November 9, 2016


You may have noticed that uh…my country has made a terrible decision.

The fact that Donald Trump is the president elect made it hard to get out of bed this morning. Just existing today has been a struggle for so many of us; I’m afraid and angry and sad and disappointed and horrified. And the fact that I am not alone in my terror just seems to make it worse. I’m not only worried about myself and my rights, but the rights of millions of other minorities, people of color, LGBT+ people, immigrants, etc etc etc…

I want to shut down. I want to scream, I want to cry. I want to give in to the most primal parts of myself that are trying to tear me up from the inside out. And in a few ways I have. I left school early because I just couldn’t see straight. Breathing is hard. I’m trying to see the sunlight for the gift that it is, trying to smell the fall leaves and feel joy but…there’s a fog covering my brain and I don’t know when it’ll lift.

The only thing keeping me afloat is a sense of duty toward America. I want to take care of her now. I know a lot of people’s immediate reaction is to run away, to move elsewhere. And if that’s something you feel you have to do in order to be safe, then do it. Really. I promise I understand.

But I’ll be here, because I won’t abandon this country only to watch it be destroyed. When something you love is being abused and mistreated, you don’t leave. You support it. You love it. You take extra care of it. You fight for it. I never felt particularly patriotic before, because patriotism felt tainted by selfish, radical right wing politicians. But today, I feel the need to hold this country tighter to my heart than I ever have before. Because we need it. We need extra love, extra kindness, or we might just fall apart.

There are too many unknowns. I’m scared for my rights as a bisexual woman. I’m scared for the safety of those I love. But I promise you we will find a way to get through this. We’re gonna be okay. I don’t know when, and I’m not really sure how, but I’m gonna go with my gut on this one and say somehow it’ll all be okay.

Take care of yourself. Do things that make you feel alive and happy. Take care of your soul, lest it be crushed. Take a break from the news if you feel like you can. Do what is best for you. Eat well. Sleep if you can. Kiss your mother. Find a dog and pet it. Allow yourself a few moments to rebuild, then move forward. There’s a lot to do.

Its time to be there for this country and make sure everything we value is taken care of. I’m very angry, but anger has never solved anything. We have a chance to truly define who we are as a country, so act with grace and love. Let unity dominate your thoughts. Let your every action be driven by kindness, not hatred. Allow yourself to be afraid, and know that is valid. But try to be motivated positively by that fear and be productive, not destructive.

Be a beacon of light, because this is the darkest time we’ve faced in a long while. Remember that peace has gotten us through tough times before, and it won’t fail us now.

I love you all. Please take care of yourself and everyone you know. We are flawed, but that doesn’t mean we can’t rebuild.

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Dear Mr. Trump,


Please stop lying to me.

I know you wouldn’t hesitate to turn your back on me if ever I really needed you. I know you hate the LGBTQIA community. I know you hate racial and religious minorities. I know you hate anyone different from you. 

Why are you lying? Who are you trying to fool? It is so obvious how you really feel. I’m sitting here, watching your speech after watching four full days of right-wing bullshit, and I’m insulted. Not because you hate me, though that doesn’t feel so great either. 

No, I’m insulted because I’m sick of being lied to. Sick of being told you’ll protect my wages. I’m sick of being told you’ll respect my Hindu religious beliefs and my Hindu brothers and sisters. I’m sick of being told you care about my rights as a bisexual woman, that you care about the trans, gay, lesbian, poly, asexual, intersex, queer community. That you care about the welfare and safety of racial minority groups in this country. 

You don’t care. You’re a selfish, lying bigot and I’m disappointed in how many people you’ve got supporting you. 

So stop lying. Because honestly, Mr. Trump, if you hate who I am, you could at least fucking tell me. 

The Founding Fathers Wore Wigs


Remember why we had the Revolutionary War in the first place? Remember why the Founding Fathers wrote the Declaration of Independence? It wasn’t so you could make people say the Lord’s Prayer at football games. It was so we could all practice our religions (or non-religions) with freedom, without being persecuted for those beliefs.

Yes, we were founded by Christians. Yes, they reference God…because at the time, Christianity was the predominant European religion, so their focus was on the ability to attend whichever type of Christian church they chose. But according to the fundamental belief of those founding fathers, Muslims, Hindus, Mormons and Catholics could live in peace and practice their religions. And Atheists can not practice all the religions.

So how dare we say we’re “going back to the Founding Fathers” when we introduce prayer in public schools? How dare we add “Under God” to the Pledge of Allegiance? (Yeah, shocker, that part was added in 1954.) How dare we discriminate against other religions and people, all the while wrapped in a flag? How absolutely dare we?

