Now that title might be a little misleading since I regularly post baking recipes but it is in fact in reference to America’s birthday. I recently bought my own slice of the American pie, and despite recent whining about annoying events, I couldn’t be happier. Every single night I can expect hundreds of lightening bugs to dance across my yard and into the cemetery field beyond, and to be dive bombed by very large bats. (I love bats.) I can race my dogs across said field and be left promptly in Samus’ dust, Ozzy and I huffing and puffing and staring at her in disbelief. (That dog is fucking fast!) We’ve had a fire and roasted corn on the cob followed by s’mores while watching fireworks bloom over the cemetery. I sit on our patio and read or drink coffee and just relax with the animals. There hasn’t been time to explore much of the new town yet (other than an amazing ice cream parlor) but that’s okay, because I like just sitting and enjoying my little quarter of an acre of America.
So Happy Birthday America! Your politics might be fucked but I’ll just tend to my little slice of the pie right now and worry about all that later. Today is a day for peaceful existing.
Please go home. You made the decision to go big or go home and you lost. You knew this photo shoot was going to be controversial when you were doing it and now you’re crying crocodile tears. Do you know why you lost this battle? Because you caved to pressure. You apologized when you shouldn’t have. Stand by your convictions or stop standing up for things if you can’t take the heat.
The Trump family is bullying you? Big surprise there, but let’s be honest, this is how many families would react when a family member is insulted. They rally the wagons, right or wrong. Let’s be honest again, Kathy, you’ve been a bully to other people a number of times over the years, doesn’t feel too good to be on the receiving end now does it?
Death threats? Again, how did you not see that coming? Trump has an incredible amount of orc-shit crazy supporters. Apparently, no one warned you about poking crazy people.
Throwing metal bands who have been criticizing politicians for eons under the bus? Cowardly. Don’t blame other protesters for getting away with things that you couldn’t. You tried to make it about the fact that you’re a woman and they’re men so they didn’t get punished. No. They didn’t get punished because they have the backbone to stand up to their actions and suffer any consequences. Example: GWAR’s response was 100% GWAR; “GWAR doesn’t apologize. Ever.”
Lastly, the picture wasn’t even good. The metal bands all did it better.
I won’t pretend that the current presidential administration hasn’t inspired me to do many things in opposition to them. Peaceful protest, signing numerous petitions, watching politics closely, no longer restraining my tongue against ignorance, supporting the free press, educating myself on the issues and researching politicians.
A recent discussion with The Shameful Narcissist and then with my husband, has fueled yet another quest in opposition. I’ve felt for a few years now that I missed my calling as a biologist, so after we purchase our first house, we’re both going to look into going back to school. Myself for environmental science and my husband for information technology. As my husband so eloquently said, “There’s no reason not to.”
Unfortunately neither one of us can quit our jobs and go to school full time (especially after buying a house) so it will be several years before I can even complete my Associate’s Degree but I’m excited none the less. FOR SCIENCE!
Let’s face it. If you’ve been following this blog for any amount of time, I am not a quiet woman. I’m starting a new section of this blog to dedicate to political things. Now, maybe you come here for the book reviews, or baking recipes or cute pet photos, those things will still be my main focus. But, as a woman, living in Trump nation, well, I’ve got some shit to say about that.
So if you don’t like it, feel free to skip those ones by. Or unfollow me. Because here’s the thing, I’ve spent most of my life not giving two fucks if someone likes me and now that I’m older and even more comfortable in my skin, I don’t give three fucks if someone likes me.
I have no intentions of making this a political blog, despite my intent to become much more politically active. But, I think some of us could use a little lift-me-up, some inspiration as we wrap our heads around recent events.
My personal motto for the next four years:
“Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
Also important to remember:
“First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out – Because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out – Because I was not a Trade Socialist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out – Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me – and there was no one left to speak for me.”
Therefore, I reserve the right to change my mind and speak out on MY blog. I originally began this as a place to rant anonymously, I calmed down over the years. I’m not calm anymore and I can’t care to remain anonymous.