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The Boob Boy, The Bondi, and the Big Ol’ Bus They Got Thrown Under

“When you build your house on hypocrisy, don’t be shocked when the storm hits first.” 

-Southern Gay Wisdom

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Brace your spirit. Today’s sermon is brought to you by the Holy Ghost of “I Told Y’all.” The Book of Southern Gay Prophets. And the ancestral spirits who only show up when the drama is premium‑grade. The air is thick. The wind is petty. And the hypocrisy is rising like steam off a Mississippi driveway in July. Kristi Noem and Pam Bondi are out here doing the MAGA Walk of Shame. And the universe itself said, “Roll camera.”

Kristi “I Love Traditional Marriage Unless It’s Mine and Puppy Killer” Noem is over here smiling like she’s hosting a Mar‑a‑Lago bake sale. While her entire political career collapses like a Dollar Tree folding chair. Pam “I Have the Files-Wait, No I Don’t-What Files?” Bondi is shuffling papers like she’s auditioning for a Florida reboot of Law & Order: Girl, Please. And the hypocrisy? So thick you could spread it on a biscuit.

These two strutted into the week like they were the headliners of the Family Values Revival Tour. And strutted out like they’d been personally escorted offstage by the Holy Spirit and a security guard named Earl. The way they both got tossed under the Trump Bus with no seatbelt, no warning, no emotional support casserole, and not even a lukewarm dish from the church ladies is nothing but whew.

The ancestors aren’t just giggling. They’re hollering. They’re wheezing. They’re slapping their knees and saying, “See? Didn’t we tell y’all?” And now the smoke rising today? It’s not from the grill. It’s from the fall of two of America’s most dramatic ‘family values’ performers finally catching up to the truth they tried to outrun. Light the charcoal cause history is happening.

Let’s begin with Kristi “Traditional Marriage” Noem, who woke up this morning as the Director of Homeland Security. And then went to bed as the Director of “Girl, What Happened?” She strutted into that press conference like she was about to announce a new casserole recipe. Her bless your heart chin high. Hair sprayed into a helmet. Confidence radiating like she’d just won Miss Cornbread 2024. 

Kristi Noem is the same woman who smiled her Mar‑a‑Lago smile while cheering on the cruelty of ICE like it was a halftime show. And she really thought she was untouchable. She encouraged the worst of it. The raids, fear, brutality, and the “show them no mercy” energy that echoed the darkest chapters of history. She did it with a grin. With a camera‑ready face. And with the confidence of someone who believed she’d never be held accountable.

She wanted to take anything into custody that breathed wrong in Trump’s direction. Which included blow‑up animals, parade balloons, inflatable flamingos, and anything that dared to stand against the man she treated like a holy relic. She acted like Donald Trump wasn’t the con artist the entire country warned her about. She acted like loyalty to him was a retirement plan. But the check bounced.

And then Trump hit her with a “You’re fired!” Which had that same energy as a Dollar Tree cashier clocking out early. Because the register froze and they simply don’t get paid enough for this. But the real plot twist? Her husband, Mr. “Family Values” himself, is now living his best life as a cross‑dressing boob boy. And honestly? Good for him. Somebody in that marriage deserved joy, sequins, and breathable fabric.

Meanwhile, Pam “I Have the Files on My Desk” Bondi is out here giving us the greatest trilogy since Lord of the Rings like:

  1. “I have the files on my desk.”
  2. “I don’t have the files on my desk.”
  3. “What are the files?”

Ma’am. This is not a Nancy Drew novel. This is not a Hardy Boys mystery. This is a Florida woman with a ring light and a dream. Here’s the part that hits the deepest nerve. Pam Bondi who spent years doing the “I don’t have the files” shuffle, while survivors of Epstein’s abuse begged for acknowledgment she never gave. She never even acknowledged the Epstein survivors. Not when she was Florida Attorney General. Not when they begged for accountability. Not when they asked for meetings. Not when they asked for justice. 

Survivors and advocates have said for years that she ignored them. Dismissed them. And prioritized political loyalty over human suffering. And now she’s out here crying on camera about being “betrayed?” The only betrayal that mattered was the one she committed against the people who needed her most. Public criticism has followed her for years. Because she didn’t meet with them. She didn’t prioritize them. And she didn’t use her power to pursue accountability when she had the chance.

