Please stop doing that.
Sorry. I’ll check back in when I can word a response appropriately.
As I drifted into waking today, I felt the most astounding and powerful sense of wellness, wholeness, and goodness. The accompanying idea was, something must be done, and something will be done, he will be removed from office and the world will be made right again, and I was sure of it. Of course that’s pure fantasy and denialism because with R’s controlling both houses of Congress and the White House, it’s not changing.
I even made a point of saying “President Trump, President Trump” over and over throughout the day to avoid slipping into denial. My subconscious has other ideas.
Forgot your gif.
Agreed. I think that’s where it’s rooted.
ETA: That the 21st century’'s centers of fascism are America and Russia, the two countries that lost the most lives in the fight against fascism, is especially bitter. Humanity, though, is not locked by borders. We’re a species of ideas. We crossed the Bering Strait. Maybe we can even cross this eventually.
Heaven help us all.
I think about our decedents. You all know I’m a physicist and I love physics. General Relativity taught us that the future is as real as the present. Our children are counting on us, even if they don’t know it yet.
ETA: And our parents seem to know this intuitively, so we, armed with scientific verification, have no excuse.
That’s why my heart feels like it has a lump of stone in it. I haven’t been able to eat, all day… and I still have no appetite.
I keep thinking about my kid, who’s just about ready to enter puberty.
And this batshit insane misogynistic world I fucking resigned her to, just by procreating.
I’m scared shitless for her, and not I’m not ashamed to admit it.
If immortal aliens landed right now and asked What have you mortals to fear?, I’d tell them to try having kids and then get back to me.
I don’t know, I think President Fuckface Von Clownstick has a nice ring to it.
I’m just waiting for another head of state to refer to him as such.
I was thinking yesterday that after this election, I’m especially really glad I don’t have kids. Then I hung out in the LGBTQ center for a while … and realized that most of the students are younger enough than me to be my kids, and while I don’t have the responsibility for them in anything like the way a parent would, I feel much the same fear for them that you’re describing. One of my closer friends there just turned 20 on Tuesday. She’ll be living with the fallout (hopefully not literally) for much longer than I will.
Can I just say, Canada is just generally horrified.
Its like if your best friend marries an alcoholic abusive cheater… “But why, they’re horrible, they said they want to burn your house down!” “They didn’t mean it, and once we’re married they’ll change, you’ll see!”
Granted, a lot of this is self serving. Our house is attached to your house. We’re in business together. We’re distant cousins. Anything that happens to you guys is going to trickle down to us. But most of it is just horror… horror and checking of maps to see how far north I’d have to move to avoid nuclear fallout.
In Nunavut you’d never even notice the difference between nuclear winter and regular winter.
Sure you would.
They sky would be dark for twelve months of the year instead of six.
Right there with you…my daughters are old enough to be aware how dangerous this is, but they can’t know how guilty I feel for being the generation that hands this to them.
“Last night’s erection” was originally a typo, but I kept it when I realized that the Trump victory was basically a giant rage boner.
What about President Fintan Stack?