Last night I said to my husband that I’m hurt and angry and upset that so many of my fellow citizens think I’m not an adult. They think I can’t make decisions about by OWN body, my OWN health, and my OWN medications by my OWN self — I reached the age of majority quite some time ago, but apparently, some people think I can’t be trusted with the responsibility of living my own damn life without a lot of big brother interference.
And then to see the Democratic party betray me yesterday — to not only not try to fight the Alito cloture vote, but for a bunch of them to vote for it, to essentially make my big brother even bigger and to give him a big stick to wallop me with is just baffling and heartbreaking and horrifying.
My husband thinks I’m taking this a bit personally. But the old slogan goes both ways — sometimes the political is personal. I don’t know where I’m going with this, other than to reiterate what I wrote a few days ago: I’ve been a Green before. I’d rather be part of a doomed cause than no cause at all.