I wasn’t sure if I should even post today. I mean… everyone knows what happened Friday. What could I possibly have to say that’s important or relevant?

What do I say?

I don’t know. I don’t know what to say. I sit at my laptop and the words… well, they’re not there. They’re not adequate. They’re just not. Because really, what do you say? Sorry, your rights don’t matter anymore? Sorry, but you now have less bodily autonomy than a CORPSE? Sorry, but any advances that you might have thought have been made in the course of my own lifetime were just jerked away by white supremacist evangelicals who lied to get to where they are?

I’m angry. And I’m scared.

Protest marches? No. I’m not going to march. Not here in Florida, where they made it legal to attack protestors, and where the police are more interested in being buddies with the counterprotestors than protecting our right to peaceful assembly. Marching these days is taking your life in your hands —  I’m hearing that marches across the country have turned violent this past weekend. No deaths that I’ve heard of, but at least one march had someone drive a truck through it because how dare we stand up for ourselves?

I’m fat, arthritic, and not at all fast. I won’t be marching.

Instead, I’m going to make sure my voice is heard in August, and again in November. I’m going to make some change on a local level. And those local changes may help make bigger changes on a larger scale. I’m going to put my money where my mouth is, and make sure there are donations going to the places where they will do the most good.

Are you registered to vote? If you’re not sure, check here.

Now, this is going to be WILDLY unpopular, but I’m saying it anyway.


No more protest votes. No more tantrum votes. If you want things to change, we have to get the MAGA-crew out of every office that they hold. That means that there MUST be a Blue wave across the board. No more “But I didn’t like the Democratic candidate!” We don’t have that luxury anymore. I’m not sure we ever did — things would have been very different in 2016 otherwise.

We cannot move backwards. We cannot go bravely into the past, and that’s where we’re heading right now.

We have to turn this ship around. We HAVE to.


Oh, and if you, oh Reader, are one of those people who was celebrating on Friday?

The door is that way —>

Don’t come back.


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