Don't look now, but..

Lady Liberty is on the cross.

The sun is shining brightly, just like any other afternoon, but darkness prevails today.

Anybody else numb?

Nap, eat, nap, eat, cry, nap, eat, pray, love. And write, I guess. Been a while. Hi.

America has spoken its ugly truth. I feel gutted. Everybody loses in this election, some just don’t know it yet. The oligarchs have won!! They’re stoked, and no doubt fellating microphones and grabbing pussies at every turn right now. Preparing to grab your pocket books as well, to stuff down their pants in full faux bulge formation.

Put out a post on Instagram this morning. Just a coupla sentiments.

Some white dude told me I was being dramatic. Okay. I think dramatic is appropriate here. Nothing more dramatic then seeing your country taken over by White Nationalism, hatred, and flagrant misogyny! Pushed over the line by white women, no less! WTF! Dramatic. Yes. FUCK YOU, WHITE DUDE!

And like any of us who pushed, and donated, and campaigned, and TRIED to inform people, our heads are spinning at some of the math here. WHERE were all the voters who were so stoked for Kamala? What happened? Of course we question! It’s head-spinning! To admit this was a free and fair election is to also have to wrap our heads around WHO this country is filled with. Either apathy, or full blown shitty people! Selfish, self-centered, ignorant people. I don’t want to go outside! I don’t like what I now KNOW is out there, in numbers even I can’t comprehend.

I’m aware today that my “better angels” are not up to the task, so I am steering clear of social media and television as not to give them a panic attack. My sweet better angels. They’re curled up with the doggies and sipping ginger tea. Feet up. Wings on a throw pillow. We tried so hard over these months (years, really) to be patient, civil, respond with “just facts” and empathy in the hopes of engaging with THEIR better angels, as they shit out awful lies and comments on my pages. Name calling. Violent rhetoric. Evil laugh emojis. “Bless their hearts”. Instant blocks as of today. #Selfcare

I don’t know what forward looks like today. Not sure many do. My fight or flight seems a bit activated! One voice says check your passport, the other voice says FIND A BLUNT OBJECT! What does THAT mean?!

Feels a bit like the crucification of Lady Liberty, an image that keeps coming to my mind. “Forgive them, they know not what they have done!!!” But maybe they do!! Sure, some don’t. I can’t believe that the Hispanic community who voted for “T” think he would actually deport them. But.. .HE MIGHT! Or maybe they were so distracted by the price of groceries they didn’t hear that part? Media certainly didn’t sound any alarm bells for people. Speaking of which; a new term was born! “Sane washing”. Get it in the urban dictionary!! Quick!! SO FUN! (← please read this with as MUCH sarcasm as you can muster).

Sidebar: Did a big grocery shop the other day and my husband and I were both FLABBERGASTED by how low the prices were. Our “big shop” came in at $167. It’s typically been between $250-275. We are at pre pandemic levels! Thanks, Biden! And OH FUCKING WELL!! No one cared. No one listened.

Kamala and Tim ran the best campaign I have ever seen. What happened? It was going to be so great. Talk about a pendulum swing!! From Joy to Jagoff. Hope to despair. Fascism has an odious smell, and it’s reeeeeal sticky.

I’m going to need this sticky to dry and flake off before I can take steps. Maybe just writing some of this out is steps. A favorite saying of mine I use often is: Make Art with your broken heart! Okay. Sounds dramatic. But okay. LOL

To the marginalized communities in our country, I’m sending you a hug. Then staring into your eyes for a moment, and telling you…. “I see you. My heart breaks for you. I will continue to support and advocate for you. Be good to yourself. I love you”.

And to all who voted for Kamala, thank you. It is in YOU that I can still see some hope. I can know that I am not alone in this feeling of loss. I feel like we need a little secret signal or something that we can use to identify each other out in the world. Maybe twitch our noses like Samantha in Bewitched. I don’t know.

And to anyone who voted for “T”………… “Bless your hearts and GOOD LUCK!” (BLOCK!)

I think it’s nap time again. Or a walk. Or another Kit-Kat bar. Hard to tell today.

OH! My better angels just whispered for me to share this poem with you

With great sincerity, take care

XO Mo