This will be my shortest blog entry ever. Yet this is what I'm most passionate about in all the world, and have been my entire life. These are my thoughts during Climate Strike 2019:
Respect the earth. Every day, in every way you possibly can, and can possibly imagine.
That's it. That's everything. For when we live in harmony with our earth, with nature, then we truly "get it", and we treat each other with respect, too.
Saturday, September 21, 2019
Friday, September 13, 2019
Stop saying that Bernie "yells", or I'm going to yell.
I feel so bad for Bernie, having a sore throat last night going into what was arguably the most important Democratic 2020 presidential candidates debate so far, as it was the first debate with all the major candidates on one stage, and also it was on regular, broadcast television. I know most of us have cable in 2019, but believe it or not, some people do not. This was the first televised debate of the 2020 Presidential campaign for all those people—their first chance to see the candidates and hear them argue for their platforms and vision for America. What a night for Bernie, the candidate with THE platform and vision for America, to lose his voice! But, bless him, bless him, bless him, he soldiered through it admirably.
Still, from the git-go, when I heard his voice, I thought, and worried, and still worry: uh oh, NO, not tonight! What is wrong with his voice? And will people understand that isn’t his regular voice? He literally wasn’t in full voice last night—yet he still, to use a baseball pitching term, had his “good stuff” in terms of his arguments, his substance. He has it all over the other candidates on that and always has. He set the table for the Democratic candidates’ platforms in 2020 and they just all walked to the table and sat down, eating from the idea and vision food he laid out for them.
Yet his voice was hoarse and somehow the camera angle and lighting also made his eyes seem a tad darty and wild, so all in all, I worry that the American people, who, honestly, are kind of a superficial lot in terms of what they go for in a Presidential candidate (and I say “they”, as I myself, though also an American, am the opposite: I read the small print on the ingredients label, and ignore the shiny packaging and branding on front), may have judged him harshly somehow based on his voice last night.
That said, though I’m at work and busy and thus haven’t had time to read much post-debate news, opinion, spin and chatter this morning, it seems that Bernie’s sore/hoarse throat is a topic and is, correctly, being characterized as such: a sore or hoarse throat. So, thank goodness, people get it. They understand it was a sore throat and not his regular voice!
That’s the good news, but the bad is, in the little bit I’ve had time to read thus far, people are joking, yet not joking, that it is because of all the “yelling” he does. I swear, if I have to hear one more person say that Bernie “yells”, I’m going to lose my rhymes-with-pit. He actually does NOT often even raise his voice. Biden, for example, has a much more wound-up debate style, and Warren—fuggedaboutit, she is amped up and wired for sound, baby. And what about Castro last night, he practically had to be restrained. Yet people constantly misinterpret Bernie as, quote, “yelling”.
I think people think anyone with a thick New York accent is “yelling”. I think people think anyone Jewish is “yelling”. It’s like, people who only eat Wonderbread, if they taste rye, they probably think it is a very strong bread. If they only eat vanilla ice cream, and they get a taste of mint chip or coffee, they think, wuuuu, that’s some strong stuff!
Interestingly, sociologically, politically and psychologically, I don’t think it is that Bernie yells a lot (because he does not). I think it is that he is talking about real change, and that scares people. That jars people. So they translate that in their brains to “he’s yelling—why is he yelling?”
Bernie doesn’t yell. Not very often anyway. I submit to you that he doesn’t “yell” as often as many of the other candidates up on that podium last night tend to. He normally speaks clearly, thoughtfully, never condescendingly, always like that favorite teacher who assumes you are intelligent enough to hear the whole, complex, nuanced, substantive, detailed truth and keep up. Yes, he’s passionate. Passion isn’t the same as “yelling”. Even that time, in the prior debate, when another candidate was saying something about how he couldn’t guarantee such-and-such would happen or wouldn’t happen under his particular (single payer, woot!) “Medicare for All” plan, and Bernie said, yes I can, “I wrote the damn bill!”, he didn’t yell. He said that very passionately but he wasn’t yelling.
