we expect or a little better, and it’ll almost certainly be stupider than we think, because fascism is surprisingly oafish, which makes it feel all the worse that it succeeds when it does, because of how fucking ridiculous it is. We don’t know why this all happened or what. We can only know that we are here in this moment and we are together in some capacity, and we will have to form or reinforce coalitions and communities with as much grace as we can muster, but right now, it’s okay to just sit in the darkness and regard the void and think about trees and Thanksgiving and somewhere you’d like to visit and an errand you need to run and a video game you’d like to replay. Just be good to yourself and then, by proxy, to those around you. The work will come. The work will get done. For now, breathe and think of birds.
* and perhaps weird pumpkins
Julie Means Kane says:
Yeah. What you said….
November 8, 2024 — 10:58 AM
Veronika says:
i look forward to your posts, read them always. Can’t tell you how much they help. In these dark times. Thank you.
November 8, 2024 — 10:59 AM
Giles Smith says:
Thank you chuck. Sending love from Europe
November 8, 2024 — 11:04 AM
Debi Gliori says:
Yes. Especially the bit about trees. The trees don’t know about any of this gubbins
( old Glasgow word denoting generalised fuckery) and along with birds and most of the biome, are Big Medicine in the self care pharmacy. Oh FUCK, Chuck. Sending love from over here in Scotland x
November 8, 2024 — 11:06 AM
sasha says:
Thanks, Chuck.
November 8, 2024 — 11:06 AM
Pepsilora says:
For the second time this week I find myself is a position of gratitude because of your email blast.
I am numb. I am dumbfounded. I am going to play Planet Coaster 2.
November 8, 2024 — 11:07 AM
bc says:
Diving into The Staircase in the Woods and other horror novels is perfect right now. Thank you for these wonderful characters and their strange journey. They also make me want to rewatch the Cube movies while eating apples 😉
November 8, 2024 — 11:13 AM
Bill Engleson says:
I offer a poem I wrote…
A Putsch to The Gut; Trump 2024
America has double dared,
a curious result has flared
above her skies: Who will be spared
from this angry shift to darkness?
Democracy seems to have spent
her common sense in steep descent,
a toxic flaw in the ointment,
the salve of reason spread too thin.
What to expect, his promised course,
Deportations, likely with force,
and a speck of voter’s remorse,
spoken softly in the shadows.
Oh, I suppose we will adjust,
though Kamala Hopes have been crushed,
women’s health rights consigned to dust,
nuclear finger back in play.
November 8, 2024 — 11:15 AM
TCinLA says:
Come toi
November 8, 2024 — 11:27 AM
Crys says:
Thank you
November 8, 2024 — 11:30 AM
TCinLA says:
If you’re tired of the FleeceBlock bullshit and the rest of so-shallow meeeee-dee-yah, come over to Substack. There’s a lot of us there dealing with the crap. Go read Heather Cox Richardson’s “Letter From An American” or Robert Hubble’s “Today’s Edition”. Lucian K. Truscott IV’s newsletter is good. Gordon Kuo’s “Status Kuo” and “The Big Picture.” You can even go wild and crazy and read Tom Cleaver’s “That’s Another Fine Mess” (we writers have to plug ourselves shamelessly somehow; those rats won’t fuck themselves)
November 8, 2024 — 11:33 AM
tony says:
Well said! Thanks for the unneeded permissions.
November 8, 2024 — 11:36 AM
hjbrandt2 says:
Thank you.
November 8, 2024 — 11:36 AM
ChelseaIRL says:
As always, thank you for sharing your thoughts. It helps me unpack my thoughts.
November 8, 2024 — 11:40 AM
insightful806df6e444 says:
Everyone, especially people who live in the seven swing states, should demand a hand. Recount. Use this tag: #SwingStateHandRecount.
It makes no sense that those states would elect Democratic senators and vote for him for president.
November 8, 2024 — 11:50 AM
Michelle says:
I’m in Wisconsin and you’re so right. Our Harris signs were out in force in red counties. I know signs don’t vote, but fishy as hell. Especially considering how close it all was.
November 8, 2024 — 12:23 PM
Rachel says:
I agree. I’m not a political person. At all. Yet, I went to a Harris rally in Georgia, absolutely packed with excited people. I donated money, which I never do. My mom went and actually voted in person for a democrat, which she has never done before. All of our friends and family were all in for Harris. Yard signs. T-shirts. Groups of older women waving Harris signs across the street from the voting place and cars honking their horns and waving their hands in support. I was surprised by how much open support Harris had in a red state.
