ICYMI, 5.2 million Americans marched on April 5, 2025.
(The news didn’t cover it very well, unsurprisingly. Sam the Eagle is disappointed.)
We the People Demand Fair and Equal News Coverage
These are not normal times in America, and they should not be treated as such.
-Cory Booker
On April 5, 2025, 5.2 million Americans assembled in small towns, cities, parks, and along roadsides. From Alaska to Florida, these patriots peacefully protested.
Countless people from around the world joined them in protest, understanding that we are a global community and that when one of us is under attack, we are all weaker.
WELL DONE AMERICA!
5.2 million Americans.
Two percent of our country.
This is MAJOR NEWS.
Two percent of the country doesn’t just go out and march against the government for no good reason. April 5 was not business as usual.
You wouldn’t know this from the headlines on April 6.
If you rely on news websites for information, you might not have been informed about the protests either before, during, or after. Or, you might have been (mis)led to believe that there were just a few thousand people protesting here and there.
If you get your news from social media, you might not have heard about the protests at all, depending on the algorithm.
Here are some examples of the headlines at noon on April 6, after a day of historic protests:
How did your preferred news source measure up?
On January 6, 2021, we received breathless, minute-by-minute news coverage of approximately 2,500 insurrectionists violently assaulting our Capitol.
We get a push notification from a news app every time Trump posts something ridiculous on (un)Truth Social.
Every single awful thing that has happened in our government since inauguration day has been added to the top of a never-ending news cycle and given endless coverage by the media until the next awful thing happens.
But when 5.2 MILLION Americans organize to peacefully protest those awful things…crickets.
News organizations choose what information to prioritize on their platforms.
Why did they choose not to prioritize coverage of this historic event, which is among the largest protests in American history?
What the news platforms are telling us through their front page headlines is that politicians matter, the economy matters, violence matters, celebrities matter, the daily political drama matters, everything in the world matters, but
We the People
DO NOT
This is untrue.
This is unacceptable.
We deserve better.
We must demand better.
The proof that peaceful protest works is right there in the top three highest-attended protests. Each of these actions provoked meaningful change. Each is proof that there is work yet to be done.
Let’s work together to preserve democracy.
At stake right now are the most basic American principles —
That if you work hard your entire life and pay into Social Security, it should be there for you when you retire, and you should not have to question if those paychecks will arrive.
That if you serve your nation, you will be respected and taken care of – and not forced to worry that the federal employees who provide you with care will be fired, or the benefits you rely on will be denied, or that your healthcare needs won’t be met.
That your children will have access to a high quality public education and return home safely from school each day;
That the people you elect to serve in government will represent you and not try to make themselves richer;
That everyone’s rights will be equally protected and everyone will be held equally accountable under the law;
Right now, all of this – things that make our country different — are under attack. Our constituents are asking us to acknowledge that this is not normal, that this is a crisis.
So I am going to stand here until I no longer can. I am going to speak up.
– Cory Booker
Will you speak up, too?
Will you join 5.2 million Americans in disrupting the business of the United States for as long as you are able?
This doggo would love to see you there!
Calls to Action:
Print/distribute this zine for free.*
Contact news organizations and demand better coverage of protests.
Join 50501 in fighting to uphold the Constitution and end executive overreach: https://www.fiftyfifty.one/
March until the assault on our democracy ends.
*Printing instructions below.
I wrote this zine to serve two purposes:
To help raise awareness about these protests, which many people I spoke with didn’t know were happening; and
To demonstrate how our media is failing us.
I go hard for newspapers, but headlines like these make it very hard to justify their defense. These marches were historic. They were news. The media’s job is to report the news and it failed in a very demonstrable way this weekend.
(If you’ve never printed a zine before, this PDF file will look weird! After following the printing instructions you’ll fold it in half and everything will magically be in order!)
After Trump went away in 2020, I felt the kind thing to do was take all of my Trump patterns down from my website – I don’t like to punch down on losers.
No word on whether his Trump toilet paper will be available in the U.S., but because capitalism is gonna capitalize, there are many copycats which have been a bigly success. My dad LOVED his!
Ordinarily, I believe crochet does not belong in the bathroom. But, when I saw the photo of Trump toilet paper, playing with that idea was a golden opportunity I couldn’t just flush down the drain.
Besides, there is nowhere in the house more appropriate for the president who thinks he’s king than sitting on the throne.
I intentionally designed this Trump toilet paper cover without arms so he can’t tweet from your toilet. And I didn’t bother giving him ears because he doesn’t listen anyway. That’s what microwaves are for.
Trump Toilet Paper Cover
Supplies Needed
A sense of humor
Worsted weight yarn in Trump orange, yellow, cream, and pink
Small bit of white and black felt
Tacky glue
Two 12 mm safety eyes
Wire snips
Sizes G and I crochet hooks
Trump toilet paper or similar
Pattern Notes
Toilet paper rolls are different sizes, so you may need to adjust the circumference of the top circle and/or the height of the cover. Best to have a roll handy while you’re crocheting to test the sizing.
This pattern uses US crochet terms and is fine for an adventurous beginner. The crocheting is straightforward, but you’ll need some solid stitching skills to make up his face.
Trump Head
With I hook and orange yarn, make a magic loop.
sc 6 into magic loop
inc around (12)
{sc 1, inc} around (18)
{sc 2, inc} around (24)
{sc 3, inc} around (30)
{sc 4, inc} around (36)
{sc 5, inc} around (42)
{sc 6, inc} around (48)
{sc 7, inc} around (54)
{sc 8, inc} around (60)
{sc 9, inc} around (66)
in back loops only, hdc around (66)
hdc around
hdc around
{sc 9, dec} around (60)
hdc around
hdc around
hdc around
hdc around
hdc around
hdc around
hdc around
hdc around
break yarn, weave in ends.
Trump Hair
You will make three separate hair pieces, all of which are worked flat.
Piece 1
With yellow yarn and I hook, make a magic ring.
sc 4 into magic ring, pull ring closed, ch 1, turn (4)
sc 2 into each stitch across, ch 1, turn (8)
{sc, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (12)
{sc 2, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (16)
{sc 3, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (20)
{sc 4, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (24)
{sc 5, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (28)
{sc 6, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (32)
{sc 7, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (36)
{sc 8, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (40)
{sc 9, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (44)
{sc 10, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (48)
ch 1, sc evenly down flat side of semicircle (approximately 28 sts), ch 1, turn
{sc 5, dec} across, sc any remaining sts
break yarn, leaving long tail for sewing
Piece 2
With yellow yarn and I hook, make a magic ring.
sc 4 into magic ring, pull ring closed, ch 1, turn (4)
sc 2 into each stitch across, ch 1, turn (8)
{sc, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (12)
{sc 2, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (16)
{sc 3, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (20)
{sc 4, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (24)
{sc 5, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (28)
{sc 6, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (32)
{sc 7, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (36)
{sc 8, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (40)
{sc 9, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (44)
{sc 10, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (48)
break yarn, leaving long tail for sewing
Piece 3
With yellow yarn and I hook, make a magic ring.
sc 4 into magic ring, pull ring closed, ch 1, turn (4)
sc 2 into each stitch across, ch 1, turn (8)
{sc, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (12)
{sc 2, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (16)
{sc 3, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (20)
{sc 4, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (24)
{sc 5, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (28)
{sc 6, inc} to end, ch 1, turn (32)
ch 1, sc evenly down flat side of semicircle (approx. 25 sts)
break yarn, leaving long tail for sewing
Eyes
Make two.