I feel like this “Bernie yells” false narrative is strikingly similar to when Howard Dean was taken down for literally NOTHING when he emitted a slight little exuberant “Yeah!” at a high point of campaigning. That ended his run, basically. It was nothing, and certainly nothing bad. It is amazing how something that is literally nothing can take a candidate down, so I’m here to nip this “Bernie yells” nonsense in the bud. Just stop it. Or I’m going to yell at you. I’d be scared of THAT if I were you. Because I can unleash some fire and fury when I want to, kids. So lay off all the false narratives about Bernie and stick to substance. Which, by the way, he will wipe the floor with anyone who tries to mischaracterize him on. And they know it. So they are going with the “yelling”. That’s all they have. And it’s not even real.
Still, from the git-go, when I heard his voice, I thought, and worried, and still worry: uh oh, NO, not tonight! What is wrong with his voice? And will people understand that isn’t his regular voice? He literally wasn’t in full voice last night—yet he still, to use a baseball pitching term, had his “good stuff” in terms of his arguments, his substance. He has it all over the other candidates on that and always has. He set the table for the Democratic candidates’ platforms in 2020 and they just all walked to the table and sat down, eating from the idea and vision food he laid out for them.
Yet his voice was hoarse and somehow the camera angle and lighting also made his eyes seem a tad darty and wild, so all in all, I worry that the American people, who, honestly, are kind of a superficial lot in terms of what they go for in a Presidential candidate (and I say “they”, as I myself, though also an American, am the opposite: I read the small print on the ingredients label, and ignore the shiny packaging and branding on front), may have judged him harshly somehow based on his voice last night.
That said, though I’m at work and busy and thus haven’t had time to read much post-debate news, opinion, spin and chatter this morning, it seems that Bernie’s sore/hoarse throat is a topic and is, correctly, being characterized as such: a sore or hoarse throat. So, thank goodness, people get it. They understand it was a sore throat and not his regular voice!
That’s the good news, but the bad is, in the little bit I’ve had time to read thus far, people are joking, yet not joking, that it is because of all the “yelling” he does. I swear, if I have to hear one more person say that Bernie “yells”, I’m going to lose my rhymes-with-pit. He actually does NOT often even raise his voice. Biden, for example, has a much more wound-up debate style, and Warren—fuggedaboutit, she is amped up and wired for sound, baby. And what about Castro last night, he practically had to be restrained. Yet people constantly misinterpret Bernie as, quote, “yelling”.
I think people think anyone with a thick New York accent is “yelling”. I think people think anyone Jewish is “yelling”. It’s like, people who only eat Wonderbread, if they taste rye, they probably think it is a very strong bread. If they only eat vanilla ice cream, and they get a taste of mint chip or coffee, they think, wuuuu, that’s some strong stuff!
Interestingly, sociologically, politically and psychologically, I don’t think it is that Bernie yells a lot (because he does not). I think it is that he is talking about real change, and that scares people. That jars people. So they translate that in their brains to “he’s yelling—why is he yelling?”
Bernie doesn’t yell. Not very often anyway. I submit to you that he doesn’t “yell” as often as many of the other candidates up on that podium last night tend to. He normally speaks clearly, thoughtfully, never condescendingly, always like that favorite teacher who assumes you are intelligent enough to hear the whole, complex, nuanced, substantive, detailed truth and keep up. Yes, he’s passionate. Passion isn’t the same as “yelling”. Even that time, in the prior debate, when another candidate was saying something about how he couldn’t guarantee such-and-such would happen or wouldn’t happen under his particular (single payer, woot!) “Medicare for All” plan, and Bernie said, yes I can, “I wrote the damn bill!”, he didn’t yell. He said that very passionately but he wasn’t yelling.
I feel like this “Bernie yells” false narrative is strikingly similar to when Howard Dean was taken down for literally NOTHING when he emitted a slight little exuberant “Yeah!” at a high point of campaigning. That ended his run, basically. It was nothing, and certainly nothing bad. It is amazing how something that is literally nothing can take a candidate down, so I’m here to nip this “Bernie yells” nonsense in the bud. Just stop it. Or I’m going to yell at you. I’d be scared of THAT if I were you. Because I can unleash some fire and fury when I want to, kids. So lay off all the false narratives about Bernie and stick to substance. Which, by the way, he will wipe the floor with anyone who tries to mischaracterize him on. And they know it. So they are going with the “yelling”. That’s all they have. And it’s not even real.
Sunday, August 11, 2019
Nancy Pelosi, Do Your Job
I just took in a quick horror flick, a.k.a., 45's tweets from just the last 48 hours. Folks: our country (and the world) needs this man either to be impeached and removed, or article 25'd out of office, asap.
