I really can’t add anything to this meme. It conveys what many of us have been thinking and saying for years. Of course, if your an athiest like me, you understand that we need only to look in a mirror to pass any type of judgement.
tip of the tin foil hat to Being Liberal for sharing.
Wow, what an emotional roller coaster of a night it was. I’m still having trouble gathering my thoughts. With so many “swing” states so hotly contested last night, both my partner and I collectively held our breaths for hours. It wasn’t until the west brought Obama close that I started to mildly relax: It wasn’t until Ohio was called shortly after 11, that I could even think about going to bed. I even got up in the middle of the night to double check the results. It was that kind of night for my partner and I.
However in the midst of all the fretting and fussing, the teeth gnashing, the hand wringing, the nail biting, I noticed, as did many of you, that we the people were delivering a succinct message: The hate has to stop, that extremism is not appropriate, that intolerance is not to be tolerated. Take a look at what transpired last night, then try to tell me I’m wrong:
Amidst the conservative anti-feminist movement, 19 female senators were elected, which is the most ever. There were some very notable, hard fought campaigns:
- In Missouri, Claire McCaskill shut that whole thing down by trouncing Todd Akin.
- In Wisconsin, Tammy Baldwin beat career politician Tommy Thompson, and became this country’s first openly gay Senator.
- In Massachusetts, Elizabeth Warren beat corporate favorite Scott Brown.
In a lot of congressional and senate races, progressives won out over big money, including:
The Tea Party was also on the ropes:
-Allen West lost his congressional seat in Florida.
-Michele Bachman nearly lost hers.
- In heavily Republican Indiana, Joe Donnelly beat right wing nut Richard Mourdock.
Marriage equality received a big boost. Maine, Maryland, and Washington all voted to legalize same sex marriage, while an anti-marriage equality amendment in Minnesota was voted down. Overall, this election has been a boon for not only women, but also for LGBT Americans.
In the west both Washington and Colorado voted to legalize Marijuana, giving new meaning to Rocky Mountain high. It’s about time that people start realizing that Marijuana is a good thing, and not the falsely accused gateway drug that alcohol and tobacco fat cats make it out to be.
But what about Obama? What kind of mandate did his election deliver last night? Although the electoral vote was a landslide (303 to 206, with Florida still undecided), he won the popular vote by less than 3 million. That’s not exactly a ringing endorsement. I saw a lot of red states for Willard last night. Fortunately, they weren’t heavily populated states. So what happened?
For starters, I think social issues played a bigger role than what the GOP was planning on. The Republican party has lost touch with the country in this aspect. They alienated half of this country with patriarchal, elitist hate rhetoric, and most of us are just tired of it. They went after the rich white Christian vote, and motivated millions of people in most every densely populated area to come out and wait hours in line… to vote against them. This election was more about fighting class warfare and conservative extremism than following Obama’s plan. Picking an old rich white guy to represent the GOP to deliver their message of extreme christian values and austerity was a huge mistake, and in the long run, it has and will cost the Republicans dearly.
In my opinion, our country is heading in the right direction (for now) both socially and economically. However we have a long way to go. Unemployment is still way too high, the cost of living is still outpacing wage growth. DOMA must be repealed, while marriage equality must be nationally recognized. There is more work to be done to level the playing field for Women, LGBT Americans, African Americans, Latinos, immigrants, both the poor and the middle class, and the elderly. Obama and the Democrats can get us there, and a lot of people cried out last night that this is what they want. He must listen to that message, he must act on our demands. In turn, the GOP must listen to our message as well, and react in kind. We expect and demand that the parties work together. It could be a pipe dream, but I don’t believe that in Obama’s America, that the dream is unrealistic.
To wrap it up, I want to say how proud I am of everyone who stood in line for hours to vote, however you voted. It means that each and every one of us understands how important it is to this country to do our civil duty, and cast our ballots. I also want to give mad props to the volunteers who manned the precincts: it was a long night for all of you, and you did your country proud.
Like most of us, I’m exhausted, yet I’m exhilarated at the prospects. Today, I’m proud to be called an American.
What a refreshing change.
One more thing: Donald Trump, you are an insufferable prick. Take your hate rhetoric spewing, paranoid delusional baggy white ass, and crawl under some gilded rock somewhere. You’re bad for this country, you’re bad for America. You’re bad for humanity. Shut the fuck up, just saying.
I strongly agree with Tony Wright: In my opinion, voting for Willard Romney for his “fiscal conservatism” makes one complicit with the extremist GOP beliefs that it’s morally acceptable to deny rights to LGBT Americans. A vote for Romney means that you agree that woman should be kept in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant. It means that patriarchy is fine by you, and that woman have no business deciding what’s right for their bodies. A vote for Willard says that you have no respect for minorities, the poor, or the elderly.
Voting for Romney tells me that you want theocracy, that freedom of religion is only available to Christians. A vote for Romney screams to me that one nation under Koch is your core value. A vote for Romney says to me that you like trickle down economics, which only serves to flood Caymen Island bank accounts. The trickle down to the rest of us is actually corporate fat cats pissing on our heads.
