gratitude-a-thon day 1037: the resistance

 

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Dear Sentate, PLEASE SAVE US. Dear resisters: KEEP RESISTING.

Sweet Jesus, I am hoping the senate can save us from this new acceptable way of being that Trump has popularized, which began during his campaign, when it became clear he was essentially against every group that wasn’t white and male. This was bad enough, to know we had a candidate that lacked character to such a degree that it seemed he might not even be a real person, but a programmed robot created to star in some stereotypical bad boy movie (after all, what human would choose to wear his hair that way). But it continued when his supporters pushed his grotesque behavior and bigotry aside and voted for him to become president. An essential respect for one another was destroyed at that moment. Basic decent humanity was put out to pasture in the middle of a corn field in a remote part of Iowa. Compassion is keeping it company.

Yesterday’s House vote to repeal the ACA is disgusting and outrageous. But most of all, and what really makes me sick (not sure if that’s covered) is that it feels utterly inhuman. It seems we are in a time where our republican politicians just don’t care about people. JUST. DON’T. CARE.

The list of pre-existing conditions that are excluded include things like a c-section. So imagine–your baby is in distress, and you don’t have the money to pay for a c-section to save his life–that’s a good, solid plan, I think.

I am done with anyone who has voted for Trump. Don’t even. Yup, it’s personal now.

I am so grateful to the millions who belong to the resistance. I know you’re tired, but you are keeping me going these days, and so many others.

 

gratitude-a-thon day 1020: Get out, no really GET OUT

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I have been trying to keep my mind off of politics.

But it’s so hard when there is slashing and burning of things that matter.

Is it possible that Trump is not an actual human being?

Anywho, last night’s political distraction was the movie Get OutAnd seriously, you should get out and see it. Talk about a political statement. I’m not going to give away any of the plot points, because 1) I always give away too much. 2) I always give away too much, but this is a movie that will create discussion at the dinner table. Like even if you’re eating alone–that’s how provocative it is.

It’s Jordan Peele, of Key and Peele’s directorial debut. Dude wrote it, too. In case you just thought he was a sidekick, or riding on Keegan Michael Key’s coattails, you will change your mind mighty quick once you see this movie and really ponder it’s depth.

Also, as if I didn’t think the big cushy barca-lounger chairs at the Super Lux and the full menu of food and drink brought to your seat weren’t decadent enough, BREAKING NEWS: they’re now offering free blankets. FREE. COZY. BLANKETS. If the economy goes to shit, I’m selling the house and living at the Super Lux (I actually think this is a viable plan).

Gratitude for distractions. Movies. Blankets. Anything not to have to watch our country disintegrate.

sad-a-tude-a-thon day 998:no more huddled masses, that’s how it starts

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My mother’s parents came here from Calabria, Italy. They opened a grocery store in Connecticut. My father’s Jewish parents came here from Russia and Austria. My grandfather worked in the hat industry in New York, and then Connecticut. My husband’s father came here from Vienna, after his father escaped from a concentration camp, a rich lawyer back home, he worked as a janitor once he arrived and became an accountant once he learned the language. My husband’s mother’s family came from England.

We are all immigrants. That’s what this country is made of. “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses…..” I’m proud of my ancestors. I’m proud to be of immigrant stock.

What are we doing right now? WHAT ARE WE BECOMING?

I’m only happy that my parents are dead, because this would kill them, like it’s killing me.