Trumpsters and Ted Nugent don’t MATTER. What does matter? Losing a celebrity soldier by her own hand. By L.N.

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I am going to write this article, then I am DONE with this topic. (No more discussing, reading or writing about it.) I have decided to pen a piece on it because it does hit a bit close to home for me personally. I used to be a stand up comic in the early 2000’s and even performed at some of the clubs that Kathy Griffin did at the time. This was her rise to fame, and although her and my comedy are not similar, I, along with many other funny women, were happy for her advancement, and served as her anonymous cheerleaders.  I left the business (and L.A.) in the mid 2000s after the birth of my first child. And from then till now, I have seen many things from Ms. Griffin, and continued to feel pride for her. Then Tuesday happened.

Immediately, my emotion appeared to be anger. I went on and on to anyone who would listen how “stupid” it was. I continued to be bombarded with the images of Obama Effigys being hung, burned, and worse along with re caps of Ted Nugent’s threats to Obama during his term, with these, came statements that if I was not outraged by these things, but am by Griffin’s action, I am a hypocrite. So, it got me to do a bit of self reflection.  I asked myself if I was a hypocrite, if I was outraged by the image, or was it something else? My conclusion was that I am not angry or outraged or even upset by the image. I am disappointed. (Being a mother to four kids, I am becoming increasingly faster at pinpointing my emotions). My disappointment comes from watching someone who has more power than many (because of celebrity, no matter what level) get so immersed in anger and resentment (that MOST of us feel) choose to make a impulsive, and very poor decision for an initial shock reaction instead of harnessing that anger and resentment into a powerful tool of communication to help lead and motivate people without power to rise up, to make a real difference.  Being a former comedian myself, I could have seen this outcome way before the actual deed was done. Why couldn’t she? My only conclusion is that she was so blinded by her fury, that her impulsive mind overcame her rational, thoughtful mind. And this is unfortunate because this is precisely the problem that D.T. suffers from himself, he is totally controlled by his impulsive mind, and probably does not even have the capacity for rational thought anymore. And yes, it has worked for him, helping his base to support him even more unconditionally. The difference with what Ms. Griffin did is this: The people who support Trump by in large are uneducated, toxic, and in many cases, NOBODY in terms of being in public radar or shaping public policies. (Including Ted Nugent. Hell, especially Ted Nugent.) When these people do or say hateful things, most people don’t pay attention, or simply roll their eyes, and move on with their day. But when someone well spoken and intelligent who is also a CELEBRITY does it, all other intelligent people mourn out of the innate knowledge that we just lost someone that could have helped us. And this is disappointing.

I am saddened because I have seen how many ways her action HELPED the Trump administration. Trump himself now has sympathy from many who last week wouldn’t have pissed on him if he was on fire due to a natural human instinct to recoil and be disgusted by brutal images. This is the LAST thing we should be giving him. Plus, the administration is using her action to 1. Exploit and harm the resistance. They are already are trying to make ties between Kathy Griffin and Democratic candidates (and it is having some effect- they are losing poll numbers since Tuesday) and 2. Distract attention away from: Russiagate, oppressive/atrocious policies being put into place, and the continued pilfering of money, power and influence away from lower class by the GOP every.single.day. We continue to unknowingly let these corporations and their cronies harm us, and that is sad. So when one of us applies their own “kick me” sign, it is TRAGIC.

I see it like this- If Rosie O’Donnell wouldn’t do it (a woman who Trump has tried to ruin for YEARS.) then it is NOT a good idea.

And what did Kathy Griffin get? A ruined career, and years of work and accomplishments washed away in an instant. She could have been a war hero. Instead, she was a suicide bomber.

Blame lies where it lies…By L.N.

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Obama is right. In Milan this week, he stated this: “People have a tendency to blame politicians when things don’t work. But as I always tell people, you get the politicians you deserve. And if you don’t vote, and don’t pay attention, you’ll get the policies that don’t reflect your interest.” And again, he is ABSOLUTELY right. A majority of Americans have become complacent, distracted (HUGELY) and let’s be honest, ignorant.

