“These Men… These Monsters!”
Pro-Life Until Birth. After That? You're Fucked
My job is weird. Meaning I have many jobs, wear many hats, and am a Jack-of-all-Substacks, with multiple tasks due in ClickUp, social media posts to create, and podcasts to edit. Eight days a week.
One ‘job’ is a monthly scavenger hunt. Today sucked. The rain in Boston was cold and I prefer my scavenger hunt days to be on my bike. I can weather mostly anything on my bike, including light rain, as an Uber Eats courier. At nearly 50, I’m not breaking out the storm pans to save $1.70 on a bus trip into work.
I finally, at this late age, am drawing the line at the “Motto” of the Postal Service:
Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.
That’s fine for them—and I do support USPS workers. I’m lucky enough to call one a friend. But no wind, no snow, no rain, and no extreme heat for me. I will save this for the dark Fallout apocalyptic days to come, when I can put myself through that.
You know the worst part of Climate Change that keeps me off my bike? I never thought I would say this.
It’s the wind.
I can no longer ride on really windy days. And you have to be blind or stupid to think that extreme weather conditions haven’t gotten worse over the past few years, no matter how old I have forced my body to be.
Today was a special day! I made an appointment with my old friend Maura (highly recommended, regardless of gender), who last cut my hair about 10 years ago(?). I’ve been on a pandemic experiment to grow my hair, and it was LONG! My niece is getting married next month, so I want to look fresh for it.
I dropped off the first clue, then made the highly unusual choice to take the bus transfer for four short stops to the next one, and to visit my P.O. Box on Commonwealth Avenue to pick up a package I needed for another job. I got on the bus again because it was really fucking shitty out there. Along the way to place clue #2, I passed Planned Parenthood.
There was only one fucking miserable ugly balding goblin out there with a fetus picture today protesting (within the yellow circle line by the way). The weather had me fired up. He stoically stared back at me as I walked by and yelled my usual.
“You monster! You monsters! Abortion is HEALTH CARE You absolute monster. Abortion is HEALTH CARE! You fucking ghoul.”
The rain may have forced my tongue to curse more than usual at this pathetic, sad man with nothing better to do than to—in the middle of a workday—stand outside in the rain as women and girls come and go from a clinic offering life-saving, life-changing reproductive health care. Maybe they were getting condoms for safe dorm sex. I don’t give a fuck. None of my business what those women were doing there. Also none of his, or his fucking church’s, or his goddamn anti-abortionist cabal.
Some days, there are as many as 20 of these disgusting, inhuman, pale miscreants out there with various laminated homemade signs and bullshit. Today, none of his friends could make it out, I guess. Good. Stay the fuck home and leave these women alone.
My usual chant of “Codify Roe” feels like a distant dream these days. Can I even say that anymore?
By now, we all know what House Republicans did in the darkness of night.
These Monsters - these House Republicans passed a broad bill early Thursday morning that includes significant cuts to programs supporting low-income Americans, such as Medicaid and SNAP food assistance.
Have more babies, they say. Incubate a fetus in a brain-dead pregnant woman (who just so happens to be Black 🧐), they say. The master George Carlin said it best, almost 30 years ago.
“Boy, these conservatives are really something, aren't they? They're all in favor of the unborn. They will do anything for the unborn. But once you're born, you're on your own. Pro-life conservatives are obsessed with the fetus from conception to nine months. After that, they don't want to know about you. They don't want to hear from you. No nothing. No neonatal care, no day care, no Head Start, no school lunch, no food stamps, no welfare, no nothing. If you're preborn, you're fine; if you're preschool, you're fucked.” ― George Carlin
In a recent conversation, Scott Galloway says that the GOP's budget bill includes a massive $1 trillion transfer of wealth from the poor and middle class to the rich, which he claims is the largest in US history. This transfer includes cuts to child nutrition programs and Medicaid, while simultaneously providing tax cuts for the wealthiest 1%. Department of Government—who shot who in the what now? Get fucked.
Time to take to the streets, peacefully. We The People need to yell at these fucking monsters.
Stay dry.
I used to yell at those bastards every morning when I worked on that area. Just absolute nonsense. Thanks to you for the Carlin quote. He was so right.