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Cat, Pet, Animal, Tabby Cat

“You guys need to fire all the weatherpeople,” he said.  “At the very least, they should make minimum wage.  Anyone who gets their job wrong on a regular basis, shouldn’t be doing it.”

“I agree,” she said, giving him a catnip mouse, along with his food.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“You know what it is.  You’ve destroyed enough of them.”

He pushed it off the stoop.  “Will they put all the women who have abortions in jail?”

“It wouldn’t surprise me.”

“Did any doctors come forward to protect their profession and the invasiveness of government into private decisions between them and their patients?”

“Of course not.  Women are always left on their own.  No men stepped forward and, in this case, no women doctors have come forward either.”

“Don’t you wish you were a cat?”

“Yes.”

“If you were magic, you could turn yourself into one.”

“If I was magic, the supreme court would look a lot different and be serving women lunch on trays while they sunbathed.”

“Nice,” he said.  “Maybe that’s why there’s a damper on magic around here.”

“A what?”

“A spell so that you can’t use magic.”

“You mean magic is here and someone is stopping us from knowing about it?”

“The people who are playing you are stopping you from doing almost everything, including having the right to do whatever you want to do with your OWN body.”

“I don’t think I can talk about this right now,” she said, closing her eyes.

“Another school shooting.  Going for three hundred mass shootings before the end of June?”

“Everyone is shooting missiles into the ocean.  Men just love killing everyone.  Not one single regular person has ever started a war.  And none of the morons who do start them go to battle.”

“Let’s talk about something else,” he said.  “Jinx is single again.”

“Why?  What happened?”

“He didn’t say.”

“We have to respect his privacy.”

“He said you put a bunch of bird houses in your yard.”

“I did, but the birds don’t seem to like them.”

“Why would you put birdhouses in the trees when you know that we’re all at your house. most of the time?”

“Good point,” she sighed.  “I just thought they were cute and didn’t think it through.”

“You’re not going to stop mass shootings.  You know that, right?”

“Yes.  I do.”

“Someone just said that the republicans won’t get reelected if they work for gun control and their jobs are more important than the lives of kids.  They won’t do it, no matter how many kids die.”

“I know that.”

“What do you know about snails?” he asked, licking his back foot.

“Nothing at all.  Why?”

He shrugged.  “Just wondering.”

“What do you know about them?” she asked.

“They’re slow.”

“That’s it?”

“Pretty much.”

“Why the sudden interest in snails?”

“I saw one the other day.  I don’t know how they can stand to be what they are.  They can’t run, jump, or fly and it takes them forever to get anywhere.  What’s the point?”

“I have no idea what the point is about anything.”

“So you’ve given up?”

“Given up what?  Doing the same thing over and over?”

“Yes.”

“Nothing is ever going to change.  Not as long as men have all the power.  Not as long as there are republicans.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know.  Eat ice cream, play and read, until I die.”

“Will that be soon?”

“No one knows when they will die.”

“You can have one of my lives, if you like.”

“What?” she said, leaning forward.

“I have nine, so you can have one.”

She grabbed him and started kissing him all over his face.

“Ack!” he said, pulling away from her.  “What’s that all about?” he asked, licking his shoulder, frantically.

“That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“Really?”

She nodded.

“That’s sad.”

“No it’s not,” she said, putting food down for Jinx.

“Why do you get so upset about things that don’t actually impact your life?  I don’t worry about the lives of dogs, or lions.”

“What’s happening is wrong.”

“That’s it?  That’s why you’ve been fighting for years?  Because it’s wrong?”

“They have veggie hotdogs at Portillo’s.  Delicious.  Poppy seed bun, so warm.  So good.”

“Bad segue.”

“Sorry.  It’s the best I could do.”

“Kind of pathetic.”

“Whatever.”

“I’m only going to say this once more, but the man on tv just said, that the republicans will NOT vote for any gun control legislation. They don’t care who dies.  They will not do it because the people they represent will no longer vote for them and their jobs are more important than the lives of children.  Well, children who are alive.  They only care about cells inside a woman, not actual living children.”

