Showing posts with label Mother Earth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mother Earth. Show all posts

Thursday, September 12, 2024


We Who Love Mother Earth

 

 “When you vote, whether you’re a Republican or Democrat, vote with climate in your heart. Vote for the candidate that will help create a livable future for your children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews. Because the other guy’s going to burn us down.”—Jane Fonda

 

(Trump pursued an anti-environment agenda during his presidency and has on multiple occasions flown in the face of scientists worldwide with his dismissals of climate change as “bullshit” and a Chinese hoax.)

 

"We aren’t marrying them.” (The candidates), Fonda went on to say, “We aren’t making out with them. You might not agree with all they say, they’re human, but we can’t take four more years of not addressing Climate Change. We don’t have the time.”

 

I watched the Presidential Debate between Kamala Harris and Donald Trump and felt totally beat up. My daughter says she hasn’t recovered yet. It was like mixing oil and water. It was not something you could cheer for, like an athletic event, that makes you feel elated should your side win. It was fear on one side. Hope and encouragement on the other.

It jammed our nervous systems.

This is the first time in my life as a voter I have felt that Democracy was at stake. Even with differences, we thought that the President would uphold The Constitution.—he vowed with his hand on the Bible to do that. (Yes, there were underhanded tactics, and even now there are fractions ready to overthrow the will of the people if the voting doesn’t go their way.)

I  understand that some voters do not know Harris well, she’s the new kid on the block, but we know Trump. He’s been yammering for the past eight years–longer, really. Yes, he started as a buffoon, as interesting, someone who was going to shake things up, make a difference, but then we got to know him better. We got to see that he is a cheat, a misogynist, a rapist, an abuser, a crook, and who apparently believes his own lies. That he likes Hannibal Lecter (a fictitious serial killer who ate people) makes me nauseous. He has praised tyrants and wants revenge on anyone who has opposed him.

Who wants that sort of fellow in the White House? What a legacy for our kids.

We have slinked around long enough under the bullying spell of Trump.

Let’s write a legacy that says, “It was close, but our folks fought for freedom, they did it for us. They refused to allow a dictator to become the Commander and Chief of our country.’

Time for us to pull ourselves up by our hiking book laces and show who’s the boss.

Okay, women—we can do it. Be the mother bear. (We love kids whether we gave birth to them or not.)

A  mother bear will stand up to a male Grizzley twice her size.

 

Vote for Kamala Harris and Tim Walz

 

Linda Ronstadt’s P.S. to J.D. Vance:
 
I raised two adopted children in Tucson as a single mom. They are both grown and living in their own houses. I live with a cat. Am I half a childless cat lady because I’m unmarried and didn’t give birth to my kids? Call me what you want, but this cat lady will be voting proudly in November for @kamalaharris and @timwalz .

 

A story from one of my blog readers:

So it's winter in La Pine, snow on the ground, I'm headed up to Diamond Peaks to work on that Big Spiral Staircase (see my photo album on FB).  I stop at Ray's grocery to buy a sandwich and a soda.  I'm in line 1 of 3. There are about 15 people in the 3 lines all murmuring softly.  A little old grey haired lady is behind me when I say softly, "Oh nuts,  I wanted diet soda, not regular".  She says, "Well, I'll save your place if you run back quickly and get what you want.  Oh thanks says I...and do that very thing.  We move up a couple of spaces and she says, "What do you think of President Trump?"  I'm just entering the check stand and I grin and say in my deep baritone voice, "I realize where I am (La Pine grocery store...very red-neck country), "I am a Flaming Progressive Democrat.  I'm so liberal I give money to A.O.C every month.  (but do so with a huge grin on my face.)  Dead quiet in the store.  And she says....after a long pause...looking up at me...  "Well I'm sure you're a fine young man, anyway."  We all smile... I thank her ....and head our respective ways.

Life gives us opportunities and laughs at us, too.