16 More Sleeps...

 

Hi!

Two photos, same day, same road, within about 10 minutes of each other.

Yup, land of the living skies is no joke.

So, the 80-year-old Pedo-Pappaw who likes to talk about how he checks out other men's asses at campaign rallies, wanders  past cars doors being held open for him, and can't walk a straight line to save his life no matter how desperately he plays wipeout on his right leg to kick it into gear, is still, somehow, the guy that carries the nuclear codes. 

This guy who can't not shit his pants, can't make sense for more than about a two minute stretch, and whose, strongest, most consistent, skill is champion-level sundowning, is making decisions, signing executive orders, doing more damage to the United States in the shortest period of time than any other period in recorded history.

16 more sleeps.

The opportunity for change is here. 

It gives your neighbours hope to witness the No King marches taking over the streets in such a massive way.

It gives us hope to see college students' 'hold my beer' moment as they took what was a back room attempt to discourage them from voting, and turned it into a absolutely gorgeous spectacle of democracy in action. 

It gives us hope to see fewer and fewer people show up wherever the Cheeto rears his inflated head, and even more hope to see a large chunk of those few leave while he babbles on.

It gives us hope to watch debates between Democrats and what passes for an opponent. Sometimes, the opponent is too much of a coward to show up at all, but every time they do, they have their asses handed to them in the most spectacularly colossal way.

It gives us hope to see Russian data centres going up in smoke. The house that Cheeto built is not even made of cards, it's an illusion constructed solely of twisted shards of funhouse mirrors, held together by imaginary friends.

16 more sleeps...

Giving the power of Congress and the Senate back to the people will be the first step toward healing a nation and an entire world that so desperately need it.

We are all holding our collective breaths, ready to exhale in relief.

So, no matter how hard they are trying to make it... vote.

Follow up your vote, making sure it is being counted.

Vote early, if at all possible.

Show them just how done you are with their crap.

16 more sleeps.

You got this.

24 More Sleeps...

 Hi!

I know, another couple of shots of some sunsets. In my defense, on my way home from work, they are just there... breathtakingly, heartachingly, gorgeous. I live in a place lovingly called the land of the living skies, and it's no joke.

Besides, in a few weeks the ride home will be in virtual darkness, and will remain that way for about 5 months. I need to soak these in before they disappear into the throws of winter.

Soooooo.....

The countdown is on.

24 sleeps until the midterms.

That means no more than 21 days to make sure you are registered to vote, and to keep checking to make sure you stay that way.

It means 3 weeks to make sure you know exactly WHERE to vote, and that the location of your voting station doesn't change.

It means that in 24 days you show up, prepared for long waits and bad weather... just in case.

It means that in 24 days you have the power to change the world.

Seeing the protestors show up at the Mango Moron's 'Dementia Era' tour gives me hope. Watching the citizens of New York City rise up against the Tangerine Tyrant's gestapo goons, makes me believe. Watching different debates that aren't even Democrats vs. Republican, but Human vs. Idiotic Ick, makes me giggle. They would be hard to watch if those asshats didn't deserve every single intellectual spanking they receive.

The Squatter looks terrible. I just hope he remains on the planet long enough, and is having a lucid few days, say from Nov. 3 until the last vote is counted. I want him to be truly present so as each result comes in, it's like a death by a 1000 pin pricks to his ego. I hope he feels every loss to his core. I want him to be coherent as he watches the last bit of power he has disintegrates, falling into a pile of ashes at his cankled feet. 

They will try to cheat. 

That's a guarantee.

The vote count needs to be so overwhelming that their cheating won't make a difference.

So, as he tantrums out about the Nobel Peace Prize... again... as he begs for praise for imaginary feats... as he spews grotesque garbage, trying get your own cities wiped out... as he pretends he is not a pedophile... as he does all these incredibly crap things, just remember...

24 more sleeps.

Then the last half of his last term ever can become 2 years of accountability.

It can become 2 years of justice.

2 years of some well-deserved karma.

2 years of making sure this can never happen again. 

24 more sleeps...

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Writing Essays Ain't Gonna Cut It...

 

Hi.

So, the Mush-brained Yam that currently squats in the Whitehouse feels badly for the sorry excuses for human beings that gang raped a young woman for seven hours, advertising it in a group chat like she was some sort of carnival ride that they had disabled just enough override the built in security systems.

Yeah, he's worried THEY won't get a fair shake.

"Prosecuting them will ruin their lives"

Good.

"Boys will be boys"

Okay, so it IS all men.

"She should have known better than to go to a frat party"

THEY should have know better than to dehumanize, abuse, and brutalize someone, yelling "free pussy" through social media like some demented carnival barker.

"But, she consented to part of it"

Really?! I made you dinner, you consented to coming over to eat it. About half way through, I poison the food and ram it down your throat. But, you consented.

"But, she was drinking"

If, when you see someone in a vulnerable position, your first instinct is to figure out a way to grope, overpower, and rape them, you are a vile piece of shit. 

"They were young, it was just a mistake"

If you think they got caught the very first time they did something like this, I have some ocean front property in Saskatchewan you might be interested in. 

Enough.

To all the "good guys" out there, and I put it in quotes purposefully, do something about these delusional, assholes who think that the only purpose of a woman is to provide them pleasure, take care of them like their mommies did, and give them babies.

Your fist pounding and choruses of "If I got my hands on that guy" are ringing pretty hollow. You know you all know a guy who talks about women like they aren't human. In their eyes we are merely a carrier of body parts that you think you are entitled to. Or, maybe you are that guy.

You know this guy just like every woman knows another woman who has been sexualized one way or another, or has been  herself.

You like to tout yourselves as our protectors. Well, where is that? Definitely not in the group chat. Definitely not in the comments all over social media. Definitely not at the parties, or in the bars, or on the streets, or in the parking lots, or in the restaurants, or in the parks.... so where are these mighty protectors?

Your silence is compliance. If you're not calling it out every single time. If you're not shutting down the comments. If you laugh off rape jokes. If you ever sit in the entitlement of "bro code." You are the problem. 

I would love for my granddaughters to enter womanhood unscathed, but sadly it's already too late for that, as my 12-year-old granddaughter has already had to deal with episodes of the ick feeling from grown ass men. 

So her training of how to defend yourself, and ways to keep yourself safe have begun. Not because we want to trade in her childhood innocence for five ways to get away from a man, but because we have to. We will do our part as women to give her all the tools she can carry to keep herself from being the next Jane Doe.

Men, what are you going to do about the assholes determined to give her that name?

Here's a hint... writing essays ain't gonna cut it.