Gray today, rain on the way in a bit, and it definitely looks like it. I don’t mind it today, though.
We can all use a little rain now and then.
It’s one of those days when I feel like I used up my words for the week, as though I have a set number and once they’re gone, they’re gone.
Of course writing doesn’t work like that, but there are definitely times when it feels like it does. The words are out there, somewhere.
I think the melancholy weather fits the melancholy mood, between women who were girls who were trafficked having to scream from the top of their lungs for anyone to give even a passing shrug, to the continued insistence that my beautiful, scenic city is a “hellhole,” it’s wearing.
That is the intention, no doubt.
But the idea that another state can, uninvited, send military into my state sets a chill like few others. You should feel that too.
Much has been made about shootings over the weekend, but in this country, there are shootings everywhere. There are red states with populations close to or even less than the Chicago metropolitan area; they likely had more, they just don’t report them.
If there was any concern about gun violence at all, then donald and republicans would be talking about gun control, not sending armed military to a city and state that have made it clear they need no such “help.” Not violating federal law by attempting to use military for law enforcement.
Not violating our state’s rights.
Remember when republicans were into “state’s rights?”
Umm hmm.
In fact, republicans went to great lengths to have Chicago’s gun safety laws overturned. Republicans have spent decades expanding gun ownership, making sure that every Tom, Dick and Billy Bob can have weapons of war.
A whole stockpile if they want.
To claim that any gun violence is a “problem” is to douse the country in gasoline, light a match and claim the fire isn’t the issue, it’s the people being incinerated.
The truth is today I am sick, sick of the hypocrisy, sick of the grandstanding, sick of the abject evil people welcomed into our lives. Welcomed and worshipped.
Nauseating.
My city needs no help from donald. Donald is no help to anyone really, if, indeed, that is him and not a body double.
You know. That’s what I overheard at a quaint diner.
Huh, look. I found the words after all.
And with that, I wish you a wonderful Wednesday.
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