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okay, so…

Last night Debbie texted, “watch Rebel on hulu.  It’s you.”  I thought it would be a comedy but nope, it was about a loud, aggressive, in your face activist, whose kids never wanted to be activists, but were forced into it by their mom.  Sigh.

Okay, so I dragged my daughter on buses and planes, took her everywhere, to march, demonstrate, defend clinics, animals, and all the rest.

We didn’t do the mother daughter thing, the way a lot of other mother’s and daughter’s did.  My daughter was handing out leaflets, picketing Northwestern’s Animal Labs, furriers, marching in Washington, Springfield, going to International Feminist Conventions, and meetings, working for the ERA, doing voter registration and pretty much everything else, including letter writing, phone calls, coming to most of my lectures, and boycotting.  That was her childhood.

I adore her. She’s an amazing, professional, intelligent, strong, funny, LOYAL, woman, who is much nicer than I am, or ever could be.  I’m aggressive.  She doesn’t go for someone’s throat, until she’s tried other ways.  I give whatever it is about three minutes, and then I’m finished being nice.  So, when she said the character Rebel,on the program, and I were alike, she wasn’t kidding.  She said she kept saying, “There’s my mom,” while she was watching the program.  I have to ask her if that was a good, or bad thing.  Mmmm, probably bad, right? 

My daughter’s like a warm summer breeze and I’m more like a nasty tornado, but we work amazingly well together.  We have each other’s back…always.  I think she’s so perfect because she’s like her father.  He was perfect too.  Our son, well, he was more like me.  Enough said.

Anyway, her nickname for me is, The Shredder.  I tell her I’m not that bad.  She tells me that I am.  We can both be right…or wrong.

We are who we are.

The beginning and end of the human species…I think we’re currently 3rd or 4th from the bottom and working our way down.

Used Matchsticks on White Background

Photo:  Ferbugs


Goose, Bird, Flight, Flying

as far as we know
a goose
doesn’t think
about flying
she just flies
is what she does
it’s as natural to her
as breathing
we can’t know for sure
but I doubt she thinks about
not being able to fly
about having to walk
or crawl everywhere
it doesn’t seem as if she would
compare herself to other beings
and wonder why they were always
on the ground
and not in the air
I think our species is the only one
that thinks about what others
can and cannot do
the only one
that thinks of never ending destruction
and deadly weapons
that could end all life on the planet
I think we’re the only broken ones here
I think every other species
just lives
and does’t worship death
I don’t think a goose hates
or wants more than she needs
I think a goose is balanced
and in harmony with nature
she isn’t other
but part of
we are the ones who are
out of place
we don’t belong here
we are the enemy
to every
living thing

Okay, so…

Flapper Dance, Man And Woman, 1920

I was looking at vintage pictures of Paris in the 20’s and thought, in a hundred years, we will look as out of touch to future generations, as they do to us.  Unless, of course, people are living in caves, if there are any people left at all.

Humans…a poem

man with orange mask

we have painted our faces
since the beginning
to create fear
to be beautiful
to gather power
to become
other than we are
we wear ink
and feathers
to get the attention
of the old ones
the four-legged ones
the winged ones
let’s face it
we haven’t come as far
as we think we have



Photo:  Joshua Rondeau


woman in black tank top singing

A lot of people said that Jordan wasn’t like “other” girls.  They were wrong.  A lot of “girls” were simply afraid to be like Jordan, that’s all.  The pressure to conform is so punishing, that many females decide just to submit. It won’t protect them, but they think it will.

One has to follow the rules in their hearts.  Not everyone wants to be a rock start.  Seems as if a lot of women want to pose and look weird, in pictures on free sites people can use for their blogs, but that’s their business and the rules they follow, I guess.

The point is, we should be able to be who we are.  Free, wild things, rocking or  doing street art or anything else.  The RESTRICTIONS that BIND, CONTROL and KILL US, because of male dominance, destroy ALL OF OUR LIVES.

I’ve been reading all the things women do to NOT BE NOTICED, out of fear.  FEAR, FEAR, FEAR.  MEN TERRIFY WOMEN EVERYDAY IN EVERY WAY.  How is that a way to live?

It’s not.  Not at all.

There’s a fabulous new movie on NETFLIX, called MOXIE.  I loved it.  My daughter called and said, “It’s driving me crazy because when we did things like that, people stayed AWAY from us because they were afraid.  Where was all the support those girls got in the movie?”
She was right, but we did it anyway.

Males make the world an ugly and dangerous place. Think about the women demonstrating in front of college dorms, carrying mattresses, to try and get people to understand how many of them are raped/gang raped. and to STOP IT FROM HAPPENING.

Think about it and STOP MAKING EXCUSES FOR MALE BEHAVIOR.  Your daughters are coming home, dropping out and not saying anything. So many females drop out and never say why.

The lists of things women HAVE TO DO to try and stay safe everywhere they go is sickening.  How many men have to text saying:  TEXT/CALL ME THE MINUTE YOU GET HOME.  A friend of mine gets up every morning and talks to me the entire time I walk, so she knows that I’m okay and no one is bothering me, or running over me.  EVERY SINGLE DAY.  THE WHOLE TIME I WALK.  So she knows I’m safe.  How many men have to do that?

