Well, after about six
years of pissing, moaning, ranting and raving about the ACA, the Repugnants of
the House have hawked up their hairball of a replacement scheme. I’m not even
going to try to deconstruct it in all its steaming awfulness.
No, Imma let Twitter do
that for me, one thousand-words-meme at a time.
I’ll leave you with one
last take, which I think is absolutely brilliant.
Throughout the day yesterday,
I checked Twitter for tweets about International Women’s Day. There was quite a
range, including one that led me to this great story about the temporary
addition of the
bronze statue of a little girl defiantly facing down the Wall Street charging bull—funded
by an asset management firm committed to adding more women to corporate boards.
Today is International Women’s
Day, the one day out of the year when the world clears its throat and sends
metaphorical flowers to the little ladies in its life.
Then it goes back to condoning
sexual assault and harassment, pay inequity, reproductive repression and all
the other policies it considers only right and proper, as gleaned by direct
communication with whatever godhead shines upon the various localities.
I will confess that a year ago
on International Women’s Day, I’d not have imagined how far we could have
regressed in a mere 365 days. Boy, was I ever a dope. The Kleptocrat and his
Gauleiters have unleashed the forces of hate, fury and terror both here and
abroad in a way we’ve not seen for decades. And as they raise high the standard
of Them vs. Us, the ultimate Them, for these thugs in silk ties, are women.
You can tick all the approved
boxes—white; Christian; Protestant; native-born; Republican, even—but if you’re
female you’re still only good for a couple of things, neither of which involves
control over your own body, let alone over a legislative one. If you’re
non-white, non-Christian, non-Protestant, non-native or—horrors—non-Republican,
it’s ever so much worse.
Don’t believe me? I’ll give
you a couple of examples.
Last month in Utah, the
vice-chairman of the Wasatch County Republican party wrote a letter to two
local newspapers to oppose a bill before the state legislature that would
address pay inequality. Using your basic “because God said so, that’s why” logic,
James Green argued that, since men are “breadwinners”, they naturally deserve
to be paid more than women.
(And no, as God is my witness,
I am not making this crap up.)
“If businesses are forced to
pay women the same as male earnings, that means they will have to reduce the
pay for the men they employ, simple economics. If that happens, then men will
have an even more difficult time earning enough to support their families,
which will mean more Mothers [sic] will be forced to leave the home (where they
may prefer to be) to join the workforce to make up the difference.”
Sticking his head that far up
his ass was not enough for Green, because he went on further, “And as even more
women thus enter the workforce that creates more competition for jobs (even men’s jobs) (emphasis added) and
puts further downward pressure on the pay for all jobs…meaning more and more
Mothers [sic] will be forced into the workforce. And that is bad for families
and thus for all of society.”
Green was evidently surprised
at the ridicule and outrage this vignette from 1617 sparked—even in Utah, not
known as a bastion of liberalism. (Although the tech industry that’s growing
there may have something of a modernizing effect.) He later issued the
customary apology that his stating the facts of a God-given case could cause so
many misguided persons offence, which then had (and this is the crux of his remorse)
negative consequences for his immediate career.
However, something else occurred
just this past week, which attacks another of those hard-won human rights. In Texas—which
has already rolled back access to reproductive clinics (and unsurprisingly therefore
has the highest maternal mortality rate in the developed world)—the Senate
has advanced SB 25, which permits physicians to withhold information from pregnant women (in effect, lying to them) about the condition of their fetus.
When they give birth to babies with congenital deformities or diseases, the
mothers (and even the fathers!) will not be able to sue the doctors for
wrongful birth.
Yeah—the Texas lege supersedes
the Hippocratic Oath, which starts out, “first, do no harm.” Because: abortion. (Given the last round of Nazis’ love of eugenics, I’m wondering how long it’ll
take for this crop of them to come up with their own Aktion T4? They're heading there with their lame-ass "replacement" for the ACA, and with one of their leading lackeys, Jason Chaffetz (R, I-guess-I-can-look-my-teenage-daughter-in-the-eye-after-all), advising Americans that we'll just have to make choices, like not "getting that new iPhone that they just love" and taking the money saved to "invest in their own healthcare." And as God is my witness, I am not making that shit up. Why the citizens of Utah do not rise up and physically remove this arrogant, oblivious replicant from office I do not know.)
Well, that’s the state of the country
on this International Women’s Day, 2017. We marched in our millions back in
January, and it enraged
the Kleptocrat and his followers. That was great, but we cannot afford to
rest. We are engaged in a war for humankind, and wars are not won by a battle,
or even a campaign. They are won over the long haul, by those willing to step
up in ever-growing numbers and say, “hell no—we are not going back.”
Because women’s rights are
human rights, we must persist.
There’s a thing that happens
when you follow one of those blow-hard self-promoting “thought leader” dopes on
Twitter: you get an auto-generated “thanks for following me” Direct Message, which
includes links to their website, their LinkedIn profile, their PayPal account
and whatever else they think they can get you to click
on to feed their web analytics.
Back in my salad days of
tweeting, I actually thought this was an attempt at reaching out, since
reciprocity is the currency of social media. Boy, was I wrong. These entities
(not sure they are all actually humanoids) are not the least bit interested in
anything you have to say. They’re only interest is in pushing
their (often system-generated) promos and platitudes into your timeline in
hopes that you’ll retweet.
These days, when I get one of
those DMs I immediately mute the moron—they see me as a “follower” and don’t
know that I can no longer see their nonsense.
Here’s an example. I follow a
lot of accounts engaged in the global support of science, research, innovation
and the like. And people engaged in research or innovation often follow me on
account of things I tweet. So when @GaryBridgeman followed me, and he didn’t
seem to be a spammer, I followed him back. Almost immediately I received a
notification from Twitter that he’d sent me a DM!
(Twitter always ends its
notifications with an exclamation point.)
The truth, however, was less
than exciting:
So I muted him and went on.
Then @EUSciComm followed me
and I again clicked the follow button. And immediately another DM.
(Yes, okay—the guy did not
stand out from the ocean of Twitter egos on the first pass, so my cursory skimming
of his profile of the second iteration didn’t flag that he was the same guy I’d
already muted and screen-capped his DM for posting here. I can be shallow too,
you know.)
This time, old Gary set his
bot to pick up my name and included it in the salutation. However, he once
again stated that he pays no attention to anything I might have to say. In both
instances he invites me to connect with him on LinkedIn to communicate. Yeah—that
would be a negative, Gary.
Evidently he does not see the
irony in talking about “creating a great community” when he can’t be bothered
to either write a personal message or respond to DMs. This does not persuade me
that a LinkedIn relationship would be worth the electrons holding it together.
I suppose this is really
petty, but today I’m grateful for having a full-sized dishwasher, which I only
have to run about once a week.
You might think that’s a sine
qua non of modern life, but in my last place, the owners—who evidently do not
do much in the way of cooking—had a half-sized dishwasher. I cannot think why,
as they remodeled their kitchen, and by moving the sink over about a foot (and
thus eliminating one of the dopiest pull-out cabinets in existence), they could
have installed a full-sized one.
It ate my lunch every time I
had to run it with half of a full-sized dishwasher load, because that’s all it
would hold. Because it did not use any less electricity, water or soap than the
large model.
Anyhow—I’m enjoying knowing
that I only have to “do” dishes once a week (unless I go into some cookery
frenzy). And I’m grateful for that.