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Vote. Your life likely depends on it

My black and blue computer chair is quite comfy. I sit in it each day to read the news. It’s where I write the majority of the things that come tumbling out of my brain. It’s an old comfort, full of tears where cat claws have made their mark. The chair has served me well for nearly a decade.

For the past month, however, I have sat down in my trusty chair, rested my fingers on my keyboard, and…I…just…can’t. There are things in my head that want to come out, but after reading the news, I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut. I feel like I did when I was a little girl. A major right was taken away from me on June 24, 2022.  Every day since the Dobbs decision, there has been a story of someone who wants to further restrict my rights and all those memories come rushing back. I can’t switch it off. My brain still tries to protect me when something triggers me, even if it’s only a headline.

Today, I’d like to take you through the last 36 hours of my news feed and offer a solution, vote.

Monday Musings: It’s just another day now

I’ve always struggled with the day and what it means for the majority of people who live in the United States. So many have never truly been free. I haven’t celebrated it in more than 20 years.

They won’t stop until all women are chattel

I’m finding it difficult to find the words to speak right now. Each time I pick myself up and look for a rational way to move on, those who wish to control me push me back down.

Of rage and despair and a right to speak

A small statue rests in a field in western Nebraska.

I sat behind my computer last Friday waiting for the latest installment of Supreme Court decisions. I do this regularly during each session to see what the court has ruled on.

I opened a tab to the Supreme Court website where decisions are posted, then opened another tab to the SCOTUSblog website, where a live text feed is available when decisions are handed down.

Monday Musings: What’s it like in the USA?

In case you can’t read the embedded link, here’s what it says:

Everything seems to be run by a bunch of 80yo senile assholes, and I don’t know why we’re just ok with all that.

The entire government seems to be made up exclusively by either total racist dipshits or smarmy rat-fuck weasels. Neither group seems capable of actually doing anything except blaming the other group for everything.

At this point, the “republicrats” are really just one stupid broken thing, and I’d like to throw that thing in the fucking dumpster where it belongs.

I’m not sure I can add anything to this comment. We need an entire reset because the American experiment is coming to an end.

Apparently, I’m the one to blame for everything

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.

Richard Scarry’s Busy, Busy 21st Century Classroom

If you don’t think guns are the problem, you’re talking about the wrong thing.

They don’t care

I’ve been thinking a lot about this post from Reddit last week and thought I would share as I feel kind of voiceless right now about a lot of things. It states a lot of the things I’m thinking right now.

An open letter to Gov. Pete Ricketts and Sen. John Stinner

This morning, I sent emails to Nebraska Governor Pete Ricketts and my state representative, Senator John Stinner. Last month, the legislature narrowly defeated a bill that would have banned abortion in the state. Since the SCOTUS draft leak, Gov. Ricketts has been making the rounds in the media indicating he may call an emergency session of the state legislature to try and pass the bill again. He would like to ban all abortions, without exceptions for rape and/or incest.

I can rage on the internet all I want, but these two men are my only hope for abortion to remain legal in the state. I don’t know if my letter, my words, or my story would sway them to reconsider, but I had to try.

A good day

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.

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