And so here we stand. We’re watching Kristi Noem and Pam Bondi wobbling down the political driveway tumbling down the marble steps of their own hypocrisy. Like two contestants eliminated in the first round of a reality show nobody asked for. Their mascara is running. With their heels in their hands whispering, “Donald, please don’t do this.” Donald Trump, patron saint of Save Myself First Ministries, simply adjusted his tie and said, “Ladies, I love you, but I love me more.” And he tossed them off the political porch like yesterday’s potato salad. The silence that followed could’ve been bottled and sold as a conservative Christian essential oil.

They’ve been politically guillotined by the very man they worshipped like their Orange Mussolini Messiah Daddy. The same man who told them he’d protect them. The same man who said he’d always be there. The same man who turned around and cut them loose the second it benefited him. Pam and Kristi, the country wasn’t lying to you. He was. So, put that in your Epstein pipe and smoke it.

And this is only the beginning. The fall of Trump and the collapse of MAGA isn’t a single moment. It’s a season. A reckoning. A slow‑motion implosion of every grifter, every sycophant, every “family values” fraud who thought proximity to power would save them. Two down. Many more to go.

And as the dust settles. As the excuses crumble. And the crocodile tears dry on the marble floors of Mar‑a‑Lago, let the record show That the South remembers. The gays remember. The survivors remember. And history remembers.

And now I’ll say this with my full chest, “Kristi, Pam, Bye Felicias! May the truth follow you louder than your lies ever did. May accountability find you faster than your loyalty found Trump. And may the fall of this corrupt movement be as dramatic as the chaos it unleashed.” Thanks for reading! What are your thoughts on these two useless human beings with no souls?

Affirmation: I release the chaos of hypocrites. The noise of liars. And the weight of other people’s fake values. I walk in truth, glitter, and ancestral clarity. 

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The Day My Cats Tried to Save Democracy 

“If my cats can overthrow the monarchy before breakfast, I can certainly survive one more day of America acting like it’s run by people who failed the group project of life.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Apparently my cats have decided that today is the day they overthrow monarchy, tyranny, and anyone who tries to tell them the treat bag is “empty.” The sun isn’t even up yet. Piper’s already in her frog costume. Coco’s packing snacks like she’s fleeing a collapsing empire. And Tinkerbell is proofreading protest signs with the judgment of a retired Supreme Court justice who’s seen too much. If you hear chanting, don’t worry that’s just my household preparing for the next No Kings protest. Which according to Piper, is “mandatory for all mammals with a functioning spine.” Nothing says “grassroots uprising” like a grill going before sunrise. And three cats stretching like they’re about to reenact the Boston Tea Party with Meow Mix.

Piper showed up in her Portland Frog Costume. Because nothing intimidates tyrants like an amphibious icon with a gas problem. She hopped onto the cooler like it was a podium and declared, “NO KINGS IN AMERICA! ALSO, WHO TOOK MY STRING?” Her sign was bigger than she is. Her confidence was bigger than Mississippi humidity. She crop-dusted the entire left flank of the protest within minutes. Which honestly dispersed the crowd faster than any riot police ever could. A legend.

Coco marched with the energy of a cat who believes deeply in democracy. But more deeply in the possibility of someone dropping a chicken tender. Her sign read, “I Am Antifa (And Also Hungry).” She wasn’t sure what ANTIFA meant, but she was 100% certain it involved snacks and possibly knocking over a fascist’s drink. At one point she tried to unionize the protestors into a collective bargaining unit for “More Breaks. More Snacks. Less Nonsense.” Honestly, she had a point.

Tinkerbell arrived last. She was wearing the expression of a cat who has seen too much. Knows too much. And is tired of everyone else’s foolishness. Her sign was simple and elegant. “RELEASE THE EPSTEIN FILES!” She held it like she was presenting evidence to the Supreme Court. Every time someone asked her a question, she blinked slowly like, “Sweetheart, I was radical before you were born.” She also confiscated Coco’s third snack bag “for misuse of resources.” Which caused a minor internal revolt. She quelled it with one hiss. A queen ironically at a No Kings protest.

The cats strutted down the street like a furry constitutional crisis. Piper led chants that sounded like “Reeeeow No Kings.” Coco kept trying to start a drum circle using two empty Fancy Feast cans. And Tinkerbell corrected everyone’s grammar on their signs At one point, Piper climbed a mailbox and declared it “The People’s Mailbox,” which is now apparently a sovereign nation. Coco tried to annex it. Tinkerbell vetoed the annexation. Democracy was in action.

