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.

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.

I know where some of those old racists are now… By L.N.

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WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO ALL THE OLD RACIST WHITES FROM THOSE CIVIL RIGHTS PHOTOS? by Johnny Silvercloud (from afrosapiophile.com)

This article was unbelievably uncomfortable for me to read. But it is one of the the BEST, most well written, and informed pieces I have read since my despair, anxiety, uncertainty and outright terror began to manifest in the early morning hours of November 9th, 2016. When I say it was uncomfortable, I say this because 1. I am a white american, 2. I DO NOT feel represented by a large majority of white America and 3. I come from a long line of southern bred racists. (It actually made me a little sick to write that last reason.) When this article’s author, Mr. Silvercloud writes “while we as black people are trying to discover our ancestors, white people are stuck trying to forget and bury their klancestors.” he is more right than he may even realize. And to acknowledge this for myself, to know it, to feel this truth deep down, to wear it like a old overcoat that reeks of months’ old urine- causes me tremendous shame. For I cannot say, or do anything to change it. Although I never identified with any of this hatred, and learned long ago that hatred is a symptom of fear, and decided even before adulthood that I would never make any choice out of fear, but rather love (these are the only two areas we make both conscious and sub conscious life choices, and they do not co-exist), I still cannot undue the massive amount of trauma that my lineage has created, left dormant, and now is attempting to revive in the name of hate (fear).  All I can do is to dedicate my life to helping those being targeted by standing with them, teaching my children, and all those in my world how to change by choosing Love over FEAR. That, and to say to anyone who themselves or someone that they care about lives have been effected by my race (then or now), the hatred is over. I do not, nor will ever carry it in my heart, nor will my children, and hopefully nor will their children. And also this: I am sorry.

It’s Time

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It’s time. Time to wake up from our technological comas.

Time to consume something that is NOT a good, or service. Information and Education.

Time to stop exposing ourselves to intolerance over shared burgers and beers.

Time to decide to heal ourselves first, so we can heal the world after.

Time to know that not only does the adage “you are what you eat” ring true but “you are what you everything. Watch, listen, touch- too.”

Time to soul search. Deeply. Like with an official search party.

Time to stop worrying about being right, and worry about surviving, and the survival of those around that don’t enjoy as much privilege as you.

Time to fact check.

Time to do some research. (At a library, with actual BOOKS-remember them?)

Time to learn about American history.

Time to know our rights as human beings.

Time to teach our impressionable youth about ignorance and intolerance, so that their generations can avoid making such catastrophic mistakes.

Time to STOP BEING NICE.

Time to be courageous in spite of being afraid.

Time to analyze where we can individually do the most good the quickest.

Time to use tools that they understand.

To quote Marcellous Wallace (Ving Rhames) from “Pulp Fiction”,  time to “have a couple of pipe hitting N****’s to go to work on this thing with a pair of pliers and a blow torch.”

Time to get medieval on their asses. (Figuratively)

The time for healing and cooperation is LONG over.

It is time to unify. But with those that are true hearted, and good, and NOT those that want complacency.

It’s time to fight.