This is off topic for this blog, but it hits at a topic near and dear to my heart. I am an educator. I have taught in both religious and secular institutions. I’ve seen public school teachers sacrifice so much time, money and dignity to help students who cannot afford or would not benefit from the kind of “education” someone like DeVos would put them through. Public education deserves better than a secretary who would not only disrespect it but dismantle it. Thanks to Lisa Murkowski and Susan Collins, we are one vote away from rejecting Betsy DeVos as Secretary of Education. I come from New Jersey and both of my Senators are Democrats. But if you live in a state with one or more Republican senator, especially if you are in a purple state, call their office and make your voice heard. Jam their phone lines with protest. Fill up their voice mail. End this nomination now. Today! We are so, so close.
1. As we’ve seen from his first 5 days in office, we can not blow off his tweets as hot air, and at this point we should be recognizing clear threats of violence for what they are. 2. There is precedent for what Trump is threatening, be it sending the Feds to increase the already violent Chicago police culture, a crack down on voting under a Sessions Attorney General, or worst case scenario something like this
3. The murder rate in Chicago is not the highest in the Nation. Both LA and NYC have it worse. This threat is motivated 100% by spite, probably against Obama (possibly Rahm too). And it is just the beginning of what will happen to other blue (and purple states).
Prompt: Charles believes you can’t be in love with him because he lacks one thing almost every man has - legs. So when you finally realize it makes him super insecure, you set off to show him that his imperfection is indeed quite beautiful.
Set during Xmen Apocalypse - in a world where Alex Summers never really died! Yay!
In silent , i feel the shadow of a meteor crossing my silky purple shroud in movements ,in circles over my head full of dreams ,
I wonder ,through limbs of wet trees and i dont give up ,i chase myself in a jungle of uncertanties ,i float of waves in heat and i hear the sounds of the world,..
A single drop of rain, single drop of pain, i still draw petals of daisies in the sky ,i still throw over the wind an echoe .my ultimate voice my suspended urge of an island…
I can be a lotus flower ,which hears the claims of the world, i can turn to another side of my bed ,crawling ,streching my arms in a search of what …i still dont know,,,
~The ships and the leaves remain in that port of memories ,some dazzling and some so buried over and crossing my shroud ,my skin rejoices of being in silent wandering ,wondering if i may touch one echoe ,one meteor , grab with my bare hands and keep them fulling my heart in a silky purple state …
Meanwhile ,i stare the infinite and a mysterious star glued in a glassy window ,there at my ceiling and i realize that i just want is your creative spark of Art !
This shroud is still silky and purple, so it is your Art within me!