As the sun set, the cats gathered on the hood of my vehicle like they were about to drop the hottest protest mixtape of 2026. Piper croaked (frog costume still on): “We Will Return!” Coco added, “With Snacks!” And Tinkerbell concluded, “And Better Signage.” And just like that, they dispersed into the night.  Three revolutionaries leaving behind pawprints, chaos, and the faint smell of grilled chicken.

Now, according to neighborhood gossip. And one extremely dramatic Facebook post from Brenda‑with‑the‑Bible‑Verse‑Profile‑Picture. The “red hat crowd” was supposed to show up and “defend traditional values” at the No Kings protest. They did not show up. Not a single one. Not a hat. Not a slogan. Not even a rogue uncle wandering around confused because he clicked the wrong event on Facebook.

Piper kept scanning the horizon like she was waiting for a final boss battle. Coco had snacks ready for the confrontation. Tinkerbell had a whole speech prepared titled “Sit Down, Sweetheart. You’re Embarrassing Yourself.”

But the red hats? Silent. Invisible. Absent like a dad in a country song. Turns out it’s real easy to talk tough on the internet and real hard to argue with a frog‑costumed cat holding a sign that says “NO KINGS. NO TYRANTS. NO LITTERBOX MONARCHY.”

While the red hats were busy not attending, the Pride crowd rolled in like a glitter‑powered cavalry. The drag queens arrived first. Heels clicking. Wigs defying gravity. Storybooks in hand like they were about to read “Goodnight Moon” and dismantle generational prejudice in one sitting. One queen read a children’s book about kindness so sweet it could’ve cured diabetes. A conservative Christian woman gasped like she’d just witnessed a felony. Piper whispered, “You can’t catch gay from a storybook, Brenda.” and honestly, she wasn’t wrong.

Then came the trans community glowing, gorgeous, and radiating the kind of authenticity that makes insecure people break out in hives. Tinkerbell watched them walk by and said, “Now that is commitment to the bit.” Coco tried to follow them because she thought they had snacks. She was wrong. But they still gave her a hug. A small cluster of conservative Christians stood off to the side holding signs like, “Think of the children!”, “God hates glitter!”, and “Traditional families only!”

Meanwhile, the actual children were on the drag queen float screaming “SLAYYYYYY” and asking for stickers. One man muttered, “This is indoctrination.” Sir your church has a puppet ministry. Relax. A drag queen sprinkled him with holy glitter and said, “Go in peace, my child. And maybe go to therapy.” Tinkerbell nodded approvingly.

Somewhere between Piper declaring the mailbox a sovereign nation. And Tinkerbell threatening to cite a conservative Christian for “excessive pearl‑clutching.” I had to step back and spark up. Not for recreation. This was medicinal survival. A harm‑reduction strategy for the soul. There is nothing that counteracts the stupidity and hypocrisy of the world like a smooth inhale and the realization that drag queens reading storybooks are somehow “dangerous.” Trans folks living their truth are “controversial.” And grown adults in red hats are terrified of glitter. But not, apparently, of their own search histories.

I lit that joint like it was sage. I smoked it like I was cleansing the air of nonsense. I exhaled like I was releasing every Facebook argument Brenda has ever typed in all caps. Meanwhile, my cats watched me like I was performing a sacred ritual. Piper nodded solemnly as if to say, “Good. You’ll need that.” Coco asked if weed came in cat snack form. It does not. She was devastated. Tinkerbell simply blinked the way elders do when they’ve seen this cycle of foolishness repeat since the dawn of time.

And honestly? The weed helped. It softened the edges of the hypocrisy. Made the contradictions easier to laugh at. And reminded me that queer joy, trans authenticity, drag queen brilliance, and cat‑led rebellion is its own form of protest. Sometimes you don’t smoke to escape the world. Sometimes you smoke to stay in it without losing your mind. And on that day? The world was lucky I had a lighter. And I smoked it so reality would stop acting like it was raised by wolves and homeschooled by social media.

And that’s how my cats almost started a revolution before lunchtime. Piper’s tutu is crooked.Coco’s pockets are full of contraband chicken nuggets. And Tinkerbell is filing a formal complaint against “everyone born after 2010.” The protest signs are crooked. The chants are off-key. And the mailbox is now a sovereign nation with Piper as its self-appointed amphibious president. And my cats are still convinced they personally saved America from monarchy.

That’s the moment my household realized the revolution doesn’t need permission slips, red hats, or anyone clutching pearls so hard they leave dents. It just needs a frog‑costumed chaos. A snack‑drunk anarchist. And a dignified elder cat who can silence a whole crowd with one blink.

