Spitting or Crying
I really. Really do not know what to do. I am so angry I could spit; and so sad I want to cry. Just cry and not stop.
Hard to know where to start. I believe I will post this on Medium.com, in hope more people will read it and respond. React. Love it or hate it. But at least think about what is happening. I have already offended some. Of course you think about what is happening. Most of the people who might read one of my Facebook posts are people I love as family or friends. I wrote about being on the cusp of a coup. We still are. The Radical Right will not give up just because the Supreme Court officially said that the efforts to overturn the lawful election have no merit. There are throngs of thugs in the streets. At least in our nation’s capitol. #BLM banners were torn down from churches, as I have read. I was not there. Thugs with weapons intended for killing in war are lawfully carried in our streets by these radicals, and our federal government does not lift a finger. The other millions of us evidently do not have constitutional rights to be safe. To vote lawfully, then go about our business.
I am so angry I could spit. It would not help. And if I would spit on an AR15-carrying thug I would likely be attacked, killed, or at least could be arrested for assaulting another civilian. Don’t worry, friends, I will not spit on anyone.
