Thursday, November 10, 2016

Day 2 of the Resistance

Day 2 of the Resistance was kind of underwhelming.  My usual rage was hijacked by the flexeril I'm taking for a spasming back.

I have continued, however, to post pictures and stories of newly emboldened misogynists and racists on my Facebook feed.  I want every person who voted to Trump, Stein, or Johnson to know exactly what they've done. That even if that man said those things to get attention, people took him seriously. That this is what third-party voters' special snowflake principles helped to bring about.

Swastikas are popular, as is groping. An entire kindergarten chanted, "Build that wall!" Homophobic graffiti abounds. African-Americans have been threatened at gunpoint. Jesus Christ, there have been suicides, both of transgender people and people who have lost hope regarding their health care and figured they might as well end their lives sooner than later.

DO YOU GET IT, YET? Lives have been utterly destroyed, and he hasn't even been sworn into office yet! I hope that claustrophobic, privileged little  life you voted to preserve suffocates you, because it hasn't been worth this.

Hey, look at that. The flexeril wore off.

I'll talk to y'all again tomorrow.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Let's Get This Party Started

So, yeah. That happened. That person is now President of the United States.

I'm still not entirely sure I'm not giving up on the shit show[1] that the American Experiment has become. I continue to reserve that right, but I know for sure that in the meantime I have to speak up. Loudly. Often. So, *spreads arms* here I am.

And I am angry. Furious. Wrothful. I am at the end of my rope with many of my fellow Americans, and, like the man said, I'm not going to take it anymore. Appropriately enough, I turn 43 in 41 minutes, and my main resolution for this upcoming trip around the sun is to stand up and fight: the patriarchy, racism, misogyny, homophobia, transphobia... At this point, if you name it and it marginalizes a group, I'll take a swing at it. I do not anticipate this being difficult, as I have run out of fucks to give[2].

I have named this blog for my two favorite historical shit-kickers, St. Thomas Becket and St. Thomas More. Both spoke truth to power. Both fought the establishment head on. Of course, both also paid the ultimate price for their courage, but I'll try not to dwell on that aspect. Relatedly, I am a practicing Catholic, and I will undoubtedly also wind up tackling those idiots from time to time as well[3].

One last administrative note: I am the final arbiter of what is and is not appropriate in these parts. I do not feed the trolls, I block them and delete their comments. My house, my rules--deal with it.

So, let's get this party started, shall we?

1. I curse a lot. You should probably get used to it.
2. See note 1.
3. Except Pope Francis. Love Francis.  Most of the time, anyway.