Men need to stop other men from hurting us.  We can’t stop them.  Not unless the law changes and states that we can kill them and walk away.  But, oh, wait, women who kill men who have been beating them for YEARS, get life in prison.  Men who MURDER THEIR WIVES are out in six months.  So, never mind.  It would be nice if women could make their own laws, but we have to live with the ones men make to protect themselves and do whatever they want to do…to us.

Men can’t understand what it’s like to live the way we do.  They can never “get it.”  Unless, they go to jail.  Then some of them get it.  They should all have to spend time there…say six months.  Maybe they would understand then.  Maybe not.  It couldn’t hurt to try it.

And for the men who have daughters they actually love, or care about…think of the dangerous world SHE lives in, because of all of you.


Photo:  Harry Shelton

Life…the play

brown and red theater interior

The theater is ready. The audience silent, well, maybe a few whispers and a bit of shuffling, but quiet for the most part, if you know what I mean.  It’s almost impossible to have dead silence when there are a lot of people squished into one place.

Anyway, the orchestra, plays a few soft notes and the tension builds, as the curtain begins to open.  There is a scream…and a new play, called LIFE, begins.

The audience holds it’s collective breath.

An wizened old man, with a long beard, and a cane, stumbles slowly on stage.  A young woman joins him, and shoves him behind the curtain.  “Not yet, you old rooster,” she tells him, and the audience doesn’t know whether to laugh…or not.

“So,” she say’s, “moving to the edge of the stage.  “A new life begins.”

People mumble.  Some cough and others become interested in the program they didn’t want, but took just to be polite.

“A brand new life, in the form of a human, has just been born” she whispers.  “Someone just like all of YOU,” she hisses, sweeping her hands back and forth, in front of her.  “And what kind of world have you made for this newborn?” she asks. “One where she will be safe?  One where she can breath clean, fresh air?  One where there is hope and trust?”

Some people stand and try to work their way to the end of the aisle.

“SIT DOWN,” yells the woman.  “Don’t make me come and get you,” she snickers.  “I will.  You know that.  This is a play about life and death, my friends.  LIFE AND DEATH.”

Babies in their little hospital cribs are wheeled onto the stage by women dressed as nurses.

“These are the FUTURE,” says the woman, looking at the babies.  “But let’s see,” she muses.  “Oh, this one,” she pulls one of the cribs forward. “In spite of her brilliance and potential to cure terrible diseases, she will barely be able to eke out a living for herself.  You see she’s a female and the culture you have MADE for her, hates females.”

One by one, crib by crib, she tells the story of how and why our culture has destroyed the newborns, before they have had a chance to live and BECOME.

“But now we come to this one,” she says, pulling the last crib forward.  “A white male, with a low IQ.  He’s nothing special.  Has no skills, no desire to help others.  He’s greedy and power hungry.  He’s a bully and mean.  This one will be ALLOWED TO GO FAR.  He will be paid for his stupidity.  He will be told that he’s a king, a white male, the highest ranking blob in the human species.  He will expect to be worshiped, to get what he wants, to be above the very laws he makes up. He will be able to keep others poor, as he gets rich.  He will determine life and death for those he considers to be beneath him.  He is ugly.  A loser.  A traitor.  White males destroy the land and the hope and the people.”

The cribs are wheeled off the stage and women, covered with blood lay on the floor.

“Christian white males will take away choices, and women will die.  The men will point their fingers and say THOSE women deserve to die for their sins.  When, in reality, the sins are made up by the white males themselves.”

Some of the women in the audience are weeping.  The men are indignant.  How dare fingers be pointed at them.

“Look around you sisters,” says the woman on stage.  “You are seated among the enemy.  He’s right next to you.  You are safe only as long as he wants you to be.  What is he doing to make life better for you as a female?  Is he working for your freedom?  Your right to walk alone?”

Some women stare at the men around them, others look at their hands.

“The play of life isn’t a pretty one,” she sighs.  “Not for us,” she continues, outlining her body with her hands.

The old man walks back on stage, leaning on his cane.  “I’ve come for you,” he mumbles.

“I don’t think so,” says the woman.  “There is much to be done.”

“It matters not,” he sighs.  “When your number is up…”

The woman pulls a knife from her robe and stabs the old man.  He clutches his chest and his cane falls to the side, as he crumples to the stage floor.

All of the women, the nurses, the dead and bloody women, appear on stage.

“WE’RE COMING FOR YOU,” they sing, pointing at the men in the audience.  “NOWHERE TO RUN, NOWHERE TO HIDE,” they chant.

One crib is pushed onto the stage.  The woman picks up the baby, kisses her forehead then turns to the stunned audience and holds the child up for all to see.


The women chant, “WHO, WHO, WHO.”

“You are the only ones who can stop the insanity of the white patriarchal destruction. YOU.  It’s up to YOU.”

The curtain closes.

A young man walks on stage.  “Ladies and Gentlemen.  A seven course meal will be served to the gentlemen.  If you will please stand and exit to your right.  Cookies and tea await the ladies in the crowd.  Ladies please exit to the left.”