If House Speaker Nancy Pelosi doesn't make a move, then it really pains me to say this, but she will be just as complicit and, frankly, at this point, treasonous, as Mitch McConnell, AG Barr, and every other complicit 45 stooge. Now, I *know* that Nancy is not a 45 stooge, and that she actually thinks she is doing the right thing by NOT doing the right thing, but she needs to instead do the right thing. Forget political calculations (which I think hers are faulty on this anyway). Forget jumping ahead to what we all think the result of moving forward on impeachment is going to be due to the complicit, treasonous Mitch McConnell. Forget all that and ask yourself, Nancy: do we have rule of law in this country or not? If we do, we can't allow a lawless POTUS to go unchecked. It sets an unacceptable precedent for the future. That alone is enough: you must--you have a duty to--move to impeach. But wait, there's more: read the man's tweets for just the past 48 hours alone. This is not a person who is fit, in any way, shape or form, to be POTUS. You must--you have a duty to--move to impeach.
There's no choice here. Either we choose the United States of America, and our duty to protect and defend it, or we choose to be complicit with the opposite of that. Those are the options. I say, if we go down, we need to go down fighting. We need history to show that we TRIED.
If House Speaker Nancy Pelosi doesn't make a move, then it really pains me to say this, but she will be just as complicit and, frankly, at this point, treasonous, as Mitch McConnell, AG Barr, and every other complicit 45 stooge. Now, I *know* that Nancy is not a 45 stooge, and that she actually thinks she is doing the right thing by NOT doing the right thing, but she needs to instead do the right thing. Forget political calculations (which I think hers are faulty on this anyway). Forget jumping ahead to what we all think the result of moving forward on impeachment is going to be due to the complicit, treasonous Mitch McConnell. Forget all that and ask yourself, Nancy: do we have rule of law in this country or not? If we do, we can't allow a lawless POTUS to go unchecked. It sets an unacceptable precedent for the future. That alone is enough: you must--you have a duty to--move to impeach. But wait, there's more: read the man's tweets for just the past 48 hours alone. This is not a person who is fit, in any way, shape or form, to be POTUS. You must--you have a duty to--move to impeach.
There's no choice here. Either we choose the United States of America, and our duty to protect and defend it, or we choose to be complicit with the opposite of that. Those are the options. I say, if we go down, we need to go down fighting. We need history to show that we TRIED.
Saturday, July 13, 2019
Lights
Went to the Lights for Liberty event here in my city (St. Petersburg, FL) last night. It was raining. I had just worked a full day. I didn't feel like going. But I went, for the children. I went for my people, because never again. I went because this is happening in my country, my beloved United States of America, and it is outrageous, horrifying and unacceptable. I went because of something one of my heroes, Gandhi, said, which I thought of (and posted) just before leaving, and which was then said by another attendee at the event later, last night: "You must be the change you wish to see in the world." But, back to the children: mainly I went because there are children in cages. Babies. In cages.
I thought: okay, even though it's raining and I don't feel like it, I *have* to go, because what if there is media coverage and only a few people show up? That would be awful. I have to go.
Well, as I approached the church at which the event was being held, my heart swelled up and almost burst. I felt exactly as I had in January 2017 at the very first ever Women's March: I realized, oh my God, there are *so many* GOOD people! So many good people in America! (Also eff the electoral college, because clearly the majority of Americans are NOT being represented by our presidential election results--sorry Mom, I know we disagreed on this, and I've thought about your excellent arguments for it for many years, but I'm sure now: I'm against the electoral college! But I digress...) The whole street was jam-packed with cars, trying to get to the event, and trying to find parking! There were people directing traffic!
The entire church parking lot was full. That particular church has a (large!!!) overflow parking lot, which was also completely full. "We're telling people to park in the neighborhood", said one of the people directing traffic to me. So into Allendale I went, along with a whole line of cars. Block after block into the hood I went, the residential street I was now on was completely lined with cars. Not ONE spot.
Luckily, I'm from St. Pete--well, not originally from St. Pete, but I mean, I've lived here for 25 years. And my current house is just minutes from Allendale. I know how to find a parking space: so I kind of went the long way around the church, to the street behind it, and kept going and finally found a street that had spaces, which was actually not a far walk from the back of the church.
