AI Artwork by Cursejourney
Apparently there is a convoy of vigilantes ( they don’t want to be called that, but hey, if the Maga Hat fits wear it ) headed to the Mexican boarder via states that support Trump to stop an invasion of families from finding a better life.
These families and desperate travelers like them started showing up from sea to shining sea ( as the song says ) looking for a new home here in North America- starting at about 37,000 years ago-if you want to put a fine point on it and as we know, The MEMORY of select few of these immigrants are celebrated.
In some places kids dress up in dress up like these select few in bonnets and wide brimmed hats around Thanksgiving and eat pretend turkey in school plays.
However, these warm and fuzzy feelings do not apply to anyone South of our border. In fact, their overall feelings are pretty dark and downright hateful.
Now there are Vigilantes armed with guns, bibles and sammiches slathered with mayonnaise and mystery meat headed to Texas to make sure we are not invaded by families desperately searching for a better life in a country where it is possible that upon arrival they can be shoved on a bus and sent to God knows where because it gives Republicans a laugh.
So as these vigilantes yee-haw their way to the Border I would like to remind these individuals about the last time a bunch of lawn chair patriots with guns showed up ( in this case Arizona ) to “secure” our boarder.
The leader of this particular group that kited into Arizona was a failed political candidate from Everett, Washington.
Her name is Shawna Forde and she led a vigilante nativist group, called “The Minutemen American Defense (MAD)”
In their efforts to ‘protect our border ” Shawna and two of her accomplices broke into the home of Raul and Gina Flores ( they were after money for their cause because in those days Go Fund Me did not exist – and of course they believed they’d find drugs too which they did NOT).
In this crusade of theirs, they shot and killed Raul, attempted to murder Gina and gunned down their nine year old daughter- you read that right.
In order to ‘defend’ our border- Shawna Forde’s recruit- Jason Bush, pointed a gun at a nine year old girl and killed her in cold blood.
Brisenia Flores
Murdered by Shawna Forde ‘s ” Minuteman” on May 30, 2009
Shawna Forde’s actions have earned her a place on Death Row and one of her accomplices too. Nobody sings her praises ( well only because history isn’t a strong suit that a lot of sitting Republican officials wear- along with a lot of their supporters) but I’m willing to bet more then a handful of Trump supporters do.
Convicted Murderer Shawna Forde
So to these Trumphumpers, don’t fool yourself for a single minute thinking that the stunt you are pulling now hasn’t been attempted before and that somehow you will walk away from this as heroes.
Shawna Forde had the SAME IDEA born from the same twisted ideology and look where it got her.
RDP Tuesday: ALIENATION
AI Photo By Cursejourney
I’m going to design my own flag,
write my own anthem
build a capital under a cemetery
that will show up on google earth.
I won’t bother with walls
passports or stamps
I won’t build fences at the borders that screech,
“this is mine all mine!”
I have lived in Alienation
for almost most of my life and
nobody comes here, nobody desires to be here
except for me.
Bloganuary writing prompt : Write about a few of your family traditions:
My family jumped feet first into every holiday that Hallmark cards has promoted.
I know that may sound a little boring and suburban(y) but it was fun.
However I do not count those things as ” traditions.”
There are two things that my Mom’s family and my Dad’s side of the family ( just as a side note, my Dad’s family were from England and Scotland and my Mom’s family were from the Philippines and not only did they not hold to the same politics, they didn’t any of the same views on religion or how to treat your pets ).
However they shared two traditions that might surprise you:
There were gifted story tellers on both sides of the family, as well as talented musicians.
They brought those traditions – music and storytelling into every single one of their family gatherings. And my oh my, if you could tell a good story, entertain with a song they put you front and center for the evening and being in that spot was awesome.
It didn’t matter how old you were, it didn’t matter how polished you were in being able to tell a story- any story ( the both sides of my family were fond of ghost stories) you would have them in the palm of your hand.
My family wasn’t perfect, at times we didn’t even like each other but I must say when it came to establishing and nurturing traditions- they had it in the bag.
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