A bitch hit an emotional wall yesterday.
As an activist, I’ve learned that there are up days and down days…there are moments that inspire and moments that make one question what kind of world we live in…and then there are fucked up from the floor days that pile up, one after the other, and become the wall I hit yesterday.
I hit that wall and sat watching the NHL hockey playoffs, disgusted that I live in a state where legislators spend the bulk of the legislative session trying to deny Missourians access to reproductive health care.
That’s not new…the legislature does the same shit every year.
But that’s the kind of shit that builds the wall…the same wall I hit yesterday.
Adding to my disgust is the response many have had to Arizona’s new immigration law…and the fubar that is the oil spill in the Gulf…and so on and so forth.
I just sat there disgusted.
The Sharks beat the Red Wings.
And then I went to bed…a sorta-beagle warming my feet.
When I woke up this morning (the sorta-beagle is still sleeping…and snoring), I fully expected to still be too disgusted to practice the fine art of bitchitude.
But…and this may seem silly – fuck it…but I saw the story about how the Phoenix Suns basketball team will wear Los Suns jerseys to honor the Latino community for Cinco de Mayo.
And my disgust eased.
Sometimes the little things are the right things at the right moment…the perfect thing to remind a bitch that everyone doesn’t support the wrongs out there anymore than everyone in Missouri is thrilled that our state legislature is fixated on attacking women’s reproductive freedom like a beagle fixates on a new bone.
And the walls…come tumblin’ down.
And the walls…come crumblin’, crumblin’.
Come tumblin’, tumblin’…down.
***logs off to go get active while singing along with John Mellencamp***