You know, any law you see in the books these days might as well be written in disappearing ink. Statutes? Erased. Ignored. Rendered moot by a wave of the wrong pen. My wife and I? We’re not playing roulette with our lives. We’re paying attention to the red flags, particularly the official manual of red flags: Project 2025. Spoiler alert—it’s not light bedtime reading.
Right now, we’re headed to Canada. Not for the maple syrup or the polite conversation, though both are delightful. No, we’re scouting out the area we might soon call home. It’s where we’ll live if the United States, our United States, becomes too dangerous for two women in love. We’re meeting with an immigration attorney, sorting out the details of my potential citizenship. I can already hear the voices of certain people saying, “Oh, you’re overreacting.” To those people: I’m married to a woman, and we’re both gay. Do I need to paint a bigger bullseye on us, or can you already see it from space?
And no, I don’t trust this new regime to just run the country poorly. I trust them to raze it to the ground. I trust them to take a wrecking ball to democracy with the same gusto the Germans had for destroying Europe.
Now, here’s the thing: please don’t give me the resistance lecture. Don’t tell me to stay and fight. Don’t tell me I’m overreacting, hysterical, melodramatic—oh, I know the script. I’ve read it before. What I haven’t seen, though, is what you’re doing. Yes, you, the one who keeps saying “we should be doing something.” What exactly is it that you’re doing? Because I’ll tell you what we’re doing: we’re staying alive.
YEEEEESSSSS!!! ABSOLUTELY.
As a matter of fact. I do not own a TV. I will not be opening my browser either.
In that case, read a good book! Thanks for reading and commenting.
To Whom It May Concern, Which Is Probably Nobody:
You know, any law you see in the books these days might as well be written in disappearing ink. Statutes? Erased. Ignored. Rendered moot by a wave of the wrong pen. My wife and I? We’re not playing roulette with our lives. We’re paying attention to the red flags, particularly the official manual of red flags: Project 2025. Spoiler alert—it’s not light bedtime reading.
Right now, we’re headed to Canada. Not for the maple syrup or the polite conversation, though both are delightful. No, we’re scouting out the area we might soon call home. It’s where we’ll live if the United States, our United States, becomes too dangerous for two women in love. We’re meeting with an immigration attorney, sorting out the details of my potential citizenship. I can already hear the voices of certain people saying, “Oh, you’re overreacting.” To those people: I’m married to a woman, and we’re both gay. Do I need to paint a bigger bullseye on us, or can you already see it from space?
And no, I don’t trust this new regime to just run the country poorly. I trust them to raze it to the ground. I trust them to take a wrecking ball to democracy with the same gusto the Germans had for destroying Europe.
Now, here’s the thing: please don’t give me the resistance lecture. Don’t tell me to stay and fight. Don’t tell me I’m overreacting, hysterical, melodramatic—oh, I know the script. I’ve read it before. What I haven’t seen, though, is what you’re doing. Yes, you, the one who keeps saying “we should be doing something.” What exactly is it that you’re doing? Because I’ll tell you what we’re doing: we’re staying alive.
End of memo.
Going to the movies: Conclave is Brilliant in every way on every level
Good suggestion. I think though we're going to see the Bob Dylan movie. Thanks for reading and commenting!
I am not watching on monday!!
Good! Thanks for reading and commenting!