As I walked on the signature, beautiful brick streets of my city, rain drizzling down, I flowed into a sea of other people. Each one of them had put children ahead of avoiding going out in the rain. So many people SHOWED UP. Again, my heart felt, well, heartened! Just like at the first Women's March, I was so very heartened and hope-infused by all the PEOPLE!
The sea of us flowed into the church, which was full. No seats in the huge sanctuary. The program was about to start. We were initially told to go up to the balcony. But no, wait, it was full, too. It was standing room only. Okay, the children are all crowded into cages. I can stand in a church for a few hours. "It's better to show up than to give up", as another hero of mine, Bernie Sanders, often says. So many people showed up. My heart was in my throat, before the event even started.
Suddenly a voice from the stage, way far away, "If the ushers would bring people up to the front, there are seats in the front row." I found myself in a stream of people being led to the front row. Unfortunately, my seat was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay to the right side, so my chiropractic adjustment of a few days ago ended up getting a little jiggered out of wack by the end of the thing, as I had to turn my neck waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay to the left the entire time, as guess what side of the stage the podium was on. But it's okay. The children. My neck is fine. Also, it was hardest on my ENT situation with all the lit candles, particularly this guy behind me who kept his lit the entire time and the smoke was really bothering me, but it's okay. It's a few hours, I kept telling myself as I coughed and sputtered. The children. You need to be here.
The event was extremely hard to sit through. There were cages on the stage, replicating the cages at the concentration camps (I call them what they are, not detention centers). The first thing that happened was some people--some adults, mostly, and some teens and kids--a large group, went up on stage, behind the fencing, each wrapped in a thin Mylar "blanket", just like the ones that the children have. And then, the really though stuff began: each person up there read from something written by people--adults and children--in the camps, which had been obtained by a group of attorneys who had gotten in to see them. It was terrible. Terrible to hear, in the first person, what is going on in our country, in our name! These are concentration camps and children are being tortured, period.
No one (but other detainees) is taking care of the babies. They are not being given diapers or beds, toothbrushes, showers or medical care when they are sick. One girl said that a guard asked them "Who wants to care for this two-year old?" A person had said she would, but that person (another child) got tired of it after a few hours, so didn't take care of the two-year old anymore. So the person who wrote this note, this first-hand account, for the lawyers, stepped up and did so. She takes care of the two-year-old now. There are no diapers, no clean clothes. And the two-year-old "never talks."
After the first-hand accounts, one after the other after the other, there were speakers, and a musician, and break-out groups at the end, so that we would not leave without knowing things we can actually DO to try to help. There was a legislative action break-out group, and something else, and a "Homestead" group.
I went to the Homestead group, for people interested in possibly going down there, to the Homestead, FL facility. But when I actually heard what it would be like, what it would consist of, now I'm not sure. I don't want to just wave at children who are captives in concentration camps, and hold up a heart. I don't think the younger ones are going to understand anything but BEING REUNITED WITH THEIR PARENTS, or other family. Being freed. If I go down there, I am breaking these people the BLEEP out. Because, if I were in Germany, 1944, I'm not just going to stand there holding up a heart and waving.
So that doesn't feel like the thing that I want to do, though God bless those who are bearing witness, and bringing attention to the camps, and trying to help in that way. But I think that I would get myself killed (being dead--no pun intended--serious here) by trying to break in and free the people. I'd be shot on sight, or jailed. Because no way am I standing on some ladder and waving and holding up a heart. The thought of that, as they were talking about it, made me sick.
One woman (who had gone, who had been there) said that "When it hits you, when it punches you, is when they wave back." NO! I thought: no. To me, the whole description of going there just sounds too much like going to see animals in a zoo or something, and these are children. Again, I would NOT--I'm telling you right now--just be able to stand there and hold up a heart and wave, although I think those doing so are admirable, loving, courageous, beautiful souls. But again, I would get myself arrested or killed, I'm 100% sure of it, if I went there. Because my Mom's side of the family is Jewish, from *Germany*. And these kids are being traumatized, tortured really, in concentration camps, *right now*, *in my country*, and, there is an actual group with this great name: NEVER AGAIN IS NOW!