While the red hats stayed home polishing their Facebook arguments, the drag queens read storybooks. The trans folks showed up in full radiant truth. And the queer community brought enough joy to power the grid. Meanwhile, the conservative Christians tried to pray the glitter away. But honey glitter is eternal. My cats marched anyway. My household stood anyway.  And if that bothers anybody? Well,  that sounds like a you problem, sweetheart. Thanks for reading! And All Power To The People!

Affirmation: “I honor my peace, protect my joy, and let my cats lead the revolution while I stay hydrated, medicated, and unbothered by fools.”

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No Kings: We Rise Loud. We Rise Messy. We Rise Anyway.

“I don’t need a crown to know my worth. I’ve survived too much to bow now.”

-This Puzzled Life, Patron Saint of Showing Up Anyway

 Light the charcoal, because apparently the nation has decided we’re doing this again. Another No Kings Protest. Another day where half the country shows up with handmade signs. The other half shows up with folding chairs, and everyone collectively agrees that monarchy is for fairy tales, not for a country where we can’t even agree on how to pronounce “pecan.”

I woke up this morning to the sound of my neighbor yelling, “Who took my sharpie?!” Which is how you know democracy is alive and well in the Deep South. Nothing says civic engagement like a grown man in pajama pants sprinting across the yard holding a poster board that says, “No Crowns, Just Accountability.” Bless it. 

Every No Kings protest starts the same way. Someone burns the first batch of hot dogs. Someone else insists they “know a shortcut.” And a third person is already crying because they forgot sunscreen and emotional stability at home. Meanwhile, I’m in the kitchen trying to pack snacks like I’m preparing for a Category 5 hurricane instead of a march. Because if there’s one thing I know about Southern protests, it is that you will get hungry and sweaty. And someone will absolutely try to hand you a pamphlet you did not ask for.

We arrive at the protest. Immediately I’m hit with the smell of sunscreen and determination. And at least three people who definitely pregamed with boxed wine. There’s always one person with a megaphone who has no business having a megaphone. Today it’s a woman named Sheila who keeps yelling, “NO KINGS. NO CROWNS. NO NONSENSE.” Even though she’s wearing a Burger King paper crown she claims is “ironic.” Sure, Sheila. Sure.

Then there’s the guy who brought a drum. There is always a drum. And he always hits it off‑beat like he’s trying to summon democracy from the dead. But the signs. Oh, the signs. They’re the emotional core of the whole thing:

  • “NO KINGS. WE ALREADY HAVE ENOUGH FAMILY DRAMA.”
  • “DEMOCRACY: MESSY BUT MINE.”
  • “I’M JUST HERE BECAUSE MY THERAPIST SAID, ‘USE YOUR OUTSIDE VOICE.’”

I saw one that said, “NO KINGS. NO GODS. JUST VOTERS.” And I swear I felt my ancestors nod.

Somewhere between the chanting, sweating and the existential dread, it hits me. We’re not out here because it’s fun. We’re out here because we’re tired. Tired of being talked over. Tired of being dismissed. Tired of watching people in power act like the rest of us are NPCs in their personal video game.

We’re out here because we know what silence costs. We’re out here because someone has to be loud. We’re out here because our kids deserve better than whatever this political Jenga tower is.

At one point, a man tripped over a cooler and yelled, “This is why we can’t have a king. We can’t even have a cordless microphone.” A toddler held up a sign that said “NO” because that’s all they could write. And honestly it was the most accurate message of the day. When the wind blew everyone’s posters backward, we all looked like we were protesting ourselves. Which honestly felt spiritually correct. There is nothing quite as unintentionally hilarious as a conservative Christian explaining the world to you with the confidence of someone who has never once questioned their own Wi‑Fi password.

These are the same folks who will look you dead in the eye and say things like:

  • “We don’t believe in kings.” While simultaneously worshipping any man with a microphone and a Bible verse taped to his podium.
  • “We’re persecuted.” While standing in a Hobby Lobby the size of a small airport.
  • “We’re just defending traditional values.” Which apparently include casseroles, judgment, and pretending not to see their own family drama.

They say it all with the sincerity of a toddler handing you a drawing of a dinosaur that looks like a potato. They mean well. They just don’t land the plane.

My personal favorite is when they try to explain why they’re against something they’ve never actually experienced. “You know, I just don’t agree with that lifestyle.” Which lifestyle, Brenda? The one you saw on a Facebook meme posted by a woman named “Patriots4Jesus1776?” Or the one you’ve never actually talked to a real human about?

