Thank you Cliff, for putting this out. I spent the evening hearing about, and listening to maga types wallowing in their victimhood over their grifting hero being paid a visit by karma. The level of threats was astounding, and might be frightening, if not for being so obviously empty. Not a word about children being terrorized in school, but a fountain of tears for the guy who said: “some gun deaths are a price worth paying for our 2nd amendment rights “. I guess that’s only until it’s one of your own tribe. Can anyone even take these people seriously anymore? Can anyone not laugh at the pearl clutching from people who exalt in violence and cruelty against defenseless people? I think not. Spare me the right wing snowflake tears. As yea sow, so shall yea reap.
May I please share an act of love in this terrible week?
Yesterday I had an AMAZING and beautiful experience that I’d like to share with those I trust most, and surprisingly enough, it was at a Deep South Walmart. (Apologies for the length, but it’s quite special!)
I had a pretty good cart full when I got into line behind a young, stylishly dressed woman and (presumably) her lovely daughter of maybe 10 years. Suddenly, they insisted that I go in front of them in line, despite my full cart, and would not accept anything less.
Then…they unloaded my cart almost entirely. (I’m thinking, “Maybe it’s the cane I’m buying, after misplacing several lately.” Admittedly, I’m 67, but (hopefully) not looking needy or desperate. I noticed that they spoke both Spanish (to each other) and English.
Then as I checked out, they placed EVERY bag into my cart. I tried to help them with their cart, and they refused to allow me to help them at all.
And then, when my transaction was complete, the young girl approached me and gave me a hug. It was a little uncomfortable in theory, but very welcome, as my mother had died about four hours earlier, and it was my first journey out of their house just for my own needs (other than medical) in more than a decade as I’ve cared for my parents, now both gone. (Mom apparently waited until my attention, and that of the two hospice workers was away from her, then she was suddenly gone without a sound, much as my father had done just a bit under two years earlier. They were together for 72 years.)
I thanked them as profusely as possible, then left. On the way to my car, I think I finally figured it out: I was wearing my “Gulf of MEXICO” t-shirt from The Bitter Southerner, and these two very special people, likely Mexicans, were not expecting to encounter such support in the American Deep South. Suddenly, all these years of wearing progressive messages EVERY DAY (for >about six years so far) was suddenly worth ALL the cost, both financial and risk to safety.
Yes, yesterday was a day for crying, both happy and sad. Thank you all for letting me share my story of hope for America, and for humanity, as I begin my next journey in this new, fascist America.
I'd like to thank all of you, especially Cliff (and his big heart), for helping me move on.
Thank you Cliff, for putting this out. I spent the evening hearing about, and listening to maga types wallowing in their victimhood over their grifting hero being paid a visit by karma. The level of threats was astounding, and might be frightening, if not for being so obviously empty. Not a word about children being terrorized in school, but a fountain of tears for the guy who said: “some gun deaths are a price worth paying for our 2nd amendment rights “. I guess that’s only until it’s one of your own tribe. Can anyone even take these people seriously anymore? Can anyone not laugh at the pearl clutching from people who exalt in violence and cruelty against defenseless people? I think not. Spare me the right wing snowflake tears. As yea sow, so shall yea reap.
I hate how right you are...
Thank you.
From your lips to God's ears. Lord have mercy on this nation.
Agree with you 100%.
Well said. Exactly what to do.
May I please share an act of love in this terrible week?
Yesterday I had an AMAZING and beautiful experience that I’d like to share with those I trust most, and surprisingly enough, it was at a Deep South Walmart. (Apologies for the length, but it’s quite special!)
I had a pretty good cart full when I got into line behind a young, stylishly dressed woman and (presumably) her lovely daughter of maybe 10 years. Suddenly, they insisted that I go in front of them in line, despite my full cart, and would not accept anything less.
Then…they unloaded my cart almost entirely. (I’m thinking, “Maybe it’s the cane I’m buying, after misplacing several lately.” Admittedly, I’m 67, but (hopefully) not looking needy or desperate. I noticed that they spoke both Spanish (to each other) and English.
Then as I checked out, they placed EVERY bag into my cart. I tried to help them with their cart, and they refused to allow me to help them at all.
And then, when my transaction was complete, the young girl approached me and gave me a hug. It was a little uncomfortable in theory, but very welcome, as my mother had died about four hours earlier, and it was my first journey out of their house just for my own needs (other than medical) in more than a decade as I’ve cared for my parents, now both gone. (Mom apparently waited until my attention, and that of the two hospice workers was away from her, then she was suddenly gone without a sound, much as my father had done just a bit under two years earlier. They were together for 72 years.)
I thanked them as profusely as possible, then left. On the way to my car, I think I finally figured it out: I was wearing my “Gulf of MEXICO” t-shirt from The Bitter Southerner, and these two very special people, likely Mexicans, were not expecting to encounter such support in the American Deep South. Suddenly, all these years of wearing progressive messages EVERY DAY (for >about six years so far) was suddenly worth ALL the cost, both financial and risk to safety.
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Yes, yesterday was a day for crying, both happy and sad. Thank you all for letting me share my story of hope for America, and for humanity, as I begin my next journey in this new, fascist America.
I'd like to thank all of you, especially Cliff (and his big heart), for helping me move on.