I am not saying I myself am any exception.  More times than I care to admit I have been reading the news (I’m old school) and deliberately have skipped well written, informative and TRUE articles only to read something that is gossip about some celebrities’ love life. And as a mother, also more times than not, I have given in to my childrens’ pleas to play on the computer instead of doing the reading they are assigned as homework, simply so I can have an hour of peace to lay on my bed, and read a fiction novel. Hey, it’s easy. It’s comfortable. It’s familiar. It’s non-confrontational. AND, it’s become a problem.  Not just for me, but for much of the population.  I have begun, since the election, to slowly (yes, slowly) scratch away at the surface of this problem for myself. Asking myself the questions that challenge my comfort, and security. Questions like, “Why don’t you want to read the newest article about cuts to education?”  Evasive answer: Because I already know what it will say, so why get all bummed out about it? Honest answer: Because my kids go to public school, and I can see it already beginning to crumble, and I may get angry and actually DO.SOMETHING. And questions like: “Why did you let them play video games, instead of having them read and then report what they read, and how they interpreted it?” Evasive answer: Because I am exhausted, and they will catch up over the weekend. (they won’t.) Honest answer: “Because I am so frightened, and emotionally drained by what is happening, that I would rather escape than help my children learn how to deal with life, because I am not strong enough.”  When I write this, I feel ashamed, and embarrassed. But there is also another feeling there-RELIEF. Relief of acknowledging the fear that has been cultivating, growing stronger being fed a constant diet of device distraction, false information, judgement, resentment, and comfort.

Thomas Kemper said “Acknowledgement of our weakness is the first step in repairing our loss.”  I am finding this to be the ultimate truth. How many times in recent history (or even longer) have we seen people acknowledge a mistake, wrongdoing, or incorrect belief without being caught red-handed? For me, the answer would be zero. nil. none. zip. And this is not just people in the news, but even for people around me, in my community. Even me. My own kids have a hard time acknowledging and being honest when they are literally caught in the act.  (They often throw each other under the bus to avoid consequences.) I have witnessed their peers with the same behavior. And from what I have observed from many other parents, taking responsibility for ones choices and actions, does not seem to be a priority for themselves or their kids. I am not shaming anyone, as many parents are busy working full time just to provide for their families, and can barely keep their heads above water, or they are attempting to shield kids from a harsh world that is moving WAY too fast. But, how has this been working for us? Where has it led us? What do we need to change? These are the questions to ask ourselves. As people, as Americans. (Not as Democrats or Republicans, but as citizens)

These questions will feel uncomfortable. They will tempt our conditioned complacency into surrender. But if we actually give honest answers, they will also provide tremendous relief. And with that relief will come problem solving from our creative minds. So yes, we DID get the politicians we deserved. (Even if we did not vote for them, because we were too busy ignoring those that felt ignored, oppressed, intimidated, and especially those who live in a constant environment of hate, darkness, and ignorance.) But the acknowledgment that those politicians are there now, and are doing their worst, and blame lies where it lies, (and some with us) in itself is empowering. Because you can’t solve a problem until you acknowledge it fully and take any and all responsibility for any part (even minuet) that is yours. Then, and only then, can you forgive yourself, fight a fair fight, and WIN.

Women of less melanin/more privilege, use your POWER! By L.N.