With cream yarn and G hook:
ch 6
in 2nd chain from hook, sc, hdc, dc, hdc, sc
continuing down other side of beginning chain, sc, hdc, dc, hdc, sc
break yarn, leaving long tail for sewing
insert safety eyes in center of each piece and, using wire snips, cut stems flush with backing.
I said flush. Heh.
Eyebrows
Make two.
With yellow yarn and G hook:
ch 6
hdc 3, sc1, sl st
break yarn, leaving long tail for sewing
Nose
Make one.
ch 5
sc 3, hdc, ch 1, turn
hdc, sc 2, sl st
break yarn, leaving long tail for sewing
NOTE: instructions for the mouth are below.
Assembly
Whew! We’re getting there!
I promise this isn’t as complicated as it’s going to sound. If any of the instructions are unclear or you get stuck, please please please feel free to drop a comment or shoot me an email (wiselasagna@protonmail.com).
Sew on the eyes first by stitching around the edges. Then sew horizontally across the top and bottom of the safety eyes to make his eyes appear squinty, like so:
Next, sew on the nose by stitching around the edges.
Now sew on the eyebrows by stitching around the edges. You can make your Trump angry by having the inner corners point downward toward his nose. Or, you can give him a confused expression by sewing them slanted in different directions. Play around with placement before sewing them on, it’s fun!
Time to sew on Trump’s hair. First place Piece 2 on his head about here:
I only sewed down the straight edge of the semicircle because I wanted his hair to stay somewhat poseable. Feel free to stitch around all edges of his hair if you prefer.
Next, place Piece 1 over Piece 2 like so, and sew down the straight edge of the semicircle:
Lastly, place the straight edge of Piece 3 against the straight edge of Piece 1, and stitch those two edges together. It will look like a part in Trump’s hair when you’re done.
Stitch on some sideburns with yellow yarn. I held the yarn doubled and went over each horizontal row twice. I didn’t bother covering the back of his head with yellow yarn, but you could if you wanted his head to be more lifelike.
Time for the mouth. First cut two thin trapezoids from white felt (for his teeth), and then place them on some black felt and cut around them. Glue the white felt pieces to the black felt.
With pink yarn and G hook, ch enough stitches to form lips around the felt teeth. Join the chain and then sc each stitch around. Break yarn and either weave in ends or leave a long tail if you’ll be sewing.
Glue the teeth to the head, and then glue the lips around the teeth. This part is a little fiddly. It helps if you use a pin or two to shape the mouth and teeth as you’d like them to be.
After the glue on the lips is mostly dry, you may wish to stitch the lips to the head around the bottom row of the lips.
Enjoy your Trump toilet paper cover!
The good thing about this project is that while faces can be pretty complicated to craft with yarn, Trump’s face is so ridiculous it’s hard to mess up. Seriously, there is no way you can get this wrong. And even if you do, it will only add to his character.
Sometimes while I’m working on projects like this, little questions bubble up to the surface like Donald Trump’s bathtub farts:
Has Donald Trump ever purchased toilet paper?
Has Donald Trump ever replaced an empty roll of toilet paper, or has he just made his wives sad?
Does he even share a bathroom with his wife?
I mean I know they don’t now but have they ever?
Or do they just have a different bathroom for each day of the week, so that the smell of rancid tweets is long gone from his by the time he rotates back to say, the Monday bathroom?
Does Donald Trump know where the extra toilet paper is in the White House?
Does Trump like the toilet paper to roll over the top of the roll or does he prefer it to go under the roll and pull up? He’s probably one of those people who does it wrong.
Is he aware of Trump toilet paper and, if so, how does he feel about it?
Does he yell at his housekeeping staff if they don’t fold the edges of his toilet paper into origami animals after each potty break?
I worry about these things. If you ever have an opportunity to ask Donald Trump these questions please do and then report back. Inquiring minds want to know.
There are the other projects in this series which I’ll be sharing soon:
Tiny Trump
Trump Muffin
President Prick
I am concerned if I keep going with this my house will be taken over in crochet Trump. But at least when we get to the point where we are all required to have Trump shrines in our home, I’ll be prepared.
If this Trump toilet paper cover made you laugh, I’d be thrilled if you pinned this on Pinterest and/or shared!
Sidenote: If you want actual Trump toilet paper to place inside of your Trump toilet paper cover, check this out! It may chafe your ass (so lifelike!), but it’s entertaining!
[twenty-page exposition about what this recipe means to me and my family plus a lot of annoying ads]
Ingredients
For the sauce:
1 Orange Bloviator
1 half-baked Muskmelon
6 young prawns (If their prefrontal cortex is fully developed, they’re too old. You can tell by asking them “who’s your daddy?” If their answer is Elon Musk, they’re perfect for this recipe.)
150 pounds of Zuckerberger
1 recipe of Bananas Bezos
Half a senate full of eels
Half a senate full of feckless do-nothings (roughly, eyeball it)
For the noodles:
75,000,000 fried Americans
Instructions
Weigh ingredients carefully on the scales of justice. If the scale is balanced, tip it a bit by removing some rights.
Dump all sauce ingredients into a vat of boiling water. Boil, vigorously, for fifteen days, while chanting1:
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg and howlet’s wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
While the sauce is boiling, make the noodles. Fried Americans are tough to break down but with proper technique it can be done.
Isolate them. Make them feel invisible. Encourage them to believe that everyone is wealthier, more attractive, smarter, more talented, and having more fun than they are. You can do this by applying an algorithm to their friendships and communities.
Wear them out. The easiest way to do this is to make things more expensive so they have to work harder and for longer hours so they can continue fulfilling their duties and obligations as The American Consumer while fighting over scraps.
Make them feel unsafe. Threaten without action. Act without threatening. Do one thing but tell them you did another. Tell them you’re doing one thing but do another. Attack their identity. Identify things you’ll attack. Let insurance companies decide whether they live or die. Provoke mother nature’s wrath; deny responsibility; refuse aid. Instability is key.
A steady diet of stress and upset will weaken the fibers of even the strongest fried Americans. Apply liberally to fatten them up like spring pigs and they’ll soon be melt-in-your-mouth tender!
When the sauce begins to thicken, remove from heat.
Remove all seasoning, pick out the bones, and toss them into that big hole next to the prison at Guantanamo Bay. Don’t ask questions.
Beat the fried Americans into the sauce until stiff peaks form. Plant a flag on top, then lower it to half mast.
Serve with a side salad and a Citywide Special2 in homage to the birthplace of our Constitution, may she rest in peace.
America is a recipe that can be made only once. Savor the whole pot. Don’t share with your neighbors — you worked hard for this and deserve to choke down every last bite.
P.S. DISCLAIMER: This is not a real recipe, please don’t cook America. Many ingredients are toxic and/or unpalatable. It would taste like rancid paste, anyway.
P.P.S. It’s ridiculous that I have to put a disclaimer on a recipe like this but if I don’t someone will turn it into a TikTok challenge and actually cook America which would kick off all kinds of cascading fuckery. Nobody wants that.
P.P.P.S. If you’re having a hard time finding the recipe for Bananas Bezos I feel your pain! Don’t worry, will share one soon.
P.P.P.P.S. Don’t shop at Amazon, your purchases advance the eels’ agenda. Have you ever held an eel? They smell awful and their slime is impossible to wash off your hands. I probably should have mentioned this in the ingredient list. Sorry!
