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mallorys_cameraMy Intermediate English class is mostly Central Americans.
Mexicans. Guatemalans. One El Salvadorian. One Romanian.
The Romanian showed up last night. And two of the Mexicans.
“It’s been like that all week,” Lois Lane said when I drove her to her bus stop. I should have driven her home. But she lives 15 miles away, in Wappinger’s Falls. And I was feeling demoralized.
“Are they… undocumented?” I asked.
“One assumes,” Lois said. “We don’t ask.”
“No,” I said.
“Word on the street is that they’re gonna use the information they collected for the DREAM Act to round them all up, send them back,” Lois said.
And this is why you should never, ever trust the American government, I thought. Not when it’s preaching hope and change; not when it appoints the Poster Boy for alt.right white nationalism as its chief strategist.
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I deactivated my Facebook account for a whopping ten hours last night.
But then I realized: Now, more than ever, the world needs Exciting Cat News – to combat the essential dog-eat-dog nature of social media.
Problem is that I find the HRC apologists just as irritating as I find the Trump gloaters – my “friends” feed includes both – although certainly the HRC apologists have the morally superior edge right now.
But they’re so fucking irritating.
I want to slap them.
I post an article from The Washington Post that opines Bernie Sanders Could Have Won – not that I necessarily believe that; in fact, I think it’s highly unlikely that a self-described “socialist” could have carried the Midwest.
The Hillary apologists descend upon me like harpies.
Stop victim shaming HRC!!!! they demand.
A phrase like “victim shaming” offends me on so many levels. As a practitioner of the English language; as a human being who believes that unless you’re naked in a gas chamber, you probably dropped at least a few of the crumbs in that trail of bread crumbs leading from there to here.
Always one to look toward that silver lining for fashion-forward choices in sheep’s clothing, I’m thinking, Well, at least during a Trump Presidency, I will never have to hear the words “trigger warning” or “privilege” again.
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Actually, the worst thing is that I was so looking forward to all the white noise turning off on November 9. The election will be over, I thought. I will not have to deal with this massive societal meltdown anymore!
I’m handing in my resignation to the Gentlewomen’s Society for Prognosticators and Prestidigitators today. Before they move to impeach me.
Mexicans. Guatemalans. One El Salvadorian. One Romanian.
The Romanian showed up last night. And two of the Mexicans.
“It’s been like that all week,” Lois Lane said when I drove her to her bus stop. I should have driven her home. But she lives 15 miles away, in Wappinger’s Falls. And I was feeling demoralized.
“Are they… undocumented?” I asked.
“One assumes,” Lois said. “We don’t ask.”
“No,” I said.
“Word on the street is that they’re gonna use the information they collected for the DREAM Act to round them all up, send them back,” Lois said.
And this is why you should never, ever trust the American government, I thought. Not when it’s preaching hope and change; not when it appoints the Poster Boy for alt.right white nationalism as its chief strategist.
###
I deactivated my Facebook account for a whopping ten hours last night.
But then I realized: Now, more than ever, the world needs Exciting Cat News – to combat the essential dog-eat-dog nature of social media.
Problem is that I find the HRC apologists just as irritating as I find the Trump gloaters – my “friends” feed includes both – although certainly the HRC apologists have the morally superior edge right now.
But they’re so fucking irritating.
I want to slap them.
I post an article from The Washington Post that opines Bernie Sanders Could Have Won – not that I necessarily believe that; in fact, I think it’s highly unlikely that a self-described “socialist” could have carried the Midwest.
The Hillary apologists descend upon me like harpies.
Stop victim shaming HRC!!!! they demand.
A phrase like “victim shaming” offends me on so many levels. As a practitioner of the English language; as a human being who believes that unless you’re naked in a gas chamber, you probably dropped at least a few of the crumbs in that trail of bread crumbs leading from there to here.
Always one to look toward that silver lining for fashion-forward choices in sheep’s clothing, I’m thinking, Well, at least during a Trump Presidency, I will never have to hear the words “trigger warning” or “privilege” again.
###
Actually, the worst thing is that I was so looking forward to all the white noise turning off on November 9. The election will be over, I thought. I will not have to deal with this massive societal meltdown anymore!
I’m handing in my resignation to the Gentlewomen’s Society for Prognosticators and Prestidigitators today. Before they move to impeach me.