We’ve become despicable, embracing our hatred, accepting inequality, imposing our ideas on the unwilling. It’s so disgusting, the horrible things we do in the name of God and Thomas Jefferson, of George Washington.

Supporting the hatred of gays on the basis of Christianity, not allowing gay marriage because of your religion…that would make sense if you lived in a country whose national religion was your religion. But not here. Not in a country founded on a principle of freedom of religion and expression. How dare we discriminate in our laws based on religion? You don’t like homosexuality? You think it’s bad – your religion says so? Fine. But don’t you dare impose your religious beliefs on people you don’t know or understand through legislation that prevents what our country was founded on: Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.

I hold those truths to be self evident. And shame on you for not doing the same.

Hey, citizens of Washington! You can help! Don’t be a jerk – do what your Founding Fathers would’ve supported! Vote Yes to Marriage Equality! Vote Yes on Ref. 74. Do it because all were created equal. Cheers!

Romney’s Full of Something…


Ehhhhhh, Romney’s Shady! …Romney Style…

So we all watched the debate last night, yes? And I hope we can all agree that it was at least less infuriating than the first? Obama was a little more, shall we say, present, and I actually found myself wholeheartedly in support of him for the first time in four years.

It’s been a rough road, his presidency. We were all so hopeful, and sometimes he didn’t deliver on what we wanted or needed. And I was frustrated, to say the least, by his inability to stand up for his administration at times, and by his need to please everyone, which you just can’t do. So last night, watching him lay it down hardcore made me absolutely joyous.

I just don’t believe what Romney says. I feel mislead by his statements at times. He says he doesn’t support Planned Parenthood, but says that no one should deny women contraception…so…that makes sense.
He also seems to think that if people wait until after marriage to have sex, their children won’t initiate gun violence. While that may definitely be a factor (stable homes, etc), how many Christian, two parent homes produce complete maniacs who shoot people in schools or on the street? We need to do better background checks on people, and not allow young people to get their hands on guns in the first place. I’m not a politician, so I don’t claim to know everything about this, but I do know that “sex can wait” has little to do with it.

While I appreciate that Romney has attempted to bring diversity to his staff by specifically choosing women for positions of power, I would rather not be hired simply to add a little pizzaz to an otherwise male dominated workplace. As Eche Madubuike said on Twitter: President Obama: “I passed a law allowing women to get equal pay.” Mitt Romney: “I hired women once.”  

And let’s just chat about this whole Binders of Women thing, which has exploded on the Internet in the past 24 hours. I think it stems from a desire to laugh at the silly way he put it, and I will agree that it has really showcased the creativity of this country. I found the photo above on this site and just about peed my pants…basically the only reason I’m writing this post was to be able to show y’all Psy and his exploding binders of women.

I would like to say one thing: I was disappointed in the way both candidates disrespected Jim Lehrer, the moderator of the first debate, so I was glad that they weren’t total idiots and mostly respected Candy Crowley enough to let her shut them up every once in a while. But I got a little tired of Romney deciding that he understood the debate format better than the moderator, and hearing him say, “No, it’s my turn,” got a little old. If I’ve learned anything in my 19 years, it’s that no one likes a complainer.

So while there may not be binders full of women out there, Romney’s definitely full of something, and it’s starting to smell a little.

Stay tuned for another Race 2012: A Conversation of Race in America post coming soon. I haven’t had time to watch the documentary yet, but as soon as I do I’ll blog about it! (You know…college keeps me kinda busy.) You’re all welcome to watch the documentary here and join in on the conversation on Twitter @PBSRace2012. And make sure to watch the final debate next week so that you’re informed and can vote vote vote! Cheers. 

I’m So Political


Hi, y’all! Hope you watched the VP debate…I did, and I think I was pretty hilarious in my analysis of it. You can read it here on Storify. Please click the link, because I took a million years making it and can’t embed it to this site. Click! Click!

It’s a relatively quick read, but it’s two pages long so make sure to read both! I promise it’s worth it. Cheers, and happy voting!

And yes, all of the links are to the same story. I’m kinda hoping your fingers aren’t so tired that you can’t CLICK ONCE!

An Open Letter to America


Hi y’all,

Hopefully you all tuned in to last night’s debate, regardless of your political preference or level of involvement. It’s available on YouTube here if you’d like to watch it and haven’t!

