The main objective of resistance is change through protest. Raising our voices in unison and saying this is not okay. I complained a bit about George W.Bush’s tenure as President, but I trusted his heart to know the right thing. I thought he was a good leader in not scapegoating Muslims after 9/11, and I really believed that he did what he thought was best. I do not have those same feelings with our current president.
I think the Women’s March of January 21st and subsequent marches have shown us the widespread frustration at this administration’s tone-deafness and fear-mongering.
Just today I read a headline (from The Hill, one of my go-to reliable resources) about the EPA to begin rolling back President Obama’s clean water act, directed by President Trump.
How can anyone be against clean water?
Who would be against clean water?!
Republicans, of course.
Signing his name on Executive Orders as photo ops is not doing the job of the Presidency, and Republicans letting this farce continue should be embarrassed and too ashamed to look themselves in the mirror.
Well, we are the Resistance, and if you read through President Bush’s comments over the last few days you’ll see that the Resistance has gone mainstream.
Following a bi-partisan governors’ meeting, Democratic governors were kept from the meeting with Trump by the Trump staff.
Some ways you can be part of this movement are:
1. Contact your local representatives and Senators even if they’re Democrats. They’re still keeping call tallies to voice opposition.
2. Read real news. Look at who Spicer banned from his recent gaggle to get some suggestions, but include The Washington Post, The New York Times, The LA Times.
3. Check in with Robert Reich each night at 8pm for The Resistance Report.
4. Read Dan Rather’s pieces on his Facebook. He has some great insight into what we’re seeing today.
5. Follow the Women’s March as they promote and organize more rallies and actions of resistance.
6. Download and read the Indivisible Guide.
7. Donate to the ACLU who are in the front trenches in court.
8. Most importantly, don’t think there is nothing you can do. If we stand together, we can get things done. Can’t march? Send emails or make phone calls. Stuff envelopes.Correct your friends when they post something outlandish and give them the factual information for the topic.
Lin-Manuel Miranda can be found all over online. He is currently (at least physically will be back after the tonight’s Oscars) in London working on the Mary Poppins sequel. He has a lively, vocal, opinionated, kind, social media presence. His official website is http://www.linmanuel.com and has all of his current projects and official means to follow him. Other ways of seeing and hearing him are: Facebook, Twitter, and YouTube.
He spends a lot of time, along with his projects, talking often about his family, but he guards his son’s privacy. Please remember not to post pictures of his son if you see them out in public.
The Harry Potter series is one of my all time favorites. It has influenced my most recent years in ways that almost can’t be expressed, and I found it all by accident.
As part of my Jewish heritage, I am prohibited from working on Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. I was always taught that work included driving, shopping, cooking during the day, coloring, writing (how ghastly!) and computer work.
In lieu of any of those things, since most years I did not attend Temple on the High Holy Days, I wanted something productive, but not work to do, and so each year, I chose one or two books to read. I didn’t read as much then as I do now, and so on the High Holidays, my way to prayer was to sit quietly, contemplate G-d and the universe, and read a new book.
Right around when I was pregnant or when my son was born, my friend, another teacher, gave me to borrow, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. I hadn’t heard the hype yet or at least it was at the beginning of its pop culture takeover, right around when librarians and teachers were discovering that boys actually liked reading if you gave them something interesting to read – a good policy for all genders.
So, I read it. I think it took less than the two days of Rosh Hashanah, and I needed the next one immediately. I joined legions of kids waiting on the hold list for the fourth book when it came out at the library.
In the interim, right after the seventh book came out, I discovered fan fiction, and then I was writing fan fiction and somehow started and became a group leader in an online community of a subfandom of Harry Potter called Daydverse. It was wonderful for the creative doors it opened up, but more importantly it brought me a group of friends of all ages and walks of life that I continue to be close to.
Harry Potter opened a new world for me, and showed me through the related tangents that I had different paths to pursue.
I am continuing to pursue them.
From the books, find the movies, and the careers of the actors; the actor who played Draco is now on one of our family’s favorite television shows, The CW’s The Flash. From there, check out JK Rowling’s Twitter. I have great admiration for her as a person, and she has a lot to say.
But always, always, always, begin with the books. The books are magical. You will cease to be a Muggle forever.
Fake news is not a new concept. Remember Bat Boy from Weekly World News? Elvis is alive and working at a car wash in Indiana? The difference between that and the current political climate of fake news is that most of it isn’t fake, at least not what the left talks about; it’s more disagreeable news.
