03/11/2017 by syrbal-labrys
Sorry, this was a cross-post from the blog that is now private.
I’ve been troubled on so many levels since November 8th, that I feel a wee bit like Indiana Jones, dropped into the tomb full of snakes. But I like snakes better than I like the things disturbing me, to be honest, because snakes ARE more honest. They kill to defend or to eat, not to be mean. People can’t always say that. I have tattoo’d snakes going up my left arm, and people sometimes shudder to see them. Snakes don’t make me shudder, people DO!
These things that trouble me, things that marginalize and “liminalize” me, sap my energy. These are things from my alleged “own side” that make me tilt my head, scrunch my eyes, step back in dismay. To me, long a student of history and schooled in the ways of “the Red threat” — these are things I could safely categorize as “fifth columnists.” Do…
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