About six months ago, I had a conversation with someone where I expressed my concern at the rise of Christian nationalism in the country. I was told I was overreacting and to stop worrying about it. Since that time, a number of groups – Christian nationalists, conservative Christians, conservative republicans, etc. – have been saying the quiet part out loud.
If you don’t think guns are the problem, you’re talking about the wrong thing.
Tuesday morning was windy. It was so windy, I mentioned to Paul if I was still living in New York, I’d think a hurricane was coming, but this is western Nebraska, so it was just windier than usual. It would also turn out to be a good day.
On September 27, 2021, I pulled the plug on all my social media accounts. Despite my worries, it’s been absolutely worth it.
I am sure I will die soon. It is a matter of a few days. In this city, everyone is constantly waiting for death. I just want it not to be too scary. – testimony of a woman in #Mariupol
— Anastasiia Lapatina (@lapatina_) March 21, 2022
Translation: Russian warship, go fuck yourself.
Whenever tragedy occurs, humans attempt to make sense of the chaos it creates and often look for places of comfort when they feel helpless in meaningless tragedy. As the world watches the war in Ukraine unfold, artists have found their voices in art, regardless of its medium, to express themselves.
When I saw this picture this morning, it made me cry. British Neuroscientist Matthew Cobb, who occasionally blogs on Evolutionary Biologist Jerry Coyne’s “Why Evolution is True” blog, sent this picture to Jerry. It’s from a wall in Paris.
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