We knew it would be close in Georgia, and that she might lose. When the results came in, it just didn’t add up to me. Maybe I’m in denial. Even now, I can’t help feeling suspicious. Would Trump steal an election? I mean, it is Trump.
I wish they had asked for a recount. Now, I’m going to go stare into the void.
November 8, 2024 — 7:57 PM
Linda says:
You’ve done it again. Expressed what I’m feeling. This is like going through labor…breathing deeply between the waves of pain and tears, not sure what the outcome will be, but hoping for joy in the morning.
November 8, 2024 — 11:53 AM
Sage says:
I appreciate you
November 8, 2024 — 12:06 PM
Laura says:
I need that punch dummy. Maybe when I’m done, I’ll dress him up and make him my ride or die road dummy. So I can use the HOV lane.
November 8, 2024 — 12:07 PM
M. Oniker says:
A few days ago I was without words, and I thanked you for your “doom” post because you wrote the words I could not. I felt better reading your post and the huge number of comments that piled up afterwards. “We are not alone…”
Today I managed to write a few words on my own blog, which turned out to be a kind of PSA saying, surprise, what you said here (and again, you said it so much better, damn it), and that is: It is ok to still feel badly. Process. And we all process in our own way, and that’s ok, too.
As part of that I gave some links to things that have helped me start to process some of this wtf-just-happened existential crisis shit. I’m going to share ONE of those things here in your comments for a couple of reasons: 1) It is about crisis and artists, and I believe you have a large number of creatives reading your blog, way more than I do on mine, and 2) I thought it was a very good piece and I’m happy to spread the word (I have zero to do with the website other than I read it whenever I can).
The site is The Marginalia, the post is by Maria Popova, and is called “A Lighthouse for Dark Times” https://www.themarginalian.org/2024/11/06/transition/?mc_cid=1b5b3b6b0a&mc_eid=04616e97e4
It is a philosophical discussion, with great quotes from a myriad of authors (and no, not just random quotes, but put in a cogent discussion), and the art work is always worth a look. A snippet from the first paragraph, to give a “taste” is: … The world would not exist without these discomposing transitions, during which everything seems to be falling apart and entropy seems to have the last word. And yet here it is, solid beneath our living feet — feet that carry value systems, systems of sanity, just as vulnerable to the upheavals of phase transition yet just as resilient, saved too by the irrepressible creative force that makes order, makes beauty, makes a new and stronger structure of possibility out of the chaos of such times…
I hope others find some resonance in this piece. :group hug while we go through this trauma together:
November 8, 2024 — 12:08 PM
Michelle says:
Thank you.
When Trump won the Republican primaries, I lost it and punched a hole in my living room wall. And then had to pay $50 in supplies and learn how to patch a wall hole. How could an insurrectionist, sexual assaulter and FELON get so far? Why couldn’t we stop him?
Worse, I kept thinking of one of my childhood bullies. A potato of a kid who told me in the second grade I should be dead. I saw him at the mall after graduation and he flipped me the bird. No one stopped him either, he’s likely out there still abusing, likely beating a wife and children. Were I to stop him, I’d be the criminal, that’s the system we live in.
When Trump won the election… I went outside to rake leaves. I knew he’d win around the time Biden withdrew. It would mean running a short, frenzied election against a man who never ever stopped campaigning. Then the sanewashing came because both sides of the media have their profits inextricably linked to his baboonery. I guess I felt if I couldn’t control evil, I could at least get these stupid leaves off my stupid lawn. I did it in a numb way while my neighbor wandered around his driveway bleakly staring at his phone. Or maybe I projected that and he’s fine, I don’t know.
To make all this more surreal, I started a night job in a retirement community. In part because I don’t know about the future of writing in the oncoming fascist hellhole. I walk into rooms to ensure the safety and health of a population that has Fox News on a lot of the time. I try to remind myself they’re the victims, not the perpetrators, that these systems have the confused elderly built into their business models. They don’t know what they watch. Last night the propaganda machine was pumping hard, literally shaming anyone who needed mental health resources this week. I had to be nice to someone who gave me a “no one wants to work anymore” rant, says the well-off retired woman to the journalist who needed a night job. I’m already looking for a way out of the job, but trying to hang on through the holidays. It’s paradoxically the worst place for me right now, but without it I’d be doomscrolling in the dark.
