So I’ve posted a blog a day for the last 30 days. This is number 31. Tomorrow I will not post anything. In fact, I might not post for a week. I don’t really know when I will be back. Daily blogging is difficult, and this will be a bittersweet relief.
I never thought I’d have a use for this photo, other thank looking at it for fun. But it seems to fit perfectly with the prompt; narrow. This is a pretty narrow fire on the beach. It was taken in the Bahamas a few years ago.
The bathroom argument, though not covered as much in the media, is still going strong. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, the question is whether or not transgender individuals should be allowed to use whichever (public) bathroom they identify with. There are meany arguments for and against, but some don’t make any sense.
I know a lot of Bernie supporters are upset/disappointed/angry about the way that things have turned out. I know Bernie himself doesn’t support the “Bernie or Bust” movement. It’s stressful. But let me share some advice with you.
As many people know, there is a refugee crisis right now. Lots of refugees that no one wants to help. You may also know that the Red Cross has asked for blood donations, as their blood supply is critically low. Though you may not think so, these two crises have something in common.
I’d like to start by saying that I am 21 years old. I have never given birth, though many women my age have. But I do have a child. I adopted one. Four, actually. And they are all my children.
What do wealthy people actually stress about? They seem to have everything, so why should they stress?
It’s important to remember not to view the wealthy, whether it’s the 1% or just someone who has more than you, as other. They are not other. They are still people, just like you and me, with feelings, and ambitions. Even though many people find it hard to relate to them, they are still people, just like us.
I’d like to think about the phrase The broken clock is right twice a day. We all know that the hands of a broken clock stay just where they were when the battery died, or whatever happened that caused it to stop working. But at that time, every day, the clock is right again. Does it stop being broken for that minute?
I don’t have much to say about this week’s photo. This little girl is the icing on my cake. She’s my cherry on top. And unsurprisingly, she’s climbed into my lap as I’ve typed these few sentences.
The Westboro Baptist Church has taken over the American government. We now live in a country run by extremists claiming to represent Christianity. They have announced that all military personnel, lgbt community members, or a believer in any other religious system, your home will be burnt down, and your entire family will be murdered while you watch.