I am so very, very furious at the leaked Supreme Court draft that came out in the media today. I have somehow thought that reason would prevail in what we call the highest and holiest of courts in our country but obviously, this is not to be the case. This is one more thing that we can pin on the orange man with no soul. And the thing that probably galls me the most about that fact is that I have no belief that he has any qualms whatsoever about what happens to the "unborn" and in fact, I would bet everything I have that he's paid for plenty of abortions. This is absolutely nothing more than the patriarchy attempting to clamp down on what it sees as a threat to their eternal control of women. And the women who support this end to a woman's rights to control her own body are the handmaidens of that patriarchy. And it's not just a woman's right to control her own body- it's her right to control her own destiny. Her own life!
Well, I know I'm preaching to the choir here and I'm sorry but this is so heavy on my heart, my mind. In all other regards, I have had a beautiful day. It's been leisurely but somewhat productive. I've walked, weeded, swept, hung clothes outside, played around a little on my ancient, out-of-tune, missing-some-of-the-black keys piano, watched Darla and her babies as they've traveled around the yard, and picked some vegetables which will be my dinner in one form or another.
But even as I've done these things, these mostly pleasurable things, I have heard the message of what is about to come which quite simply is this- Get back in your box, bitches. Not even your womb is your own.
And there is a smoldering in my gut that leaves no room for grace.
Ellen, at Stuff From Ellen's Head, wrote a post about it all this evening and it is excellent. You can find that here.
Thank you, Ellen.
Thank you, Ellen.
Yours In Grief And Anger...Ms. Moon