While riding the train to work the other day, a homeless man entered our train car and started working his way up the aisle, stepping into each row of seats, getting into our faces, and asking for food and money. He was large and imposing and clearly unwell and when he got to me I froze. A couple of rows behind me he grabbed a man’s bag and started demanding money, yelling at him and hitting him. The man fought back and managed to hold on to his bag. The homeless man yelled at and hit a few other people, and then he started getting into our seats again and yelling at all of us. We were midway across the bridge so there was nothing anyone could do but watch it unfold and hope nobody got hurt. We all breathed a sigh of relief when the incident was over but it didn’t seem like anyone was visibly shaken. Just another day in Philadelphia. I, on the other hand, was shattered for the rest of the day.
If I were a conservative, I would tell you this is a story about the need for increased law enforcement on trains, more cameras, and more good guys with guns to keep us safe. I would tell you a story about our country being in decline and how we need to take it back from the criminals. I would tell a story about homeless people being weak-willed and lazy. I would tell you a story that we are not safe and suggest that only a militarized surveillance state can keep us safe. I think of a quote I read in the paper from a Trump supporter, something along the lines of, “I’m worried about the ladies. They don’t feel safe coming downtown anymore.”
Because I’m a progressive I’m going to tell you a different story. That man on the train was hurting for reasons I know nothing about. It’s a story about a man who was failed by our so-called great society. Maybe it’s a story about being a disabled vet, or not being able to access mental health care, or of being a victim of generational poverty, or something as simple as the kind of cascading fuckery that can visit any one of us worker bees. It’s a story of his doing everything in his limited power to have his basic needs met. Violence was the only tool at his disposal because his requests for help were not seen or heard and had not been seen or heard for some time. This is a story about our needing to build our social safety net so that everyone can at least have their basic needs met.
Same event. Different stories.
The conservative story is a selfish one centered on protecting ourselves from others.
The progressive story is a selfless one centered on empathy and compassion for other people’s struggles.
In a society that fetishizes wealth and power, the conservative story is the story that won. Fear won.
This is exactly what FDR was talking about when he said “the only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”
Our government’s primary focus right now is deporting immigrants, building a lethal military, and shocking us into bending to its will. It believes its ability to do these things swiftly is a show of strength. It is not — it only shows how scared those in power are.
When you’re operating from a position of strength you don’t need a lethal military. You don’t need to deport people. You don’t need people to conform to your standards. You don’t need to fire your watchdogs and goad civil servants into resigning. When you’re operating from a position of strength you stand in your power and lead.
What we’re seeing right now is a President who is terrified of his country because he knows he is weak. Because he’s weak he needs us to buy into his lies and make us as afraid of our neighbors as he is of us. He is in power because he successfully stoked those fears. Now he’s offering us his solutions and every one of us will suffer the consequences.
I reject this outcome.
My great grandparents fled the Russian pograms to bring my pop pop, then a toddler, to America through Ellis Island. The promise of freedom and prosperity for all who came here to seek it turned out to be a rugpull. Pop pop came of age during the Great Depression. After he graduated high school, having no job prospects, he “went on the bum.” He didn’t want to be a financial burden to his parents, so instead he crisscrossed America by train with all the other hobos searching for work.
My pop pop was the homeless man on the train.
I don’t know whether he found work, but in his travels he managed to meet a feisty southern belle – my mom mom – brought her home, got a job in chemistry, and started a family. As a beloved, long-serving union president, he led DuPont into its best years, fighting for worker safety and fair pay, before he got sick and became one of the first asbestosis plaintiffs to sue the company.
All of that trauma is encoded in my DNA. So too, is the reservoir of strength built through surviving difficult circumstances.
My pop pop didn’t go through all of that for us to be doing this right now. I didn’t go through all of my hard times to be doing this right now.
Most Americans are familiar with the quote “the only thing we have to fear is fear itself” because it’s sampled in music (notably in the timely and appropriate song Cult of Personality by Living Color) and plastered on motivational posters, mugs, and bookmarks. Maybe you have a general understanding of who said it, and when, and what was going on in America at the time.
I’m not a historian so this won’t be a deep dive but if you’ve read Grapes of Wrath you have the general flavor. It was during the Great Depression. The stock market had crashed. Shady banks were doing shady things, nothing new under the sun. If that weren’t enough, a severe drought caused the Dust Bowl which wiped out farms throughout the Great Plains and killed thousands of people both directly and indirectly. Hundreds of thousands of people lived in Hoovervilles because President Hoover was a feckless do-nothing.
Because everything I’ve tried to write this week is better left in the confines of my journals, I’m going to share Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s first inaugural address, made on March 4, 1933. This speech was not merely hollow reassurance that times would be better. It was a call to action. It was an acknowledgement of the terrible times the country was experiencing and an indictment of those who sought to extract value from our country’s resources without giving anything in return. While our circumstances today are different, the roots of what led to the Great Depression and the Dust Bowl have grown so strong they’ve cracked the foundation of our government. It is now up to us to fix it. This will require us to work.
We all have a part to play in saving ourselves.
Progressives like science and data and we tend to let the experts stand in for us instead of using our own voices. We also tend to share stories about other people we want to help, which is noble! But it’s not as effective as sharing our own stories.
Trump is in office because he’s an effective marketer and storyteller. He pushed the fear trigger and people responded. Self-preservation is one of the most powerful motivators. When faced with a bully many of us will align with the bully because we think that action means we’ll be spared their wrath.
The Democrats’ story was less powerful because it was diluted by stories about everything but what we were offering. Frankly in this election cycle I’m not even sure what our story was other than “we’re not that guy.” That story is meaningless in an election. Only people who agree with it will respond, and there weren’t enough of us.
The fear story, on the other hand, is something everyone connects with. You know how I know this? My first instinct when I was on that train was my safety, not helping a man who clearly needed help. It took the privilege of time and space to cultivate empathy to be able to step back and acknowledge the pain he was in. This is something not nearly enough of us have in our struggle to not drown in a capitalist society. I’m a little ashamed it wasn’t my first response.
Every human has a story. Every human is an expert on the human condition and is qualified and entitled to speak about it with authority.
I don’t have guns. I have words. I have art. I have stories.
You have stories too. Share them. You must give something of yourself if you want a country in return.
I leave you with FDR, who was presidential AF, and encourage you to read the whole thing (bonus points for responding with your own story and sharing it with your elected representatives, who work for you):
This is a day of national consecration. And I am certain that on this day my fellow Americans expect that on my induction into the Presidency, I will address them with a candor and a decision which the present situation of our people impels.
This is preeminently the time to speak the truth, the whole truth, frankly and boldly. Nor need we shrink from honestly facing conditions in our country today. This great Nation will endure, as it has endured, will revive and will prosper.
So, first of all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself — nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance. In every dark hour of our national life, a leadership of frankness and of vigor has met with that understanding and support of the people themselves which is essential to victory. And I am convinced that you will again give that support to leadership in these critical days.
In such a spirit on my part and on yours we face our common difficulties. They concern, thank God, only material things. Values have shrunk to fantastic levels; taxes have risen; our ability to pay has fallen; government of all kinds is faced by serious curtailment of income; the means of exchange are frozen in the currents of trade; the withered leaves of industrial enterprise lie on every side; farmers find no markets for their produce; and the savings of many years in thousands of families are gone. More important, a host of unemployed citizens face the grim problem of existence, and an equally great number toil with little return. Only a foolish optimist can deny the dark realities of the moment.