Cher’s voice comes over the loud speaker singing, “AND THE BEAT GOES ON.”


Photo:  Liam McGarry

Sometimes life is just that simple…

Red and White Stop Sign

Photo:  Anete Lusina

Common sense?

man in gray hoodie standing in the street in grayscale photography

Because like everything else, someone made the definitions up.  So, what makes sense to one person…doesn’t make sense to another…and it never will.


Photo:  Wells Chan

Suffering…and other silly

I think suffering is needless and useless.  My personal opinion of course.  Others say they learn from it.  I guess I did too. I learned that I NEVER WANTD A LOT OF THINGS TO HAPPEN AGAIN.  When our son died from leukemia, we didn’t suddenly realize we never appreciated him and why didn’t we do this or that while he was alive.  We didn’t live that way.  We DID DO everything while he was alive and we DID appreciate him every single day, so all I learned was to despise the system,  Then my husband died of leukemia and I leaned, not to be more loving, but to shut down and off.  It’s a much better way for me to live.  Maybe it’s not for everyone, but it works for me.

I think all this gratitude and forgiveness garbage is just that. Garbage.  People are taught and conditioned to be happy for what they have by those who have more and want to manipulate them, and keep things that way.  It’s also used as a fear tactic.  If you’re not grateful, bad things will happen to you.  News flash…bad things happen and they don’t care if you’re grateful or not.

People are manipulated by the rich and the culture.  The catholic church is all about god but they lie, hoard, rape and pretty much manipulate their so called flock in every way possible.  Then they ask for forgiveness.  See FORGIVENESS is a way to do terrible things and get a free pass.  The person who is forgiven walks away clean and then usually does it again.  If their god keeps forgiving them, you know they made him up because no one is that stupid.  “Hmmm you raped how many kids and then you did it again and again and again.  Okay, I forgive you.”  Yeah, that will never work for me.  Forgiveness and gratitude, free passes for sure.  A way to make the flock feel lucky they have ANYTHING, while the white rich guys make money off their enslavement.

You don’t have to agree with me, I’m jut telling you what I have seen and learned during my lifetime.  Priests choose to rape kids.  Men choose to rape kids and women as well.  Men, who are greedy, choose to start wars and kill everyone.  We all choose to let all that garbage continue.

All the brutality and horrors of war and life, for many people, and other living things, are made up of CHOICES.  The choices are made by the people IN CHARGE.  The rest of the masses,  are expected to obey, or be labeled and punished even more.

The fewer choices one has, the less control that person has over their life and the more they have to take the abuse heaped upon them by those a step up.  We can’t NOT be women, NOT be black, or any other ethnic group.  Punishment comes with all of that.  The rich ugly white guys in charge make sure of it.  Even their pet people are only allowed a false sense of safety until they’re finished with them.

WE let this happen.  There’s more of us than there are of them.  But WE should be grateful for food, shelter and a job, because THEY CAN TAKE THOSE THINGS AWAY FROM US.  They don’t have to pay a living wage, but can vote themselves raises.  We let this happen.  We DEPRIVE ourselves of the most basic things in life, FREEDOM and SAFETY, because we are taught that those things are not available to us…ON PRPOSE.

More and more people are killing themselves.  That should tell us something.  People who are happy don’t normally do that.  Kids, people of all ages.  I just heard of a young man who committed suicide because he couldn’t stand the way animals were treated for one more day.  People might answer polls saying they’re happy and I’m sure a lot of people are, but they’re happy with what they have because they can’t have more than that.  Doesn’t mean they aren’t happy, just means they’ve been taught to be happy in spite of everything else.  Not a job they love, or time to be creative, working three jobs, not living where kids are dying in the streets.  Know what I mean.  None of that HAS TO EXIST.  It’s MADE TO EXIST, on purpose…so the elite can have MORE.

Women are too often forced to depend on men because they can’t make the same amount of money they do, so they can’t escape abuse and still take care of their kids.  Men want women, so they do everything they can to make women need, so many women can’t escape.

Well, I could go on and on but what’s the point.  Nothing is going to change.  We are kept isolated, on purpose too.  Lied to, so that some are fearful of others, lied to by propaganda that serves the ugly white guys.  Together we are powerful, that’s why we are expected to COMPETE against each other, instead of being TAUGHT to work together.   Fear each othr or hate each other, because that WOKS FOR THE RICH.

Think about what we’re TAUGHT, by parents, teachers, the churches and the government.  We are not taught how to CHANGE our government.  We are not taught to see differences as a bonus.  We are often surrounded by people like ourselves, so we don’t actually get to know how other people live.

Anyway, I’ve been in a bad mood since yesterday, but I’m coming out of it.  Don’t buy into that gratitude and forgiveness thing.  It’s being used against you. You can tell because when you don’t buy into it…you’re punished by others.  Always a sure sign you’re being manipulated and the status quo police are alarmed.  I think it’s much better to be excited and happy, rather than be manipulated by forgiveness and gratitude.  That’s just playing right into their hands.

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