So, I'm glad I choose the Homestead break-out group, out of the three or four different ones, thinking, that's what I want to do, I want to--I NEED to--go down there. Because, had I not listened to the first-hand accounts of what that entails, I would not have learned that NO, no you don't, Edi. You are not going down there. Not to just stand there on a ladder and hold up a heart and wave, anyway. If I go down there, it will be to go INSIDE and not leave there without CHILDREN. Because it would kill me, one way or another, to just stand there and wave. Maybe the older ones understand what that is--that we are sending them love, that we care, that we are TRYING--but the little ones? All they are feeling is: "Why is no one HELPING us? Where is my PARENT?" And unless I can go down there and get them OUT of the concentration camp and/or reunite them with their family, I can't go, I tell you. I will have to help in other ways.
So last night was terrible in the sense that the whole situation we were there about is terrible. Yet last night was, just like the Women's March in 2017, only even more so: profoundly heartening and hope-renewing. Why? For the simple reason that so many, many, many, MANY people SHOWED UP.
In the front row, at one point I turned and looked when everyone was holding up lit candles. A full sanctuary. A full upper balcony. Standing room also all full. A sea of lit candles. A sea of souls who care. Who came out on a rainy night for the children. Folks: America is still good. Right now, evil is being done in our name, on our watch, by our representatives, but we will stop it. We will.
I thought: okay, even though it's raining and I don't feel like it, I *have* to go, because what if there is media coverage and only a few people show up? That would be awful. I have to go.
Well, as I approached the church at which the event was being held, my heart swelled up and almost burst. I felt exactly as I had in January 2017 at the very first ever Women's March: I realized, oh my God, there are *so many* GOOD people! So many good people in America! (Also eff the electoral college, because clearly the majority of Americans are NOT being represented by our presidential election results--sorry Mom, I know we disagreed on this, and I've thought about your excellent arguments for it for many years, but I'm sure now: I'm against the electoral college! But I digress...) The whole street was jam-packed with cars, trying to get to the event, and trying to find parking! There were people directing traffic!
The entire church parking lot was full. That particular church has a (large!!!) overflow parking lot, which was also completely full. "We're telling people to park in the neighborhood", said one of the people directing traffic to me. So into Allendale I went, along with a whole line of cars. Block after block into the hood I went, the residential street I was now on was completely lined with cars. Not ONE spot.
Luckily, I'm from St. Pete--well, not originally from St. Pete, but I mean, I've lived here for 25 years. And my current house is just minutes from Allendale. I know how to find a parking space: so I kind of went the long way around the church, to the street behind it, and kept going and finally found a street that had spaces, which was actually not a far walk from the back of the church.
As I walked on the signature, beautiful brick streets of my city, rain drizzling down, I flowed into a sea of other people. Each one of them had put children ahead of avoiding going out in the rain. So many people SHOWED UP. Again, my heart felt, well, heartened! Just like at the first Women's March, I was so very heartened and hope-infused by all the PEOPLE!
The sea of us flowed into the church, which was full. No seats in the huge sanctuary. The program was about to start. We were initially told to go up to the balcony. But no, wait, it was full, too. It was standing room only. Okay, the children are all crowded into cages. I can stand in a church for a few hours. "It's better to show up than to give up", as another hero of mine, Bernie Sanders, often says. So many people showed up. My heart was in my throat, before the event even started.
Suddenly a voice from the stage, way far away, "If the ushers would bring people up to the front, there are seats in the front row." I found myself in a stream of people being led to the front row. Unfortunately, my seat was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay to the right side, so my chiropractic adjustment of a few days ago ended up getting a little jiggered out of wack by the end of the thing, as I had to turn my neck waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay to the left the entire time, as guess what side of the stage the podium was on. But it's okay. The children. My neck is fine. Also, it was hardest on my ENT situation with all the lit candles, particularly this guy behind me who kept his lit the entire time and the smoke was really bothering me, but it's okay. It's a few hours, I kept telling myself as I coughed and sputtered. The children. You need to be here.
The event was extremely hard to sit through. There were cages on the stage, replicating the cages at the concentration camps (I call them what they are, not detention centers). The first thing that happened was some people--some adults, mostly, and some teens and kids--a large group, went up on stage, behind the fencing, each wrapped in a thin Mylar "blanket", just like the ones that the children have. And then, the really though stuff began: each person up there read from something written by people--adults and children--in the camps, which had been obtained by a group of attorneys who had gotten in to see them. It was terrible. Terrible to hear, in the first person, what is going on in our country, in our name! These are concentration camps and children are being tortured, period.