And yet our distress comes from no failure of substance. We are stricken by no plague of locusts. Compared with the perils which our forefathers conquered, because they believed and were not afraid, we have still much to be thankful for. Nature still offers her bounty and human efforts have multiplied it. Plenty is at our doorstep, but a generous use of it languishes in the very sight of the supply.
Primarily, this is because the rulers of the exchange of mankind’s goods have failed, through their own stubbornness and their own incompetence, have admitted their failure, and have abdicated. Practices of the unscrupulous money changers stand indicted in the court of public opinion, rejected by the hearts and minds of men.
True, they have tried. But their efforts have been cast in the pattern of an outworn tradition. Faced by failure of credit, they have proposed only the lending of more money. Stripped of the lure of profit by which to induce our people to follow their false leadership, they have resorted to exhortations, pleading tearfully for restored confidence. They only know the rules of a generation of self-seekers. They have no vision, and when there is no vision the people perish.
Yes, the money changers have fled from their high seats in the temple of our civilization. We may now restore that temple to the ancient truths. The measure of that restoration lies in the extent to which we apply social values more noble than mere monetary profit.
Happiness lies not in the mere possession of money; it lies in the joy of achievement, in the thrill of creative effort. The joy, the moral stimulation of work no longer must be forgotten in the mad chase of evanescent profits. These dark days, my friends, will be worth all they cost us if they teach us that our true destiny is not to be ministered unto but to minister to ourselves, to our fellow men.
Recognition of that falsity of material wealth as the standard of success goes hand in hand with the abandonment of the false belief that public office and high political position are to be valued only by the standards of pride of place and personal profit; and there must be an end to a conduct in banking and in business which too often has given to a sacred trust the likeness of callous and selfish wrongdoing. Small wonder that confidence languishes, for it thrives only on honesty, on honor, on the sacredness of obligations, on faithful protection, and on unselfish performance; without them it cannot live.
Restoration calls, however, not for changes in ethics alone. This Nation is asking for action, and action now.
Our greatest primary task is to put people to work. This is no unsolvable problem if we face it wisely and courageously. It can be accomplished in part by direct recruiting by the Government itself, treating the task as we would treat the emergency of a war, but at the same time, through this employment, accomplishing great — greatly needed projects to stimulate and reorganize the use of our great natural resources.
Hand in hand with that we must frankly recognize the overbalance of population in our industrial centers and, by engaging on a national scale in a redistribution, endeavor to provide a better use of the land for those best fitted for the land.Yes, the task can be helped by definite efforts to raise the values of agricultural products, and with this the power to purchase the output of our cities. It can be helped by preventing realistically the tragedy of the growing loss through foreclosure of our small homes and our farms. It can be helped by insistence that the Federal, the State, and the local governments act forthwith on the demand that their cost be drastically reduced. It can be helped by the unifying of relief activities which today are often scattered, uneconomical, unequal. It can be helped by national planning for and supervision of all forms of transportation and of communications and other utilities that have a definitely public character. There are many ways in which it can be helped, but it can never be helped by merely talking about it.
We must act. We must act quickly.
And finally, in our progress towards a resumption of work, we require two safeguards against a return of the evils of the old order. There must be a strict supervision of all banking and credits and investments. There must be an end to speculation with other people’s money. And there must be provision for an adequate but sound currency.
These, my friends, are the lines of attack. I shall presently urge upon a new Congress in special session detailed measures for their fulfillment, and I shall seek the immediate assistance of the 48 States.
Through this program of action we address ourselves to putting our own national house in order and making income balance outgo. Our international trade relations, though vastly important, are in point of time, and necessity, secondary to the establishment of a sound national economy. I favor, as a practical policy, the putting of first things first. I shall spare no effort to restore world trade by international economic readjustment; but the emergency at home cannot wait on that accomplishment.
The basic thought that guides these specific means of national recovery is not nationally — narrowly nationalistic. It is the insistence, as a first consideration, upon the interdependence of the various elements in and parts of the United States of America — a recognition of the old and permanently important manifestation of the American spirit of the pioneer. It is the way to recovery. It is the immediate way. It is the strongest assurance that recovery will endure.
In the field of world policy, I would dedicate this Nation to the policy of the good neighbor: the neighbor who resolutely respects himself and, because he does so, respects the rights of others; the neighbor who respects his obligations and respects the sanctity of his agreements in and with a world of neighbors.
If I read the temper of our people correctly, we now realize, as we have never realized before, our interdependence on each other; that we can not merely take, but we must give as well; that if we are to go forward, we must move as a trained and loyal army willing to sacrifice for the good of a common discipline, because without such discipline no progress can be made, no leadership becomes effective.
We are, I know, ready and willing to submit our lives and our property to such discipline, because it makes possible a leadership which aims at the larger good. This, I propose to offer, pledging that the larger purposes will bind upon us, bind upon us all as a sacred obligation with a unity of duty hitherto evoked only in times of armed strife.
With this pledge taken, I assume unhesitatingly the leadership of this great army of our people dedicated to a disciplined attack upon our common problems.
Action in this image, action to this end is feasible under the form of government which we have inherited from our ancestors. Our Constitution is so simple, so practical that it is possible always to meet extraordinary needs by changes in emphasis and arrangement without loss of essential form. That is why our constitutional system has proved itself the most superbly enduring political mechanism the modern world has ever seen.
It has met every stress of vast expansion of territory, of foreign wars, of bitter internal strife, of world relations. And it is to be hoped that the normal balance of executive and legislative authority may be wholly equal, wholly adequate to meet the unprecedented task before us. But it may be that an unprecedented demand and need for undelayed action may call for temporary departure from that normal balance of public procedure.
I am prepared under my constitutional duty to recommend the measures that a stricken nation in the midst of a stricken world may require. These measures, or such other measures as the Congress may build out of its experience and wisdom, I shall seek, within my constitutional authority, to bring to speedy adoption.
But, in the event that the Congress shall fail to take one of these two courses, in the event that the national emergency is still critical, I shall not evade the clear course of duty that will then confront me. I shall ask the Congress for the one remaining instrument to meet the crisis — broad Executive power to wage a war against the emergency, as great as the power that would be given to me if we were in fact invaded by a foreign foe.For the trust reposed in me, I will return the courage and the devotion that befit the time. I can do no less.
We face the arduous days that lie before us in the warm courage of national unity; with the clear consciousness of seeking old and precious moral values; with the clean satisfaction that comes from the stern performance of duty by old and young alike. We aim at the assurance of a rounded, a permanent national life.
We do not distrust the — the future of essential democracy. The people of the United States have not failed. In their need they have registered a mandate that they want direct, vigorous action. They have asked for discipline and direction under leadership. They have made me the present instrument of their wishes. In the spirit of the gift I take it.
In this dedication — In this dedication of a Nation, we humbly ask the blessing of God.
I know he doesn’t work there anymore, but Jeff Bezos still profits from our Amazon addiction. This rankles me, because that fucker manufactured our addiction in the first place.
When Amazon was new, it was nice to be able to have books and CDs delivered to my house. In my early 20s, as a young single mom who was working full time while also going to college full time, I didn’t have time for things like going to the mall to browse Waldenbooks and Sam Goody. I’m not sure how I had time to read piles of books, but I guess that’s where being single came in handy!
