Meet the new hate. Same as the old hate.

Trigamy? Really?

You know what? I don’t even care about this. Here is what I think about Kim Davis. I think her brand of religion causes her to feel guilt and shame about her past. So now, in order to feel ‘worthy’ she has to fight against what is perceived to be the easiest discrimination to practice – that being against the gay community. Ah, but therein lies the rub! The LGBTQIA community has had enough! And with support from allies and the recognition of the court, they have been vindicated, albeit in a small way. All the suffering and abuse doesn’t just get washed away because of the SCOTUS ruling. We still fight, and fight to educate, and will continue to do so until ALL citizens have full and equal federal protection. Or until these RWNJs die off – whichever comes first.

Taylor Statute

Kim Davis Gets An Award For Breaking The Law To Discriminate Against Gay People


Here is a picture of the award I would present to her

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They are one and three years old. The older one has my mother’s middle name, just with fancier spelling. The younger one, the baby, is even more beautiful than her mother. Except, as a baby her mother was a dark-haired beauty with the most beautiful blue eyes. Almost thirty now, she is still a beauty. Confident and so much more aware of her place in the world than I was at that age. But that baby. My, my.

The girls are blonde, courtesy of a sweet blonde boy who grew up to be the man who loves my daughter. Their stubborn trait can be blamed equally on each parent. But the way they take my breath each time I see them – that’s all theirs.

I remember the first time the older one took my hand and said “Follow me Mimi”. I wanted to shout with joy that she knew my name!

How is it that you think your heart has all the love you will ever need inside it, but then you discover this grandbaby love and find it is uncharted territory?  Just when you think you’re older and wiser and there are no more “firsts”, your children have children, and brand new love finds and charms your weary heart.

Humanity Washed Up Ashore

From the Kenyan-born Somali poet Warsan Shire:

no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well

your neighbors running faster than you
breath bloody in their throats
the boy you went to school with
who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory
is holding a gun bigger than his body
you only leave home
when home won’t let you stay.

no one leaves home unless home chases you
fire under feet
hot blood in your belly
it’s not something you ever thought of doing
until the blade burnt threats into
your neck
and even then you carried the anthem under
your breath
only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets
sobbing as each mouthful of paper
made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.

you have to understand,
that no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land
no one burns their palms
under trains
beneath carriages
no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck
feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled
means something more than journey.
no one crawls under fences
no one wants to be beaten

no one chooses refugee camps
or strip searches where your
body is left aching
or prison,
because prison is safer
than a city of fire
and one prison guard
in the night
is better than a truckload
of men who look like your father
no one could take it
no one could stomach it
no one skin would be tough enough

go home blacks
dirty immigrants
asylum seekers
sucking our country dry
niggers with their hands out
they smell strange
messed up their country and now they want
to mess ours up
how do the words
the dirty looks
roll off your backs
maybe because the blow is softer
than a limb torn off

or the words are more tender
than fourteen men between
your legs
or the insults are easier
to swallow
than rubble
than bone
than your child body
in pieces.
i want to go home,
but home is the mouth of a shark
home is the barrel of the gun
and no one would leave home
unless home chased you to the shore
unless home told you
to quicken your legs
leave your clothes behind
crawl through the desert
wade through the oceans
be hunger
forget pride
your survival is more important

no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear
run away from me now
i dont know what i’ve become
but i know that anywhere
is safer than here


Warning – The image you are about to see is disturbing

Humanity Washed Up Ashore

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Oh ye that deny them an education


Patty Kinkead pulled her kid out of the Bristol Tennessee school system, and now she is organizing a rally protesting some history of Islam that is being taught as part of a world history class. Mrs. Kinkead, you have no dog in this hunt. Shit stirrers, lick your spoons.

Denying students – ALL students, not just the ones with Christian mommies or daddies, the right to an unbiased yet factual education is just wrong. This form of Christian idiocy is dangerous in its ignorance. Don’t we all want our kids to have more, be more, than ourselves? Why do these people think that eliminating a part of world history (or science, literature and art) is in a child’s best interest? In reality this sets their little darlings up for tremendous failure once they reach the “real world”.  I understand this all too well, because I lived it.

As a child growing up in the seventies and early eighties, the importance of an education was never discussed. There were no conversations about what I wanted to be when I grew up and left to seek my own way in the world. Frankly, I don’t believe my parents thought I would ever venture too far from them.  In blissfully ignorant fashion, I had no thoughts or experiences beyond the edge of my yard, the boundaries of our church doors. Had emphasis and encouragement been placed on education my life’s path would have been very different. But I did not know that at the time. What I did know was my religion.

Now by way of a woefully lacking, piecemeal, take what knowledge and experience you can from any source you can self-education, I recognize that same dogma as it rears its bigoted head on an almost daily basis. It tries to let out a roar, but thankfully it comes across as more of a mewing sound, not quite faint enough to be ignored completely but still loud enough to be annoying. And it is. To those of us who might be labeled as progressives but instead simply see ourselves as part of the human family, we try to shrug off this uncomfortably binding shroud of ignorance and intolerance, for we know that unless we do, we will not survive as a species.

The Christian attitude that they are the only ones who matter is just one of the many reasons I have no use for organized religions. I can be a stupid bigot without giving God the credit, or the blame, for it. I just have chosen not to.

Students to learn about Islam in Tennessee