No one (but other detainees) is taking care of the babies. They are not being given diapers or beds, toothbrushes, showers or medical care when they are sick. One girl said that a guard asked them "Who wants to care for this two-year old?" A person had said she would, but that person (another child) got tired of it after a few hours, so didn't take care of the two-year old anymore. So the person who wrote this note, this first-hand account, for the lawyers, stepped up and did so. She takes care of the two-year-old now. There are no diapers, no clean clothes. And the two-year-old "never talks."
After the first-hand accounts, one after the other after the other, there were speakers, and a musician, and break-out groups at the end, so that we would not leave without knowing things we can actually DO to try to help. There was a legislative action break-out group, and something else, and a "Homestead" group.
I went to the Homestead group, for people interested in possibly going down there, to the Homestead, FL facility. But when I actually heard what it would be like, what it would consist of, now I'm not sure. I don't want to just wave at children who are captives in concentration camps, and hold up a heart. I don't think the younger ones are going to understand anything but BEING REUNITED WITH THEIR PARENTS, or other family. Being freed. If I go down there, I am breaking these people the BLEEP out. Because, if I were in Germany, 1944, I'm not just going to stand there holding up a heart and waving.
So that doesn't feel like the thing that I want to do, though God bless those who are bearing witness, and bringing attention to the camps, and trying to help in that way. But I think that I would get myself killed (being dead--no pun intended--serious here) by trying to break in and free the people. I'd be shot on sight, or jailed. Because no way am I standing on some ladder and waving and holding up a heart. The thought of that, as they were talking about it, made me sick.
One woman (who had gone, who had been there) said that "When it hits you, when it punches you, is when they wave back." NO! I thought: no. To me, the whole description of going there just sounds too much like going to see animals in a zoo or something, and these are children. Again, I would NOT--I'm telling you right now--just be able to stand there and hold up a heart and wave, although I think those doing so are admirable, loving, courageous, beautiful souls. But again, I would get myself arrested or killed, I'm 100% sure of it, if I went there. Because my Mom's side of the family is Jewish, from *Germany*. And these kids are being traumatized, tortured really, in concentration camps, *right now*, *in my country*, and, there is an actual group with this great name: NEVER AGAIN IS NOW!
So, I'm glad I choose the Homestead break-out group, out of the three or four different ones, thinking, that's what I want to do, I want to--I NEED to--go down there. Because, had I not listened to the first-hand accounts of what that entails, I would not have learned that NO, no you don't, Edi. You are not going down there. Not to just stand there on a ladder and hold up a heart and wave, anyway. If I go down there, it will be to go INSIDE and not leave there without CHILDREN. Because it would kill me, one way or another, to just stand there and wave. Maybe the older ones understand what that is--that we are sending them love, that we care, that we are TRYING--but the little ones? All they are feeling is: "Why is no one HELPING us? Where is my PARENT?" And unless I can go down there and get them OUT of the concentration camp and/or reunite them with their family, I can't go, I tell you. I will have to help in other ways.
So last night was terrible in the sense that the whole situation we were there about is terrible. Yet last night was, just like the Women's March in 2017, only even more so: profoundly heartening and hope-renewing. Why? For the simple reason that so many, many, many, MANY people SHOWED UP.
In the front row, at one point I turned and looked when everyone was holding up lit candles. A full sanctuary. A full upper balcony. Standing room also all full. A sea of lit candles. A sea of souls who care. Who came out on a rainy night for the children. Folks: America is still good. Right now, evil is being done in our name, on our watch, by our representatives, but we will stop it. We will.
Sunday, July 7, 2019
Which Side Are You On?
I just ended a friendship with someone I go back many decades with, and who is very special to me. Someone I loved with all my heart.
But this person doesn't seem to have a problem with 45 kidnapping babies and children, separating them from their parents, orphaning them, and traumatizing them in cages in concentration camps. I've been aware of this for a while, but I tried very hard to not let it come between our friendship. However, the thing is, this is one of those times in history when you HAVE to choose sides. And there is no middle ground. Not only is there is no being okay with children in cages, in concentration camps, obviously, but for me, there is no being okay with anyone who IS okay with that. No matter who that person is.
