In the wintertime I spend my Saturday mornings shopping for and/or delivering your groceries to you so you don’t have to go out in the rain and the cold, but in the summertime you don’t want your groceries delivered on a Saturday morning. You’re at the ballfield, or the farmers market, or wherever it is you go in the summertime. That’s especially true this year; last year you stayed at home hiding from a disease you now won’t vaccinate yourself against.
Instead Molly and I walk with her entourage. Miss Biddy pisses on the culverts to leave a message to other cats. Yes, she is female, and yes, she pisses like a boy. She is what she is.
I pick up the pinecones in the yard and dream of the day when those damn pine trees are replaced by crepe myrtles. Now that my HELOC is approved, that dream will eventually become reality.
I weed my flowerbeds and ponder where to put still more flowers. I wonder if painting the trim work pink is too much.
I’m so over those of you who bitch about what is wrong with the world and how things are so much better when white people run things. You already have more power than you deserve.
I unfriended one of you this week because you had the nerve to post on Facebook that embracing diversity is anti-white. Funny how you forget that Jesus you always feel the need to defend was not white.
You practically do run the South, where COVID is on the rise. You won’t get vaccinated because Trump, or Fox News, or your preacher, or some stupid shit you read on social media. People of color won’t get vaccinated because you run everything and you have a track record of not being trustworthy.
You want to take the funds Congress designated to help people harmed by the pandemic and use them to build prisons whose populations are disproportionately non-white. You want to further limit the voting rights of people who don’t vote like you do and you don’t see where that’s a problem because you’re white and they’re not.
You think your children will be traumatized by reading the autobiography of Ruby Bridges. You want to fire teachers who dare teach children about our nation’s racist past. You would deny children the right to know the truth about our history because they may see you for what you truly are.
Yes, you have the audacity to believe only you can make things better, when anyone can look around and see what a shitty job you’re doing. I swear, you people could fuck up a wet dream.
I’m done with the whole lot of you and your bullshit. I think instead I’ll keep working in my yard. This morning I helped a cicada who’d gotten stuck in something sticky and damaged his wing. As I worked to release him, he pissed on me. He must be male; no man thinks he needs a woman’s help. I reminded him that help doesn’t always appear helpful as he crawled into the day lilies.
I was visited by a gorgeous moth and she graciously posed for a photo. One of her wings is damaged.
I guess we all are in some respect, even white people.