Over the years Amazon expanded its offerings and it became easy to finish holiday shopping without leaving the house, which was ideal because I hate both winter and shopping. When I moved house last year I was in the middle of a trial and didn’t have time to buy the things I needed to set up a new household, so I relied heavily on Amazon for everything from storage bowls to water pitchers to dishes. I even ordered a bed on Amazon which turned out to be a very expensive mistake.
Now, the habit of ordering things I need (or want) from Amazon the second the idea bounces into my brain is so ingrained that when I see myself getting low on ramen I hop on Amazon and order a case. Almost out of glue sticks? Amazon. Oh no! I forgot to pick up a swimsuit and goggles and kiddo starts swim class this week. Amazon to the rescue! 🥳 It’s gotten so normal to just click add to cart and have things show up the next day that I stopped needing to plan for anything. Amazon was there to meet my every need for the low low price of $139 a year. Amazon became my poorly paid personal shopper.
There are people who have never known a life without at least a weekly Amazon delivery.
So anyway, I ripped the band-aid off this morning and will no longer be using anything to do with Amazon. My life will be harder at first. I’ll have to remember to plan ahead or do without until I can get to a store. I’ll have to hunt some things down or substitute if I can’t find that specific thing. I’ll probably save a shitton of money, because a) I’m lazy and won’t run out to the store for just one thing and b) I’ll likely find that my life is just fine without whatever that thing was I desperately needed to order immediately by the time I actually get around to going to the store for it.
There’s not a whole lot we can do to change the political predicament we now find ourselves in. The people are in office doing the terrible things they promised to do and all we can do is watch in horror and hope we get ourselves to a better place during this year’s state elections and midterms in a couple of years.
We can, however, make an annoyance out of ourselves. If we stop shopping at Amazon, specifically, but also all of the other stores abandoning their DEI initiatives (Amazon is one of them), they’ll be less profitable but ONLY if enough people do it. Little old me doing this by myself isn’t going to make a dent. I’m ok with being the cheese standing alone, but it would be nice to have some company!
You cannot reject this toxic technocratic political regime while continuing to fill its coffers. We don’t have a choice in much of it. But where we choose to spend our own money? That’s an easy one.
The hardship of having to remember how to plan ahead is nothing compared to the hardship that will result from doing the same thing over and over again – only doing the easy things – and expecting different results. If we can’t, as a unified action, manage not buying things from bad places while things are fairly easy, we have no hope of organizing actions like national strikes when the going really gets tough. By then it will be too late.
This is the high cost of low prices and convenience we’ve been warned about for years. Those chickens are coming home to roost, sick and with barren wombs.
Your actions are your values. Not what you say. Not what you post on social media. Not what’s on the sign you hold when you march. Your values are not the lies you tell yourself about who you are so you can sleep at night pretending you’re one of the good ones. Your values are what you do when nobody is looking.
We have already seen our small towns and local shops decimated by retail behemoths. The businesses we’ve lost aren’t coming back. It will become prohibitively expensive for new small businesses to organize. If you want options other than continuing to enrich people who are demonstrating day after day that they don’t deserve your business, now is the time to make a change. Yesterday was the time to make that change. Our lives are about to get very, very expensive. Those of us who are able to pay a little more and take on some inconvenience to support local businesses MUST. If we don’t, the only options we’ll be left with are the ones that harm us all.
I was delighted to receive an Internet summons in the mail today – what a refreshing change from all the medical bills I can’t pay! Unfortunately, for the reasons outlined below, I will be unable to appear on January 20 or on any date thereafter for at least the next eight or twelve years. I’m sure you’ll agree that our experiment in having a functional Internet will end on that date. If you don’t agree, you’re part of the problem. At any rate, we’ll need time to reconstruct what’s left from the rubble, so I’m hopeful you’ll excuse me from appearing.
I spend my day surrounded by lawyers, most of whom have mastered the art of disagreement. When faced with an alternative fact advanced by opposing counsel they adopt a thoughtful demeanor, make a “hmmmm” sound while tapping their pen, pausing to gather their thoughts before responding, and then say something like, “So what you’re saying is that in Schenk the court found that you can’t yell fire in a crowded theater. I see your point. It could create a dangerous situation and cause undue panic for theater patrons with potentially harmful consequences. However, I have a different view based on Brandenburg, which is more on point and supports our argument that you can shout fire in a crowded theater if the theater installed non-reclining seats in which not even a flea-ridden dog should be forced to sit. Your client’s violent actions caused my client a great deal of pain and suffering in line with the court’s reasoning in that case.” And so the conversation would go, back and forth, in a civil fashion, until the lawyers hammered out an agreement to make an insurance company cough up some dough to make the whole thing go away.
The Internet is a similarly adversarial environment. However, on the Internet, I’m no longer sure whether what I’m seeing was created by an AI bot, a billionaire trying to manipulate public opinion, or a lawyer cat who is live and ready to proceed. To add to this confusion, the Internet is populated with pedants who will spend their dying breath arguing about whether someone used the proper gerund with a pronoun. This was because someone responded to a post about an obscure TikTok “celebrity” with: “Who?” and someone told them to Google it because Google is free and “your being ignorant of something doesn’t make it any less of a thing.” I’m not sure what the problem with this statement was (aside from it not being appropriately responsive to the question posed) but someone chimed in suggesting, “before you call someone ‘ignorant’, maybe you should learn the difference between ‘your’ & ‘you’re’.” (sic) Apparently both of these people were wrong, and the word should be “ you”. (sic) After a forty-eight comment flame war which included several confused Muppet gifs and requests for popcorn, we never learned the answer to the original question: “Who?”
My brain operates on logic, reason, and empathy. When confronted with this level of discourse, my brain literally ceases to operate. First, I’m confused, because I also did not know who that “celebrity” was and was hopeful I’d find the answer in the comment section. I’m a busy #bossbabe! Alas, when I Google things the first answer is always inaccurate Googlescum. I don’t know what the actual word for this is and I’m sure someone will correct me, but I do appreciate the shade Bing throws when I try to…Bingle? Bingify? Goobing? it: “The AI-generated content at the top of Google searches is often criticized for delivering inaccurate information and being created by generative AI.” Secondly, if I earnestly chime in and validate someone’s viewpoint, they don’t know what to do when they feel seen. If they can’t offer alternative facts, they just passive-aggressively hit the thumbs-up button. This is offensive because they’re not fully engaging with the wise counsel I took precious time out of my day to bestow upon them. Thirdly, and I don’t want to belabor this point, but it’s infuriating to have no idea what I’m interacting with on the Internet. I am confident that, barring a couple of recent acquisitions, the books on my shelves were written, designed, and published by humans. The conversations I have with people in meatspace are conversations with live humans who are ready to proceed. When I open up my computer, I no longer understand what is real. Given the state of things, I grok this will not only not improve, but will get much worse on January 20.
I’m sure you will agree that I cannot be fair and impartial if called to serve on the Internet. If you don’t agree, you’re a monster. Do better.
Thank you for your kind consideration. Unless I hear from you to the contrary, I will assume that there is no need for me to appear. All of this having been said, if you need someone to show up for Luigi in any capacity whatsoever, you’ve got my number.
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You’re not going to like this, Democrats. Please know I say these things with all the love in my heart. I see and appreciate how hard you work toward justice not only for yourself, but for all the people around you. Like you, I’m sad and angry and disappointed and scared. I don’t know what comes next. What I do know, though, is that we need to move through all this finger-pointing and blame assigning quickly if we’re gonna turn this ship around. It’s clear that voters don’t like what we’re offering. That doesn’t make them bad people. That makes them people who think differently and have different values than us.
