When we rose up and declared we would not go quietly into the night?
Yesterday, we were making History, or Herstory – whichever you like.
I had a blog planned for today – ghosts, rainbows, puppies, and butterflies. You know, the kind I usually write. Unless I’m writing about depression – but that’s totally another blog for another time.
Here’s the thing. I was a mess this last week (as hundreds of thousands were) – even more so than during the election. I felt the anguish my friends were posting, I cried buckets. I jeered at the utter stupidity of this new regime, and took a ton of antacids.
Really – an entire bottle of antacids.
Leading up to and on the day of inauguration, I promised Sandy I would stay off social media. She’s the one who has to put me back together in the evenings when she gets home from work. She’s the one that’s worried when I’m so upset my chest hurts. She’s the one. Period.
But I didn’t – stay off social media that is. I felt helpless and yes, hopeless. I was born in the sixties and never marched in anything or for any cause. Was it because I didn’t believe in them? Hell no. It was because I was raised in an era where my mother believed it was better to be seen and not heard. I was raised by a woman who insisted we not make waves. I was advised to be a “sheep” and be happier. Do I blame her? Absolutely not. It was the way she’d grown up and the values that were handed down by her own mother.
I read the absolute garbage they want to hand us as truth. I am appalled by the denial I’m seeing. I know all about denial personally, but this is a level I’ve never seen before – half the nation is in it. And being mean about it too.
I was physically sick, and on the verge of going to the hospital for my chest pains.
I’m having horrible visions, and being told to “suck it up.” There’s nothing you can do about it now. Quit whining. Oh, and let’s not forget being called “stupid, and a loser.”
I’m heartbroken for our country. Do I believe that we needed change? Absolutely – but to hand it to this man – who time after time – proved he wasn’t worthy to hold the highest office. I just can’t.
Jesus, they wanted to impeach Bill Clinton for a B.J. and here stands our new president whom had several (very public) affairs – who was on tape – belittling and abusing his power over women. And I don’t want to list all his other transgressions – I just can’t.
Is it personal? Am I only looking at his faults? Am I twisting the facts?
Nah. They’re right there on film for anyone to see.
Now they’re screaming that it’s all the Media’s fault – and his people shouldn’t listen. I hear the propagation machine revving up. I’m waiting for the flyers to come streaming out of the sky.
But I did have HOPE yesterday.
My feed was FULL of positive energy – full of my friends who marched. Who showed we were NOT going quietly – who were NOT going to lay down and take it.
And he wants to argue his party was bigger.
Then a friend shared a link of Ashley Judd reciting Nina Donovan’s poem – and I KNEW, just knew – that I was witnessing something so much bigger than ourselves. We CAN be the catalyst.
I’ve played the video ten times at least. I then played it for Sandy, and I’m going to share and play it again, again, and again.
I had chills and I cried, for a good reason. Here is something I can shout from the rooftops.
And while I was looking for that particular link – the regime is already firing back.
“Ashley Judd is nuts.” Another one: “The women trashed our streets.” The insults are out and more are coming. Ridiculous – as what I’ve come to expect.
The new Press Secretary is insulting the media.
Really? I mean, really? Does he have any inkling of how
stupid ignorant that is?
Am I going to share those links?
Hell no. I won’t give them one iota of my energy.
I am proud today. More important – I feel empowered today.
Thank you all who made it marches all over the country. Thank you for standing up for me. Thank you for standing up for our daughters.
Thank you for standing up to the new regime.
Just – thank you from the bottom of my heart.