Little by little our rights are being exported to other countries. Countries we, as Americans, touted as, backwater, backwoods and backwards. Pro Choice? Pro Life? Pro…Do the Next Right Thing…is ebbing away.
So, you take a woman’s right to choose away? So, you take gay rights away? So, you take the environment away? Bit by bit, little pieces of Me/US gone!
Detention without Provocation
Surveillance Society ( a rapid expansion of data collection, storage, tracking, and mining)
I am not prepping for ‘doomsday’ but…I am concerned about the state of living in America.
Hate crimes on the rise! Homegrown terrorists…on the rise. Hate speech from our elected officials…on the rise. Children who are more accustomed to having their heads in the wi-fi sand than in a physical book, on the rise. The list goes on and on and on.
We should not be at a point in this nation where witnessing acts of pure, unadulterated, disdain, with our morning coffee…is commonplace.
Cartoons of particular notions not being televised because it may disturb the family balance.
Children being torn away from their parents and placed in nothing more than 2019’s version of concentration camps.
And, so it goes?
Now our elected officials have up’d their game! And have come up with a new and improved manner in which to show off the vulgarity of hate!
The Department of Housing and Urban Development (HUD) has announced plans to roll back Obama-era protections for transgender people who are experiencing homelessness. The change would allow shelters to turn people away by claiming a “religious” exemption.
So-called “religious freedom” exemptions have become popular with the religious right as evangelicals attempt to use it as a license to discriminate against LGBTQ people and women. The federal law was not intended to be used as a get-out-of-jail-free card for civil rights violations.
Christianity is based off the belief that Jesus Christ was a benevolent savior. He repeatedly taught that his followers should help the homeless and destitute without judgement. That would be the opposite of what modern evangelical Christians seek to do under the law.
Trump administration will give homeless shelters the right to turn away transgender people
read more at :LGBTQnation.com
The change would allow shelters to turn people away by claiming a “religious” exemption.By Bil Browning Wednesday, May 22, 2019
I tell what should be on the rise…Everyday People saying something! Everyday People who do not like what they are seeing.
What is that saying,
If you see something that’s not right! Say something!
When love walks in the room…Everybody stand up! Oh, it is good, good, good. Like Brigitte Bardot!
Now look at the people in the streets, in the bars! WE are all of us in the gutter. But some of us are looking at the stars. Look around the room…Life is unkind. WE fall but we keep getting up! Over and over and over and over.
Me and you, every night, everyday. We’ll be together always this way. Your eyes are blue like the heavens above. Talk to me darlings…with a message of love.
Now the reasons WE are here…
Every man, every woman…
Is to help each other
Stand by each other
When love walks in the room…Everybody stand up…
Say, I love you, I love you,
over and over and over!
#Message of Love/CHRISSIE HYNDE
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In these days of changing ways. So called liberated days. A story comes to mind of a friend of mine.
Georgie boy was gay…I guess. Nothing more or nothing less. The kindest guy I ever knew. His mother’s tears fell in vain the afternoon George tried to explain…he needed love like all the rest.
There must be a mistake. How can my son not be straight? After all I’ve said and done for him?
Leaving home on a Greyhound bus. Cast out by the ones he love. A victim of these ‘gay days’ it seems. Georgie went to New York town. Where he quickly settled down. And soon became the toast of the great white way.
Accepted by Manhattan’s elite in all the places that were chic. No party was complete without George. Along the boulevards he’d cruise. And all the old queens blew a fuse. Everybody loved Georgie boy.
The last time I saw George alive?
Was in the summer of ’75! He said he was in love…
George attended the opening night of another Broadway hype. But before the final curtain fell, deciding to take a short cut home. Arm and arm they meant no wrong. A gentle breeze blew down Fifth Avenue. Out of a darkened side street came a New Jersey gang with just one aim…to roll some innocent passer-by. There ensued a fearful fight. Screams rang out in the night. Georgie’s head hit a sidewalk cornerstone. A leather kid, a switchblade knife. The sight of blood dispersed the gang. A crowd gathered…the police came. An ambulance screamed to a half on Fifty-Third and Third.
Georgie’s life ended there! But I ask who really cares?
George once said to me…and, I quote…
Never wait or hesitate. Get in kid before it’s too late. You may never get another chance. Cause youth is a mask…but it don’t last. Live it long, Live it fast.
Georgie was a friend of mine!
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Right foot does not feel like it did…Sunday night?
Blissful Wizard had a higher THC ratio then recommended?
Date night sex was sooo…good. Monday should be the ‘layover’ flight to climaxing, again…on Tuesday?
I have my reasons for disliking Mondays. Mostly, incendiary thoughts and punitive puns that I have been getting away with for more years than I care to admit.
But Monday can have many meanings for many people. Take the Bob Geldof and Brenda Spencer! One would think these two…
Bob Geldof…Band-Aid, Live-Aid, political activist and all around…good guy
Brenda Spencer…arguably, America’s first…mass shooter. Or, perhaps, better put, America’s first High Profile, Homegrown…Wack-job, who just did not like Mondays!
**On Monday, Jan. 29, 1979, a journalist from The San Diego Union Tribune got the quote of a lifetime from 17-year-old Brenda Ann Spencer.
“I don’t like Mondays,” she said. “This livens up the day.”
The “this,” she had been referring to was the fact that she had just fired 30 rounds of ammunition into an elementary school, and was now barricaded inside her home.
A little before 8 a.m. that morning, children began to line up outside Grover Cleveland Elementary School in San Diego, California. They were waiting for their principal to open up the gates so they could head inside.
Across the street, Brenda Ann Spencer was watching them from her home, a ramshackle house filled with empty alcohol bottles and a single mattress she shared with her father. As the children lined up outside the gate, Spencer took out the Ruger 10/22 semi-automatic .22 caliber rifle that she’d gotten as a Christmas gift. Then, she aimed it out the window and began firing.
The principal of the school, Burton Wragg was killed as he was trying to help the kids through the gates. A custodian, Mike Suchar was killed trying to pull a student to safety.
With little or no collaboration, Bob and Brenda, had a bond. And, that bond became the most horrifyingly, disgusting, panic stricken day of the week…Monday
Say, Brenda, ‘Tell Me Why You Don’t Like Mondays!’
The silicon chip inside her head gets switched to overload. And nobody’s gonna go to school today. She’s going to make them stay home. And daddy doesn’t understand it.
He always said,
She is as good as gold.
And he can see no reason ’cause there are no reasons!
What reason do you need to be shown?
I don’t like Mondays! What other reason do you need to be shown?
The telex machine is kept so clean. And it types to a waiting world. Her mother feels so shocked. Father’s world is rocked! And their thoughts turn to their own little girl. Sweet 16 ain’t that peachy keen. No, it ain’t so neat to admit defeat. And all the playing has stopped in the playground now. She wants to play with the toys…awhile. And school is out early. Soon we will be learning the lesson today…
is how to die!
And then a bullhorn crackles and the captain tackles with the problems and the hows and the whys…
He can see no reason…No reason why…What reason does one need to die?
And, she says…she will speak her truth one more time..
I am Brangien [Brangaine] of Weisefort, Ireland, lady-in-waiting to my cousin Isolde, who became promised to King Marc of Cornwall. His nephew Tristan escorted us to England by ship. But Tristan and Isolde fell in love at sea. As ye may know, or will find out, they cite the philter they drank as the cause, over which I was supposed to keep vigil. I would like to share my perspective of how I have created good in the world through my herbs and observations. There is much to tell, including how I have adopted this odd language. In good time. My life is in God’s hands. –Inspired by the modern French translations of the Tristan and Isolde texts