I have not been in the mood to blog, or to talk to a lot of people, ever since the election. You are allowed to vote for whomever you wish - that's called democracy. And I'm allowed to have no respect for anyone who voted for a criminal who tried to violently overthrow our government - that's called free will. I am very tired of all these news stories about understanding Trump voters, but none about understanding Harris voters, or the stories suggesting Democrats need to reach across the aisle when they win, but never anything about Republicans reaching out. And all their rhetoric points to the opposite. They are even worse victors than they are losers. If the Republican Party were a child, I would not play a board game with it. Since the Republican Party is a bunch of alleged adults, I will just refuse to engage, so if you are reading this, and you voted for Trump, just remember that you are dead to me and I don't plan to hold a seance.
Tonight Travalon and I did something really fun - we went out with a friend who did not vote for the Evil Orange Thing to a brewery specializing in gluten-free beer. We ran into some people I know from Irish circles, because there was an Irish band playing there. A couple of college girls did some traditional Irish dancing, and then they talked some of us ladies into doing a ceili, so we danced the Siege of Ennis. It's not hard, but my side had always been going through the arch every time we practiced it, so when we actually danced it and then switched sides and danced it again, I totally forgot that I was supposed to BE the arch and tried to go under an arch that the other dancers had not made. Oops! Meanwhile, Travalon and our other friend (who had finally joined the 21st century and gotten a cell phone) were texting each other. It was a wonderful evening full of music and camaraderie with other people who also love our country as a democracy instead of voting for it to be a monarchy. (One Catholic acquaintance of mine is so f--ked in the head that they actually said a monarchy with a Godly king is the best form of government.) I have no interest in living in a Christian country; I only want to live in a country where I'm allowed to be a Christian. Being compelled to be one would take all the beauty out of it.
There are some silver linings to all these so-called Christians being in the Cult of Trump, like there is no longer any reason to go to Confession. If priests support this rapist con artist who says he has nothing to be forgiven for, then I hardly need confess my tiny sins (or are they even sins?) to them. There is no more right and wrong for these people, at least as far as objective morality - it's all based on what side you are on. Their side can do no wrong, and our side can do no right. Another advantage is that I don't feel compelled to go to any particular church for Mass, because I passionately hate my coreligionists, and the clergy even more so, and therefore I plan to avoid any encounters with them. If Travalon and I pop from church to church, then nobody knows us, and we can evade all connection. I still consider myself a Catholic (for now...), but definitely not an American Catholic, which is a heresy totally polluted by Evangelical Christianity. It's nothing like the Catholicism of my childhood, when I was raised by Franciscans to believe we had obligations to those around us. I remember as a child thinking that women were just as important in the church as men, because we could be nuns, and I thought the nuns were so cool, much cooler than the priests. Now we have recent Catholic convert JD Vance saying women without children (a category that certainly includes nuns) should have no say in anything. Huh... if there is no place in the Catholic church for childless women, then maybe I don't even need to bother going to Mass. I still consider myself part of the Mystical Body of Christ, but oh boy, all the organs around me are chock-full of cancer! Yuck!!
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