This is not normal 

 

So I had my nice respite from the news yesterday but then in the evening after dinner I relaxed on the couch, opened Twitter, and saw this tweet from 45. It bothered me. Not because he seems overly concerned with his popularity (seriously. Why does he have to point this out at every turn?!?) Not because this is a  lie (They were mostly protesters). And not because he tweets way too much (Jesus.  Get off the fucking phone. You are the fucking president now.) These are all important reasons to be annoyed. No. The thing that annoys me about this tweet, is the “fake news” claim. He keeps calling the legitimate media fake news. I do. not. like. this. It is scary. I keep hearing him say it, over and over again. Like he is trying to brainwash us. Like he is trying to normalize this idea. This is not normal. The media are doing their jobs, reporting things that should be reported. If he doesn’t like the things that are being reported then he needs to stop doing questionable things.

And, just to remind myself, I am going to leave this here.

“Nevertheless, she persisted”

Last night on the Senate floor Senator Elizabeth Warren was silenced by Senator Mitch McConnell as she tried to read the letter that Corretta Scott King wrote in 1986 criticizing Jeff Sessions and his treatment of African Americans in Alabama using his power as a Judge there.

In defiance, Oregon (yay) Senator Jeff Merkley took it upon himself to read the letter . He was allowed to read it in it’s entirety.

If anyone wonders why  millions of women were in the streets marching on January 21st, this is exactly why.

 

“Sen. Warren was giving a lengthy speech,” he said. “She had appeared to violate the rule. She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, she persisted.” – Mitch McConnell

Indeed. Thanks for the new rallying cry!

 

 

scattered thoughts about the election

What. The Fuck.

Did we really just elect a reality tv star with no political experience to speak of into the office of President of the United States? Even worse, that he has emboldened  racists and mysogynists to show their true colors, to make it ok to hate and to bully and be violent. I am sad for us. For what we have become. Or maybe it’s more like I’m sad that I am seeing us for what we truly are: a nation of racist mysogynists.

yes, I think this is it.

Last night as I was watching in horror the numbers roll in for Trump I was still in denial. I have been in denial for more than a year. When he began his race I laughed it off and said,”Oh he is ridiculous. This will never happen.” And even as he became the Republican presidential candidate (to my utter shock) I still couldn’t believe that he would beat Hillary. “Trump will never win, ” I said to myself.

When I woke up and checked the result and Google told me that “Trump won the presidency” I was forced to believe it. There it was right there. My reaction was to sit on my couch and sob.

We fucked up. We voted this monster into office.

I realize that dismissing those that voted for Trump as “stupid” or “uneducated” is misguided and wrong. There are people in my life that I love and respect that voted for Trump. I can’t just dismiss them. I refuse to do that.

As one of my British friends said after Brexit, we need to engage. The people who voted for Trump voted for him for a reason. We need to figure out that reason. Not all of them are racist mysogynists (though, admittedly, it’s hard to say this because how can you not be one if you support one so obviously racist and mysogynistic).

Trump gamed the system. He made it work for him. He realized who he needed to speak to, and he figured out how to speak to them. He figured out what to say to them. And it worked.

We need to do the same thing. We need to find someone who understands the system and game it the same way, but this person needs to be a good person, not a hateful, racist, mysogynistic shit bag.

This person should not be a Clinton.

This may not be a popular opinion but I’m going to get this off my chest: Why the fuck did we run Hilary Clinton, with all of her baggage, against Trump? Let’s face it. The DNC fucked up. We fucked up.

And now we have made our bed and we will have to lay in it for four years. I have no idea what will happen. But it will not be pretty.

 

“No union is more profound than marriage, for it embodies the highest ideals of love, fidelity, devotion, sacrifice, and family. In forming a marital union, two people become something greater than once they were. As some of the petitioners in these cases demonstrate, marriage embodies a love that may endure even past death. It would misunderstand these men and women to say they disrespect the idea of marriage. Their plea is that they do respect it, respect it so deeply that they seek to find its fulfillment for themselves. Their hope is not to be condemned to live in loneliness, excluded from one of civilization’s oldest institutions. They ask for equal dignity in the eyes of the law. The Constitution grants them that right.

The judgement of the Court of Appeals for the Sixth Circuit is reversed.

It is so ordered.”

– Justice Anthony Kennedy

So last month the people of Ireland voted for marriage equality  – the right for everyone to marry under the law, regardless of gender or sexual orientation. I followed the story with interest. I was excited to see how this vote would shake out. Honestly, I was super skeptical that it would pass. But  I was also hopeful that it would. If it passed, it would be such an incredible example to the world.

As we all know by now, the people voted yes.  It was an amazing moment, not just for the Irish, but also for everyone around the world who strongly believe in civil rights for all. I was very happy for them. I was also a bit envious because I knew that this is something I would NEVER see in my lifetime here in the U.S.A.

And then BOOM. I woke up yesterday to this news. And just like this we have Marriage Equality in all 50 states. Just like that. thanks to the Supreme Court.

Whoa. I am completely shocked. I am completely, happily shocked.

I guess the lesson here is never say never.

Thoughts on the Boston Marathon bombing

Bill Iffrig gets back up and finishes the race. Photo by John Tlumaki

I was crushed yesterday when I heard the news about the bombing at the finish line of the Boston Marathon. As a runner I couldn’t not empathize with the people there, running the race. The Boston Marathon is the ultimate goal for people like me. People work their entire lives to get there and to have their dreams crushed (Or, more importantly, their life lost or limb lost) is horrifying and terrible. I cried when I heard about people losing limbs. Everytime I run I am so incredibly grateful for my legs. I thank my legs. I don’t know what I would do without them because running is that important to me. I know that every runner feels this this way. My heart breaks for those that were injured.

My husband is also a runner and we talked a lot about this tragedy yesterday. We wondered why a terrorist would choose a the Boston Marathon to terrorize people. In many ways it makes sense. The finish line of the Boston Marathon represents great personal accomplishment. The person who did this wants to say that our personal accomplishments don’t matter because, look! We have bombs and can kill you or blow your limbs off. Your great feat of running 26 miles means nothing because I have explosives.

However, this terrorist has it all wrong. Runners are a persistent group.Running is not easy. If you choose to run you are entering a path of self-discovery. You will find that you are not only being challenged physically, but you are also being challenged mentally. Those who can run 26 miles are tough, as well as persistent.

Terrorism is not going to cancel out the great achievement they have earned.

Personally, it doesn’t scare me. If anything it makes me want to run the Boston Marathon one day, if I can even qualify.

This photo represents this tenacity very well. This is a photo of Bill Iffrig who was yards away from the finish line when the bomb went off. The blast caused him to fall to the ground. You know what he did? He got back up and he made it to the finish line. He said, “I ended up second in my division. After you’ve run 26 miles you’re not going to stop there.”

Nope. You aren’t.