I saw the news pour in from the lobby TV before I made my way out of my apartment complex and the first thing I thought was how close this was to my proximity? Was it going to be like what happened to Gabby Giffords? Was it by the hands of a liberal who went off the rails? Did it really need to come to this?
I guess what I’m trying to get at is that regardless of how you feel about the assailant’s politics or penchant for violence, it’s stunningly clear that in the midst of this Trump Presidency, we are losing ourselves. The Comey testimonies, along with Trump’s reaction to alleged ties with the Russian Government, have now revealed the disturbing possibility that Donny might have obstructed justice like a cheap dictator with aviators. The fact that an investigation into this obstruction has surfaced is not surprising, but we all need to hope that Mueller doesn’t get the axe either in this case.
It’s harrowing stuff folks. Really. However, one’s outrage about these very disturbing allegations (or other issues in general) has to be tempered so that it’s channeled in the right way. Go talk to your Reps. Hash it out with your Conservative friends and co-workers. Point it out to a fellow passenger on the Metro whose face is frowning just as much as yours when you both read the Express. Get your pals together and run for office. Do all those things. Just don’t go out and hurt people. Just don’t. We don’t need that shit right now. We’ve got enough of it in front of the TV as is.
We welcomed good ol’ Donny Trump with a gigantic middle finger of a march as the streets in D.C. turned hot pink. He responded with falsehoods, namely something we now call alternative facts. He shat on all sorts of things last week, but that fucking ban more or less broke the camel’s back. It’s been less than a month and Donny Trump has already taken a huge shit on the Constitution. He is wrecking lives. He is putting innocent people in absolute danger. He is caving into xenophobia and he is destroying the very thing that American’s greatness is built upon.
This whole migrant ban is a load of shit that can only come from a shoddy, deplorable administration like this. Paul Ryan is even defending the move, explaining, like the rest of the soulless hacks you’d find in Congress, that it was done to protect the American people. Well guess what Paul, NO ONE GIVES A RAT’S ASS about what you think. No amount of backtracking, victim-blaming and alternative facts can clean up the mess this whole incident churned up. This is why I’m thrilled to see so many people march all over the country against this shit.
However, as others have pointed out, what if this is all part of Bannon’s strategy? What if this is all shock-and-awe? Given how sneaky Trump’s cabinet is, I believe it’s time to be vocal and vigilant whenever unconstitutional crap like this comes storming our way. Today’s rejoice in Washington state’s halt on this ban is welcome indeed, but let’s not forget the fact that there’s still a fight on our hands for the next four years. Making this administration pay for its crimes is a longshot, but nothing ever gets done unless you get your feet wet and march. No one up there ever gets afraid about their broken promises unless you shout and holler at them on the street. And lastly, we will always take our liberties for granted unless we stand up to defend them together. The U.S. is not without sin and has much to pay for in relation to the Third World, but if we can unite and use that guilt, that clarity of conscience to defend the only redeemable element of this country, then we can truly earn the respect of the world as being, irrefutably, the land of the free.
Year of the Rooster? How about year of the Orange Clucker??? Here’s hoping that you’re ready to eat a ton of bird because this year will be so full of guano that the only comfort you’d have is knowing where all that shit came from. It’s ONLY BEEN A WEEK and the Donald has shat on everything you could think of. Please be merry, please enjoy dumplings or a hot pot and PLEASE think of positive things folks. We’re in for a long one, so let’s celebrate now, and get ready to bring it to “Donny” in the coming year.
If you thought 2015 was god-awful, then boy do you need a slap in the face. 2016 is full of such madness, such despair and such fuckery that I cannot begin to imagine what 2017 will be like (have I said this before???). With such an unprecedented turn of events happening at the speed of your stupid Facebook feed, it’s no wonder that we’d all like to just throw the year down a trash bin and burn it. Where shall we begin everyone? Who or what shall I discuss first? What in God’s name were the positives? Do snow monkeys make snow balls and eat them? We’ll go over it all as we begin with….
Thanksgiving has finally snuck up behind us and we haven’t a damn clue of what we are doing. Are we cooking anything? Do you know what you’re going say to your Trump-loving relatives? Can Gary Johnson make Pumpkin Pie? Who died and made you King? Now before you answer these questions, here’s 14 tips to help you survive this Holiday without setting yourself on fire. They are all obvious nods to the Onion, but this is my blog and I’m sticking to it!
I continue to be filled with both despair and fire after Tuesday’s result, where the popular vote for Hilary was overshadowed by the Electoral juggernaut of Donald Trump. Nothing encapsulates this more than Van Jones’ emotional response on the verge of the Republican’s grasp of the Presidency.
I kid you not. This is a gym around where I used to work in Tampa. Can you guess what kind of gym it is?
When you watch a film like Zack Snyder’s 300, there’s so much in it that appeals to us in a primitive sense. There’s this sense that you, the hero (or in this case, Sparta) and his or her way of life is threatened by foreign hordes. There’s also this inherent love of muscle and military might that borders on the fanatical. Lastly, there’s this inherent feeling of righteousness in smiting the ‘other’, which is exemplified in the film’s last words from Dillios:
The enemy outnumber us a paltry three to one, good odds for any Greek. This day we rescue a world from mysticism and tyranny and usher in a future brighter than anything we can imagine.
I remember how twisted my feelings got when I heard those last words in the theater. Sure I had fun, but I seriously never knew that in the years to come, that “world [of] mysticism and tyranny” meant me…meant us.