Well, last week happened.
The best I’ve heard/seen is that “I knew a lot of men hated women, but I didn’t realize how many women hated women”.
I mean hated/feared same thing, right?
Women didn’t show up for other women, instead they voted for some nebulous promise to make eggs cheaper?
Yes, inflation sucked, sucks, and will continue to suck.
But the seeds of inflation started in 2017 when the transfer of power began and the kowtowing began to those rich in money, but not in morals, started immediately. Tax cuts for the wealthiest ring a bell?
And the covid pandemic, you remember the covid pandemic don’t you? Well, that just accelerated the inflation that had already begun.
Again, inflation sucks.
Suddenly our buying power is a lot less than it was. And don’t get me started on shrinkflation where what once a 24 oz bag of chips, became a 22 oz bag of chips, and a 20 oz bag of chips, and even a 16 oz bag of chips. I am conjecturing here, I don’t buy chips. But I do notice that money gets you a lot less these days.
But the fed was digging us out of the hole we were in. And it was working, faster and better than it had in just about every other country in the world. It was painful, I’ll admit. More painful for those who have less.
And the 2024 general election happened. Lies, lies, and more lies were told.
And immediately entitled men started showing their ass, chanting your body, my choice as if that was a thing.
No, my dude.
No, it is not.
No, we won’t date you.
No, we won’t sleep with you.
Just, no.
You can’t make women do anything we don’t want to do with threats of violence or of taking away choice. What are they going to try? To get rid of Roe? Too late. They’ve already done that and we are still fighting for all the women who can’t fight and all the babies they want to torture. But that’s another post for another day.
I admit I have blocked people with this “Your Body, my choice” attitude on my personal FB page. And I’d do it again and will probably have to.
The backlash against this limp dicked energy was swift.
I don’t choose to entertain their delusions of grandeur.
MY body, MY choice.
May your god of choice have mercy on your souls.
Dispatches from the Evening Shift 