Their racist motivation has been apparent for quite some time, but the new animus of these craven, black-hearted, small minded, apparently registered-republican-voters is transphobia.
Transphobia came out of nowhere and is based on nothing. I don't get it. Moreover, I am disgusted by the people who are acting like it's a genuine concern. I am 52-year-old lady from. Utah. I won't drink a Red Bull because it might make me have a stroke. I'm afraid of Ouija boards—but I have never felt afraid of a trans woman in a bathroom (or anywhere). It's not a thing to worry about. And I say this as someone who worries about things. I hate that we are even talking about it and people (mean ones) are acting like trans folks are a threat.
Marco Rubio is Secretary of State. He is terrible, of course. But compared to our Defence Secretary, Pete Hegseth (according to his mother, "an alcoholic abuser of women"), Rubio seems like a gem. He is NOT a gem. He is suspending trans passports like we're on the wrong side of George Orwell's 1984, WHICH WE ARE ON THE WRONG SIDE OF. The outrageous, unqualified, offensive cabinet picks are just one example of the way Trump stretches our tolerance for the obscene. It feels horrible. I was wrong about how low Trump supporters would sink.
All of this has surprised me. I believed Kamala Harris would win in November. (Wrong.) If you've read anything here you know that I spent the last eight years in earnest trying to make a case against Donald Trump and for better things. I've taught people to read. I've raised four conscientious children. I've registered people to vote. I've written letters to undecided voters. I've knocked on doors. I've held book clubs in prison. I believe in education, compassion, serving others, trying.
I should say, I believed in all of that. But I was wrong because none of that matters to the types of people who wear MAGA hats. They're immovable. We are not operating from a set of shared principles and so I'm done trying to change things. It may be cringe to say, but I really thought I could.
Going into 2025 I feel ineffective, helpless and hopeless. I feel like I've been wrong about everything but mostly about my faith in humanity.
The only thing that helps these days is a few like-minded friends who are lifting the hands that hang down any way they can. Some of the best people I know—the cool and heartening ones—are the people who used to hang out with me here on the blog. This blog was never meant to be about politics. It was mostly about Prince and all the parenting mistakes I made. How wonderful that the friends I made here where I told the truth about what I cared about are the women (and, yeah—it's all women) who are the compassionate, bright, articulate, fair-minded, kind-hearted champions who now sustain me online and in real life.
I'm through making arguments, thinking constructive discourse is possible with the MAGA crowd, and trolling Mike Lee. I'm not going to persuade John Curtis to vote against the ultra-right wackos that rule our state. I couldn't do it if I tried. And I tried.
The thoughtless, self-serving, vulgar men in charge (and yeah—it's all men) are making the whole world worse. The only thing I have the capacity to do is to care for those who are wounded by them.
I bet you're devastated too.
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