I saw it recently on CNN, and have to give host Don Lemon his due. Stopping the claim in the moment from Paris Dennard and cutting his platform off was the right thing to do, and I hope others begin to follow his and colleague Jake Tapper’s leads.
Talking about how much money the President is spending on his weekend jaunts to Florida is valid, especially considering he spent the last eight years bitching about President Obama’s “vacations” and especially since President Trump is close to exceeding Obama’s one-year spending in three weeks.
So, what is fake news?
For the most part, the right uses it as a red herring to try and silence the left and center. Now that we’ve found our voices through protest and other legal avenues, they don’t like it. They don’t like being called out on their hypocrisy.
It is not fake news to call out the President when he says something that needs clarification or that sounds, and is, ridiculous.
They believed Republican politicians on ObamaCare and were so deceived didn’t even realize it was the same thing as the ACA which they love and saves theirs and their children’s lives.
Just last week, they believed a story of a terrorist attack in Sweden, and two weeks before followed the Bowling Green Massacre which didn’t only never happened, what did happen or almost happen in Kentucky was misrepresented.
Oversight Committee Chairman Chaffetz is still investigating Clinton’s emails (newly investigating) while ignoring the Russian interference and General Flynn’s involvement is incompetence. Or malfeasance. He’s complaining about a national park 0office adding a space for a brochure for a monument that the national park wants as part of its system because he thinks they have prior knowledge. Has this guy ever heard of wishful thinking or dream/mood boards or visualization techniques?
They’re going out of their way to ignore Trump’s behavior when they went out of their way to obstruct Obama. Currently, the Dems are just trying to do their jobs, which is something the Republicans have ignored (and should be docked pay for) for eight years.
So, how do we protect ourselves and get the right information?
Use reputable news sources and journalists.
Journalists are not enemies of the people. They are right there in the First Amendment, the one that makes the others possible.
If you’re a conservative, check out Bill Kristol and David Frum. They are strong conservatives and consistent in their opinions. I personally don’t agree with them for the most part, but they are real news.
Check out my page, We The People. I will continue updating throughout this Administration as I find new reliable sources. If you have any suggestions on how to combat this fake news phenomenon, please comment here so I can vet them and add them to the page
When I was a kid, we spent a lot of time visiting family. Every weekend was spent with aunts, uncles, and cousins. Or someone’s aunts, uncles, and cousins. I remember visiting rural areas way out east on Long Island or the wilds of New Jersey. It was probably more suburban than what we were used to in the city, but in my little kid memory, it was farmland with grass and trees and swingsets. Very Waltons. When we eventually moved to the suburbs they weren’t quite so rural. I can remember sitting in this huge wicker chair with my baby brother. It’s probable that I’m remembering a photo, and of course being three or so everything was huge.
My father used to drive us both days of the weekend to Grandma’s house – Saturday to his mother in the Bronx, and Sunday to his mother-in-law in Queens. Both she and my mother worked on Saturdays. In the Bronx, when my grandfather was alive, he’d take me for walks down the city streets, sometimes in my stroller, sometimes holding my hand, stopping at the basketball courts where I can still hear the bouncing ball in my mind, and then turning around to go back to his building. They lived on Castle Hill Avenue, the same area that Jennifer Lopez grew up in decades later. My father and I got stuck in his elevator once. That’s probably one reason I do not like elevators very much.
My other grandmother had a house. it was attached to another house in a row of attached houses. She had a garage and a basement and a backyard that we could never use because it was so overgrown. I didn’t know the street names, but I could find it by the landmarks, turning right at the white fence and so on.
This was how everyone spent their weekends. One uncle, my mother’s brother would also bring his children even though he’d sit in the same chair and read the newspaper silently while his kids, my cousins visited their grandmother, my grandmother.
My great-uncle who was just called Uncle would visit my grandmother who was his sister and his mother, my great-grandmother who also lived there.
I grew up with his two youngest girls, twins, my best friends all through elementary school. We were one year apart. We went everywhere together. I was the third twin. We lived in the same garden apartment court and when they moved to Florida, my family moved soon after to Long Island.
As a young child, as voracious a reader that I was, I had never read Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak. It was my close friend’s favorite book.
During my freshman year at college, there was an auction. Two of the British exchange students would tuck you into bed with a glass of warm milk an read you a bedtime story if yours was the highest bid.
The book was Where the Wild Things Are.
I was the highest bidder.
It was fun and sweet and I finally heard the story of Max.
Let the wild rumpus begin!
Look it up and have a flashback to your own childhood.