Sit down, Marianne

Marianne Williamson believes Trump’s idiotic musings about immigrants in Ohio stealing dogs and cats and eating them and today she poured gasoline on the fire he lit by Tweeting:

Marianne Williamson

Continuing to dump on Trump because of the “eating cats” issue will create blowback on Nov. 5. Haitian voodoo is in fact real, and to dismiss the story out-of-hand rather than listen to the citizens of Springfield. Ohio confirms in the minds of many voters the stereotype of Democrats as smug elite jerks who think they’re too smart to listen to anyone outside their own silo.

The Raven (Le corbeau): Flying Raven (ex libris)
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Marianne Williamson, you freaking WACK JOB, nobody who practices   Vodún or  Vodou steals cats and dogs from their neighbors AND THEN EATS THEM.
Simply put, you are an ignorant fool who just decided to take Trump’s verbal racist vomit and spread it into ignorance about a RELIGION. For real, what you  have done is step in a giant wad off poo and tracked the poo further down the road instead of bagging that crap up and disposing of it like a good citizen.

The Raven (Le corbeau): Flying Raven (ex libris)
Édouard Manet1875

Look Williamson I don’t know what kind of books you sold in your ‘metaphysical bookstore’ but it’s obvious you didn’t sell maps because if you had you wouldn’t have got lost up your own ignorant butt and taken Oprah Winfrey  ( between you and that other nut job who ALSO ran for Office that she turned loose on the world, I lost ALL respect for her ages ago. ) with you.
Sit down Williamson- before you get someone killed.
I mean, you DID hear that after a City Spokesperson debunked Trump’s fantasy about Haitians community, The Springfield City Hall received bomb threats today.

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So, I will just put this to the Universe and ask a very simple question:

Do you believe for one second, and I do mean ONE second that if someone was out there killing and eating their neighbors pet cats and dogs that  it would be a big deep dark secret that only Trumphumpers  were privy too? Because if someone killed my dog and then ate him, my rage would be EPIC.  Now you take my rage and multiply it by 10 other pet owners, by 20 pick a number any number  and there wouldn’t be a news agency NOT covering the mayhem that would be sure to follow.

Common sense- it’s a real thing.

USE IT.

RDP Thursday: AGHAST

I Used To Write Letters

RDP Wednesday: Post Office

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When I was growing up- and well into my 20’s before email became a thing, I used to have pen pals from all over the world.

I had pals in Scotland and England, Turkey, Canada and Japan-even Russia.

We used to trade little things  like postcards and recipes, stickers and stamps.

Then email became a thing and for awhile some of my pals and I had fun with the email thing, but after awhile we stopped writing, the magic was gone.

There were no more trips to the post office  to get my letters going out of the country weighed or shopping for fun stationary and fancy ink pens. I was sad about that loss. I still am.

I had a good friend in Turkey we started writing when we were girls and continued to write as adults.  Her letters read like poetry, her style of writing was beautiful, She was going to be moving to England to study medicine and we had plans to meet each other there. I still have photo albums with her pictures in them and all of the little presents we exchanged.

in 1999 Turkey was struck by an earthquake with a magnitude of7.0.

I wrote my friend in a panic,  we had never sent emails to each other. So the wait to hear from her was long.

 

I thought my letters were getting through because they weren’t coming back.

It was months later that I got a postcard from one of my friends relatives. I read it and then I sat on the curb outside of my house and cried.

I put it in my treasure box, I couldn’t put it in the albums where I kept all of her pictures and poems and letters and postcards. Maybe one day I’ll put that postcard from her Aunt inside of it. I just haven’t gotten around to it.

Two Letters

Some people think that my favorite word is a weak, powerless word.

I think it’s a word full of potential, mystery and adventure.

That word is:

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IF

AI Artwork: VEX

What’s your favorite word?

Dailyprompt 2058

Mourning Blooms

When I think of mourning colors, I don’t think of the color black.

When I think of  a mourning colors,  I think of the color that appears when life has left it’s warm and comfortable home, when daylight is dying in the sky above our heads ( even if we can’t see it ) when I think of mourning colors, I think of the many, many shades of lilac.

Joseph Farquharson: ‘A Winter Garden’

I’ve seen shades of lilac on the faces of people I knew who were leaving this world, I’ve seen it in icy landscapes. I’ve seen it in flower vases at funerals and at graveside.

Lilac is always there when death appears and nobody sings about it, or writes poems about it or drapes it on their body when they want to look intimidating and powerful.

Lilac is Death’s quiet companion.

 

Weekly Prompts Color Challenge: LILAC