Californian Life

Malaise has become part of my daily routine again. My guess is this is why I don't post here as normally as I used to. Malaise and exhaust. This is made ultimately worse when everyone around you is assuring you that this is the end times for America - and having seen the reactions, I don't think this is true. This is more of a "let-them-eat-cake" moment for America that has yet to run off the train tracks. I feel a great amount of anxiety for what is to come. I worry about the safety of the protestors, exercising their right to protest, when I see people in power remind the public of Kent State, as if it's an event to lord over protestors in an effort to control. But the truth is that you can't control the public. You cant. Even my mom went to protest in her small town. She even took my "Nasty Woman" pin so that I was there with her in spirit (I had to work).

The problem with the Hyrda-like proportions of this administration is that if you cut off one head, two more will sprout. And already, there are two more, vying for control. If you get rid of that foaming, illiterate Jabba, you still have Satan and a homophobic racist misogynist to contend with. I've spent a majority of my free time keeping track of the news, and this is mostly so that I can keep track of every decision - to keep them accountable. Because if there's one thing people with money are good at, it's avoiding accountability.

I also like to stay informed so that when I'm told that if my state is declared a Sanctuary State, we Californians will be defunded by federal money, I don't have to worry. Because I know. It's unconstitutional. It's the actions of a bully trying to further divide a country. Not work together. You know we're going to say no. So what is this really about?

Control is what it's really about. Control and conformity. And that's my biggest problem with the current Republican party and anyone heading some (not so) secretly misogynist, racist, homophobic, or fascist agenda - it only works if they force everyone to follow their same beliefs. You can be pro-life all you want. But don't insist that it be taken to a point where another woman's right to choose is taken away from her. Do something else that's pro-life, like feed the homeless. Send clothes to needy families. Volunteer at a shelter. Don't block women from receiving the care they need. That's not saving a life, that's punishing a woman. And let's face it, they're never going to punish men for having sex with a woman.

Your ideals shouldn't come to a point where it depends on whether you can control everyone's actions. Because a. it's impossible and b. it's fascist.

I know around this time, I tend to post something about the delusions of Valentine's Day and the corporations that feed into it. I tried to write a post, but I was in a strange mood and it came out too angry, too forced. Perhaps it was due to anxiety. I feel happier writing about something that has always been important to me, which is politics. I've been interested in politics since I was a kid, probably because my parents were well-informed and always kept me up on what was going on in the world.

I'm starting to realize that the most subversive way to deal with this administration is to follow Hermann Hesse's advice and laugh at them. Mock their attempts to frighten you.

A dose of The Daily Show with Trevor Noah helps as well.
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