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Planned Parenthood, Eric Garner, and State Violence

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Today I saw a kid at my school wearing an "I can't breathe" shirt

It made me smile a little. Which is rare...

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Eric Garner's Family Releases Tribute "This Ends Today"

Listen: #EricGarner's family release tribute "This Ends Today."

On July 17, 2014, Eric Garner, died in Staten Island, New York after police officer Daniel Pantaleo put Garner in a chokehold, eventually suffocating him. Since then, many celebrities have been seen wearing “I Can’t Breathe” shirts in support of Garner, his last words he constantly screamed but was ignored.

Following the decision of the Grand Jury, not to indict the police officer, the momentum…

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To my many followers whom I love

Thank you all for following me and supporting me. No matter if you've been on my page for years or if we just met I want you to have a Merry Christmas. Give your mother a kiss. Say a prayer. Be glad that you all made it to the celebration of christ's birth. To all of you who don't celebrate Christmas: may the Holliday season being you joy and love. Remember the ones who didn't make it to Christmas this year and be blessed

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Chelsea vs. Christmas

I've always been very anti-holidays because when I was little, they were a very tumultuous time.  The Holidays with an alcoholic mother and a workaholic father meant a lot of time spend hiding from horrid fights.  The faces would be pasted into smiles on Christmas for my benefit, but as I grew up, I caught on.

As I move away, Christmas was still a difficult time.  My mom spent the last Christmas she was alive in a bar and so I spent it with my dad, watching "Hamburger Hill."  Then he started dating and her family came along.  All the annoying Christmas crap I had done when I was their age, I had to do again.  I started to despise this forced happiness for one 24 hour period that usually gets disrupted by fighting.

When my mom died, I started holidays with the step family.  Teenagers.  Boy, what a pain in the ass.  The drugs, the boyfriends, the girlfriends, the fighting, the fighting THE FIGHTING, THE METH....anyway, by one point, I fucking had it.  I casually kissed my dad, thanked everyone for the gifts and walked out of Christmas. 

The next year, I had my own Christmas.  No, I still went to my family's house, but once presents were opened, I was gonesville.  I came home, had some wine, made a good meal and watched what I wanted to.  No arguing and a warm dog instead.

Then I had my little suicide thing which makes people insist you show up to holiday things, which in hindsight, I wish I hadn't because I ended up back in the hospital on December 26 under suicide watch over attempted overdose.

So it's fair to say, the holidays are pretty much bullshit for me.  

But something changed this year.  I don't know if it's been that I've been too busy?  I don't know. Is it that I had to be more crafty than usual since I'm broke?  I dunno.  But I started looking at all the unhappiness that surrounds where I live with the crippling poverty and had a Nike "JUST DO IT" moment.

It was a massive reality check to ride to the biggest food pantry and see the hundreds of people huddled out there.  I went home and looked at the tamales I hadn't eaten or the bread I finished, and I had an idea.

No, it's nothing anyone hasn't done before, but for me, it was huge.  I went around and handed out food to the people that were no where near the food lines.  That may not get any food that day.  Tamales, PB&J sandwiches, left over pasta in little throw away tupperware.  Energy bars.

This is something we can do on any given day in any city.  This is what the activists out there for Eric Garner and Michael Brown are talking about, GET INVOLVED.  Hunger can lead to violence out of desperation.  If you've never been hungry, you can't condemn someone who does something violent to feed their family.  One day out of your week, driving around handing out sandwiches.  Or picking one person who you could see really needs a hand, and help them (time/money/just to talk).  Yeah, it's all very WASP-y, but if some of us could get off our asses like we claim to want to do, more mothers wouldn't have to have Christmas without their sons.  

This head-change and the reality of all the sadness this year forced me to realize that Christmas is what I make of it.  Holding onto all that former nastiness was keeping me from moving forward. 

That being said, don't force people to be happy during the holidays but calling them a Grinch or what have you.  It's a really hard time for people, support but don't force. 

Happy Holidays to all that celebrate.  I truly hope you're safe and healthy.