It's been a crappy week. Not for me, personally, but for the US. It
doesn't come close to canceling out. So, crappy. Friday was a total
write-off, and yesterday wasn't a whole lot better. You'll find lots of
useful references in the links.
The fact that I made a s4s post doesn't really count on the the plus side, because it was
the third time I've had to signal-boost Cat Faber's Underground Rail.
Only partly compensated by seeing that siliconshaman posted
Regarding Roe
v Wade being overturned. with a link to the version from the concert that N and I performed (as Lookingglass Folk) ten years
ago. Just minutes before I did.
This is the third time I've posted Cat Faber's song "Underground Rail" under Songs for Saturday.
(The other two were in 2012 and 2019.) I'd like to
stop, but it doesn't look as though that's going to be an option.
a little space, because I'm not going to cut-tag this:
CONTENT WARNING: pro-choice activism, protest music,
politics. If you think this might be triggery, pleaseclick here, skip to the end and move on.
If you're offended by anything in here, you're
probably not in my target audience.
a little space
It's time to reprise catsittingstill's song "Underground
Rail". Back in 2012 when I wrote the previous S4S post
about it, and founded the underground_rail
community here, it really looked as though it wouldn't actually be needed,
at least not for its original purpose (there's still this thing called
"abuse"). Right. That was back before the country I live in was taken
over by the Trump and his gang of billionaires, jackbooted thugs, Russian
agents, religious nut-jobs, and sociopaths. Before things like Alabama and Oklahoma. Ireland is worse, but maybe not for long.
This song is more relevant now than it was when Lookingglass Folk performed it
in our 2012
concert. I wish to hell it wasn't.
I thought about putting a bit of a history lesson under a cut. I'm old
enough to remember the time before Roe v Wade. Apparently there
are "coat-hanger deniers" (my phrase; feel free) out there who claim it
wasn't as bad as people say. It was worse. But I'm too tired and too
angry, and I don't have enough spoons for the amount of vitriol it would
take to do it right. Later.
I'm not going to cut-tag the notes, either. They're a mixed bag.
Went out to Japantown with Colleen so she could pick up the yukata she'd
ordered for me. Gorgeous -- black with white and gold dragons and pine
needles. Much gaudier than I would have picked for myself. It needs to
be shortened by quite a lot. We met jilara in the parking lot. Fun!
I made a very bright guacamole, followed shortly thereafter by carnitas.
Yum. I saved the liquid in the crock pot and tossed in a quart of water
and some yellow split peas, for tonight's soup.
When we got back, we went for a st/roll around the Rose Garden. We
stopped in Goodwill on the way home (always dangerous) and spent about $20
on an off-white silk jacket and a green cotton Hawaiian print shirt for
me, and half a dozen little vases for Colleen.