(Yes. Nazis are bad. Fascism is bad. Racists and xenophobes and misogynists are bad. Trump is a rapist felon. Vance is an opportunistic weasel. Musk. Theil. Bannon. Miller. All bad and dangerous people. Having them govern us will be disastrous.)
There’s an old saying that whenever you point your finger at someone else, there are three fingers pointing back at you. For purposes of sticking with this aphorism, let’s call those three fingers ourselves, the way we use social media, and our overall strategy.
During the 2016 election cycle, I was all in for Hillary Clinton. It wasn’t because she was a woman, or a Democrat, or because I thought her platform was everything we needed at that time. She was just the candidate who most closely represented my values.
Our politics got mean long before that election, but to me 2016 stands out as the year things went off the rails. It wasn’t because of Trump’s involvement in that election, though, it was because of us. And I say it was us, because we were the ones doing the thing, but the larger issue was that we were being manipulated by social media in ways we still don’t have clarity about. If you zoom way out you could blame capitalism, because that manipulation was specifically designed to line the pockets of the social media platforms that profited greatly from our rage.
Back then, we didn’t know the extent of it. Now we do, but that didn’t change our behavior – it concentrated it – because we failed to push back against the very thing that’s eating us alive. We need to do that now, while we still can.
Finger One: Us
I was politically active during the 2016 election cycle. I wrote about it, I made art about it, I designed crochet patterns with Clinton’s logo that people turned into hats and signs and pillows, I canvassed, I showed up. When I suggested that we should try to understand the perspective of Trump supporters, because dismissing them as a basket of deplorables was mean and counterproductive, I got yelled at by people who were on the same side as me: “We don’t need to understand them, they support a fascist, they don’t deserve the benefit of the doubt. They’re deplorables.”
Ok. I’ll shut up about that.
Later, when I suggested that Democrats needed to be cautious about spreading misinformation and half-truths being shared by a prominent liberal political writer, that writer sent his tens of thousands of followers after me with attempts to dox me and rape and death threats. A woman who ran the local progressive action group I was a member of, not knowing it was me, shared his article about me in our group saying something along the lines of “this woman needs to stfu, she’s just a knitter and doesn’t know what tf she’s talking about.”
Ok. I’ll shut up about that, too.
Being on the receiving end of this level of hate from members of my own party (!!!) was the end of my public involvement in any kind of political activism. I wasn’t saying anything malicious or contrary to the Democratic platform. I was advocating for kindness and thoughtfulness as we moved through a contentious election season.
What’s the point in showing up when my own party is happy to deploy the same level of vitriol at me — a helper! — that they deploy on Republicans? I’m center-left. I have identites and issues I care about. I support people’s right to exist freely however they are. But if I wasn’t speaking up about ALL of the things ALL of the time, my silence was treated as being complicit in oppression. When I did speak up, if it wasn’t perfect enough, I was part of the problem.
This election cycle was no different, but also it was worse because we were so sure of our correctness that we were even less tolerant of other people’s viewpoints.
When I think of all the stories I’ve read about people who have left gangs, or have committed violent crimes and rehabilitated themselves, or are in recovery after a lifetime of substance use, the common thread is that when they were involved in those things, it was in large part because their basic needs weren’t met. They weren’t accepted. They didn’t have stability. They weren’t loved. There are outliers, but generally once their basic needs were met, their life got better. They stopped being so angry. They stopped fighting the world and tried to do some good with the lessons they learned.
I can relate to this experience. I grew up steeped in racism, xenophobia, and misogyny. I rejected my mother’s racism, but her anger toward “do-gooders” and people “living off the system” took root because I was struggling through a very, very hard life. I was not taking while working, going to school full time, and raising two young kids. The student loans I took out back then because I “made too much money” to receive any kind of financial assistance will haunt me to my deathbed (reader: back then summer camp was half my salary, rent was the other half). Seeing people getting paid to do nothing while I bootstrapped the fuck out of life to do the right thing with no help of any kind felt unjust.
So I was a nasty, angry, judgmental piece of work until well into my twenties. I didn’t grow into who I am because someone told me I was wrong and needed to change my ways. When they did, I cut them out of my life. It wasn’t until I cultivated a sense of security and formed nurturing relationships that I grew into who I am today. I couldn’t have learned kindness and empathy without people being patient with me as I evolved. Until that point, I’d had no exposure to or model for those behaviors. I’m grateful that I eventually did.
Think about the last time someone corrected you. Regardless of whether you felt you were right or wrong, it probably brought up feelings of shame.
Brene Brown defines shame as “the intensely painful feeling or experience of believing that we are flawed and therefore unworthy of love and belonging—something we’ve experienced, done, or failed to do makes us unworthy of connection.” When we go around attacking people’s identities and belief systems, we’re provoking this response in them. We make them feel unwelcome and unworthy, which makes them feel all the other bad feelings – sadness, loneliness, defensiveness, anger. You’re not inviting them in, you’re pushing them away. If you’re going to call other Democrats names because they’re not on board with your specific thing, you shouldn’t be surprised if they don’t show up when you need their engagement and more specifically their vote.
Making people feel bad about themselves is a losing strategy because we vote our identities.
This deep-rooted connection between our identities and our voting behavior makes it incredibly difficult to bridge divides or find common ground. We become entrenched in our positions, viewing any challenge to our political beliefs as a personal attack. This unwillingness to engage in genuine dialogue or consider alternative viewpoints is at the heart of our current political dysfunction.
Democrats are losing the folks in the middle who could have made a big difference in this election. Center-left people like me are being nudged closer to the middle or even all the way over to the other side because we’re tired of being told we’re not worthy by the party we’re trying to support. We’re tired of the drama. We’re tired of the nastiness and name-calling. We’re tired of having to pass everything we say through a content filter for fear of being dogpiled if we speak up imperfectly. I swear to all things holy if I ever see the phrases “do better” or “xyz is not for you” again I will throw my phone into the ocean.
It’s bad enough that we have to deal with conservative trolls. To have to fend off people from within our own party on top of that is intolerable.
This is not all our doing; these three fingers are part of the same hand. Social media has caused our political discourse to devolve into hot takes and flame wars. This is our new normal.
Finger Two: The Way We Use Social Media
Recently, on Threads, I discussed how dismissive the phrase “I love that for you” can be. I’m familiar with the origins and how its usage has evolved. It’s snark, I get it, and that was my whole point. Meeting someone’s expression of excitement about A Thing with “I don’t like it and I’m gonna make sure you know I don’t like it but pretend I’m happy for you when I really don’t care” is an odd way of communicating. It’s centering the entire conversation on yourself and your feelings in a way that demonstrates a lack of empathy or willingness to understand the other person’s point of view. I suggested a few alternative responses like asking questions or acknowledging that person’s feelings and getting curious.
I was called everything from slurs for white people to anti-queer to stupid for daring to suggest people just…have honest and straightforward conversations.
Clearly, I learned nothing in 2016. Now that I’m a Wise Lasagna, that was the end of social media for me.
(I’m writing a newsletter instead – The Lasagna Hath Spoken – and cross-posting to socials. Since socials are the place nuanced thoughts go to die, if you want to engage with anything I write, subscribe to my newsletter and/or email me.)
Our toxic trait is going into a political conversation thinking we can, or should try to, change the other person’s beliefs to align with ours, because of course our viewpoint is correct. I know we all think a lot about our brilliant political insights! But why the hell would we think a random stranger on the internet needs to change their views or their vote just because we said so? This is ridiculous, magical thinking. The best any of us can do is to share our truths and lived experience, and also be willing to sit with the truths shared by others.