Teachers and police and firefighters are parasites, sucking the life out of our country’s bottom line. A vote for the GOP means that bullying is perfectly acceptable, as long as it’s you that’s not getting bullied.
Personally, when I vote, morality means more to me than money. When I vote tomorrow, I know that I will be able to look myself in the mirror, and be happy with the choices I made at the polls- will you be able to say the same thing?
Which is it? Money or Morality? You can’t have both with Mitt Romney: chances are that unless you are a rich white man, who’s straight and Christian, the GOP isn’t helping you with either.
Willard’s disregard for women was on display in full force last night. He tried to bully Candy Crowley ( to be fair, Obama did to some extent as well). He completely side stepped the issue of equal pay for women. He flat out lied about his “binders of women.” He disrespected single mothers by tying them into gun control and the decline of societal values: Where the fuck did you come up with that Willard? He even did the classic Willard flop on the issue of contraception! The point is that if elected, Willard and the rest of the American Taliban will set women’s rights back at least 100 years. Women have to ask themselves: Is this what I want? Leadership that would impose their own concept of Shari’a law over me?
- Binders Full of Women (iamummsulaim.wordpress.com)
- Mitt’s ‘Binders Full of Women’ Slip (thedailybeast.com)
- Mitt Romney’s Binder Full of Women Gets Its Own Tumblr Before Debate’s Even Over [That's So Romney] (jezebel.com)
I came across this wonderful, angry poem yesterday, and had to share. Though it was written decades ago, it’s message is painfully appropriate now.
Without further adieu I share with you:
Poem About My Rights
Even tonight and I need to take a walk and clear
my head about this poem about why I can’t
go out without changing my clothes my shoes
my body posture my gender identity my age
my status as a woman alone in the evening/
alone on the streets/alone not being the point/
the point being that I can’t do what I want
to do with my own body because I am the wrong
sex the wrong age the wrong skin and
suppose it was not here in the city but down on the beach/
or far into the woods and I wanted to go
there by myself thinking about God/or thinking
about children or thinking about the world/all of it
disclosed by the stars and the silence:
I could not go and I could not think and I could not
as I need to be
alone because I can’t do what I want to do with my own
who in the hell set things up
and in France they say if the guy penetrates
but does not ejaculate then he did not rape me
and if after stabbing him after screams if
after begging the bastard and if even after smashing
a hammer to his head if even after that if he
and his buddies fuck me after that
then I consented and there was
no rape because finally you understand finally
they fucked me over because I was wrong I was
wrong again to be me being me where I was/wrong
to be who I am
which is exactly like South Africa
penetrating into Namibia penetrating into
Angola and does that mean I mean how do you know if
Pretoria ejaculates what will the evidence look like the
proof of the monster jackboot ejaculation on Blackland
after Namibia and if after Angola and if after Zimbabwe
and if after all of my kinsmen and women resist even to
self-immolation of the villages and if after that
we lose nevertheless what will the big boys say will they
claim my consent:
Do You Follow Me: We are the wrong people of
the wrong skin on the wrong continent and what
in the hell is everybody being reasonable about
and according to the Times this week
back in 1966 the C.I.A. decided that they had this problem
and the problem was a man named Nkrumah so they
killed him and before that it was Patrice Lumumba
and before that it was my father on the campus
of my Ivy League school and my father afraid
to walk into the cafeteria because he said he
was wrong the wrong age the wrong skin the wrong
gender identity and he was paying my tuition and
it was my father saying I was wrong saying that
I should have been a boy because he wanted one/a
boy and that I should have been lighter skinned and
that I should have had straighter hair and that
I should not be so boy crazy but instead I should
just be one/a boy and before that
it was my mother pleading plastic surgery for
my nose and braces for my teeth and telling me
to let the books loose to let them loose in other
I am very familiar with the problems of the C.I.A.
and the problems of South Africa and the problems
of Exxon Corporation and the problems of white
America in general and the problems of the teachers
and the preachers and the F.B.I. and the social
workers and my particular Mom and Dad/I am very
familiar with the problems because the problems
turn out to be
I am the history of rape
I am the history of the rejection of who I am
I am the history of the terrorized incarceration of
I am the history of battery assault and limitless
armies against whatever I want to do with my mind
and my body and my soul and
whether it’s about walking out at night
or whether it’s about the love that I feel or
whether it’s about the sanctity of my vagina or
the sanctity of my national boundaries
or the sanctity of my leaders or the sanctity
of each and every desire
that I know from my personal and idiosyncratic
and disputably single and singular heart
I have been raped
cause I have been wrong the wrong sex the wrong age
the wrong skin the wrong nose the wrong hair the
wrong need the wrong dream the wrong geographic
the wrong sartorial I
I have been the meaning of rape
I have been the problem everyone seeks to
eliminate by forced
penetration with or without the evidence of slime and/
but let this be unmistakable this poem
is not consent I do not consent
to my mother to my father to the teachers to
the F.B.I. to South Africa to Bedford-Stuy
to Park Avenue to American Airlines to the hardon
idlers on the corners to the sneaky creeps in
I am not wrong: Wrong is not my name
My name is my own my own my own
and I can’t tell you who the hell set things up like this
but I can tell you that from now on my resistance
my simple and daily and nightly self-determination
may very well cost you your life.
