Secretly, I was wondering when -and if people- would finally wake up. Part of me has now almost accepted the right-wing move all over the world because it seems so many people are fine with it, or they just don’t know -or remember- what it means, and what a catastrophic impact and effects it can have -and will have- on our lives.
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My aunt’s body floated dead in the water when she was only five or six years old. She couldn’t hold on to the hand of her older sister, who later on would become my mother, who was only about twelve years old herself at that time.
You would think the whole Government is closed during a Government shutdown but sadly, that’s not the case. Of course, politicians still receive their pay, while some of the real public servants go home without a paycheck-at least for the moment. I will never understand the logic behind it, I doubt anybody does.
Last night I sat in the dark; tears were rolling down my cheeks. I don’t cry often. If I do, then it’s because of a book or a movie. When a story touches my heart, that’s when I cry. I can’t help it, it’s a defense mechanism I suppose.
The author’s new poem addresses the hatred currently plaguing the United States.
Why do we measure people’s capacity
To love by how well they love their progeny?
That kind of love is easy. Encoded.
Any lion can be devoted
To its cubs. Any insect, be it prey
Or predator, worships its own DNA.
An interview that is worth reading. It’s not easy to find anything like it in our media these days. We are getting Trumped, by the day, by the hour, almost by the minute. It seems there is not much room left for the rest of the world anymore.
“How much money do you make?” or “How much money do you have?” are common questions on a Visa application, no matter where you go.
Imagine we could write, “I would like to stay in your country indefinitely, and I have 1 Million Dollars that I intend to spend.”
Every time I listen to Mr. Trump I shiver inside and the gruesome vision, of him being even close to the White House makes me sick to my stomach. The United States of America is such a beautiful country, and Mr. Trump such an ugly man, who seeks to rule it. The perfect material for fairy tales and poems, if it wouldn’t be so sad.
I went grocery shopping the other day and I noticed the ladies right after I entered the store. It was a small group of women and I watched them as they were pushing two carts, they were shopping together. They talked with each other in a language that I couldn’t understand. They were refugees from Africa. I don’t know where exactly from.
Some bloggers don’t need introductions and some reblogs don’t need an explanation. This is one of them. Thank you Patricia~!