Rusty & Rooted

The momentum to write has been stalled out thanks to the current administration, and more honestly speaking, due to the repulsive higher powers of the world – or maybe just the disgustingly wealthy of the world. I am hoping that these select few are not the highest of powers, because there has to be some glimmer of hope that someone or another collective can come in and save us all – or at least lead us to helping ourselves. At this point, We The People are probably our only hope – but the idea of getting two parties to lay down their swords against each other and come together to fight a common enemy is a hard concept to visualize currently.

Right now, the world as it is feels dark, especially when you’re trying to raise children in it. While I am being asked to watch a cool trick, or trying to stop the crying of a toddler who wants a snack 10 minutes before dinner starts – in the back of my mind, all I can think about is someone else’s child/children are being abducted, deported, placed into detention centers, sexually assaulted, murdered, and/or according to the Epstein files falling victim to cannibalism. At what point do the weird bunch of people who don’t currently have an empathetic bone in their body realize that this could be us, this could be our children and we need to do something. When do they realize that the rise of AI will cause long lasting and irreparable damage to our environment, that we are being censored, that our government is using media platforms and social media platforms to divide us even further, all just to keep lining the pockets of greedy individuals. Who honestly won’t find a lick of happiness even if it was looking them square in the eyes.

My body is receiving fight or flight signals at an alarming rate daily, and yet I feel frozen – I don’t have the answers. I feel scared for my children and fear that there is a chance for a disintegration of democracy as we know it. Send help, words of encouragement, or the names of countries that we can come to live the happy life we want for our children. Even saying out loud the idea of moving to another country feels devastating, this country where my ancestors were slaughtered by the millions just to feed the same kind of monster who is running rampant still today.

NO ONE IS ILLEGAL ON STOLEN LAND.
WOMEN AND CHILDREN ARE SACRED.
LAND BACK.

ONLY UNTIL THE LAST RIVER RUNS DRY WILL WE REALIZE THAT MONEY MEANS NOTHING.

Signed,
A mom who doesn’t actually smoke but would consider if it would help.