The problem is, being curious about other people long enough to have a kumbaya moment doesn’t keep the lights on at Meta – those kinds of deep, one-on-one conversations happen offline or privately. The days of depth being prioritized in algorithms are over – if it doesn’t do public numbers, it gets buried.
I hate to break it to you, but this is just going to get worse, because Mark Zuckerberg’s plans for AI on all Meta platforms is to push even more AI generated content to us.
I’m not sure what the endgame here is, because the only place this leads is bots reading and responding to each other. But then again, when I see a garbage AI crochet post with ten bazillion likes and people clamoring for a pattern which could literally never be designed, I’m reminded how unaware most people are when it comes to AI generated content. I see it because I’m a terminally online creative. My grandma sees the same thing and thinks, “oh I should make these for the grandkids for Christmas, let me ask for a pattern!”
Prioritizing AI generated content in the feed means content created by humans will be less visible. AI is made in our own image (humans, but better!) so it’s already weaponized to provoke emotionally charged responses from the humans. Social media algorithms concentrate this energy and feed us more of who we are and more of what makes us angry, because this generates revenue. When we see our friends acting a certain way we align our behavior with theirs because we all just want to fit in. We see people yelling at Nazis, we yell at Nazis. We see people calling JD Vance a weird couchfucker, we call him a weird couchfucker. Social media has fooled us into believing meme wars are the same thing as political action. It is not. The only people who win in this scenario are the technocrats. To wit: these election results.
We’re literally being played into playing ourselves.
The only way we’re going to change this is by mustering the gumption to walk away from everything the technocrats are building – Amazon, Twitter, Meta, AI programs – en masse. Not another nonsense daylong boycott to send a message. Permanently. Otherwise, we can expect to continue enjoying the high cost of low prices. Social media isn’t free. You are the product and you’re paying with your data. We just wrote a big ass check to the tune of an entire democracy. I hope it doesn’t bounce.
We need to relearn what it means to build communities — online AND offline — away from social media. And when I say community, I don’t mean one of those complicated sales funnel “communities” built so someone can market their political action coaching program to you. I mean an actual community, kind of like webrings, or Twitter when it first got started, or Facebook before the chronological feed went away, or Usenet (hahahaha I’m so ollllllld RIP ICQ).
Either that, or in addition to it, Democrats need to start investing heavily in the type of social media game already dominated by Republicans. But that would mean we’d need to stop squabbling over which alternative platform is most perfect or – here’s a thought – build our own.
Finger Three: Our Overall Strategy
Welp.
Here we are, with an even bigger problem on our hands. In the grand scheme of Russian disinformation campaigns and bot farms, we’re the useful idiots, so far. We’re over here fighting culture wars (amongst ourselves – Republicans do not care even a tiny bit whether you’re the correct brand of feminist) while they’re building the infrastructure to fight political wars. They’re stockpiling ammo while we’re slapping ourselves in the face. It shouldn’t be a surprise that they’re winning.
In his book Don’t Think of an Elephant, George Lakoff discusses the strict father and nurturant parent models. This framework is helpful not only as a lens through which we can better understand how we got here, but also suggests a more productive path forward for progressives.
The strict father model assumes that the world is dangerous, competitive, and full of people who need guidance toward goodness. The strict father’s role is to take charge, protect the family, support the family, and teach his children (who were born bad and need to be made good, thanks Dr. James Dobson) right from wrong. Morality equals prosperity, and you can achieve those things through hard work and discipline. Collective prosperity comes from individual prosperity. The strict father is the moral authority and disobedience is punished. Strict fathers value discipline, obedience, independence, and prosperity.
The nurturant parent model assumes that children are born good and can be made better, and that the world can be made better. The parents nurture their children’s development and encourage their children to nurture others. Because the world is already good, nurturant parents provide protection to ensure that it stays good. Nurturant parents feel a responsibility to not just their family, but to their community, their country, and the world. Nurturant parents want their children to grow up happy and fulfilled. They value freedom, opportunity, fairness, community, and honesty.
What does this look like politically?
Conservatives want people to work hard and prosper. When they prosper, everyone else does, and so they’re rewarded with tax cuts. Tax cuts mean there’s less money to fund social services programs, but because conservatives value hard work and discipline, this is not a concern. Conservatives build infrastructure to support industrious people — tax loopholes, loose environmental regulations, and investments in conservative thinktanks to build their ranks and elevate their platforms.
Taylor Lorenz touched on this last bit recently in her article Why Democrats won’t build their own Joe Rogan. She’s right, we will not, because progressives prioritize funding projects that directly help other people, not ourselves. This is noble and necessary, but it leaves us without the funds to invest in things like the messaging machine Republicans have built.
Republicans are still running the playbook outlined in the Powell memo. In this memo, Lewis Powell, just months before he became a Supreme Court Justice in 1970, rang the alarm that capitalism was under attack and our country was doomed doomed doomed unless we started raising up the youngsters to not be antibusiness. This was peak counterculture season, a time in which everyone was turning on, tuning in, and dropping out, so naturally the capitalists were quaking in their plaid suits. Their solution was brilliant: embed conservative institutes within universities, fund research, support authors, endow professorships, and provide scholarships to students in exchange for their joining the Federalist society upon graduation.
We are not providing progressives with the tools they need to elevate their message. This is a problem in a high-information society which needs constant engagement and nurturing (there’s your angle to divert some funds, powers-that-be who will probably never read this article!). There’s an infrastructure vacuum where we should be taking up space and the Republicans have a fifty-year head start.
The way we engage with others about politics matters, and having these conversations on social media platforms has become so problematic it’s barely worth the effort. I don’t know where we go from here, but what we’re doing now isn’t working. Continuing to do more of the same would be asinine. How can we encourage an entire political machine to consider rebuilding from the ground up and to invest in the kind of infrastructure that could unify a progressive platform with so many different priorities? At a minimum, we need to stop scolding people on social media. Anything beyond that would be gravy.
Michelle Obama was onto something when she said, “when they go low, you go high.” But this just scratches the surface. When we embrace the fiction that we’re better than them, when we declare that we hold the One Correct Viewpoint, we’re still not seeing them. Nobody likes to feel invisible or dismissed. This is counter to the things progressives say they value. I don’t know why anyone would think calling people names is a good strategy. “They started it” is not a good reason, and neither is “but they are that thing.”
This is a hard truth to accept because it’s something we as individuals in this process very much have control over. Changing our behavior would be hard. And as things are I don’t think we’re, as a party, capable of the level of self-reflection necessary to course correct. We’re too busy doing performative histrionics on TikTok for attention and profit. I hope we get there soon, though, because this is not a problem that can be solved without a reckoning. We cannot change them. We can only change ourselves.
When you kayak through the Pine Barrens after a fire, the charred trees might break your heart if you don’t know they require the regenerative properties of fire to survive. Pitch pine bark is fire-resistant. The boughs may burn; the canopy lives on. The seeds inside pinecones dropped by pitch pines are sealed within. Only the heat of fire can coax them open to release their seeds. Fire cleanses the forest floor of scrub brush and dead pine needles to allow sun and water to reach the seedlings. After the forest burns, the Pine Barrens flourish.
Drought kills pitch pine seedlings. The fires burning right now, in the middle of the worst drought New Jersey has seen, mean the Pine Barrens will stay dead through the next growing cycle. Seedlings that began their life last year will die from lack of water. This drought will prevent seeds dropped this year from taking root.
