He is still at it. “When Trump cries witch hunt, it is a rallying cry. It is not designed to prove his innocence but to whip his listeners into a frenzy, to turn their ire upon those who were so bold as to think they could hold him accountable. Donald Trump, like witch hunters throughout history, has proved skillful at flipping the narrative, writing himself as the victim even when he is the aggressor. When Trump cries witch hunt, it is to summon the hunters” (The Nation). Come Tuesday, let’s remember what turmoil and division and danger he has brought to our country these last 10 years, and curtail his revenge tour with a vote that allows truth to resurface.
Tag Archives: Election Day
What are you Voting for?
Today I voted. And perhaps for the very first time, both my spouse and I held the Democratic party line like our life depended on it. We researched every candidate on the 4 page ballot to see if any had an affiliation with MAGA or the man in the White House. If so, we said no thank you. But before you raise your ire and denounce us as purely partisan, let me tell you we weren’t always this way. In fact, our past ballots reflected a variety of parties, based on candidates character and their voting record. Hard to even fathom such a practice since the Republican party was kidnapped by such extremists. You know, those people who decimated and defecated within our Capital under Trump’s orders. You know, those same people the President pardoned. They are still doing his bidding aided by a partisan Supreme Court, Senate, House of Reps, DOJ, and endless cabinet positions, each sycophant saying yes, yes, yes to his inane craziness.
Dia de los Muertos and a disappointing Election
Oh my, this week… it was absolutely a lot.
Dutifully, even joyously, we built our Dia de los Muertos altar to honor our dead, hoping to coax them back for a night or two. In the past we created elaborate shrines, but this year, with many of our photos and mementos still in boxes, we created a simple display, using all the affection we feel when recalling our time with each of them. The quirky grin of her grandfather, the grace of a favorite Aunt, the solid presence of my father, a host of fabulous friends gone too soon, all the mothers’ lovely adoration. We left them fruit and chocolates and water to satisfy their long journey, along with their cherished possessions we are lucky enough to have. Remembering our remarkable lineage fuels us forward, even into the darker days lurking just ahead.
