Trump Wants Abuse Program Fund Cut- Valentine’s March Planned

Let’s spread this far and wide.
Enough is enough,y’all. Seriously.

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Donald Trump’s latest stunt is planning on cutting funding for domestic violence victims.

Low blow, Mr. President.

This article lists a few programs that will lose out if he gets his way.

Domestic violence programs are already very underfunded, and often shelters do not have enough beds to house survivors who flee.

Some feminists and internet users are planning a widespread protest calling on Donald Trump to buck up and support women for a change, and to spread awareness about woman abuse, how to spot it, and where to get help.

The weekend before Valentine’s Day is a great date because women who attend and get educated about warning signs, hotlines, and shelter facilities can bring what they know to a Valentine’s Day date they go on.

Help us spread the word about the march, especially if you can’t attend!
Also, please check out these eye opening quotes on abuse.

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I Need To Listen

Note To My White Self

Note to my white self…

You need to listen.

I know you don’t want to hear this, but – when it comes to discussions of racism with people of color – you have difficulty listening. You have convinced yourself that you are color blind, that you treat everyone equally regardless of the color of their skin and that any criticism you make of people of color is based on their behavior or attitudes and not their race.  So when a person of color says something about white people, you stop listening.  You don’t think they are talking about you.

They probably are.

You need to listen to people of color. They are experts when it comes to white people.  They have spent their entire lives surrounded by white people.  They don’t have to befriend a white person to understand them.  White people have been their teachers and their bosses.  They’ve watched us…

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Makes Me So Mad

 

I come home from work at night, to a nice house, with a fridge and pantry full of food, a sturdy roof over my head, and a warm and cozy bed to sleep in…

…and waiting for me there is my loving, devoted wife of nearly 33 years, along with my two precious, beautiful black cats, who are excited that Dad’s home, and it hits me how incredibly fortunate I am…

…and in that moment, I’m as happy as I’ve ever been in my life. Even better, I have this moment five times a week!

But, then, there’s this depression thing…

…that shows up from time to time, uninvited, and pulls me down into an overwhelming blackness, where it goes through its regular pitch about how life really sucks, how nothing you want to do is really worth the effort, how the world is evermore rapidly declining so what’s the point, and how you’re just a worthless, useless, hopeless piece of nothing, and why are you still even around…

…and, obviously, I’m not so happy, then.

And, too often, I will visit both these ends of the spectrum in the same day.

It certainly isn’t boring.

 

Of course, the depression never really leaves. Even in my happy moments, there is still this undercurrent of anger, which is how depression typically shows up in men.

What am I angry about, you ask? Well, any number of things, but mostly, I stay angry at myself for mistakes I’ve made, and continue to make, in my life.

Yeah, I know we all make them, and I shouldn’t be so tough on myself, forgive and forget, etc.

But, even when I can bring myself to forgive, which isn’t always, I can never seem to pull off that forget part.

I mean, how can I forget? It happened, it’s in my memory; how am I supposed to get it out? That’s what I struggle with. I envy people like my wife, who can just let stuff go, and put things behind her, and it seems like it should just be so easy, but it isn’t for me.

For one, certain circumstances in my life are constant reminders of some past mistake. It’s kind of hard to forget something you’ve done when you’re always reminded of it, you know?

I guess I should talk to someone about this. Besides all of you, I mean. A professional. Someone who can maybe help me cut loose all this weight I’m dragging around.

My body already drags enough around, as is.

I do cherish the happy times, though, when they come. I do, really. I’d just like them to come more often, and the other times, less often.

I’d like that very much.

 

“Alternative” Universe

 

The earth is flat.

2+2=7.

Abraham Lincoln was a Backstreet Boy.

Meryl Streep is a man.

President trump’s Inauguration had the biggest audience in inauguration history.

None of these are falsehoods, mind you.

They are simply alternative facts.

 

Really, you just have to laugh.

On NBC-TV’s weekly news program, Meet the Press, White House counsel Kellyanne Conway was defending to host Chuck Todd the previous day’s statements by White House Press Secretary Sean Spicer, who berated the media’s coverage of the crowd size at President trump’s Inauguration. (among other things)

“This was the largest audience to ever witness an inauguration, PERIOD.”, Spicer proclaimed. “Both in person, and around the globe.” Of course, that statement is not supported by any evidence, whatsoever. He went on to make other unsubstantiated claims about how many people attended the inauguration.