And now, down to business. As some of you know, I’m involved in blogging for PBS’ Race 2012: A Conversation About Race & Politics in America and am supposed to write about how race affects politics, how it affects the way we vote, and how it will affect this election.

I have no idea how to do that.

I was worried when Monica Medina sent me an email asking if I’d join this group of bloggers, because…I’m white. I’m 19. I’m from a relatively normal, middle class family. I am, in the scheme of things, one of the more average people you know. But I do have a love for my right to vote. I don’t always love what America stands for, and I don’t always love how we act on the global level, but I am grateful for my right to vote because I know that millions of people would risk their lives to get the chance to vote, and some have. So with that in mind, I couldn’t exactly say no…

And now here we are, one month away from Election Day, over 200 years after our country began, and race (and gender) is still an issue. We just recently elected a black man as president, but every day since then have questioned his birthplace. During the primaries in 2008, people were worried Hilary Clinton was too hormonal to lead the country. We’re constantly looking for something that says, “You’re not good enough, you’re not stable enough, you’re not ready, you’re not American, you’re not you’re not you’re not.”

Because we’re uncomfortable with change. We went for so long with old, white guys running our country that we get thrown off by the color of Barack Obama’s skin. We look for excuses, reasons why someone isn’t right for president. In Obama’s case, he was…too intelligent. Elite. Because apparently if you’re not wrastlin’ hogs or fixing toilets, you don’t understand the fundamentals of American society. But I would argue that subconsciously, we just don’t know what to do with ourselves when something new comes along. I mean, tell me JFK wasn’t elite.

I don’t mean to say we shouldn’t look at our candidates with a critical eye, because we must become as informed about the candidates as possible, lest we vote like idiots. But we probably should focus on their politics, not their race, religion, etc. Honestly, though Obama isn’t Muslim and I don’t entirely know why that’s still a debate, I wouldn’t have a problem if he was. There are plenty of very peaceful Muslims out there who would run our country just as well as anyone else. And there are plenty of Christian idiots who wouldn’t.

This post has gotten a little off topic. I guess it’s just because I can’t believe that this is still an issue. I can’t believe that we still see someone simply as black or white, and not just as human. I was raised by parents who taught me that everyone was equal. That your race meant very little in the scheme of things. That your race might define your culture, and that’s great, but it would never define your abilities or character. So I don’t look at that anymore. I look at candidates’ ideas, beliefs, and intent much, much more than I look at the color of their skin.

Of course, it was a huge achievement that Obama was the first African American to get elected President. I celebrated along with everyone else, because that kind of change is groundbreaking. But now, we should be able to move on. Elect Asians, women, gays. I don’t care. I just want someone to run my country and have some dignity while they do it.

So now that I’ve run around in circles, I guess all I have to say is this: get over it, America. Get over your prejudices, your preconceived notions, your stereotypes. Get over it and vote. And give each other a hug, while you’re at it.

Cappy

I’ll be blogging a few more times about how race in America affects voting, and how my race affects my choices as a voter. I think I’ve got something to say. So stay tuned, and VOTE!
The documentary will be airing October 16 on PBS. For more information, like Race 2012 on Facebook or follow @PBSRace2012 on Twitter. Yay for public television! Without it, I wouldn’t be who I am today, and we should continue to support it, even though Mitt Romney doesn’t. 

I Was Destined for Politics


Some of you might not know that I was Vice President of the Associated Student Body in middle school. Well, I was. And I was awesome. So to prove how awesome I was back in 8th grade, here is the speech I gave to get elected. On the internet. Published. Immortalized forever. Can’t be taken back.
Hold on tight.

My name is Cappy and I am running for Vice President.
Stop. Close your eyes and imagine that you are going to the perfect school. We’ll call it Perfect Elementary; Perfect Middle School (please note the probably correct use of the semicolon…I was a genius). All the lockers and drinking fountains work. All the locks on the bathroom stalls work; none are broken or missing (again, notice the semicolon, my favorite form of punctuation). Imagine that the food tastes great and is healthy. All of the sports equipment is in perfect shape. No one is mean to you, or pushes you around in the hallways. Now open your eyes. Look around. We are NOT in the perfect school. Not that we will ever be, but things can be improved. I mean, think about it. REALLY think about it. (Don’t just pretend think about it.) When you can bend a hotdog from the lunchroom around from tip to tip without it breaking, there are some serious problems! (Pretty sure that wasn’t an exaggeration.)

