writing and calling DOES have an impact on representatives
Here’s an update from Ben Wideman, a Mennonite pastor in Pennsylvania, about a visit to GOP Senator Pat Toomey’s (the guy famous for disappearing right now) office:
“Just got back from a visit to Senator Pat Toomey’s Johnstown office with 15 other Borough of State College & Penn State area people to talk about the immigration ban. Here are my takeaways:
Everyone we spoke with was rattled. They have never experienced this much constant feedback. The phones haven’t stopped since the Inauguration and they admitted they can’t check voicemail because there is no pause to do so.
Letters are the only thing getting through at this point. Regional offices are a much better mail destination because the compile, sort, and send everything. DC mail is so backed up right now it takes twice as long to send things there.
Toomey’s staff seem frustrated with Trump. They said his barrage of Executive Orders are not how government is supposed to work, and was what they hated during moments of the Obama era. One of them said, “we have a democratic system and process. Trump needs to stop behaving like a Monarch.”
Our representatives are listening because people are raising their voices. This feels like no other political moment in recent time for them.
Toomey’s staffers are far more empathetic than I assumed. Also far more technology illiterate (one asked me how to use twitter, and how we already knew about Toomey’s published statement). They resonate that the immigration ban feels immoral and unAmerican.
Regional offices are not designed to handle this volume of unrest.
Personal stories matter. Tell the stories of people being impacted by arbitrary religious and ethnic legislation (I got to tell a bit of your story, Baraa). Staffers want to know.
Don’t stop. Do whatever small part you can do to keep raising your voice to your representatives. Not just this issue, but every way marginalized people are being (or will be) exploited under this President.
When my father got arrested, it was the worst thing ever. All these trolls started writing horrible things about us. We’d get letters and e-mails saying that my dad was a thief, my mom was a clueless socialite, and that I was the spoiled rich-bitch ice princess. And what hurt the most about it was… the things the trolls were writing were true.
you get a letter in the mail on accident and its martin and amandas divorce papers? not ur business to post to a blog
you catch ben and martin making out behind a 7-11? not ur business to post to a blog
you see amanda and martin out on a private date? not ur business to post to a blog
something not involving you happens? not ur business to post to a blog, especially on PHOTOS of said people?? my point is just because something is TRUE- which im not saying this particular thing is- but if something is true and youve gleaned it from gossipy observation, the fact that its the truth doesnt make it okay to speak about like it’s your own business.
Happy Valentines day! Did you get any cards? and were you able to send out all of yours?
Happy Valentine’s day to you too, anon! I didn’t get any cards today, but I got the most amazing thing in the mail this afternoon —
a Yamaguchi nitotan and a portrait from @verhaaaaal 😭💗🙏 I was so overjoyed to receive this huhuhuhu thank you so much again, Pearl T_T
I will be receiving some cards over the next couple of weeks though, which I find very exciting ^o^ I also ordered a matching Tsukki nitotan just a few minutes ago, as a sort of Valentine’s gift to myself 😂
I went to the post office this afternoon to send a new batch of cards as well. The post office still didn’t have enough stamps in stock so I wasn’t able to send all of them yet :(( I’ll keep visiting (and pestering) the people at the post office over the course of the next few weeks until every last card is sent, so don’t worry! 💪
This is my entry for Day 3 of @fyeahpharmercy‘s Pharmercy Appreciation Week, “Flowers.”
writes a letter to Fareeha when they can not be together on their anniversary.
If you are concerned about emotional triggers, click this image link and see if any might apply to you. I do this so that the story may not be spoiled ahead of time for people who are okay with most emotional literary themes and topics. If you would like to enter the story blind I highly suggest not opening the image above.
Dear Fareeha, meine geliebte
Not a day goes by that I do
not long for your return, to come back into my arms warm and safe. For every
day that you are away is another day in which I must confront the daily
struggles of life alone, without your soothing presence to ease my anxiety and
lift my spirits. Sometimes the only thing that gets me through the day is
listening to your voice-mails I keep saved on my phone. I’m sorry I never told
you, but I was always just so embarrassed. Every night I have Athena play one
from random; sometimes it will be short and to the point, you calling to
requesting a simple file or better yet, just to make small talk. Many times, it’s
you after a long day out in the field, exhausted, speaking into the receiver
about all the frustrations and hassles that plagued your day. In some you are
calling just to say “I love you.” I like those the most.
