MeMo

I started this blog to write about dogs, cancer, work, and life’s small disasters. Instead, I’ve become an unpaid, non-American crisis correspondent tracking Donald Trump’s daily chaos. This post is about Trump burnout, political exhaustion, and why staying vocal still matters even when you’re tired, overwhelmed, and desperately in need of a break from the constant “what the hell just happened now” news cycle.

Gynecology, but make it sci-fi horror comedy: floods, biopsies, zero dignity. Tamoxifen sucks. Being a woman is an extreme sport.

Today I acknowledge that silence is a choice, politeness is not a virtue, and “carefully worded statements” have never stopped a single bastard in history. I will not confuse restraint with courage. I will not mistake concern for action. I will not be impressed by people in suits doing nothing very professionally. If the world insists on sleepwalking, I am allowed to be awake, angry, and correct. Breathe in clarity Exhale bullshit.

Ah, the sweet scent of corporate loyalty being set on fire. hat was the perfume I wore in November 2023.

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