I’m not going to tell you a whole bunch of stuff about me. That’s everybody else’s speech. And you guys really don’t want to hear everyone’s speech all over again, do you? But I will tell you this. If I am elected, I’m not going to be the principal, or superintendent. I won’t have that control. I will be the vice president. And I won’t be able to change everything that I want to. But I will be able to try. If you vote for me, I will do whatever I can to make this school better for you. It’s what we all want, right? Being in the ASB, especially being vice president, is a huge responsibility. But it’s a responsibility that I can handle. So when you leave this gym and get your ballots, vote for Cappy for vice president. Thank you.

And that is why I’m running for president this year. Move over Ron Paul, it’s Cappy 2012. 

I’m So Proud


As one of my friends said, “I would say, ‘Unbelievable!’ but it’s more like, ‘Hey, welcome to the 21st century, what took you so long?’ I’m very proud to be a Washingtonian.”

I don’t know if you’ve gathered, but that was in reference to the fact that today, just in time for Valentines Day, Washington State has passed a gay marriage bill into law. The law won’t take effect for a few months, and will definitely face a lot more opposition, but I’m still proud. And excited.

I love listening to anti-gay marriage arguments. Not because I agree, obviously, but because they’re so stupid. Letting gays marry will do nothing to your own heterosexual marriage. They aren’t going to raid your home and steal your wife, they aren’t going to make you cheat on your husband, and they’re not going to rip up your marriage certificate. What is at stake? Nothing except the freedom you’ve been denying them for years. For God’s sake, get over it.

Just because you disagree with someone’s way of life, you do not have the right to tell them to change how they feel and who they are. This sentence comes with a disclaimer excluding murderers, rapists, etc. But gays are not in that category, no matter what you say. So get over yourself, because this isn’t about you. It’s about a huge group of other people who are pleading to be treated as humans. We’ve already gone through so much as a nation, discriminating against so many races and religions, so why can’t we just give it up and love each other and let these people get married?

There’s a lot of terrible stuff going on in this world; people are getting murdered, raped, beaten, starved to death every day. Amidst all these atrocities, we’re worried about two people in love getting married? We’re worried about it because they happen to be of the same sex? This issue deals with whether or not people can share their love for the rest of their lives like heterosexual people have been able to for centuries. And we’re finally coming to our senses and letting them.

So of course I’m excited and proud and wiggling for joy today. Because my state has made another huge step toward marriage equality. And finally my friends and family members will soon be able to get married to whomever they choose. I’m sad that this had to be voted on, because this shouldn’t even be an issue, but since it is, we’ve done a good thing today.

So to everyone out there, all around the world, let’s keep moving. Let’s make this universal. Let’s let love prevail.

Mr. Senator!


I don’t know if you’ve ever been in the presence of secret service men before, but they’re not exactly secret. In fact, their attire practically screams, “I am protecting someone very important and that person is really close!” About 8 years ago, I experienced this firsthand.

My family was vacationing in Washington D.C. in the spring of 2004 and were driving along the street when we saw about sixty-five million (and I totally counted) “secret” service men standing outside a row of shops. “Maybe George is getting a coffee,” my dad said, referring to our beloved president George W. Bush and the Starbucks that the secret service men were standing in the vicinity of. So we pulled over (fancy that – a parking spot in D.C.) and got out of the car just as Senator John Kerry (you know, the candidate who should’ve defeated Bush in the 2004 election) walked out of a hair salon. We all know how silver and delightful (although slightly shocking) his hair was, so imagine it newly styled and glimmering in the spring sunshine. Now imagine yourself completely dazzled and possibly hypnotized by it. Now stop imagining that, because you’re being ridiculous. John Kerry’s hair does not possess the power of hypnosis.

Any of you who know my father (so basically none of you since a few of you are from South Africa and his voice, though loud, has not reached that corner of the earth) know that he is not shy. At all. And he was a huge fan of Kerry (or, perhaps, not a fan of George Bush and therefore a huge fan of the alternative), so you will not be surprised to hear that as the senator walked toward his large, black, bulletproof car my father yelled, “MISTER SENATOR!” so many times that I’m surprised a secret service man didn’t shush him.

Before we continue, may I just say that I admire my father a little bit for being a persistent man. I don’t think I ever would’ve done that, and therefore wouldn’t be able to say that I had met John Kerry. This blog post would be about 3 sentences long and would go something like this: “I saw John Kerry one time. His hair had just been dyed. He got in his car and drove away as I stood silently, pointing.” So yay Dad!

Anyway, nobody shushed my father, but Kerry did turn around and come greet us. The ghosts of secret service men past rolled over in their graves, and the ones present at the scene inwardly huffed. Why do famous people always do the ‘turn around and risk their safety just to shake some twit’s hand’ thing? they all thought with disdain. Because they need people to like them, John Kerry’s spirit animal, the otter, whispered to the wind.