Many of the nights I spend
are curled up in our bed, with your favourite jacket wrapped around me as I
the only way I can feel like you’re still right next to me, even if the only
thing remaining is your waning scent.
Oh, and I got you your
favourite flowers too. The Daffodils look so pretty this year. I visited Ana to
gather a handful from her garden, and she was nice enough to give me some seeds
to hopefully begin our own garden. You know I’ve always found it funny that you of all people would love
Daffodils, especially when you know their meaning. Narcissus. Though, I suppose it does partially apply; you were
and always will be the most beautiful woman I have ever set my eyes upon, and
yet you remained so selfless and humble. It’s almost unfair that all the good and beauty in the world
could be concentrated into one person, and doubly so that it can be stripped
away in an instant. It is unfair that someone so pure and so just can be taken
from this world when there is so much evil and darkness that is allowed to
Every day the dagger lodged
within my heart twists. You were the light in my life, and I’m now surrounded by
the shadows cast by the dim glow around me. Every day my mind is plagued with
what-ifs, unanswerable questions that only seek to possess the mind and shroud
it in darkness. Even knowing that, I still cannot help but think of all the
possible ways things could have been different, how you could still return to
spend the rest of our days together.
But I cannot change the
past. I cannot change what we shared. I cannot change the aching I will feel to
the day I die, and I would not change a moment.
If there is any evidence of
the afterlife, our love would be it, for not even death can separate us. I will
find you in the afterlife.
- Dein Ein und Alles
clumsily folded the piece of paper along the creases, her hands shaking as she
shoved the letter back in her pocket. In her other hand she holds a bouquet of
pale white flowers, tied in a lavender silk knot, the stray ribbon flowing back
and forth in the cool morning wind. A seldom few petals were lined with small
droplets, not from the overcast sky above, but rather from the grief-stricken
woman clutching their stems.
lined the extent of her arm, her body giving a small shiver, yet feeling
nothing. Angela had grown numb to it all, she no longer found interest in her
work, in her hobbies, in the friends she had made since the reformation of
Overwatch. The research she did now was out of obligation, to which she mainly
kept to herself, shutting herself away for hours on end without exiting her
room. Ever since the newly appointed Strike Commander deemed her
psychologically unfit for the battlefield, she saw no reason to do anything
else but remain in her dormitory to feign a sense of purpose.
gust of wind came rushing across the horizon, sending her golden locks across
her face. She slowly collapsed down to her knees, pressing into the soft layer
of grass and dirt. She outstretched her hand to the sturdy headstone in front
of her, tracing the lines imprinted.
2044 - 2093
Friend to Many
Protector of All
“I’m so sorry I could not be there
for you when you needed me most, meine Liebe.” Angela choked out through bated
breath. She held out the flowers in front of her, and slowly released them
before the headstone. A fragile hand crept along her back and rested on her shoulder;
Angela took hold and rested her cheek against it. “She loved you more than life
itself, habibti,” a withered and broken voice softly spoke. That was the final
crack in the dam necessary. Angela burst into tears, water freely flowing down
her cheeks down to the grass below, her hand latching onto Ana’s like a vice. “Shh,
it’s okay habibti, it’s okay. Let it out.”
there they stayed, without a single thought to the passage of time around them.
Ana gave the grieving widow as long as she needed. As the time between huffs of
breath drew longer and the tears gently subsided, Angela gradually returned to
the realm of reality. She slowly turned her head to Ana and nodded, in an
affirmation she was prepared to go.
steadily rose to her feet, the flowers remaining as an offering to her beloved.
Shoving her hands in her coat pockets, she stood in front of the stone, looking
down into the engraved lettering. “Fareeha,”
Angela croaked, her voice rough and grated, “Next time I will make sure to
bring seeds, to begin our garden together.”
stepped forward and ran her hand along the top of the headstone, a solemn
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