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dragonlady7) wrote2017-01-19 02:37 pm
dragonlady7) wrote2017-01-19 02:37 pm
Thanks for posting a photo of the political postcard you wrote! It inspired me to draw a thank-you f
via http://ift.tt/2iWxi3L:
Good!
I haven’t finished yet but I did go through the entire list on Wikipedia of representatives from my home state, and found the ones who are Republicans, and looked them up. The farm’s district is repped by an R, so I’ll write to him for definitely sure; I don’t vote in that district but I live there half the year, so I’m a constituent all right. And another district is repped by a Republican woman who graduated from a rival private girls’ high school (there are only two exclusive high-end girls’ high schools in the region, and one produced Gillibrand and me, and the other produced this lukewarm sack of shit, the youngest rep in the House and a staunch Trumpist, and let me tell you, I’m gonna write her the most exquisitely-crafted nastygram I can come up with).
Also, my rep is the ranking member on the Committee on Counterterrorism and Intelligence, so how fucking dare he give me complacent form-letters about collaboration with Putin’s fucking puppet. I’ll let him have it, for sure.
I also found a great Bible passage to calligraph exquisitely and send to basically every Republican I can think of, especially the ones who are hiding behind false Christianity, from chapter 10 of Isaiah:
Woe to those who make unjust laws,
to those who issue oppressive decrees,2 to deprive the poor of their rights
and withhold justice from the oppressed of my people,
making widows their prey
and robbing the fatherless.3 What will you do on the day of reckoning,
when disaster comes from afar?
To whom will you run for help?
Where will you leave your riches?4 Nothing will remain but to cringe among the captives
or fall among the slain.
It’s so goddamn on-the-nose I can’t even stand it. I’m about to take a letterpress class and I had a poem all picked out but I really want to do this one, on some gorgeous heavy-stock paper, and mail it to a bunch of hypocrites who won’t appreciate it.
(Maybe I’ll silkscreen it; that’s less effort but is still noticeably handmade.)
I almost feel like putting in the effort is a form of magic, you know? Like, I have labored over this, and you can take it as a blessing or as a curse, but I damn well know what I meant.
(As I get older I am starting to have more and more anger over the fact that the spiritual culture of my ancestors, that I was raised in, has been denied to me by a bunch of fucking hypocrites who have warped it to their own ends. But that’s a rant for another day.)
Good!
I haven’t finished yet but I did go through the entire list on Wikipedia of representatives from my home state, and found the ones who are Republicans, and looked them up. The farm’s district is repped by an R, so I’ll write to him for definitely sure; I don’t vote in that district but I live there half the year, so I’m a constituent all right. And another district is repped by a Republican woman who graduated from a rival private girls’ high school (there are only two exclusive high-end girls’ high schools in the region, and one produced Gillibrand and me, and the other produced this lukewarm sack of shit, the youngest rep in the House and a staunch Trumpist, and let me tell you, I’m gonna write her the most exquisitely-crafted nastygram I can come up with).
Also, my rep is the ranking member on the Committee on Counterterrorism and Intelligence, so how fucking dare he give me complacent form-letters about collaboration with Putin’s fucking puppet. I’ll let him have it, for sure.
I also found a great Bible passage to calligraph exquisitely and send to basically every Republican I can think of, especially the ones who are hiding behind false Christianity, from chapter 10 of Isaiah:
Woe to those who make unjust laws,
to those who issue oppressive decrees,2 to deprive the poor of their rights
and withhold justice from the oppressed of my people,
making widows their prey
and robbing the fatherless.3 What will you do on the day of reckoning,
when disaster comes from afar?
To whom will you run for help?
Where will you leave your riches?4 Nothing will remain but to cringe among the captives
or fall among the slain.
It’s so goddamn on-the-nose I can’t even stand it. I’m about to take a letterpress class and I had a poem all picked out but I really want to do this one, on some gorgeous heavy-stock paper, and mail it to a bunch of hypocrites who won’t appreciate it.
(Maybe I’ll silkscreen it; that’s less effort but is still noticeably handmade.)
I almost feel like putting in the effort is a form of magic, you know? Like, I have labored over this, and you can take it as a blessing or as a curse, but I damn well know what I meant.
(As I get older I am starting to have more and more anger over the fact that the spiritual culture of my ancestors, that I was raised in, has been denied to me by a bunch of fucking hypocrites who have warped it to their own ends. But that’s a rant for another day.)