Okay, so about the hateful bigot on my town’s council.
[Quick summary: Trumpy homophobic Karen is on the town council. Last year THK was charged with defrauding $63000 from SNAP and medical assistance. THK also responded to me speaking about being a member of the queer community in town at a meeting a couple of months ago by sneering to my mom, who’s also on council, “I didn’t know your daughter was ✨ like THAT ✨.” You’re goddamn right I am. *flips nonexistent ponytail, nearly falls out of chair I’m sitting weirdly in*]
The majority of the council has done approximately jack shit in response to THK’s charges and upcoming trial. No job restrictions, no asking her to resign, nothing. They keep saying she’s innocent until proven guilty, which … okay, true, but also you miiiiiiight want to set up precautions just in case she IS found guilty. Just saying.
Anyway, her trial is next month. My mom is frustrated with the rest of the council essentially wrapping THK in bubble wrap, and they’re frustrated with my mom because my mom isn’t going to stand for this bullshit much longer. Now, I’ve got my mom AND the mayor asking if I’d say a few words at the council meeting tomorrow night. (Our mayor is openly gay and sick of her shit, too.)
So I am. Even though I hate public speaking. But I hate bullshit more (I am my mom’s kid), and at this point I’m literally WAY less mad at THK than I am at the town council. If she’s found guilty next month, they knowingly allowed someone they knew allegedly defrauded state welfare services of tens of thousands of dollars continue to do her job exactly as she had been doing and they did NOTHING. Not one damn thing.
Anyway, I wrote a speech calling them out and almost being *nice* to THK. Also, my mom just sent me a copy of tomorrow’s agenda and it lists THK having a statement to make at the end of the meeting labeled as “Exposure.” I would be speaking toward the beginning of the meeting during public comments. So either she’s going to complain she’s being picked on, or she’s going to resign.
I wonder if it’s too much to hope for that the tooth that just broke tonight while I’m at work either gets pulled tomorrow and requires painkillers or is in excruciating pain by the time of the meeting so I can just speak and leave.













