Tea With Me
8th November, 2024
Friday
Snow Beauty. Cold White Blanket. Clear Blue Sky. Sparkle crystals sun ignited. Light.
Yesterday I wrote. Dump Rant. Dark fear soul pit pouring words.
Friends call. Full with mirrors for my own suspicions and perceptions of what may come. Posts all reflecting my own interior.
Rage, frustration. Dimming hope of an eruption of reports about false ballots. I cannot look for news of what I suspect as all is full of what may come with The Creature and his Orks.
Project 2025. Financial collapse. Nukelike inflation. Oil drilling rape of National Parks.
And how much of what he said campaigning will actually come to pass. He is a con man afterall. And how long will Musk and K,Jr. tolerate his swinging.
Oh, God, make this go away.
How could this tally of the country be truly reflective of our majority. All those who didn’t Vote? Claims ranging from I live in a red state to my vote doesn’t count to I don’t like either party to I don’t have enough information about HER to I hate what is happening in Gaza…WTF!!! Don’t they get it!!! This was potentially their last chance to exercise their one Power, Their Vote!!!
Was it because she is Woman and therefore in the primitive base male lizard brain SHE represents societal Castration? And She is Black which carries all the horrors of inherent must suppress those who are OTHER.
I could vomit. I might.
As a Woman gifted with a traditional male education in the 60s 70s and 80s who reached reproductivity in February of 1973, I lived my reproductive years fully entitled to make any reproductive decision I chose. I have two beautiful, talented, professionally respected daughters later.
Those daughters now have less federal rights than I do. One lives in a RED State. One lives in a Blue State as do I.
Will they lose the right to have a bank account, credit cards, have a mortgage, own a home without a man?
Will my married gay friends lose their marriage status? Will my Trans beloveds lose their fragile rights?
My head and heart are reeling.
One friend, a law professor, while in Texas at a convention, texted a brilliant assessment of what we are facing on Wednesday. Encyclopedic it was. On and on for half an hour. All reaffirming the Death I am greiving in my bones.
The Death of this Republic. I have ancestors who circled with Jefferson. A cousin has a letter from Jefferson to that ancestor dated 4th July, 1815 after the War of 1812 had been won. Jefferson was writing to celebrate the survival of this Republic.
This Republic which now may well be in its Death throes.
Am I suffering from the spinned impression of the media I trust which painted such a bleak certain future under The Creature? Oh no.
I am not deluded.
The Creature is a convicted Felon, a sexual Predator, an Insurrectionist, a Bankrupt both fiscally and morally.
On Wednesday morning I uttered to two friends, “I don’t know if I can survive this.”
But…
I have 8 dog children and 2 human children with attachments, a husband who is a pillar of steadiness and a community of 69,174,882 Harris Voters and I am certain that within a few months a huge percentage of Creature Voters will have reason to waken from his spell.
In the meantime, those texts I have deleted for the last three months after I maxed out my Amex in Harris’ first three weeks are still coming. Now they are coming with FIGHT opportunities. I have donated three times this morning. This last one touting to be from Chuck Schumer to support “The No Kings Act” caught me. I have donated.
I have dogs whining for outside snow romp and my brain is swirling again.
Tea was Green with Manuka.
Tea With Me 