Red Death strides the Beach

On this day, November 4, 2020, I am vacillating, so shook up, my limbs are vibrating.  The polls have been closed for less than a day, and our fractured alliance of states are counting ballots at wildly different rates.  So much voter suppression, outright sabotage of the Post Office, and really, it’s all coming from the cult of personality.  Speaking of disenfranchising makes me sound like Mary fuckin’ Poppins because the sheer magnitude of the raw power grabs of 2020 does not have enough adjectives, it strains my vocabulary.

Super Cali Fragile istic sounds like a Chamber of Commerce tag line gone wrong.  Those eminence greasies would never admit that California was, is, fragile.  Acquiescing to the ugly rule of Viagra popping losers, oh Gaia, I hate the patriarchy SO much!  My pen drips disappointment on the page.  Last night, I paced, looping, feet shuffling, grabbing items and putting them somewhere else, a strong fingered pull to order, to some semblance of control in a world careening to destruction.

No more “snowflakes” in California, people, the wildfires burnt them out of the sky.  History is looping, I am adrift in a foreign land, driving at dusk in a sundown town, the posse locking and loading , pickup trucks revving, ready to attack us Hippie Peace Freaks.  As the muffled disagreements within the European Union break it apart, so too our shady alliances with closeted misogynists are put on display, as they seek to break apart equality and justice. 

Blue wave hits low tide and the Red Death strides across each beach, drowning hope in the color of blood.  Olly olly oxen free to trample, to stampede, to crush, to destroy.

Fellow Americans, my ass.  Pro oppression, pro corruption, anti-choice Thugs.  Ugh.  They are laughing at our Blue Wave memes.  Wearing pearls not bring Ruth Bader Ginsberg back.  Selling, them and other jewelry and donating the proceeds…I dunno.  Already sifted out unwanted baubles and gave them away.  Hoop earrings and face masks get tangled up in each other and necklaces attract kitten chomps, so definitely don’t need that many.

Throw in the towel?  Or flip the Senate?  Craven and depraved leadership, the ones blocking five hundred or so bills passed by the House, the GOP (Gaggle of Peckerheads) sits on them, shits on them, and I’m not ever going to say “The American People” that overused phrase – because there is no such thing.  It’s us against the misogynists and oh for fucks’ sake, us against actual people who actually believe slavery was not that bad.  Leaves me praying for the Black Madonna to experience a Virgin Birth and this Savior weaves a story of a return to kindness.  Types it out and posts it as he says it so some poorly qualified apostles can’t misquote and twist the meaning this time around.

I pledge allegiance to the facts and United States of Compassion, and to the Republic we used to have, no one nation, no one god, with Liberty and Justice for all.

Published by Ms. C. G. Tripp

Catherine G. Tripp, Writer/Investor a lifelong mix. Left brain and right brain battle for dominance. I wrote the marketing materials for my mortgage brokerage, had a personal finance column at, wrote essays, short stories and poems published in school papers and magazines then literary journals. If my writings were a color, they would be yellow, bright as sunlight, highlighting the salient portions, not obscuring the past but deconstructing air brushed stories, finding humor and courage in the unloved corners.

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