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OUR DESCENT INTO MADNESS IS UPON US. Are we *seriously* going to allow these people - who are telling us *exactly* how they're going to injure us - to take power?
Donald Trump's inauguration will be met with street protests and community support as progressives are bracing for the new administration.
As the 20th approaches and the billionaires and Dems capitulate and brazen, inflammatory, disgusting hate speech is explicitly legitimized on the world's dominant social media platforms and the deportation machine is being built in plain view and the detailed targeted messages of endless revenge and retribution and punishment of enemies and women and LGBTQ+ and more are being broadcast daily in clear and unambiguous terms -
I am DUMBSTRUCK that this nation intends to go through with allowing this rapist and his sordid sorry-ass gang of henchmen, minions, lackeys, and mouth-breathers to take the reins of power and commence their ruinous and destructive agenda of immiseration of the American people.
Have we gone so utterly unbelievably mad that we're WILLINGLY going to allow this process to unfold without a Goddamned peep of protest or activism or attempt to prevent this from taking place by one of the remaining Federal courts that haven't been compromised or by any Democrat in Washington standing up and saying "Hell, no"?
I'm fucking LIVID at the craven collapse of spine and fortitude of those who are in a position to speak out and speak up. There's got to be some way to convince someone that this death march has to be thwarted, disrupted, delayed, pre-empted, enjoined, disallowed, prevented.
I'm a dirt-poor old queer with AIDS on a disability pension who cares for my husband in recovery from cancer and cannot leave to go to Washington and join this or any other protest. All I can do is stir people up as best I can and work with individuals who are in danger and need to relocate to sanctuary environments. That's not nothing, but it's not enough.
Any ideas?
Anyone?
Our willing descent into madness is upon us.
3.3 Extreme Unction
"Pamela" is in the box with Pembleton. One of the most unhinged suspects meets one of the best detectives, and a question or morality comes up. Were lines crossed?
This reminds me of Jack Bauer's interrogation techniques on 24, another favorite show of mine, and this highlights Andre's acting. Tony Todd once again shines as reporter Rhodes.
Ambry for Consecrated Oil, marble, 1475-99, from the Italian workshop of Mino da Fiesole - St. Louis Art Museum
Wrisberg epitaph in Hildesheim Cathedral, showing distribution of the divine graces by means of the church and the sacraments, or mysteries. by Johannes Hopffe 1585 A. D.
[proselytizer on campus, preaching that we’re all going to hell]
Me: hi I have a question
Proselytizer, loudly into his mic in the hopes we’ll have a fight: we have a question!
Me: yeah so I’ve been doing research on medieval last rites but I really can’t find a conclusive answer and you seem pretty medieval in your doctrine so I was hoping you could help me out - if you don’t get last rites, can you still go to Heaven?
P: um
P: to go to Heaven you must accept Jesus before you die
Me: yes yes but do you NEED LAST RITES
P:
P: all gay people are going to hell
Me: you know you are excessively unproductive
P: you’re going to hell unless you accept jesus
Me: have you ever tried translating 14th century Latin about extreme unction? I’M ALREADY IN HELL ASSHOLE
I would’ve like to live with one before I turned complete. That one I could have desired like a prohibited sweet.
Wonder now how I would’ve bellyed his child. Romanced enough
I was to believe I could brave that Ypres, that Verdun.
Husband. Balm for the occasional itch. But I’m witch now. Wife makes me wine. My seamed tongue, my eye blistered, raise stink. And love needs a smudged wink, I think.
- Sandra Cisneros, Extreme Unction
Marie Louise, Queen of Spain, lying in state in the Royal Alcazar of Madrid (1689 A. D.) oil painting by Sebastián Muñoz