Free-floating dread
Inauguration day is less than a week away.
Excuse me, coronation day.
At least in the minds of many MAGA followers.
Bear in mind that this is a four-year jaunt that may leave many of our democratic processes in ruin. All at the whim of a man-child who has never been told no in his very life. Or at least never told no and listened to it.
The free-floating dread is REAL.
Ruby Red states are feeling their oats/lack of self-control and are trying to shove very unpopular policies onto the rest of us. Like further eroding of women’s bodily rights, their nonsense about trans rights, and, this just in from passing the House, banning trans women from playing women’s sports. It should be pointed out that none of these bills and laws have anything to say about a trans man who plays men’s sports.
Not to mention the other things like the Texas babies who are being abandoned in dumpsters or in ditches. Consequences of their own actions but they will deny it and babies and women will continue to die. Or the newly resurrected bill that would send women in SC to death row for getting an abortion. Or the new crap out of Mississippi that has a life-in-prison penalty for even giving money to a teenager seeking an abortion.
I, for one, have no problem with using the same bathroom as a trans woman. In fact, it won’t even cross my mind to ask what is in their pants/skirt. Because it is none of my business and she is just trying to live her life.
I, for one, would rather be in a forest with a bear. This is in reference to a conversation I had with my husband last week about man v bear in the woods and he was shocked when I chose the bear. I cannot get it through to him that at least the bear doesn’t want to kill me/hurt me at all times.
No, it isn’t all men. But it is enough of them. Just as the 70,000-member strong Telegram group that were sharing pointers about how to get away with rape was discovered at the end of December.
This is really scary stuff and I, for one, am dreading next week. And all of his DAY ONE promises. I am not concerned about myself but for others.
Project 2025 shit is bearing down on us really quickly.
Mercy on our hearts and brains.
May our mothers and daughters, sisters and aunts, be safe.
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