Tuesday Top of Mind 1/21/25- Limbering up the “NO, I don’t think so” muscle

Warning: this might be a VERY SWEARY and a VERY CAPS-LOCK post. Or not. Behave accordingly.

Somewhere not very far from where I am, about 390 miles give or take, is a man who has never heard the word no and not reacted like a spoiled, entitled brat.

To parody the meme, “Someone has never been told no and sent to bed without supper and it shows.”

Has anyone ever told this man no and slapped his hand while he was reaching for something that wasn’t his?

Strike that. I am sure that plenty of people have. He has the guilty verdicts to show for it.

Has this man ever had to face the consequences of his own actions? I would hazard a guess at that. And that guess would be no.

It helps to know that the crap that is going on in Washington D.C. amounts to nothing more than a tantrum.

A tantrum from a spoiled brat.

I just feel sorry for the people who will be hurt/killed/smeared out of existence by his very presence where he is. For the people who will lose their healthcare coverage, or their right to exist as they want to. The group that I am afraid will suffer the most are the women. I am lumping in ALL women, be they born female or not.

We are facing a very dark and dangerous future.

Because we as a nation told this spoiled man-child no.

How dare we?

And then we went and fought the pandemic that he mismanaged.

Inflation sucked, yes, but it sucked WAY harder in other countries who didn’t enjoy our “soft” landing.

Greed is the rot and the root of all the challenges that everyday Americans have lived with over the last four years. Corporate greed, individual greed, billionaire greed. Billionaires who are not content to have all the toys in the sandbox but instead demand the sand as well. Normies like you and me can play in the dirt. Until they want that too because we are surviving without them and that IS NOT in their business plan.

Today I am just going to breathe. I am not going to react, I am not going to rend my clothes or pull my hair, or do something rash.

What I am going to do is breathe and document. Just like a nurse in an emergency should.

I know I’ve written about my first ACLS teacher, the beginning of my first ACLS class, and her counseling us that the first thing to do in a code is to take our own pulse. This is to check in with ourselves and remind us that there is a patient who is dying in front of us, and we have to do something about it.

This is our code, Democracy and the America that I love is dying in front of us.

Take your pulse, check in with yourself, and get ready to resist.

Because he has been told no once, time for him to hear it a whole bunch of times. From every corner of the country. Together we can drown out the sycophants and cultists that, until now, have been shouting louder.

Bullies try to silence those who stand up to them. Have you ever considered why? If our voices didn’t have power, they wouldn’t try so hard to silence us.

As I tell my coworkers, if they are afraid to speak up call me and I will. I will absolutely yell back at the men in power, real or imagined. Tell me if you want me to be louder because you can’t. I don’t even need a reason to raise my voice.

See if I don’t.

I know how to use the word no and I am not afraid to use it.

Grieve if we must. I certainly understand the impulse but we also have to be ready to counter moves by the administration. Bought as it was.