It is 1:35 in the morning.  I cannot sleep.  As the minutes’ tick by I count them, like sheep.  Finally, I slip on my house shoes and slip out of the bedroom to the office.  As the computer fires up, the familiar hum and warm air dance across my senses. How many others are awake at this moment? How many others cannot quiet the thoughts jumbling around in their brain? Too many, I am sure.  Close to four years ago I was in the same place.  Lack of sleep.  Running on empty.  Trying not to believe that my world was about to be changed, and not in a positive way. Then it happened. To be honest, I did weep.  I knew what was to come would not be good.  I tried to stay positive.  My parents wanted change.  They got it. But so did I. And, so did so many others.  I watched as our country spiraled out of control.  White men drove into crowds, killing people.  White, brainwashed Americans marched against African-Americans, LGBTQIAPK+, and anyone they felt undermined their values.  I watched as people were killed in the streets, the color of their skin, the motivator.  I watched as women’s right to do with their own bodies as they see fit came under fire. I thought we had begun to move past it. But, here we are again. We are fighting for the same right once again.  I watched as children were separated from their parents as they fled a hostile area.  I watched as women gave birth on a cold concrete floor and were tossed a dirty towel to clean up with and to wrap their child in.  I watched as a virus began to take over.  I watched as people ignored the experts and listened to the man who told them it was nothing.  I watched as men and women laughed at the medical experts trying to save their life while they were posting on social media about being asked to wear a mask while shopping.  I watched as people had masks made with words calling those same medical experts worthless and that the mask was worth more than the expert.  But I have had enough.  I have had enough of standing by and watching as others are called porch monkey, nigger, coon, wetback, beaner, spic, etc.  I am tired of seeing a man push his “supporters” to hate those with different skin colors.  I am tired of seeing people belittled for walking into planned parenthood.  Newsflash for you folks, more than abortions go on there.  I am tired of people being too lazy to really do research and instead rely on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, etc to tell them “news” which often is just a pack of lies.  I am tired of seeing “journalists” who no longer fact check, spread fear just because they can, and who belittle good people on tv.  When did it become such a place?  When did people begin to again let the color of their skin tell them who they can love, who they can be around, and whether that person is a good person?  When did it become okay to excuse racism because you have “black” friends?  When did it become okay to ignore those that need your help?  Our country has become a country of self-absorbed, selfish, entitled imbeciles.  Where is the compassion, the understanding, the courage to step out of our comfort zones, and help someone that needs us?  Not too long ago I posted an image on my Facebook account.  It proclaimed that Black Lives Matter, Science is Real, etc.  I am sure you have seen them floating around.  In one small image we the people conveyed things we felt needed change.  My father, who is a wonderful dad and who I love very much, replied that ALL Lives Matter.  Now, maybe awhile back this might not have upset me.  But it did this time.  You see, I know that all lives matter.  Each and every soul in this life matters, whether it is an animal or a human being.  Right now, African-Americans need us to stand with them.  They need us to add to their voice, to be the strength when they need someone to lean on, to carry them when their feet can go no farther.  Did you know that thanks to the electoral college, their voice is only heard 75% compared to white folks?  How about our Latino brothers and sisters? What are they worth according to the electoral college? A staggering 55%.  How does that not make you sick?  How does it not make you sick that one person’s life is worth more than another’s because of the pigment of their skin?  While we are here, addressing the race thing, let’s address something else just as deep.  The next time I hear someone complain that a person needs to go back to their own shithole country I will be letting the imbecile know that unless they are a registered Native American they can march themselves out the door as well.  You cannot be an “illegal alien” on stolen land.  As far as I am concerned, white people stole this land.  Not only that, they continue to rape and pillage it for greed.  Does a certain pipeline going through sacred land ring a bell?  I am sickened that there are people that think they are superior by the color of their skin, by the amount of money they make, or by the power they siphon from the backs of the people they stand upon.  With this, I will step off my soapbox, but not before leaving you with a quote.  “For if you suffer your people to be ill-educated, and their manners to be corrupted from their infancy, and then punish them for those crimes to which their first education disposed them, what else is to be concluded from this, but that you first make thieves and then punish them.”–Sir Thomas More, Utopia.  Well, maybe just one more quote for good measure, and then I can go back to bed.  “How can anyone be silly enough to think himself better than other people, because his clothes are made of finer woolen thread than theirs.  After all, those fine clothes were once worn by a sheep, and they never turned it into anything better than a sheep.”–Sir Thomas More, Utopia.

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