Earlier this week, I shuffled off this mortally cerebral coil and participated in a direct political action, like those Indivisible friends suggested, to shame my Republican senator into changing his mind about ACA repeal.
I keep meaning to polish a piece on the many potential, disastrous TrumpCares, but the health care news changes too fast for a day-gigging TfH to keep up! Today, though, a li’l gem came through the nethole quick enough for a brief day gig break:
DT has appointed a White House health care adviser that believes that birth control constitutes medical malpractice.
The only technology besides the printing press that singlehandedly enacted massive social change. The technology that let women work outside the home. Effect self-determination. Find meaning in an identity that is not exclusively maternal. Experience pleasure without consequence (obvies that’s the god squad’s actual problem with repro health).
Our economy relies on the pill because we need two incomes to even barely try to stay afloat.
Plus also BIRTH CONTROL PREVENTS CONCEPTION, WHICH IN TURN PREVENTS ABORTION. If you want to end abortion, give everyone a LARC. Unless abortion-hate itself masks the real belief: that women shouldn’t have sex. Which is the only way I can understand any of this.
Donald Duck plans to gut Hillary Clinton’s signature work in the State Department out of revenge for her kicking his ass (3 million more votes!) and wiping his gilded counters with it, with a smile, all over the place everywhere except for a few folks in key rust belt states.
Or maybe it’s not about petty, petty-ass schoolboy revenge. Maybe he really does hate that the US government has worked to prevent genital mutilation, human trafficking, and the state-sponsored or supported imprisonment, rape, and murder of women and girls advocating for their own rights in other nations.
Maybe he’s just a simple man who only wants, in his 24K heart, to gut all government spending on human rights, civil rights, and the mitigation of climate change-driven devastation. Maybe deep down in his soul, all he asks from Santa is to divert that money to nuclear warheads, like all the country’s blood rushing to a massive erection, the spectacle of his power.
That kvetching from yesterday? About how the left hasn’t organized around coherent, nationally consistent, grassroots/grasstops principles propelling legislative change? And that’s one reason why no one is stepping in now with a last-minute plan to stop the trumpocalypse? And that’s probably why we couldn’t get that sliver of folks in a handful of states to vote for a brand they could be proud of? And that’s why we have gerrymandered GOP-dominant districts optimizing/reinforcing segregation? Because the right is simply better organized than us?
Some anonymous Congressional staffers wrote a guide to how progressives should exploit Tea Party tactics.
Highlights: Hold our local elected reps accountable for stopping the racist, sexist, destructive trumpgenda. Do this by hitting their PR, which they care about most. Hit their PR by showing up in person, looking filmable, with clear, concise demands for their on-the-record commitments. Invite the press. Model the diversity we support. Hand out talking points. We can’t let them win. Love trumps hate.
He’s already setting explosive charges around the structures holding up our country, anticipating their imminent collapse.
I’m not saying he plans to destroy every single institution that together have made our country a beacon of freedom (a beacon wobbling on its foundation of slavery, theft and continued perpetuation of inequality, but a beacon in a blighted world nonetheless).
I’m saying that if he wanted to destroy our democratic institutions, this is exactly how he’d do it: nominate known enemies of government to head the agencies they most hate; appoint billionaires, abusers and exploiters to manage systems designed to protect our most vulnerable; refuse the legitimacy and relevance of empirical facts–including those gathered by our intelligence officers, not to mention those required to prevent our grandchildrens’ necessary future evacuation from U.S. cities too hot to sustain human life; plant surrogates that openly question the benefit of a free press; proudly praise autocrats for killing their political enemies.
Last week, real-life Mr. Robots hacked San Francisco’s rail system to give thousands of riders free rides through the glossy playground of what a dear friend calls the Google Babies: tech economy fortunates who transformed SF from a proudly dirty queer/alt/boho haven to a Bubble city.
Bubble, bubble. Toil and trouble.