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The women’s march on January 21st was AMAZING. I took my eight year old daughter, and was in awe of every one of the females I witnessed, listened to, and met. (And the men supporting them.) I came home with a warm buzzing throughout my entire body and mind for the rest of the day, and into Sunday. I even wrote a post about my daughter and my experience.  And a month later, I can still feel the energy of that day. But another feeling is begging to be noticed as well. Familiar complacency. Because up until now, my caucasian, somewhat privileged life has been pretty easy. Routine,even. Drop offs/pick ups at school, afternoon coffee breaks, family movie nights, the whole shebang. And although I never tolerated hatred and bigotry around me, (you can read about this on my last post) Since adulthood, I rarely ever witness, or even read about it. But after the election (and before), it is so out, relevant, and in.my.face. (As well it should be.) It seems to get worse everyday. And with every story I read, or incident I witness (Last week while at a stoplight, I heard an older white male scream threats and profanity at a young black man who was attempting to cross the street) I not only feel sorrow for the death of my previous assumptions about how “far” we have come in this country, (we elected an educated black man as president for crying out loud! Twice!) and for how naive I was,  I also feel something else. RAGE. Like a small spark that began as a unnoticeable twitch in my gut, it is growing into a full blown blaze that threatens to consume me from the inside out. And so my “Stop, Drop, and Roll” instinct is kicking in, along with burying my head in some ice cream and stop reading. This is not the answer, so now, I am working on not extinguishing it, but rather using it to continue to make my voice heard above all of the hatred and helping others’ voices that have been muted in the past to rise as well. I am learning to contain it until the moment is right to let it out. Like when fire departments use flames to burn old brush away to allow for regrowth.  ALL women have this power. But we as white women who currently have a stronger chance of being heard,  MUST imagine the regrowth after our combined burn. If we KEEP this image in our minds, the nagging complacency doesn’t stand a chance.

Today, we MARCH. Tomorrow, things CHANGE. By L.N.

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“Oh my goodness! There’s a little one back there!” said the shocked older woman with a long, auburn braid running down her back. She was referring to my angelic, funny, beauty of a daughter. We were on a packed “to the gills” light-rail train in Sacramento. It was 10 a.m., and the energy was like nothing I’ve ever felt. Having missed the last two trains (due to them being too full), we were grateful to be on our way into history. My Daughter was in front of me situated between a couple that were assuring that she was safe and stable, although we did not know them. As for me, I needed to hold onto the shoulder of the kind stranger I was facing so as to avoid falling upon the take off, but he was happy to serve as a balance for me. This was what first alerted me to the amazing time and space my daughter and I shared at that moment, for the rest of the day, and hopefully, from now on. As  I was glancing around, I silently noticed that although every inch of personal space was being violated, not one face was in a grimace, not one set of eyes rolling.

Once we arrived at the station drop off, and walked to Southside park, we were greeted with MASSIVE amounts of the same, smiling, excited faces of thousands (and thousands) of others. And with their glowing grins, creativity. Pink “pussy” hats on nearly every head. Carefully made signs that read things like “Love not Hate makes America GREAT”, and further positive messages. An  impassioned man chanted “Don’s a CON!” and “DUMP TRUMP!” To which marchers joined him. (He didn’t have a “pussy” hat, so I gave him one of the extras I made, and he immediately adhered it atop his brimmed one, making me beam with pride) Several cheers erupted from the back marchers, creating a wave-like cheer all the way to the front. There was no signs of things the world has witnessed and heard over the previous  18 months. Things like division, hate, exclusion, fear, intolerance, and ignorance were literally non-existent. Only love, understanding, friendship and a deep sense of community was seen, heard, and felt.

Once we made it to capital mall,  we stopped for a lunch break. Thousands more amazing women, children and men streamed past us, further pushing the morale upward.  After lunch we squeezed through the crowd, getting as close as we could to the capital steps and the stage. The followed speeches given were emotional, motivational, uplifting, positive, trans formative, tear jerking, and reminiscent of the speeches of human/womens rights’ pioneers like Martin Luther King Jr., Nelson Mandela, and Gloria Steinam (who gave a speech today in D.C.). Not a single of these speeches was akin to the negative, dark and subversive inaugural address given by the new POTUS the day before.

I kept looking at my little girl. 8 years old, and she is already mature enough to understand how important today is. For her, for me, for ALL women. Before today, I was still scared. I was still fretting. I was still UNSURE. But  what I witnessed today was nothing short of a MIRACLE. It changed me. But my daughter ALWAYS believed. She has never lost faith in the power of human kindness and understanding. I feel I owe her and every other woman who left the comfort of their home to stand up for females that they know, and more importantly, females they DON’T an apology for my temporary blindness and doubt. So, I am sorry. I was wrong.The negative energy that had me under it’s spell  is dwarfed by the positive energy that surrounded us today. I am so proud to be a woman, a mother, an American. I am proud of women, I am proud of my daughter, and I hope she is proud of me.

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