The Hillary Email Hypocrisy

If you demonized Hillary about her emails but are now ignoring the severity of Trump sharing classified intel behind closed doors, you need to admit something.

It was never about the action.  You weren't taking some moral high ground.

It was about politics.  The name Clinton.  That's it.

If Trump does something worse (and this was much worse) in the same vein, and you don't care, then you are making it about party. 

That's unreal and honestly?  It's a bit shameful.

We need to admit that the action of mishandling classified information is not partisan specific.  It's bad if you're a Republican or a Democrat.  It's unacceptable whether you are the President or Secretary.  Whether your last name is Trump or Clinton.

Clinton got off easy.  Should she have?  No, not in my opinion.  That being said, Trump is the President of the United States.  This makes his sleight worse.  He fired the man investigating him, then met with the country of said investigation at the White House, behind closed doors, with the Russian media, told our media they couldn't come in, let them take pictures, and shared classified intel.

If Hillary did that?  If Obama did that?  If literally any Democrat did that?

Conservatives would be shouting treason.  So why aren't they?

Because it is, to many of them, an issue of candidate.

And that needs to stop.

Learning to Forgive

I can never forget my mistakes, but I am learning to forgive them.

Everytime I fail to meet my own expectations, I will set two new ones.

If I wrote down all of my successes & failures... the latter would be the longer list.

But my successes?

They were still accomplishments.

I can't devalue what I've done because of all I failed to do.  I can only try harder next time.

This isn't foolishness. 

It's acceptance.

Of course, I have been foolish.

A fact I will not let myself forget.

I will always remember how my weaknesses shaped my reactions.  My actions.  My words.

Even if it hurts to remember them.

But here's the thing.

When I succeeded...  It impacted someone.  It was beneficial.

I brought something positive into the world.

I'll fail again.  But I'll also succeed again.

And while I may not be forgiven for all my mistakes...

Maybe I can take solace in knowing mistakes are not the only thing I'm capable of making.

Her Faults

I saw her faults
But that's not what they were.
They were her quirks,
Her way of coping,
Her inability to trust,
And her disposition
To all the pain
She knew before me
And because of me.

I call them faults
Because she did.
But... That's not what they were.
They were her memories,
Her tragedies,
Her hardships,
And her expectations.

She was not these things.
And these were not faults.
They were a side of her
That was still sensitive.
A reminder of how things were
And more than that
A reminder of how anything
In her life
Could repeat the path
That she had already walked down.

It was her beautiful sadness
It was her perseverance
It was her won experience
It was her terrible strength
And everywhere she saw a possibility
Of just how wrong things could go again
I wanted to show her
How wrong she was
That sometimes life
Finds a way to remind you
To hope again.

She called these faults.
I called these what they were.
They were her marks of courage.
Her memory of times gone right
Before going wrong.
They were her hope before sadness
And her beliefs before painful memories.

These were the furthest thing from her faults.
These were one thing
And only one thing.

These were her.