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Saturday. Sunday. Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday.

The uproar, the anger, the outrage is real. We cannot allow ourselves to be lulled back into any kind, any semblance whatsoever, of complacency!

“Anyone who can make you believe ABSURDITIES can make you commit ATROCITIES.” ~ Voltaire

And, I might add, shame on those millions of MAGA idiots and morons who’ve bought into, who’ve supported and continue to support, this thuggish regime and their president (he’s certainly not mine). I cannot fathom the lunacy behind their adherence to such hatred, violence and indecency.

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as the outrage —

steeped in sorrow —

escalates, our furious nation

recoils in horror & disgust

but with resolve

tinged fire-hot in anger.

*

we spit in the faces

of this twisted evil,

these masked identities

protected & nurtured

into a deepening violence

by an unholy malevolence.

*

until such actions cease,

our voices will grow only louder

and more fierce.

for what is right, for justice

for Alex and Renee,

brave & strong & sweet.

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From a HuffPost article following yet another ICE-related killing in Minneapolis:

Minneapolis Mayor Jacob Frey called on President Donald Trump to withdraw the massive ICE presence in his city following the latest fatal shooting of a man by federal agents on Saturday.

“This is a moment to act like a leader,” Frey said during a press conference following the shooting. “Put Minneapolis, put America first. Let’s achieve peace. Let’s end this operation, and I’m telling you our city will come back, safety will be restored. Take action now to remove these federal agents.”

I read a quote this morning from an administration spokesperson who said that Trump’s sole motivation for “everything” that he does, he does for the good of the American people. Nothing but lies, nothing but grandstanding, nothing but cattle excrement.

Enough is freakin’ ENOUGH.

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necklaces, earrings & bracelets —

a snarled, tangled mess

of baubles & beads.

*

a few broken chains,

missing pieces,

gems with a tarnished

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or lackluster finish —

still, I’m thrilled

for every salvaged bit of it.

*

sorting through what remains,

I’ll wear her close to me,

a cherished means of remembrance.

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what the hell? to my cousins up north, to the guy down the street, to my husband’s cousins and his aunt, to my sisters and their spouses ~

really? you’re all okay with this? I am OUTRAGED.