Thanks to an incredibly flawed electoral system, a few people in a few states can override the will of the larger electorate. I suppose that’s what happens when your system of government is designed entirely by men.
What will we be, after all, if men don’t chase us and whistle at us and tell us we’re pretty? What will we be if they don’t need us to cook and clean and raise their children? What will we be if they don’t call us or ask us to dance?
These plans are a scam. They are modern-day snake oil. They are group-think faith healing. If there’s an afterlife, the people running these programs will surely burn in hell. But you can’t pay medical bills with a promissory note of brimstone.
Who are these women? Why are they chatting with the president about common appliances? And why don’t the men ever push the button?
So, to clarify, in this country ordinary people are priced out of buying health insurance and, in many neighborhoods, prohibited from buying flood insurance, but a multi-millionaire Hollywood mogul can purchase rape insurance. This is America.
This is not a dystopian thought experiment; this is a real possibility. Your children and grandchildren could grow up in a world where they don’t have the ability to make the sort of family planning decisions that my generation took for granted.
I offer these suggestions for alternate Thanksgiving names. In doing so, I lend credence to the outlandish claim that there’s a push to rename Thanksgiving. I hope you-know-who is thankful.
Sondland might be able to plead ignorance and incompetence, but Trump cannot. Neither can Mike Pence, Mick Mulvaney, Rick Perry, Mike Pompeo, or Kurt Volker. These guys are not witless hotel magnates who flopped back-asswards into a position of power (well, most of them aren’t); these guys are expected to know and follow the law. And how about Rudy Giuliani? It seems increasingly likely that Giuliani will be disbarred and will probably end up in prison. Can you imagine the dirt he’ll spill in an effort to avoid that? Giuliani is like a rabid raccoon on a good day. Back that man into a corner and he will bite.
Get top hats added to the official prison uniform. Renew friendship with Paul Manafort. Publish cellmate’s pornographic emails. Get a prison tattoo of Trump’s face on my chest and freshen up Nixon tattoo on my back. Declare myself a hydra. Open a tailoring business for bespoke orange jumpsuits. Deny having anything to do with the release of cellmate’s pornographic emails. Threaten a fellow inmate with certain death and then pontificate for 45 minutes about how all death is certain. Take…
No one cares if an ugly man grabs at power. Men are allowed to yell and shake their fists and get angry and make demands. Women are expected to say “please” and “thank you” and to keep their voices down.