I hate hand guns, and the weapon industry that makes it seem like a good idea for citizens to own arms, but WTF?! “You can’t have guns. You can’t walk in with guns,” the president said about the cold-blooded public murder of an American VA nurse who carried a concealed and permitted SIG Sauer P320. Dear America, how, just how are you rationalizing an inept ICE, and a heartless Federal Response with all their subsequent lies to convince people not to believe what they just witnessed in Minneapolis, again. I can’t hold such horror in my mind and yet I can’t stop thinking of those families who now have an empty chair at their dinner table thanks to the undisciplined and criminal behaviors of this poorly trained yet heavily-armed-paid mercenaries. Where is your outrage? Where is your defense of the 2nd Amendment? What is you limit to the retribution agenda of your wishy-washy President? What happened to the rule of law? Are you too struggling as I am?
from the Brink
This week has been a tough one. Regardless of where you stand along the political divide the latest actions by ICE have been impossible to fathom. Yet here we are, feeling the same unbearable loss we felt on a particular December 14th and September 11th and January 6th. I don’t want to write about this latest pain like I have authority nor do I want to hold you in that place of trauma but I do want to acknowledge our collective outrage and sorrow, and to remind you to do whatever it takes to find a life-raft for your own survival.
Mine is as it has been for over a year, by seeing through the eyes of someone quite precious.
2016 → 2026
I’m not sure why nostalgia grabs us all so tightly or why even a decade later we get soft over all that came to pass, but January generally asks us remember what is important. To check ourselves. Name a direction. Voice our purpose. Take a step. I will admit none of this feels easy in the midst of so much dismantling, in the chaos of ICE, in what feels bigger than any hurdle we have faced before. But those are the conditions we face and there is no choice but to do something. Dive in. Swim good. My wish? Let 2026 be the year you do what you said you were going to when you were 23 and filled with crazy-ass dreams and wacko hopes and secret desires.
Nine Cent Girl 