There's a line and you are either on the right side of it or you are not. So if anyone is okay with Trump separating children from their parents, not documenting who they belong with (and/or, in some cases, even when "US PARENT" and a phone # is written on the child's arm, the administration isn't even bothering to make a phone call to reunite the children with the family member), and keeping the children in cages, in concentration camps, please unfriend me now. We're on different sides of history. And there is no reaching across, on this one, for me. Not for anyone. Because if you choose that side, I can no longer see that you have a heart or soul.
But this person doesn't seem to have a problem with 45 kidnapping babies and children, separating them from their parents, orphaning them, and traumatizing them in cages in concentration camps. I've been aware of this for a while, but I tried very hard to not let it come between our friendship. However, the thing is, this is one of those times in history when you HAVE to choose sides. And there is no middle ground. Not only is there is no being okay with children in cages, in concentration camps, obviously, but for me, there is no being okay with anyone who IS okay with that. No matter who that person is.
There's a line and you are either on the right side of it or you are not. So if anyone is okay with Trump separating children from their parents, not documenting who they belong with (and/or, in some cases, even when "US PARENT" and a phone # is written on the child's arm, the administration isn't even bothering to make a phone call to reunite the children with the family member), and keeping the children in cages, in concentration camps, please unfriend me now. We're on different sides of history. And there is no reaching across, on this one, for me. Not for anyone. Because if you choose that side, I can no longer see that you have a heart or soul.
Thursday, July 4, 2019
In Dire Distress: 4th of July, 2019
I have never before in my life displayed, i.e, "flown" in any fashion--including as an image on my Facebook page--an upside down American flag. I am a very patriotic American citizen. Some on the Right may not think so (I'm on the Left myself--a very liberal Democrat), as I often dissent and protest, but I'm sure our founders would get it: dissent is the quintessence of patriotism. We must speak up when something is wrong, and we must speak out for what is right. That is how we create and maintain a healthy country.
Right now, we not only don't have a healthy country, America is indeed in dire distress. The flag should only ever be flown/displayed upside down in times of dire distress. Right now, everything that the flag itself symbolizes is in great peril. So, on this 4th of July, I have a heavy heart. There are children in cages and tanks rolling on the streets of my hometown, our nation's capitol. We have a sociopathic, cruel, lawless con artist puppet of an enemy foreign power as POTUS. As long as there are children in cages, in concentration camps, in my beautiful country that stands for the exact opposite of that, I will fly our flag upside down. This is not disrespect for America. Let me make this clear: this is a sign of profound respect for America. This is a sign of dire distress of America. This is a plea that we must RESIST this President and save America. This is the 4th of July, 2019.
Right now, we not only don't have a healthy country, America is indeed in dire distress. The flag should only ever be flown/displayed upside down in times of dire distress. Right now, everything that the flag itself symbolizes is in great peril. So, on this 4th of July, I have a heavy heart. There are children in cages and tanks rolling on the streets of my hometown, our nation's capitol. We have a sociopathic, cruel, lawless con artist puppet of an enemy foreign power as POTUS. As long as there are children in cages, in concentration camps, in my beautiful country that stands for the exact opposite of that, I will fly our flag upside down. This is not disrespect for America. Let me make this clear: this is a sign of profound respect for America. This is a sign of dire distress of America. This is a plea that we must RESIST this President and save America. This is the 4th of July, 2019.
Friday, June 14, 2019
June 15: Act to Defend Democracy: #Impeach45
The time has come for all of us to stand on the right side of history. Do we stand for our constitution and rule of law? Do we stand against treason and babies in cages in concentration camps? It is horrifying that the end of that last sentence is *not* an exaggeration. That is reality. It is time for all of us, for each of us, to stand for what America stands for. It is a constitutional imperative that we impeach 45.
Please take action by going to one of the #ImpeachTrump rallies being held throughout the country tomorrow, June 15 (see link below). As Margaret Mead famously said:... "I am only one, but I am one." You and I matter in a democracy, my friends. What you choose to do, or not do, has consequences. Make them good ones. Tomorrow, Indivisible and other grassroots organizations are having a national day of Impeach Trump rallies. Please come. Please care. If you don't, America is, in the immortal words of the Eagles, already gone.
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