He walked over and shook our hands and let us take pictures with him, which was cool (and those pictures later went in our Christmas cards, no big deal) although I would’ve preferred it to have happened when I didn’t have stupid hair. I would attach a photo to this blog, but this incident occurred when film was still being developed on a regular basis, and therefore don’t have a digital copy. Also, I am crap at scanning. So there. Maybe it didn’t even happen (it did).

Poor John. His hair, however spectacular (and possibly hypnotic?), was not enough to distract people from calling him a flip flopper or criticizing his self proclaimed war hero-ness, even though George Bush was a doofus and shouldn’t have been allowed to graduate college, much less spend 8 years as president. But at least I met Kerry and got to tell him, in my humble 10-year-old opinion, that I supported his candidacy. He was a nice man.

Plus, my degree of separation from President Obama = 1. Whoop!

America’s Ass


America's ass sits on the Chair of Life. Careful, it's gonna break.

America’s ass is too big for its gigantic pantaloons.

Examples:

Michelle Bachmann: You were worried about Bill Clinton being too big of an influence on Hilary? Please. Bachmann said, in front of a church congregation, that she studied tax law because her husband wanted her to and it was her job to obey him.
Vomit.
Government is too big? She worked for the IRS, was paid by the state to take care of foster children, she became a congresswoman (and thereby employed by the government), and her husband is a psychologist who (besides being insane and trying to cure people of their gayness) receives money from Medicare and Medicaid.

And then of course, we’ve got Christine O’Donnell who was like “I’m not a witch!” which is fine, because I honestly don’t care whether she ever was or not, but if you experimented with Wiccan practices, don’t you think you should let gay people marry each other? I don’t totally know how that logic works out in my head, honestly, but it just seems to me that once you’ve got a taste of how people treat you once they feel you’ve “sinned” you’d understand that gays get 100x more of that every day for no reason.
But better yet, my pal Christine apparently (wrongly) thinks she understands how interviews work, since she called Piers Morgan “rude” and “creepy” for asking her stance on gay marriage and not simply sticking to questions she had prepared an answer to. She was like (and this isn’t a direct quote, but it’s pretty close) “You should ask me questions about what I want to talk about, and what I want to talk about is my book…because I’m greedy and want people to buy it.” That last bit was loosely paraphrased.
No, Christine, interviews don’t work that way. You go to an interview and you answer the questions, unless they’re totally out of line and don’t make any dang sense like, “What’s your favorite dog biscuit to snack on, you bitch?”

Freedom Fries: Seriously? We think we’re right all the time, and anyone who doesn’t jump on our wagon of stupidity doesn’t deserve to have their name spoken in our country? The French didn’t even INVENT French fries, so chill.
Anyone who still calls them Freedom Fries has to be completely delusional.

What we did to the Dixie Chix after their comment about Bush: You are aware that you bought their CDs to burn them, right? Yeah, enough said.

Hummers: Hi, you aren’t in the army, so STOP DRIVING THAT CAR. You’re a jerk! I don’t even care what you need to do with it, you’re a jerk. Your car gets about 12 mpg. My car gets at least 35 in the city. I am better than you, and I have no problem saying it. I am better than you because I don’t drive a freaking Hummer. I mean, what were you thinking?!
Same goes for every other car that gets crappy gas mileage and/or is gigantic. I’m sorry. I judge you.
Actually, no, I’m not sorry. If you don’t need a truck for work/farming, you shouldn’t have one. If you have a suburban because you have 8 kids, maybe you shouldn’t have had so many dang kids. Do you know how much waste you produce? Unless your kids all turn out to be Jesus and like, environmental scientists or little Ghandis, you’re a fool. Again. I’m judging you.

As Americans, we just run around thinking we deserve all this stuff; money but no taxes (which pay for the things we use, such as Medicare, roads, public schools, social security), FREEDOM but no responsibility for what we do to other countries that aren’t “free” enough, etc etc. It’s sick. Why do we expect to not have to work for anything? We’ve become the lazy country and everyone else knows it. The Founding Fathers would be so proud. Especially since most of us still think Ben Franklin was a president.

So. Wanna feel like you’re not a complete jerk? Go to the SocialVibe link on the bottom of my sidebar and do some (really quick and free) work for charity. It’s for Ugandan children who are starving and being forced to fight as child soldiers. Just do it, or may God smite you.