Twaddle
Twaddle
The nonsense coming from sources is overwhelming. Who to believe? What is true, what is a lie? A person is dead with the last words being "I'm not mad at you" vs someone surviving the encounter using the ever popular "f**king bitch." It would appear being a no-brainer: the driver meant no harm, but the shooter had intent to harm. If there is an intent to harm, common sense tells us the shooter is the aggressor.
As for commonly insulting women, the current administration has made it normal. A self-declared pussy grabbing, boastful politician, encouraging getting away with shooting someone on 5th Ave leads this nation. All the insecure cowards unite and feel powerful: men and women. A woman leads the DHS, a woman justifies communications from the White House, women on the Supreme Court can balance the scales of justice. Let's not forget the women in the House and Congress are complicit as well. The "f**king bitches?"
The common notion that we are dogs to this current elite is reprehensible. The notion survivors of elite sex trafficking cannot get their due process is unconscionable. Taking Greenland? A cabinet confirmed to advise has failed us, but we are not common. We have been raised with dignity and free will. This is our inheritance. We are not breeders for man's abuse, but born with the ability to reason and rise beyond "man's inhumanity to man." We march on!
I realize my contribution to the noise is twaddle: a stream of emotional disbelief. From the backseat of an old 64 yellow Ford questioning "are we there yet." The destination being both grandparent's farms where fresh bread, card playing, and a taste of Wild Irish Rose Wine or a German longneck beer awaits. The language of the adults not always English! Listening to a generation telling us we're American. One grandma hiding sugar for her neighbors from the G-Men. Another grandma, oldest of twelve, retelling stories of plowing strapped to horses. My parent's named me after these Minnesota women. May the belief in the resurrection reunite us. May our nation and best selves be reconciled.
May the ICE Gang not shoot me when I say: dude, f**k yourself, these boots are made for walking!
Until next time.
Wina