“I heard that too.”

“What’s wrong with those people?”

“Where should I start?”

“At the beginning.”

“I’m going home.  Let me give you kisses and hugs.”

He leaned toward her.  “Make it quick.”

“Oh, don’t be a silly goose.”

“Goose?”

“Just a saying.”

“We’re all coming over tonight.  Do you have any movies with cats or fish in them?”

“Finding Nemo.”

“I mean real fish.”

“No.”

“How about cats?”

“I do.”

“Good.  We can make it a movie night.”

“A cat movie night,” she snickered.  “I love it.  See you then.”

“Be careful crossing the street and watch out for republicans and people with guns, although they might be the same thing.  Republicans with guns.”

“I will,” she said, grabbing her tote bag.  “See you tonight.”

 

 

 

 

Okay, so…3 pictures

I took this during a march on Washington, YEARS AGO.  That’s all we do is march and men couldn’t care less.  I don’t march anymore.

The American government is not working for the American people.  The republicans refuse to give an inch, and are acting like spoiled children who were never punished for attacking washington and getting away with it.  That…is the problem.  Our government officials ARE NEVER PUNISHED FOR WHAT THEY DO.  NEVER.

People, however, are punished constantly and now women’s lives are no longer their own. Men in government, can do as they please, without fear of retaliation of any kind.  It’s a fixed system, of lord/master and slave.  We the people, are the slaves of our own government.  We have no say in what happens to us.  It’s obvious that they can make up any law/s, no matter how hateful or deadly, and our rights are completely GONE.  We have nothing to say about what THEY do TO US.  We cannot make laws to control THEM, in any way at all.  That needs to change.

The country is as divided as the government and anyone who thinks compromise is possible, well, they’re wrong.  The issues are too important and wide.  The hatred too strong.

Note cards from 1991.  I made them last time they came after us and attacked Roe vs. Wade. We used them  to make a point. Men NEVER STOP attacking women. The one on the right is Clarance Thomas.  They do not stop the violence against us because they use it to make women fearful and keep them from living their lives fully.  WHAT THE REPUBLICAN SUPREME COURT IS DOING IS VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN.

I have so many buttons.  So many t-shirts and signs.  Nothing ever changes.  They men who hate us just keep at it, taking and taking and taking, until we are shadows of what we could be.

I’m so sick of them.  So sick of fighting the NEVER ENDING war against us.  Generation after generation, their hatred never wanes.

I’m ashamed of my own country.  All the lies and the facade we put on before, when we have been rotten at the core from the very beginning.    The country is founded on murder and white patriarchy and that has never changed.

A TED Talk…

Sign of the Times…

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Beautiful…From: Astronomy Picture of the Day.

NGC 4565: Galaxy on Edge

This is good…From: Bored Panda…read his words.

“It’s Pathetic!”: Warriors Head Coach Storms Out Of Pre-Game Press Conference After Railing Senate For Blocking Gun Control

Happy 127th Birthday Dorothea Lange — Waldina

Today is the 127th birthday of one of the world’s most recognizable photographers:  Dorothea Lange.  The images that she captured of the dustbowl during the Great Depression change politics and  policies and the hearts and minds of anyone fortunate enough to view them.  The world is a better place because she was in it and […]

Happy 127th Birthday Dorothea Lange — Waldina

Hitman…Chapter 28

“You’re an expert tracer,” said Li Li.  “The number one hacker anywhere.  Use your skills to go backward to the source.”

“I’m working on it…” mumbled James, typing furiously.

“Let’s leave him alone for awhile,” said Li Li, walking over to a chair and sitting down.

“Li,” said Terry.  “Who are you?  Better yet, what are you?”

She inhaled deeply.  “You always did ask a lot of questions.  Even as a boy.”

“You never answered any of them,” he said.

“Sit down, Sally.  You, Terry, get me more potato salad and I’ll tell you a story.”