November 8, 2024 — 12:16 PM
bennydonalds3 says:
The future of writing is going to be bleak no matter who is in the White House, because the problems are inherent in the industry. Internet distribution has cut the average income of professional writers in half, and A.I. has the potential to drive up supply so far above demand that it could well be cut in half again. If I had known years ago this would be the direction the industry would take, I would have stuck to playing D&D with my friends instead of writing. But I do sympathize with your overall post. I can’t quite bear to watch the news. I can’t even watch The Daily Show and the Late Show make fun of the news.
November 9, 2024 — 6:59 AM
Michelle says:
You’re not wrong and I have seen these industry struggles. The problem is they’re about to get so much worse. Complete disinformation is about to become public policy again, and now they have the AI tools to pump it out to unprecedented levels. Journalists become targets under autocratic rule. We may be looking at an era where it’s produce AI swill for the Orange Overlord or you will be removed. Worst case, but now easily within the realm of possibility.
As for now, I’m just trying to figure out tactful ways to get the residents to stop talking to me for extended periods.
November 10, 2024 — 4:40 PM
bennydonalds3 says:
This is why the Internet for me is just a source of entertainment, not any kind of important information.
November 13, 2024 — 7:08 AM
Kathleen S Allen says:
I’m focused on editing my next book so I mostly stayed off social media yesterday. Also my cat doesn’t care about the news she only wants food and attention. It was my birthday yesterday but I didn’t really celebrate. I did get some lovely gifts from friends and family though. And I’ve been listening to Ben Barnes new release BELOVED on repeat. I am doing a Twilight marathon and watching Murdoch Mysteries and today there’s a new episode of Great British Baking show so there’s that. Trying not to fall into the void but it’s hard not to focus on the “what ifs.”
November 8, 2024 — 12:19 PM
bennydonalds3 says:
I adore Murdoch Mysteries; unfortunately my favorite ME ran off to England, leaving me a little jealous of her partner, but the ME from crime family was also pretty interesting. I think I’ve watched the entire series three times. I tend to judge mystery shows by whether I’d want to hang out with the characters in a cafe just chatting, which is why Murdoch Mysteries and Death in Paradise are my favorites; I’d love to live in that little shack and spend my evenings at Catherine’s bar.
November 9, 2024 — 6:54 AM
John says:
Well there are several options as to “what to do”:
One is active, non-violent, non-cooperation.
Protest! How did the proponents get Roe v. Wade to begin with?
“The thing as I see it is to get a definite, simple plan quickly, and win by execution and careful detailed study of the tactical operation of lesser units. Execution if the thing, that and leadership.”
“A good plan, violently executed now, is better than a perfect plan next week.”
George S Patton
Chuck, your writing is a veritable PORT IN THE STORM. Keep it up!
November 8, 2024 — 12:37 PM
Maryann lockard says:
Again, thank you.
November 8, 2024 — 12:38 PM
Greg C says:
Someone posted this on the Harris for PA Facebook group page. Not sure who the actual author/speaker is, but I found some solace in it…
I received this from a friend:
You are awakening to the
same country you fell asleep to.
The very same country.
Pull yourself together.
And,
when you see me,
do not ask me
“What do we do now?
How do we get through the next four years?”
Some of my Ancestors dealt with
at least 400 years of this
under worse conditions.
Continue to do the good work.
Continue to build bridges not walls.
Continue to lead with compassion.
Continue the demanding work
of liberation for all.
Continue to dismantle broken systems,
large and small.
Continue to set the best example
for the children.
Continue to be a vessel of nourishing joy.
Continue right where you are.
Right where you live into your days.
Do so in the name of
The Creator who expects
nothing less from each of us.
And if you are not “continuing”
ALL of the above,
in community, partnership, collaboration?
What is it you have been doing?
What is it you are waiting for?
November 8, 2024 — 12:41 PM
Jan says:
In meditation, I feel like a wounded child that has had an unearned spanking. A wounded self that needs a loving hug. What can help a child to understand and cope? A story, an invitation to color a picture, sing a song or bang a drum? Run, run, run up and down the town? To sit under a tree and watch the birds?
It’s said that birds sing in the morning and the evening to heal the world with song.
Chuck, our word singing friend, please tell us a story. We will meet you under the tree.
November 8, 2024 — 12:59 PM
Nadia says:
What can I say except THANK YOU CHUCK. Keep being here, keep writing, keep keeping us sane. Your post is like a walk in the park. One thing I did yesterday was to throw my hat in the ring to serve on our town board for climate action, although the vacancy won’t be there until the end of the year, so there’s time to work through the toxic dump that is my brain right now, to push on down that “crooked path.”
