Caterwauling

Gave way too much thought of the passed-on podcaster of it all this weekend.

I have always believed it’s an inside job/sacrifice.

And anyone who might even have some inkling that I would celebrate that, doesn’t know me.

I certainly appreciated the irony. Liked some tweets that said it better than I could.

I also took those accounts private/offline last week.

Not for THAT reason. For the reason that I am tired of people having access to me who don’t need to have that access.

This all only put a slammer at the end of that sentence, where I’d put a period only days earlier.

I tend to fight in the comments when I care. I fight a lot about this topic. I hate that “the right” blames it on “the left.”

I hate that “the right” celebrates OUR pain at having our First Amendment rights trampled on at having a reaction that wasn’t a river cried.

I hate that they are all dancing the Electric Slide hearing that Joe Biden is undergoing aggressive chemotherapy. That a female judge’s house burned to the ground after ruling against trump. That a female reporter was zip-tied and tossed around like a trash bag by ICE.

I hate that they aren’t the ones facing some sort of consequences for their actions, when people who hit a like or a retweet button are getting doxxed and deported.

Some joker picked a fight with me in the comments yesterday. He said every leftist he knows celebrated the killing.

I said I highly doubt that. And how did you react to Biden’s news?

He said, and I quote, the Dems are responsible for that killing and every death in America.

I said you know what causes death? Being fired. Being economically unstable. Being depressed because your identity was exposed and destroyed for … what? Saying wow how ironic that situation was.

So, Sparky, YOUR party is responsible for the gun violence. YOUR party is the one sending death threats and bullets and bombs in the direction of MY party.

And I’m only IN my party because I don’t want to be associated with YOUR party. And you feel I deserve a special level of hell for the box I checked on a form when I was 18.

A real president would take down the temperature of the country.

A real Congress would unite to rein in someone who thinks Habeas Corpus is someone who works for Kristi Noem.

A real judiciary would say hey remember when Jimmy Carter couldn’t have his peanut farm? No you can’t build a hotel on the Gaza strip or take billions from crypto investors.

And the fact that people like me are literally sitting around counting our assets just in case of emergency is not a country where any of us should stand for a song or kneel for a flag.

Not until it’s fixed.

So, I do want justice for the podcaster. It was too professional a hit. I want that sniper to sit in jail. I want the Epstein enablers/abusers to sit in jail. I want everyone who took a life purposely to sit in jail.

Not Luigi. Give a girl an exception here.

And I want us to be able to talk about it without chopping off each other’s heads and/or will to live.

I watched the “Lilith Fair: Building a Mystery” documentary on Hulu just now.

The one that Sarah McLachlan skipped the party for, to stand in solidarity with Jimmy Kimmel. And she was the first musical guest when he was back on the air.

I bought tickets for Mom and me to go every time the Lilith Fair hit Pittsburgh.

Even today, I am wearing the “oral sex” ring I bought her there. I bought one for me too but it’s too big and it’s lost to the ages in a house of cats.

I feel particularly blessed to have that connection to Momma still. And that I got to attend the Lilith Fair and the Eras Tour 4x each.

As a woman, I’ve never felt safer or more celebrated anywhere else.

I saw that Sarah is touring again. She has toured a bunch of times but never comes to Florida.

I also saw that she’s going to a venue I love up north. I watched Ticketmaster for several days, seeing the tickets dwindle away.

When they were down to one last seat at my preferred venue, I held my breath and dropped $250 to sell out the show.

I probably didn’t spend that in four years of buying two tickets in the late ’90s.

This was probably FOMO after having bought a ticket to see Melissa Etheridge and the Indigo Girls at the Ryman on 10/5 but accidentally sold that ticket.

The venue where I have my Sarah ticket to, I believe it was among those who received a bomb threat when my favorite (trans) artist played there.

Fortunately there have been no incidents on that tour. But I feel bad for the artist. It seems like her health has been iffy throughout. No goddamn wonder.

But that artist just added a bunch of tour dates … including MIAMI.

I can at least say I saw her when tickets were $50. Because I am pretty sure I paid more than I did for Sarah McLachlan for my new seat.

Anyway, about those bomb threats …

There’s a segment in the Lilith Fair documentary where all the antiabortion protesters/Jerry Falwell started demonizing the festival.

People protested en masse and called in bomb threats. Over Planned Parenthood having a tent in the festival area.

I make a monthly recurring donation to Planned Parenthood now. And I’m damn proud of it.

Isn’t it funny how it’s the “right” that promotes violence?

Life begins in the womb. So let’s bomb you for handing out condoms to prevent that womb from ever being filled with the blessed fruit (loops)?

Also, a trans artist has made her way from backwoods Florida to headlining a world tour. That bothers you? WHO HURT YOU?!

Go pick some berries since all those jobs the immigrants were supposedly taken are wide open now that they’ve been deported to third countries.

All any of us have ever wanted was for everyone to have personal and economic freedom.

Watching the Lilith Fair documentary was a reminder we’ve been nothing but gaslit for generations about that.

It was interesting that they included a clip of Kid Rock calling Monica Lewinsky a hoe. And the Woodstock crowd telling Sheryl Crow to show them her tits.

Just goes to show that the alt-reich was looking for voices for their generation, too.

I always believed we were quieter, but mightier.

I hope that prevails.

And for an hour-ish on Hulu, I got that hope back again.