And what if there is no State of the Union address delivered live from Congress on its appointed date?
I know it won’t break my heart if the words have to be delivered in writing instead – like it used to be. It won’t break my heart if no one bothers with it at all.
It won’t break my heart if the President has to take Davos off his agenda, if the Speaker of the House must cancel her CODEL. Really, just not feeling it over this prime time game of chicken.
What does break my heart is broken trust, shattered dreams, suffering.
What breaks my heart is children separated from their parents.
What breaks my heart is people working without pay.
What breaks my heart is people dutifully paying their taxes and finding their rights, their privacy, their possibilities, their economic security, their personal liberty slowly but surely being stripped away.
What breaks my heart is endless war.
What breaks my heart is our beautiful earth pillaged and destroyed.
What breaks my heart is people who can’t afford the medicine they need to live, who can’t afford or access healthcare.
What breaks my heart is people divided and used.
What breaks my heart is young people saddled with debt.
What breaks my heart is the homeless, the addicted, the impoverished, the forgotten.
We are, in fact, already pretty acutely aware of the state of things.
We have little use for more prime time propaganda. We have heard enough lies and seen enough subterfuge to last us awhile. We have little use to see the halls of Congress televised where yet more time will be spent accomplishing nothing on behalf of the people.