Still not bloggy, but…


“A person holding up their tattooed arms in front of their face” by Drew Hays on Unsplash

I did put up my political column this morning, if you feel like a bit of my voice, though it’s not one our usual topics over here. Here’s a taste; click the link at the end if you’d like to continue.

We will have #AccountaClub and #JUkNOWuCanDoIt tomorrow, emotionally rain or shine.

I know. I want to make it all go away too.

Right about now, I don’t want to talk about politics. Right about now, I don’t want to talk about children flippantly separated from their parents, taken without proper process and apparently with no intention of return.

Right about now I want to crawl into a cozy cave lined with magically-no-calorie cakes and sweets and fluffy fluffy television and a unicorn to help me pick the shows.


Protest marches against child concentration camps info


As promised, here is the information for the marches in protest of the childen’s concentration camps. How this isn’t the only thing everyone is focusing on I just don’t know.

These children will have lasting trauma from what this regime is inflicting.

Participate. Contact your representatives. Don’t be fooled if your Republican reps are talking about how bad it is; until they actually sign Sen. Feinstein’s Keeping Families Together Act, it’s nothing but noise.


Children’s concentration camps are here. WAKE. UP.


Look, there are children in concentration camps. We’ve only seen pictures of the boys; we don’t know where the girls are. ICE wants to destroy records of deaths, assaults and sexual assaults.

Kids will be placed in tents in Texas, where summer temperatures routinely reach 100 degrees Fahrenheit. To say nothing is to be complicit.

Children reportedly sit on benches staring straight ahead. They get only 2 hours of recreational time. They are not permitted to hug their siblings; no adults are permitted to soothe crying children.

This is an atrocity. This is not political; this is humanitarian.

Children. Are. In. Concentration. Camps.

Republicans could end this practice at any time. The White House could end it with a phone call. But it is deliberate. They know. They want this.

Please call your representatives, especially if they are Republicans. Children will die in those tent cities. Adults died when Joe Arpaio put them in tents in Arizona. Children will die.

I’m hearing rumblings of nationwide marches; I’ll post details here when I know more.




A Country that Would Bully a Child in a Wheelchair


Today I was planning on sharing with you the pictures I took from the Cubs World Series parade. And at some point I will. Granted sooner would probably be better for my views of said pictures, but some things are more important than views.

If you follow me on Twitter, you know I’ve become pretty vocal about politics. I’m actually very political, but I keep it off of my blog. As long as you treat others with kindness and respect, no matter how they differ from you, everyone is welcome here.

But that’s why this post is necessary. Kindness and respect. During this election cycle, I’ve seen a side of my fellow Americans I naively thought had died decades ago. A seething mass of hatred and anger, of suggestions of violence doled out as punishment for existing in a different kind of body, for exercising the constitutional right to vote, for exercising the constitutional right to free speech or for freedom of the press.

It gets so much worse, though. Here’s the thing I just can’t shake.

I’ve seen a candidate for President of the United States mock a person with a disability on a national stage. And when I thought it couldn’t get more horrendous than that, that same candidate ejected a child with cerebral palsy from his rally. A child who needs an electronic device to speak. A 12-year-old child in a wheelchair.

Apparently the crowd even began pushing/kicking the chair. Imagine that, being a child in a crowd like that, a child who does not have full control over his own body, and the crowd starts to interfere with your only means of autonomy.

Ever since reading about this incident, it has haunted me. The adult targets of irrational hate, we can fend for ourselves, as we have for centuries. We can fight back through the system, and when the system fails us, we create our own systems, and we survive.

But we are talking about a child with a disability who was bullied and intimidated not only by mob of mouth-foaming adults, but an actual candidate for the highest office in this country. How can we accept that?

We, the adult targets of hate and non-targets of hate alike, have a responsibility to that child, as we do to all children. Even if we can’t prevent bullying by peers, we can decree that adults bullying children is not acceptable.

The best way to say that is to refuse to elect a bully as our next president.

I’ve found this election so sad, as I’ve learned how many other Americans are willing to fully embrace hatred, or turn a blind eye to hatred, or flatly deny the blatant hatred in front of them exists.

Please don’t be such an American. Please vote for an America where everyone has value.

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