For $500 you can buy a can of Dragon’s Breath Flame Thrower rounds for your shotgun. The rounds are full of magnesium which, when fired, burn at over 5,000 degrees Fahrenheit and shower your target with a wall of flames.
This morning, because flame thrower rounds are a thing people in the United States get to own, I had to spend $500 on air purifiers.
Where does one person’s right to bear arms end and my right to not have to spend money on things I shouldn’t need at 6:15 on a Sunday morning begin?
I feel very, very tread upon.
The morning after the election, while New Jersey has been suffering an unprecedented drought and is under a Red Flag warning to not have open fires, a complete and utter douchecanoe decided the thing he needed do on this day was toss his substitute penis into his truck nuts bedazzled coal-roller*, drive to the gun range, and use it as a flamethrower. The resulting fire almost burned down the entire town and isn’t done burning yet.
*I don’t know for a fact this is what he drives, but since this tends to be the sort of vehicle someone who does these things drives while they wait for their Cybertruck to be delivered, we’re just gonna go with it.
There are so many levels of stupidity baked into all this my brain has fried, along with my throat, lungs, and tastebuds.
It’s not just the stupidity, it’s the disrespect. It’s the entitlement. It’s the fuck your feelings, I do what I want of it all that gets me.
(NOTE: I wanted to vomit, but if you need to see what a Dragon’s Breath Flame Thrower round does like I did, skip to 4:30 for a gleeful demonstration by a fine Russian comrade.)
People who own Dragon’s Breath Flame Thrower rounds watch videos like this and enjoy them. I know there are bad people in this world, but I truly didn’t grasp the level of depravity until I watched this man demonstrate the many different types of things you could shoot out of a shotgun and his cackling excitement about the types of wounds those things could cause.
The irony is that sharing this is now more likely to land me on a list of enemies than the person who made this video.
I woke up this morning gagging on the smell of smoke. Not a little whiff of hmmm maybe there’s a fire in town. The smell of being in a box full of burning unseasoned wood with no ventilation. The smell of my house is on fire and I need to get out now. This should have startled me all the way awake, but I went to bed knowing New Jersey is on fire and has been for the past week. I pulled the blankets over my head and went back to sleep.
I woke all the way up and closed my bedroom windows. I live in a Victorian house with old timey radiators and it gets roasty toasty on the third floor where my bedroom and Art Attic are. When the heat is on to keep the other floors warm, the third floor becomes an oven, so the windows stay open year round.
It was even harder to breathe downstairs, where the windows were all closed.
My kids’ grandmother was the kind of smoker who would take her oxygen cannula out and light up a Doral five times an hour, around the clock. Her need for a steady stream of nicotine coursing through her blood was so great it disrupted her sleep. She loved to bake for our holiday gatherings. Her cookies sat, untouched, year after year. They tasted like ashes.
This is the taste of my coffee this morning.
I buy air purifiers online, one for each floor of the house, and look forward to spending some quality time in my airtight car later when I go pick them up.
The sun is up. The sky is pink. The fog won’t lift.
I live forty miles from the Pine Barrens. There are two separate fires close to me, less than fifteen miles in either direction. We’ve never had fires in these places, next to people’s houses.
New Jersey used to get enough rain to cleanse the air during fire season in the Pine Barrens.
Now it does not.
Despite being a Superfund Site toxic wasteland, New Jersey folks who don’t own beachfront property like to comfort themselves by believing they’ll be spared the full experience of climate change. We take pride in our lack of earthquakes, tornadoes, hurricanes, floods, and unexpected wildfires. Those are other people problems. This, despite all evidence to the contrary – we experience all these things with increasing frequency. A couple of years ago I stood on my porch in the rain confused by the sirens blaring from the firehouse only to later learn a tornado was tearing through town a few blocks away.
A sobering thought: if we ever need to shelter in place because the chemical trains that run behind my house derail or a nuclear power plant melts down, we’re fucked. There is no safe place in my house.
Maybe this is what we needed, for democracy to be set aflame by people who need to own Dragons’ Breath Flame Thrower rounds, so that it can grow back stronger. Or maybe we’ll just continue to pretend it’s another one-off, accidental fire, and that we don’t have a responsibility to the people around us to fix it because it wasn’t our fault and for sure won’t happen again.
While pushing my cart full of air purifiers to the car, a man stopped me. “Do you think those are gonna fix the air?”
“Yep,” I say. “Absolutely,” sure that with right amount of extension cords and a bit of ingenuity, I can rig up a system to protect us from the smoke, the drought, the ticks, the bird flu, and the good guys with guns who just need to blow off a little steam at the firing range on a random Wednesday afternoon.
My dad was famous for a few things: his ribs, his wit, and his wisdom.
He was infamous for some things too, but those are stories for another day.
Top three Randy quotes:
“Smiling like a jackass eating cornflakes.”
“It’s the principle, Jennifer, it’s the principle.”
“This isn’t my world anymore. It’s just not my world. You know?”
This last one was his constant refrain anytime we discussed politics after he found out he had cancer for the third time — the big cancer that eventually got him.
On January 6, 2021, I dropped my dad off at the hospital for a lung biopsy. We were still doing the Covid protocol thing so I wasn’t allowed to stay. I took a picture of the glass sculpture in front of the hospital because I needed to remember something beautiful about having to leave my dad there to face that awful shit alone.
My dad was a man who chewed up nails and spit out tacks. My dad was a scared little boy who needed his hand held when he had to confront big things. Both of these things can be true at the same time.
While sitting in the waiting room at my own doctor’s appointment that morning — anxiety, go figure — I watched the events unfolding in DC. All I could think was that my dad would be PISSED that he was missing the news. I couldn’t wait to pick him up in a couple of hours and watch CNN with him.
He ended up being stuck in the hospital overnight. He was feeling off after the biopsy and they wanted to keep an eye on him.
My dad died in July 2023, after a crazy surgery, chemo, being cancer-free for a year, and then having cancer everywhere. Because pandemic, he did most of this alone.
I say because pandemic, but there’s a bigger truth there I keep picking at, because he didn’t have to be alone.
On election day I think about the way politics destroyed support systems. My dad had his principles, and while some of them were…not as evolved as mine are, at his core he believed that we all had a right to go through life as we choose, and to say what we want, and that everyone deserved equal rights, and that politicians were all in bed with corporations and lobbyists to our detriment (obvs, his time at DuPont killed him). These principles were at odds with the values held by his closest friends and over the years those relationships dissolved because Trump.
He always told me nothing was ever black and white, just shades of grey. I think what he meant when he said this wasn’t his world anymore was that people lost the ability to see grey.
This picture of Tiny Trump in a cage was my dad’s profile picture on social media for years:
Someday we may see this, but it’s not gonna be today, because today we need to go and vote and make sure we can wake up tomorrow, and the next day, and the next, and every day after that, without having to open up our news app and see that man’s fucking name plastered in front of our eyeballs everywhere all of the time. He offers us nothing but stress and grief and misery, and we need to be rid of him once and for all. Then, and only then, maybe we can see this. But it’s sure as shit not gonna happen if he gets elected again. So please don’t vote for him.
On election day I also think about my brother, a virulent badge bunny Trump supporter, who now lives in my dad’s house.
I hope my dad is haunting him.
Knowing my dad, I’m sure he is, and smiling like a jackass eating cornflakes while he lives on by his principles.
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