There is a great stir about colored men getting their rights, but not a word about the colored women; and if colored men get their rights, and not colored women theirs, you see the colored men will be masters over the women, and it will be just as bad as it was before. So I am for keeping the thing going while things are stirring; because if we wait till it is still, it will take a great while to get it going again. — Equal Rights Convention, New York, 1867
Sojourner Truth (1791-1883) was an outspoken woman who campaigned for abolition and the rights of African-Americans, as well as the women’s rights movement of the 19th century. Born into slavery in New York State and given the name Isabella Hoffman. Hoffman would endure beatings and rape from her master until she became emancipated in 1827. Married twice as well as bearing 5 children, Hoffman first earned recognition for going to court and winning back her 5-year-old son after he was sold illegally to a slave owner in Alabama. This was the first case of a black woman taking a white man to court and winning.
After becoming a devout christian in 1829, she moved to New York City and went to work for Elijah Person, an evangelist in a Methodist commune. It was there that she met Prophet Mathias, who influenced her beliefs a great deal. While living at the commune, Elijah Person was murdered and both she and Mathias fell under suspicion. Hoffman sued for libel and in another landmark move won her case.
In 1843 she took the name Sojourner Truth which means traveling preacher, and set out on her journey to spread the word of god as well as speaking out against abolition and for women’s suffrage. It was in 1851 while speaking at a women’s rights convention in Akron Ohio that she gave her most famous speech Ain’t I a Woman? Truth would prove herself to be as feisty as she was religious; when someone questioned her gender during a speech in 1958, she disproved him by opening her blouse and showing her breasts!
After her speech in 1851 Truth would spend the next 23 years speaking out for abolition, women’s rights, prison reform, and temperance. What’s amazing is she did this without being able to read or write! She worked during the Civil War to recruit black men to fight for the Union. She fought for desegregation in Washington DC by purposefully riding the trolleys that were for whites only. She worked for the National Freedman’s Relief Association after the war, and held meetings with Presidents Lincoln and Grant. She worked with Frederick Douglass, as well as Harriett Beecher Stowe, Lucretia Mott, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, and Susan B. Anthony.
Truth moved to Battle Creek Michigan in 1868 and would retire there in 1875 due to her deteriorating health. Although struggling with several health issues, she remained incredibly alert until her death in 1883.
When the topic of Abolition and Women’s suffrage in the 19th century comes around, Sojourner Truth is one of the first people recognized. She overcame slavery, racism, sexual discrimination, and illiteracy to become an icon in civil rights and suffrage.
For African-Americans and women across the country today, this Truth did indeed help set you free.
I would be remiss to let women’s history month pass without writing at least one article about the amazing contributions made by my favorite sex. Approximately 10,000 years ago women laid one of the most important pieces of foundation that our early civilizations were built upon: Agriculture.
For thousands of years before the Agricultural Revolution, men and women lived and worked together in small Paleolithic hunter/gatherer groups. Generally the men were hunters and the women were gatherers. These tribes were constantly on the move, following their food and living hand to mouth.
Around 12,000 years ago two events occurred that affected these groups in critical ways: The glaciers began to retreat toward the polar ice cap leaving behind rich fertile topsoil, and the massive land animals became extinct.
The cave man backyard mastodon barbeques would come to an end, and it was up to the women to figure out how to ensure their survival. What these gatherers came up with would plot the course to where we are today.
It was the early women who figured out that seeds and nuts could be planted and harvested, providing a stable means to survive. They developed the first farming tools, methods for long term storage, and the techniques for processing grains to make bread. The techniques for converting grains into bread would lead to the creation of two of the most important commodities in history: Sandwiches and Alcohol!
As farming progressed, communities were formed and became villages. As the population increased these centers of agriculture eventually developed into cities and our earliest civilizations. Unfortunately while women were busy saving our early populations through farming, men were coming up with an invention of their own; Patriarchy.
Through the domestication of animals and the invention of the heavy plow, the men wrestled control of the entire food supply. Control over the distribution of food would lead to control over other areas such as ownership of property and leadership of the agrarian communities. A few thousand years later, the development of religious and civil laws would further strengthen the masculine stranglehold on women and preserve the legacy of inequality and misogyny that exists to this day.
In the last 100 years women have courageously fought back in an effort to reclaim what is theirs: Equality as citizens, as family members, as mates, and as individuals. Women have just begun to win back their rights to control their own bodies as well as their destinies. Let’s all raise our glasses in honor of the prehistoric women that founded the basis of our civilization, and toast to the hope that someday full equality will again be a reality instead of a dream.