Today, of course, is Martin Luther King's birthday. I decided, in order to celebrate it, I should do something that he would be proud of. That is no small matter, considering that racism has been given a highly dangerous and unnecessary leg up by that disgusting creature.

I visited the Holocaust Museum. It was my second time. I wanted to remind myself what can happen if ignorance and hatred are left unchecked too long in a society, not to mention the full consequences of turning people into an 'us' and a 'them'. Am I being too paranoid? I'm not sure. To be fair, Trump has not yet attempted murder against an entire group of people. But half this country did take a good honest look in the mirror and decide there was nothing wrong with endorsing an utter abyss of a human being so long as he did not hurt them. The parallels are rather uncanny, aren't they?

I took Violet and Daisy with me. I want to practice being a Dad in the ways I can, and that includes teaching tolerance and empathy for other people as early as possible. Compassion and love taught from an early age are the best protections from evil we can ask for. They may well protect us from having to experience Trump a second time, and what will sustain us for now. May God bless us. Amen.

# I thought I would visit the African-American museum tomorrow if I'm not called into work. We have a lot of museums here in Washington D.C