November 8, 2024 — 1:18 PM
James says:
The thing about the toilet in the middle of the room is that this is the second time that goddamned thing has caught fire.
The first time, we had what you might call a normal response to walking into a room to find a toilet on fire. We panicked for a moment, then we got to work putting the fire out. We organized, acted, and demanded action from our leaders. It was four long years of hard work, but we did it. We extinguished that toilet.
We wondered what had gone so wrong to cause it to catch fire. We decided, “We really need to keep an eye on that toilet.” So we did, and we tried to keep away anything and everything that might cause it to combust again.
But then, in front of our eyes this week, it just caught fire again. All on its own.
So yeah, it’s appropriate for us all to look at this toilet and at each other and say, “What the FUCK is wrong with this toilet?” Because last time, we figured somebody else came along and lit the toilet on fire.
We can’t let this thing just burn. We still have to put it out. But at least now we know the fire is coming from *inside the toilet.* And we can change our strategies accordingly.
November 8, 2024 — 1:26 PM
James says:
Also, Chuck: I cannot believe that you would accidentally write the wrong name for the new Dragon Age game, so I am choosing to believe you are making an affectionate comparison to the Skyrim Dawnguard DLC because both games feature a standout performance from Laura Bailey.
And I can believe this with confidence because I have never played a Dragon Age game and do not know if Laura Bailey is even in any of them.
November 8, 2024 — 1:32 PM
The Regulator Guy says:
That seems most likely. The new DA game is of course Dragon Age: Friendship is Magic.
November 11, 2024 — 11:47 AM
Robyn L Russell says:
Thanks, dude. That’s the most helpful thing I’ve read to date.
November 8, 2024 — 2:40 PM
Rebecca Douglass says:
Thanks for all of this, and especially for this part:
“I can assure you the reason for the loss was not trans people or “the woke mind virus” or “women aren’t nice enough to men.” Do not throw vulnerable people under the tires of democracy just because you think they’re in your way.”
That’s a huge fear around our house right now.
November 8, 2024 — 2:53 PM
Rowena says:
I stayed home from work today. I am so worn out that every part of my body hurts.
So I stayed home.
I’m still in pajamas.
I turned off notifications for everything but my work email. And now those are off since the office closes early.
I ordered my favorite pancakes.
I am watching cute anime.
I am hugging my cat.
Tomorrow I will start on the laundry.
Or not.
November 8, 2024 — 3:00 PM
Sandra Tokarski says:
Thank you. Words can help. More specifically, your words do help. You keep writing, I’ll keep my hands in clay.
November 8, 2024 — 4:13 PM
Dennis says:
All in on listening to the birds. ‘cept the blue jays, those guys are assholes.
November 8, 2024 — 9:36 PM
CS says:
Listen to the bords.
November 9, 2024 — 12:01 AM
CS says:
Birbs
November 9, 2024 — 12:02 AM
Anne D. says:
I would also add to this: Do not obey in advance.
“Most of the power of authoritarianism is freely given. In times like these, individuals think ahead about what a more repressive government will want, and then offer themselves without being asked. A citizen who adapts in this way is teaching power what it can do.” — On Tyranny by Timothy Snyder
Do not obey in advance.
November 9, 2024 — 12:06 PM
Jonathan A Frater says:
Still here, still ROYALLY pissed off.
November 9, 2024 — 12:21 PM
Patrick Raring says:
I got into some verbal sparring on FB and I was able to convince several folks to be civil (several assholes remained as such) and listen/read to the words I was saying (also, had to tell them to Google the definition of tariff as they didn’t know what it truly meant).
That said, I don’t pay for Ground News but I go there regularly to just see the leanings of certain stories. If 15% of those who voted for *him* had done so, maybe 5-7% wouldn’t have and we wouldn’t be pondering the end of our republic.
November 10, 2024 — 9:02 PM
Aliyah says:
Hi, I wanted to say thank you. I read this and the lump in my chest loosened. I sent it to my sister and she laughed. It helps to know that others are where I am.
November 11, 2024 — 6:09 AM
Melissa Clare says:
For anyone who’s looking for a lighthouse right now, I have to recommend Robert Reich’s substack. He’s informed, intelligent, and has really helped me… not “feel better” exactly, but feel like I could get a handle on what’s going on and still have some empathy, which is nice. Here’s a sample post I found insightful: https://robertreich.substack.com/p/the-root-of-trumpism
November 11, 2024 — 9:18 AM