It’s been a horrible couple of months for those of us with pressure sensitive chronic pain issues. The daily pain levels I live with have been significantly higher than normal and while I am not making a plan or seeking end of life measures I do – at times – fantasize about Wile E. Coyote dropping an anvil on my head so I don’t have to do this shit anymore.
It doesn’t help that the world I live in is blithely regressing into 1930’s Germany. The Unites States Federal Government has dehumanized immigrants and is moving on to all people of color and the disabled. They have stripped women of significant rights, and just this week stopped allowing disabled kids who can’t complete highschool requirements from getting a certificate of completion when they finish their education. Not a diploma, a certificate.
Because why not make it harder for disabled kids to enter the workforce and provide for themselves? It’s not as if the government is stripping away the safety nets – pathetic as they were – that have been in place to protect these children in the event they cannot work.
To say I am terrified is an understatement.
To say I am furious is to call the Grand Canyon a small crack in the Earth.
But my fury is curtailed by the very body that will number me among those rounded up and herded into a concentration camp where the Trump led government will find a less than amusing way to put me out of my suffering.
Because I don’t see enough of us fighting and they are openly cheating to make sure we can’t wrest power out of those filthy tiny grasping fingers of his.
So I do what I can. I write, I call, I create art and post it. I talk to people. I scream into the void.
I have decided to stay and fight even though I am a target. I have people to fight for, people to love. To be completely honest, I just won’t let those bastards take my country from me. They will have to pry her out of my cold dead hands.
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