So, yesterday, when Todd confronted Conway about the “falsehoods” Spicer presented, she provided the following astonishing explanation:

“You’re saying it’s a falsehood, but they’re giving, Sean Spicer, our press secretary, gave alternative facts to that…” (emphasis mine)

Brilliant!!

Now, why didn’t I ever think of that?

Son, are you lying to me?

No, Dad, these are alternative facts.

Oh, okay, then. Just don’t ever lie to me.

We’re cool, Dad.

Tell me, how well would that have worked for you? Pretty sure I know. But, talk about an ace in the hole. Just say whatever you want, then explain it away as “alternative facts.”

Um, actually, those are called lies, Ms. Conway.

And Chuck Todd’s response? “Look, alternative facts aren’t facts. They’re falsehoods.”

Ah, but alternative facts sound much more truthful, don’t they?

I’m telling you, these people defy all anatomical limits with their head placement.

And that’s the facts.

 

I Don’t Understand Racism

Note To My White Self

Note to my white self…

You don’t understand racism.

I know you’re trying and that’s admirable. Empathy is a noble attribute.  When thousands of people in a society want to understand something, change happens.  You saw this dynamic when mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters wanted to understand the lives of their gay and lesbian children or siblings.  This societal empathy brought about the rapid acceptance of same sex marriage and the normalization of homosexuality.  That’s all good.

Unfortunately, when it comes to racism, empathy and change are more difficult. Too few white people have spouses, children, or siblings who are people of color.  Most don’t even have people of color as friends.  If they did, racism might be less of a problem in America.  It’s hard to hate the people you love.   Racism would become personal rather than an abstraction.  That’s what happened to you.  Think about how having a…

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The Truth in Black and White

 
If you want to make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself, and then make a change

“Man in the Mirror”, Michael Jackson

Songwriters
SIEDAH GARRETT, GLEN BALLARD

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Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

 

This is for all my nonwhite readers out there.

 

I was never brought up to hate people of color. I was taught we were all God’s children. As kids in church, we learned that song with the line, “Red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in His sight.” We’re all loved the same.

I’m aware of, and repulsed by, the atrocities committed against blacks throughout the long, bigoted history of this country, from slavery all the way to death by police shooting. I’m aware of the second-class treatment you receive in regards to such basic needs as housing, education and employment, and of the injustice of that.

I do not believe in a “superior” race, or class. I believe this whole “white supremacy” thing is bull$#!t. I believe in equality. You should have the same rights as me. You should have the same opportunities as me.

I believe in, and greatly admire, the nobility and courage of people like Rosa Parks, Jackie Robinson and Martin Luther King, Jr. I think it’s great this country elected a black man for President of the United States. Twice.

And, yet…

I’ve been part of the problem.

I’ve told the jokes. I’ve attached the stereotypes. I’ve used the derogatory names. (Always, behind your back.)

I’ve looked at you at times with condescension, at other times with suspicion. Even fear.

I’ve actually tried to ingratiate myself to you by talking like you, imitating you. (Got called out for that once, too.)

In short, while being strongly against systematic, institutionalized racism, I myself have been the definition of a racist. Which is something I never wanted to be.

And, it probably won’t surprise you to learn, I’ve treated people of various other races in much the same way.

I actually thought it was, for the most part, harmless. Hey, us white folks get made fun of too, right?

Yeah, that’s really lame, I know.

So, for me to then speak in outrage against the injustice of racism, without first owning what is in my own heart, would be highly hypocritical.

So, I’m owning it. Whatever I’ve said, done, thought or felt toward any member of a race other than my own that was insulting, demeaning or judgmental.

I’ve been part of the problem far too long. I’m ready to be part of the solution.

So, I sincerely apologize for, and renounce, my old racist ways. Though I know changing my attitudes won’t be flick-of-the-switch easy, I’m going to stay with it until my old bad habits are gone and replaced with new good ones.

I’m sure some of you may be skeptical about this resolution of mine, and I don’t blame you. All I can say is, I’m just taking Michael’s advice.

I hope a lot of us do. Nobody is born racist. It’s learned. It can be unlearned.

Peace.

 

 

End of an Era, Dawn of an Error

 

“There’s a sucker born every minute.”

– P.T. Barnum (maybe)

 

Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey Circus recently announced that its final performance ever will be in May of this year, ending a 146-year run as “The Greatest Show on Earth.”

In related news, Donald Trump prepares to take the Oath of Office to become the 45th President of the United States.

One circus leaves, another arrives.

 

Going to the circus when I was a kid was an exciting, fun day. It was great to watch the lions and tigers, the elephants and show horses, the high wire and trapeze artists, and of course, all the funny clowns. (Clowns back then were funny, not scary.)

