**I originally posted this to my Facebook account, but I wanted to add it here now that I’m starting to blog again.**
The jester’s role allows her to shift her audience into raw, new understanding. The discordant juxtaposition of McKinnon, whose savvy we-all-know-what’s-going-on-here gaze glitters through every performance, and the authenticity and vulnerability of these lyrics suddenly shifted my inner turmoil this morning. For most of the song, I found myself feeling like this was bordering on sacrilegious–to have her singing *these words* with such bare honesty while in satirical character. But of course, the jester doesn’t just speak truth to power, she speaks truth *of* power, and damn if I am not enraged at the sacrilege of this election. Of the callous use of divisive language, of the willingness to pit people against one another for political gain without an ounce of responsibility for the fallout. It is not new, but it is profoundly in opposition to the pluralistic values I hold most dear.
I have been non-theistic for a decade and a half, and I had forgotten what sacrilege tastes like. I may not believe in a god, but I sure as hell believe in e pluribus unum. I may not put my faith in an afterlife, but I believe in sacrificing to ensure that there is a better world after I am gone. I am responsible for my world, and I hold true that we are morally obligated to work toward justice and equity. The messy, tangled, imperfect truth of reality provides no absolution of our duty of care to one another.
Love is not a victory march; its connection calls us to reach out across division and heartbreak and confusion and pain. It drives us to turn towards one another even when we’re terrified. It is the solid rock upon which I build my life. It gives me a place from which to stand and stay through fear and pain and sadness, a place from which to listen and connect and see myself in others and be ceaselessly curious in the face of confusion. It is the foundation of the world for which we yearn. I’m not giving up, and neither should you. Hallelujah.