56K Christofascist losers (out of 752K voters, 115K of whom actually went to the caucuses) picked their own fascist loser to be the loser in November.
The narrative they are trying SO HARD to push on us is bullshit. This isn’t some kind of landslide victory over a tough field. He *barely* topped 51% against the most pathetic field of weak candidates who fell all over themselves to not criticize him or even tell the truth about him. And look at the roughly 700K voters who stayed home or picked someone else. That’s a big part of this story I am not seeing.
America hates this guy and everything he stands for. Yeah, there’s a lot of white supremacy in the Republican party, and they have exerted minority rule for a long, long time. They have a loud and angry base, and an entire propaganda network dedicated to pushing their lies. AND STILL they and their policies aren’t popular. Their leader is indicted on 91 felony counts, will almost certainly go to prison, and is so feeble he can’t risk facing anyone but his most sycophantic (ever dwindling) audiences, lest he shit himself and forget who he’s running against.
He’s dangerous as fuck, but he’s a massive loser and we can beat him again, just like we did in 2020 and 2022 when his hand-picked lunatics were defeated all over the place.
Do not get discouraged and think that this means America has suddenly forgotten about all of his violence, chaos, cruelty, corruption, and crimes.
Remain vigilant, check your registration, confirm your registration, and make sure you and everyone you know turn out to protect America and the world from this piece of shit.
If you want a better understanding of what female socialization did to you, try to pluck a straight man’s eyebrows.
Does he thank you for your expertise? Does he ask you to do it again? Does he ask you to teach him? Does he buy tweezers and hide in his room ashamed at eleven years old plucking his brows pencil thin and crooked because it’s all wrong and too much and shameful?
No. He bitches and moans and raises holy hell about how bad it hurts and how stupid it is. Try the same with applying his make-up. Tell him to wear high heels to your party this weekend. It’s a joke. We’re the punchline.
“I certainly don’t consider Butch women to be masculine or manly in any way. Butch women are women and my sisters. They are not ‘like men’. The reason Butches are seen as ‘masculine’, is because our society leaves no room for the non-performance of femininity in women. When women refuse to perform femininity, they are labelled masculine because we don’t have a word for non-performance. There is the word ‘androgynous’ but I don’t think it’s applicable in the case of Butch women, or indeed any woman, because androgynous means, “having the characteristics or nature of both male and female.” Butches only have the characteristics and nature of females. Because they are female.”
I was going to respond to this person but I’m fucking chilled to the bone over this. They really are just hiding and erasing everything that doesn’t fit the narrative.
Yes, I also remember this well from the early 90s. Q for questioning and A for allies.
It was still A for allies in the mid 2000s as well. I remember that when I was teen.
downside of researching folklore is the occasional reminder that oh yeah, women were the literal property of their husbands cross-culturally and could be beaten or killed at his discretion for disobedience
Researching anything about the past is like this. Huge swathes of history where women are almost completely absent from the record because they were barred from participation, or their lives and actions weren’t considered worth noting. Even the most remarkable women (real and mythological) were nearly always defined by their relationships to men and motherhood.
It’s unfathomable to me that men can read about history without giving a thought to women’s absence, whereas when I read about history, I feel our absence like the ache of a phantom limb. I know our history should be there. I feel it in the periphery of the texts. The absence is conspicuous. It’s heavy.
i do think geriatric sperm and mental issues are linked and the medical industry doesnt want to talk about it bc they’re busy shaming pregnant women in their late 30’s. like honestly anecdotally the children i knew growing up who had older mothers were completely fine. the children with older fathers were not however.
This has been proven, to the point where scientists feel studies done on de novo mutations are worthless if paternal age is not accounted for:
Yeah, that “study” that men keep using to say women having children late causes birth defects… they did NOT account for the age of the man. And the risk of borth defects was still LOW when you look at the women having kids in 30’s and 40’s. It’s just that the risk went from like 0.001% chance to 0.1% chance. And that chance is likely to be MOSTLY due to the men with the defective sperm.
Men’s sperm quality quickly degrades into garbage after 30. Don’t let them forget it.
Women are born with all of their eggs, the egg just has to “finish cooking” and be “plated” to put it metaphorically. But it’s all there, all the genetic code is there, it’s not going anywhere and it’s not “expiring”. The biggest scam is how they somehow conviced us that age-related birth defects are WOMEN’S fault when women have the eggs they’ll have forever from the day they’re born, while men keep making sperm over their lifetime. It’s OBVIOUS who the problem is. The one with the broken down barely functional factory outputting barely passable merchandise is the problem.
Wait till y’all find out that a man drinking alcohol before intercourse/conception damages his sperm and is proven to be more linked to fetal alcohol syndrome than a mother drinking throughout her pregnancy. But women are the ones who have to deal with the shame.
I’m having a meltdown. When I was 9 years old I read an article in a magazine called Backyard Adventures about how this antelope, the saiga, was on the verge of extinction. I enlisted the help of my best friend and launched a fundraising campaign called Save the Saigas. We sold lemonade, had bake sales, sold belongings, yelled at strangers as they passed in their cars. Our parents were able to match the money we made. Our school helped. It wasn’t much, it didn’t save them, but it helped the organization at least a little bit.
Y’all. The saigas have been saved. A little piece of my passionate child heart that has seemed hopelessly lost and endlessly disappointed for a long time feels so soothed. Maybe it’s not all hopeless. Maybe our efforts aren’t a complete waste. Maybe we keep trying and actually hope for the best.
