Dear Mr. VP,
Today is one of those days where I’m really kicking myself for going all in on this idea. “Write to the Vice President every day!” they said. “It’ll be fun!” they said.
Okay, no one actually said that. The one person I told while I was incubating this idea said something like, “Yeah, okay. That sounds like a lot of work.” He was right about that, though not right about much else, ever.
(Oh! There was other thing he got right. Fuck, That’s Delicious is one of the best things ever.)
I’m tired, and would much rather be lying in my kid’s bed reading The Girl on the Train on my phone listening to him breathe next to me. And not checking Twitter. New rule: I will not read Twitter in bed, or at least not within an hour of sleeping, because when I do I wake up at 3:20 AM and can’t get back to sleep again because it has given me nightmares.
I can’t even start to worry about North Korea, because what’s the point? Maybe we’re all going to die in a nuclear holocaust, hopefully not, but I’ve read The Road enough times that I think I could probably survive for at least awhile if the initial volley didn’t take me out.
What I can worry about, and have been worrying about, is DACA. And an hour and a half ago, when I was lying in bed and…yeah, okay, reading Twitter…I read that your boss will be making the official announcement to end the program on Tuesday. But giving Congress six months to act, which sounds an awful lot to me like he sorta wants to end the program, but maybe sorta not, but he promised he would and now he needs to cater to his white supremacist base. Even Paul Ryan and Orrin Hatch are like, “Hey dude, hold up!” so I have some hope that maybe, motivated by the GOP’s unwavering support for the big businesses who employ 800,000 DACA registrants, Congress will save the program. But that’s not going to be without us, voters, telling them to act.
I hate the phone. But I have a feeling I’m going to be doing a lot of calling in the next few months.