If anyone still reads this
I shall be pleasantly surprised
Late Spring and summer have been brutal. We lost our beloved dog this Spring, as you know. Then Chaz was in a car wreck that, thankfully, did not hurt her but totalled our only car and we had to spend our savings to get another. It has had teething troubles which I won't bore you with, but were costly at a time we didn't have it to give and irritating as it should have been a trouble-free time.
We've had friends going through horrendous times that we were helpless to do much more than send well-wishes and sympathy. Our families have dealt with issues as well, physical or household related that have been costly in time and/or money.
We both dealt with some vile bug during the worst of summer's heat that lasted just over a month. It was brought by one of Chaz's co-workers from overseas and disseminated to all who work at her company as well as their friends and families. It left me with a foul case of sinusitis that went on far longer than usual and a resistant case of bronchitis that made me wonder for a time if I was going to wake the next day since I could not get enough breath.
Despite all these misfortunes, thankfully now mostly in the past, nothing had seemed so bad, so threatening or disheartening... and then my brother's friend and co-worker (as dark-skinned as my brother) was harassed and beaten by Trump supporters while walking to the bus stop, and so my brother and his other poc friends and co-workers became wary of walking home or to the bus stop alone. My mother and I fretted, but no other incidents aside from jeering and name-calling went on and so a cautious sigh of relief was given.
Then last night happened.
I will not weep. I will not give in. I will not say he is not my president, because barring evident polling place abuse of some sort, it seems as if he was, in fact, properly elected, though none of my circle nor I voted for him. Enough did that feel his way is what is needed. I disagree, but will disagree by way of pointing out their fallacies and being as Beverly Crusher put it once, a mosquito. A mosquito is tiny, but dozens, hundreds, thousands will make life a misery and can even cause a deadly outbreak. There are no qualms over this because our opponents' outlined plans will be making many of our lives and our loved ones and friends' lives a misery and have already caused an infection (of bigotry and hatred) to get a foothold in our country and it would only be just if they suffered in turn. Not an infection of bigotry and hatred, however, which they thrive on after all, but one of enlightenment and awareness. They scoff at such things but it has always been enlightenment that cause soldiers to drop their swords and make peace and parents to realise they are hurting not helping a child they claim to love.
Yes, we lost a battle, but we have not lost the war. We are momentarily defeated, but we will fight on. We will call out injustices. We will point out every single way they are incorrect, inequitable, inhospitable and inhumane. They will not like this. They will try to stifle us. We will not care or be stifled.
Many of you want, at least for a time, to give in. That is understandable and I will not give up on anyone who chooses to withdraw to return when they feel stronger. If, for some unfathomable reason, you are among those who voted for and are glad of the outcome, peace to you and yours. Now take a moment to unfriend me. If you were following me for fic, it won't be posted here anyway.
That said, I will be starting to post/crosspost newslinks again, when I can. I'm working on other projects that take up my time and so, it's catch as catch can.
Peace to all of you. This too shall pass. It might pass like a kidney stone, but it will pass, of that I have no doubt. We will survive. Will our nation, the great experiment, survive? Well, the ingredients seem to have exploded, but there are more or other mixes we can try and greater care will now be taken. Just keep Neville away from the cauldron.
*sending a plea for strength to the great Potions Master in the beyond*
This entry is also posted to http://psyfic.dreamwidth.org/143384.html. You can comment there or here.
Late Spring and summer have been brutal. We lost our beloved dog this Spring, as you know. Then Chaz was in a car wreck that, thankfully, did not hurt her but totalled our only car and we had to spend our savings to get another. It has had teething troubles which I won't bore you with, but were costly at a time we didn't have it to give and irritating as it should have been a trouble-free time.
We've had friends going through horrendous times that we were helpless to do much more than send well-wishes and sympathy. Our families have dealt with issues as well, physical or household related that have been costly in time and/or money.
We both dealt with some vile bug during the worst of summer's heat that lasted just over a month. It was brought by one of Chaz's co-workers from overseas and disseminated to all who work at her company as well as their friends and families. It left me with a foul case of sinusitis that went on far longer than usual and a resistant case of bronchitis that made me wonder for a time if I was going to wake the next day since I could not get enough breath.
Despite all these misfortunes, thankfully now mostly in the past, nothing had seemed so bad, so threatening or disheartening... and then my brother's friend and co-worker (as dark-skinned as my brother) was harassed and beaten by Trump supporters while walking to the bus stop, and so my brother and his other poc friends and co-workers became wary of walking home or to the bus stop alone. My mother and I fretted, but no other incidents aside from jeering and name-calling went on and so a cautious sigh of relief was given.
Then last night happened.
I will not weep. I will not give in. I will not say he is not my president, because barring evident polling place abuse of some sort, it seems as if he was, in fact, properly elected, though none of my circle nor I voted for him. Enough did that feel his way is what is needed. I disagree, but will disagree by way of pointing out their fallacies and being as Beverly Crusher put it once, a mosquito. A mosquito is tiny, but dozens, hundreds, thousands will make life a misery and can even cause a deadly outbreak. There are no qualms over this because our opponents' outlined plans will be making many of our lives and our loved ones and friends' lives a misery and have already caused an infection (of bigotry and hatred) to get a foothold in our country and it would only be just if they suffered in turn. Not an infection of bigotry and hatred, however, which they thrive on after all, but one of enlightenment and awareness. They scoff at such things but it has always been enlightenment that cause soldiers to drop their swords and make peace and parents to realise they are hurting not helping a child they claim to love.
Yes, we lost a battle, but we have not lost the war. We are momentarily defeated, but we will fight on. We will call out injustices. We will point out every single way they are incorrect, inequitable, inhospitable and inhumane. They will not like this. They will try to stifle us. We will not care or be stifled.
Many of you want, at least for a time, to give in. That is understandable and I will not give up on anyone who chooses to withdraw to return when they feel stronger. If, for some unfathomable reason, you are among those who voted for and are glad of the outcome, peace to you and yours. Now take a moment to unfriend me. If you were following me for fic, it won't be posted here anyway.
That said, I will be starting to post/crosspost newslinks again, when I can. I'm working on other projects that take up my time and so, it's catch as catch can.
Peace to all of you. This too shall pass. It might pass like a kidney stone, but it will pass, of that I have no doubt. We will survive. Will our nation, the great experiment, survive? Well, the ingredients seem to have exploded, but there are more or other mixes we can try and greater care will now be taken. Just keep Neville away from the cauldron.
*sending a plea for strength to the great Potions Master in the beyond*
This entry is also posted to http://psyfic.dreamwidth.org/143384.html. You can comment there or here.