I wrote this post last night on Word and forgot that I didn’t post it until this morning. —See how out of it I am?
So, back to Monday: By
the time I posted twice on Substack today, SubstackJoyceDavis, it was 4 o’clock.
I was starving, as I had only coffee, toast with peanut butter and apricot jam
for breakfast.
I planned to go to Fred Meyer grocery, a distance from our house, however it is close by Mami’s Burrito who sells super burritos. A match made in heaven. I had a burrito the size of my lower arm--pork meat, rice, beans, veggies plus guacamole and chips, and their super-duper green salsa to spice it up. The open-faced, friendly young Mexican fellow who served me and I joked a bit about the pouring rain. I had an affinity with him, of course not knowing if he was legal, not legal, had a green card or was born here. I didn’t care. He seemed sweet. I thanked him, and as I was leaving, he said I had “good energy” which surprised me considering before that encounter I felt lower than a snake’s belly.
With Sweetpea sleeping beside me and the heater jacked
up to womb temperature, I ate my burritos with a fork, huge as they are, left
the holder tortilla, was stuffed, warm and sat dumb for the next hour about what I had read
today.
Trump confirms plan to declare national
emergency, use military for mass deportations.
Deport “millions,” he said.
“In the early hours of Monday morning “reports” on Truth
Social suggested Trump’s administration was “prepared to declare a national
emergency and will use military assets to reverse the Biden invasion.”
“TRUE!!!” Trump wrote in response.
Doesn’t that scare you?
I didn’t know we had a “National Emergency” with
Immigrants.
I thought about the kid who just served me. Was he at
risk?
I thought of all the Immigrant workers who tend our farms, pick our fruit, tend our lawns, start business and restaurants, raise their families, get jobs. We had a young man in San Diego who mowed our lawn every Tuesday. He would be sent back to Mexico on occasion, but every week someone of his family showed up and mowed the lawn. Then he would be back mowing again. I could depend on him.
That was 40 years ago. I fear what would happen to him
now.
What is it with the deportation of Immigrants? Am I focusing on the innocents, and there are rapists and insane people Immigrants out there as T says?
Is this ethnic cleansing? No wonder the Statue of
Liberty is hanging her head. Did you know there are broken shackles as part of the statue carved at her
feet?
Are we a nation of bigoted prejudiced people? I thought we were over that.
Dumb me.
And RFK Jr. wants to defund infectious disease control
and research.
No wonder I couldn’t remember what I wanted to write
today.
It appears that
people are running on emotions and dropped their brains on the sidewalk. They
want T to fix everything. They want a Messiah.
Be careful as you walk down the sidewalk, folks, or you’ll slip on a brain.
Before this present time, I was never very political.
Elections were like an athletic event. You won or lost. You felt bad if you
lost, but it wasn’t so serious. Now I feel that we ought to speak up. Like
leave Transgender people alone. They are 1% of the population. Focus on Global
Warming—that affects all of us.
(Oh, I forgot, Global Warming doesn’t have the
emotional impact that transgender does. Sure, “Send your boy to school in the
morning and he comes home a girl,” To quote someone when he was running for
office.)
Many don’t believe in Global Warming anyway. Boy
howdy, we had severe winters when I was a kid. Now they are like spring.
Species are dying because the ocean is warming.
I don’t know if Global Warming is a naturally occurring
event or how much we are contributing to it, but I know we are affecting the
environment and we ought to give it huge attention.
The epic poem Gilgamesh is the oldest poem known to man. It is the story of a selfish king trying to achieve immortality, and his “Noble savage,” Enkidu. Gilgamesh angers the gods because he cuts down the ceder trees. Enkidu shows more respect for the gods for he knows that The Land of Cedars is not only a place representing nature and the wild, but also a place holy to a god. (Small g’s on purpose.)
T. claims to be a Christian—I wonder if he has ever
read the verse in the Christian Bible that says: “And
the King shall answer and say unto them, ‘Verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye
have done it unto one of the least of these My brethren, ye have done it unto
Me.’” (“The King,” so say Christian scholars, is Jesus.)
Tonight, an acquaintance told me not to worry. It
wasn’t worth getting upset about.
Really?!!
End of rant.
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