In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Looking for Home 

You've heard, no doubt, that South Dakota has signed a bill making abortion illegal in that state. I mentioned before that if abortion is made illegal in this country, I'm moving. After the US bombed Iraq, I said we needed to stay here and fight for our country. After the Patriot Act was made into law, I said we needed to stay here and fight for our country. Then this Administration said torture was OK, said it was OK to keep people in prison for years without charging them. They've done one thing after another to ruin our environment, trash our civil rights, and otherwise screw up the planet. Now this. So Mar and I are looking around Canada, seeing if there's some place we might want to live there. We'll see. I go back and forth on this. When I'm paranoid, I think of Germany pre-World War II. And the Democrats are certainly not doing anything to stop the Emperor and his fashionistas. Yes, it feels like he's the Emperor again. He does stupid thing after stupid thing and yet the Dems don't rise up and do anything. The people don't rise up and do anything.

Maybe later I'll be sanguine about it all.
Posted by: Kim Antieau / 3/07/2006 10:26:00 PM
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2 Comments:

Well, I'm home, and I'm staying. And I'm going to continue fighting. I've been doing it for 40 years, and I'm not going to stop now. It's a debt I owe to those who built this country, and a debt I owe to the kids.

I get paranoid sometimes and I get weird, and we haven't won yet. So I know those feelings. I've thought of leaving many times, especially during the Vietnam war. But I guess that soemwhere along the line I made the decision that I was going to stay and duke it out with the bastards.

By Blogger Tom Marshall, at 2:41 PM  

You're right, of course. But I do get tired and I do get afraid. Mostly I get angry and want to deprive those bastards of my great company. (Is that a cut off my nose to spite my face thing? Oh wait, better not make any nose jokes for a while yet.)

Hang in there, Tom. Me, too.

By Blogger Kim Antieau, at 8:01 PM  

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