“I really like you Li Li,” said Sally, smiling.

“I like you too.  But you hurt him and you won’t like me anymore.”

Sally burst out laughing.  “Okay.”

Terry handed Li Li a plate loaded with potato salad.

“It’s good,” she, digging in.  “Fade took care of things.”

“Wait,” said Terry.  “You’re in touch with Fade?”

“Stupid boy, how do you think you can hear him?  I set that up.  He was always a strange one.  Life was too much for him.  He was happy, once he tried the coma.  He stops by when he’s awake.  He brings me tea.  You,” she said, looking at Terry, “bring me nothing but trouble.”

“You know that’s not true,” he said. “I bring you lots of things.”

She nodded.  “I’m hard on you, so you’re tough.  Life is hard, you need to be strong and not a big baby, like so many people today.”

“Tell us the story Li Li,” said Sally.

“James, you come over here too.”

She watched him pull himself away from his computer.

“Hurts, doesn’t it,” she said to him. “Your heart is with the machines.”

James grinned at her.  “Yes, it hurts.”

“Okay, listen up, cuz I’m not repeating anything, so pay attention.  I don’t know where I was born, or where I came from.  One day, I was just a little girl standing on a sidewalk.  A lady found me and took me home.  She fed me and gave me clothes.  She had a parakeet named Billy.  He was blue and white and the door to his cage was never closed.  He flew around the house, because the lady believed in freedom.  She knew if she let him go, he would die, so she kept him safe, inside.  Billy was happy because he didn’t know what true freedom was.  He had never been out of the house.  He thought the world was made up of five rooms.  Humans are all like Billy.  They have never been free.  They think what they know is all there is.  That’s a lie, just like it was for Billy.

The lady was nice to me. I had my own room and she gave me books.  She was also a witch.  She taught me many things.  She took me to Coven meetings and each of the other twelve women took me for a year, and taught me what they knew.  The last one, had more to offer.  She had been a dark witch, but decided to give that up, so she joined the coven and they helped keep her honest.  I grew up practicing magic.  I lived in the forest for a time.  I learned from the animals.  I was sent to magic makers in China and Japan.  My world and vision expanded.  My education grew.  I learned many things, from many practitioners.  I learned the old ways from ancient women who hid what they were.  I learned from warlocks, under the supervision of witches.  I studied and I practiced.  I practiced constantly.  And then, one day, the lady who had taken me in told me that she was meant to find me.  It had been predicted.  She said to drink the liquid in the tiny bottle she held out to me, and I would become immortal, or as close to it as possible.  She said it was her time to cross over.  She had given me everything she could.  She said she loved me like a daughter.  I kneeled before her and took her hand.  I told her to drink the potion.  She refused.  She said it was for me.  Her job was done.  I begged her to drink it and stay, but she pushed it to my lips and I drank.  Almost immediately, she began to disappear.  She smiled, as she was leaving.  I told her I loved her and that I would miss her.  And then she was gone.

I notified the Coven members and they took me to a lawyer, who said I was to inherit everything.  The Coven had a party to celebrate her life and her magic.  And then, I took some of the money and opened the tattoo shop.  The rest I gave to the Coven.”

No one spoke, they just stared at her.

“You must be one of the most powerful people on earth,” said the Angel.

“No, stupid Angel” she hissed.  “I am THE most powerful person on earth.”

“What a life you’ve had, Li,” whispered Terry.  “Why did you ever bother with me?”

Bother?  With You?  I saw you standing on the street.  I saw your heart.  I saw what had been done to you.  How could I leave you to them?  I didn’t bother with you, I took you into myself.”

Sally got up and went over to Li Li and said, “Let me get you more food.”

Li Li smiled at her and touched her hand.  “I can teach you some things.”

“I would love that,” said Sally.

“The Angel held up his hand.

“What?” asked Li Li.

“If James puts a virus in the game and we disappear, the meek won’t be able to inherit the earth.”

