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My elected officials are the sitting Senate minority leader, among others. I sort of. Don’t want to subscribe to his newsletter. But.
I did follow both my senators on Twitter, and my rep too. I just feel like things are presently so hectic that none of them are about to come do town halls in my area. I will keep my eyes peeled.
I think I’m going to try to reconnect with some of my former roller derby teammates for socialization and political action. It would be great to see some of them again, and also I think making a regular date to sit in a coffee shop or bar and write postcards and plan to attend meetings and such would be pleasant. I’m just… procrastinating on making the arrangements, because what if social anxiety and such bleargh? Etcetera.
*deep breaths*
I could probably do more good being involved in local stuff back at the farm, which is a Republican House seat. B-I-L is politically active there, and my sister is head of some committee in her Unitarian church, so I will probably just tack myself onto her while I’m there.
I suppose I could hit up the Unitarians here. I don’t know any, though. And I’m not one. But that could be another connection.
RL action is great, and I know a group is important to keep you from getting overwhelmed.
If only I were like, five or six years younger and still in really great shape, I bet I could get together a really great Attractive White Ladies Human Shield group for protests, and knowing some of us back then, a bunch of us probably would’ve been glad to join an antifa group. but now we’re old and fat and tired.
And I’m really really not willing to get arrested because I have a thing with my shoulders where having my arms handcuffed behind me makes them both dislocate, and it’s excruciating, and we won’t talk about when ever I would have found out about what being arrested is like and how much it hurts when you’re handcuffed and a cop drives all shitty and slams your dislocated shoulders into the back of the seat repeatedly. They weren’t even trying to be dicks, I can’t imagine what it would be like if they were.
My elected officials are the sitting Senate minority leader, among others. I sort of. Don’t want to subscribe to his newsletter. But.
I did follow both my senators on Twitter, and my rep too. I just feel like things are presently so hectic that none of them are about to come do town halls in my area. I will keep my eyes peeled.
I think I’m going to try to reconnect with some of my former roller derby teammates for socialization and political action. It would be great to see some of them again, and also I think making a regular date to sit in a coffee shop or bar and write postcards and plan to attend meetings and such would be pleasant. I’m just… procrastinating on making the arrangements, because what if social anxiety and such bleargh? Etcetera.
*deep breaths*
I could probably do more good being involved in local stuff back at the farm, which is a Republican House seat. B-I-L is politically active there, and my sister is head of some committee in her Unitarian church, so I will probably just tack myself onto her while I’m there.
I suppose I could hit up the Unitarians here. I don’t know any, though. And I’m not one. But that could be another connection.
RL action is great, and I know a group is important to keep you from getting overwhelmed.
If only I were like, five or six years younger and still in really great shape, I bet I could get together a really great Attractive White Ladies Human Shield group for protests, and knowing some of us back then, a bunch of us probably would’ve been glad to join an antifa group. but now we’re old and fat and tired.
And I’m really really not willing to get arrested because I have a thing with my shoulders where having my arms handcuffed behind me makes them both dislocate, and it’s excruciating, and we won’t talk about when ever I would have found out about what being arrested is like and how much it hurts when you’re handcuffed and a cop drives all shitty and slams your dislocated shoulders into the back of the seat repeatedly. They weren’t even trying to be dicks, I can’t imagine what it would be like if they were.
