Reviving the fine art of bitchitude…

I’ve been away from this blog for a minute, tackling all manner of offline challenges and getting a new direct action organization formed to increase access to abortion and advance reproductive justice off the ground.

You can check out Reproaction here…and here…and here!

Anyhoo, the last year has been one heck of a wild ride. Coming out of November, I honestly pondered putting this blog on ice...mostly because I was actually too full of rage to put my thoughts together in any coherent form.

Anger can be productive, but rage tends to make me either shut down or say, do, and/or obsess over stuff that isn’t helpful.

I put together a list of all the reasons why I should shut the blog down...and then I realized all the reasons why I should start blogging again.

I've been blogging here for 12 years (gasp) and I've come to realize that this space is what it has always been…a spot for me to rant, reflect, ponder, and share. And that’s a good thing to have at my disposal now that it looks like we’re in for two to four years of absolute bullshit in the midst of the largest outbreak of no-home-training I’ve ever witnessed.

So, yeah…a bitch is back.

***pause…sip morning coffee out of nifty new Spiderman mug…continue***

Let’s kick this revival off with a quick reflection.

Last November, America shat the bed.

I mean really shat the bed...shit all over the place, from state to national and some local elections…a real poo-based election result mess.

Yes, the Russians likely got their tinker/tailor/soldier/spy on.

Yes, voter suppression played a role.

And yes, many people decided to vent frustration with the system by voting against business as usual.

The end result is a bed full of boo…and no one can say they didn’t see that shit coming.

I’ll save my thoughts on how voters place far too much focus on national politics and need to look closer to home for answers to why stuff ain’t working the way it should for another day.

For well over a year, Donald Trump told voters and pundits and reporters and the Twitterverse who he is…over and over and over again.

What little Trump left unsaid was uncovered and revealed and discussed…over and over and over again.

 

Now, Trump is doing exactly what he said he would do…governing with boorish disregard for tradition, ethics, the common good or basic common sense.  

This is going to be painful.

The sad reality is that real people will suffer the real consequences of this election for years to come. The rich will get richer, Russia will remain Russia, Mexico won’t pay for a wall, and far too many people will learn that they got played.

Now is the time to build bold strategies that will allow for the electorate to learn from this and never do this again.

As I see it, the purpose is to guide the masses through the current debate over who shat the bed and what message they were trying to send...help coordinate the clean-up even though some additional shitting will likely take place throughout that process…and hopefully lead folk to a point where they realize that shitting your own bed isn’t a strong tactic to send a message to a bunch of politicians who have never and will never lay down in the same bed as your ass.

Sigh.

Toodles!