“Stupid, stupid Angel,” spat Li Li, shaking her head.  “The meek will never inherit anything, even if this reality lasts forever.  It’s one more lie you and your kind tell people to shut them up, and give them false hope.  The meek want to be silent and it’s easier for them, if they think their reward will come later.  There is no reward.  There never was.  There never will be.  This is a Killing Game, filled with violence and lies.  Your kind always promises things that will be better LATER.  Big surprise.  There is no later.”

The cat jumped onto Li Li’s lap and started purring.

“Stupid cat,” she said, petting Whisper’s back.

“I think I know what’s going on,” said James, softly.  “In fact, I’m sure I know what’s going on

“It’s about time,” said Li Li.

They all turned toward James and Sally started eating the food she brought over for Li Li.  Li Li, grinned at her, then turned to James.

 

From: Bored Panda

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Okay, so…

Child, Holding A Gun, Point, Gun Point

The republicans are owned by the NRA.  Have been for years.  I think in 2019 they received 15.8 million dollars from gun groups, and yet they get to vote on gun control.  How insane is that.

Moving along…the republicans are passing draconian laws to prohibit safe abortions, so that poor women will be forced to have more children, or get back alley abortions and possibly die, LIKE THEY USED TO DIE ALL THE TIME, BEFORE ROE VS WADE PROTECTED THEM FROM BUTCHERS and MORONIC REPUBLICANS.

Nineteen MORE children, and two teachers, were killed in a Texas grade school, a red state, where kids get guns for birthday presents.

See, here’s the thing.  The REPUBLICANS WILL PASS LAWS TO STOP WOMEN FROM HAVING ABORTIONS, IN ORDER TO PROTECT THE CELLS IN HER BODY, BUT THEY WON’T PASS GUN LAWS TO PROTECT LIVING CHILDREN.  That’s the republican way.

The republicans are a threat to FREEDOM, and the entire country, as far as I’m concerned.

Anyway, if forcing women to have unwanted children, even when raped, and 12 years old, so that the girl’s life and body will be destroyed forever, but refuse to restrict gun purchase, or make strict laws for those who want to buy guns, makes sense to you…then you aren’t paying attention.

And let me state once more, that no MAN HAS EVER DIED FROM AN ILLEGAL ABORTION, OR DIED DURING CHILDBIRTH, OR HAD THEIR BODY RUINED BECAUSE OF CHILDBEARING, OR EVEN BEEN HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CHILDREN HE MADE.

WOMEN are punished by the republicans for being women.  We feel sorry for women in countries where they are stoned, or killed after being raped, but women everywhere are hated and forced to take responsibility for WHAT MEN DO TO THEM.  The hatred republicans have for women is shockingly obvious, and the fact that they can actually have control over our health care and bodies is slavery.  They believe that they OWN US and can do what they want with us.

I’m so sick of men who have nothing to loose, making laws that HURT AND KILL OTHERS.  They are murderers, protected by the LAWS THEY MAKE THEMSELVES.  WOMEN HAVE NO VOICE!  Minorities have not voice.  Ugly, white, uptight, moronic, tiny brained, terrified little men are killing us.

If the republicans cared about children they would take care of them.  They wouldn’t send them to DIE IN WARS THEY MADE THEMSELVES, BUT SAFELY SIT BEHIND THEIR DESKS AND ARE NEVER IN DANGER.

They are LIARS.  They couldn’t care less about life.  They never did and never will.  They only care about power over others.  We should never let our children fight for them.  Never.  Not unless they are on the front lines next to them.  I don’t care how old they are.  You want a war?  Then YOU FIGHT IN IT.  Let the republicans fight and protect THE CHILDREN, they are so concerned about.  But don’t hold your breath.  Notice how they care about minority children?  How they make sure they have all the perks white kids do?  They are racist, liars and they are making laws that will kill women and force them into servitude and deeper poverty and THEY DON’T CARE because it has nothing to do with their own lives and their own lives, are all they care about.

 

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