Also, there were all these great smells at the circus. Popcorn. Cotton candy. Hot roasted peanuts. Animal droppings. Okay, that last one wasn’t so great, but it was certainly unmistakable.

And the sounds. The fearsome roar of the lions and tigers, along with the tamer’s cracking whip. The cadence of the ringmaster, grandly announcing each successive act about to perform in this ring or that. The musicians that accompanied the performers’ acts to the always breathtaking climax, complete with tension-building drumroll. The oohs, aahs, gasps, shrieks, laughter and cheers from the crowd.

And every trip to the circus ended the same way for me: I begged Mom to buy me a balloon, she made me promise to hang on to it and not let go, I made the promise, she bought the balloon, handed it to me, and I immediately let it go, making Mom angry.

Don’t know why.

 

Now, it’s going away, for good.

Now, the Big Top (or, if you prefer, the Big Orange Top) will pitch its tent in Washington, D.C.

I can already smell the animal droppings.

As Bette Davis once famously said, “Fasten your seat belts. It’s going to be a bumpy night!”

Now, listen, I genuinely would like to see this man succeed as our President. Really. Even though I can’t stand him, I still hope, as I do with all Presidents, that he will lead us all to a bright and shining future.

But, I’m telling you, so far, I’ve seen nothing – absolutely nothingfrom this guy to suggest even a remote possibility of that ever happening.

To this point, he’s just a scary clown to me.

 

Tweety Pie

 

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Let me get this straight: this guy is about to occupy the highest-profile office in the world, where his every decision, every statement, every action will be reported, analyzed, second-guessed and judged by journalists, politicians, international leaders and pretty much everybody else…

…and he can’t even ignore criticism from Meryl Streep?

No, he has to tweet a nasty put down of her, then deny right to our face what she called him out on, and what video clearly proves: he did mock the disabled reporter. Get on YouTube and see for yourself, if you haven’t, already.

And, isn’t it interesting, he can’t just deny the criticism, he has to insult and demean the critic. As he himself would say in in his tweets, “Sad!”

Does anyone besides me wonder if our next President is going to spend all his time in office on Twitter? Just leave the president-y stuff to other folks, while he responds to his critics, which already are legion?

I can’t believe we have reached the point where that is even a legitimate question, but here we are, ladies and gentlemen.

What, pray tell, is he going to do when confronted by other world leaders? Tweet that they’re overrated? Compare his first-season ratings to theirs? (see Schwarzenegger, Arnold) Ask ’em, why can’t they be more like Putin? Call them out for being lyin’, crooked losers?

I say this with absolutely no remorse or regret: This man is a disgrace to the Office of the President, and he hasn’t even been sworn in, yet!

He’s got a lot of growing up to do, and fast.

Sad.

Like, No.

 

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Okay, all you Millennials out there, listen to me for a minute:

Please, please, for the sake of my sanity, consider expanding your vocabulary, so that every other word out of your mouth isn’t, “like.”

The first quote below is from a young lady who was just on my shuttle. The second is from my brain.

“I was, like…and then he, like…so I, like…and it was like, all, like really weird, like, you know, like…”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!”

Do yourself, and the rest of us, a favor, dear: go sign up for English as a Second Language.

Like, right away.

The rest of you, you’re welcome.

UrgentUrgentUrgent

 

MAGDALENA: You’re scarin’ her!

SAMUEL: She needs to be scared, and so do you.

Cate Blanchett and Tommy Lee Jones, “The Missing”, 2003

 

Everybody – and I…mean…everybody who inhabits the planet Earth, needs to read this article: 

http://www.truth-out.org/news/item/39020-unprecedented-polar-melting-unfolds-as-climate-disruption-denial-goes-wild

It’s a long read, for sure, but it carries an urgent message.

Dahr Jamail has been reporting regularly on climate change, and its impact on man and wildlife, for the independent, nonprofit news organization truthout.org since 2014. The facts he presents in this article are truly frightening, but make yourself look at them. The option of turning away and ignoring them is no longer available.

The most frightening fact of all is this:

There are people about to assume positions of authority in our government – including the Presidency – who, in the face of all the overwhelming scientific evidence, still have the outright, jaw-dropping gall to insist climate change is not real.

For the sake of our future, we need to be more active – and more actively vocal – right now; we who have been entrusted with the caretaking of this home that sustains our life.

This isn’t about the environment. It’s about us. The earth is not in danger. The environment will be just fine. It will adapt and survive.

The question is, will we?

I need to be scared, and so do you.