And then there’s the classic, “I’m not judging, I’m just saying.” If you have to announce you’re not judging, you’re already halfway to the potluck with a casserole dish full of judgment and shredded cheese.

But the funniest part that makes me laugh so hard I need to sit down is how they always think they’re delivering some profound truth. Like they’re dropping wisdom from Mount Sinai when really they’re just repeating something their cousin Earl said at Thanksgiving between bites of deviled eggs.

So, here’s the thing, y’all. We don’t need crowns. We don’t need thrones. And we sure don’t need anybody trying to cosplay as royalty in a country that can barely keep the Wi‑Fi stable during a thunderstorm. We’ve got our voices. We’ve got our people. We’ve got our stubborn, sweaty, snack‑powered determination. And if anybody’s still confused about where we stand? We stand right here loud. Unbothered. Unbowed. And reminding the nation that the only thing we kneel for is tying our shoes.

By the end of the day, my feet hurt. And my soul felt like it had been wrung out like a dish rag. But the charcoal was still warm. The people were still loud. And the message was still clear.  No kings. No crowns. No giving up.

We may be messy, sweaty, snack‑dependent chaos gremlins. But we show up. We show up for each other. We show up for the future. We show up because silence is a luxury we don’t have. And we’ll keep showing up with charcoal lit. Signs crooked. Hearts wide open until the message sticks.

We joke about protesting like it’s America’s new weekend sport. But the truth underneath isn’t funny at all. We’re living through corruption stacked sky‑high. Child‑abuse coverups that should’ve shattered entire systems. Foreign intelligence games happening in plain sight. ICE acting like a secret police force. Free speech under attack. Minority communities scapegoated on repeat. Billionaires treating democracy like a clearance sale. And someone out here fantasizing about the East Wing like it’s a tyrant starter kit.

And the loudest danger of all is White Nationalism. It’s cruelty dressed up as Christianity. Cheered on by conservative Christians who swear it’s holy because someone slapped Jesus’ name on it. We laugh to stay human. But we protest because the danger is real. Thanks for reading! There Are No Kings In America!

Affirmation: Today I stand loud, steady, and unshakeable. I honor my voice, my boundaries, and my fire. I refuse to shrink for anyone who benefits from my silence. I rise because I can, and I keep rising because I’m built for more than fear.

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Dear World, Please Don’t Give Up on Us: A Love Letter From a Blue Dot in the Red Sea

“Hope isn’t blind. It’s stubborn. It keeps standing up even when the world keeps trying to knock it sideways.” 

-A Blue Dot American Who Refuses to Sit Down

 Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Tell the ancestors to clock in for overtime. Lord help us, y’all. The United States is going through it. And by “it,” I mean the kind of national meltdown that makes you look around and say, “Surely this is a deleted scene from a dystopian comedy that never made it to Netflix because the plot was too unrealistic.” Yet here we are. Living it. Breathing it. And trying not to scream into a pothole on I‑59.

To the rest of the world:

Please don’t give up on us. I promise you the majority of Americans are not standing behind the chaos, cruelty, or conspiracy‑soaked nonsense that has taken over our headlines. Most of us are exhausted, horrified, and Googling “how to apply for dual citizenship” at 2 a.m.while clutching a heating pad and a prayer. We see the instability. We see the authoritarian vibes. We see the white‑nationalist cosplay that keeps popping up like mold in a damp apartment. And we’re fighting it loudly, creatively, and with the kind of determination only a country built on protest can muster.

Yes, we know our leadership looks like a fever dream. Some people in power are making decisions that feel like they were written by a committee of raccoons who found a bottle of expired cough syrup. And our country is being run by a pube signature. Some are facing public scrutiny over their past associations. They include the widely reported connections between political figures and Jeffrey Epstein’s social circle. And the public has every right to demand transparency, accountability, and the full truth. People across the political spectrum have been calling for the release of all relevant documents. Because sunlight is still the best disinfectant. Meanwhile, the rest of us are over here like, “Hey world, please don’t judge us by the loudest people in the room. We’re trying to get the remote back from the uncle who keeps changing the channel to chaos.”

To our allies abroad:

We still see you as family. We still believe in cooperation, democracy, and global peace. We still want to stand shoulder‑to‑shoulder with you. And not stomp around the world stage like a toddler who missed naptime. Please keep talking to your governments about ways to support democracy here. Not because we’re helpless. But because democracy is a team sport. And right now, our team captain keeps wandering off the field.

About the weaponized religion situation. Listen. I grew up in the Deep South. I know about Jesus. I know his work. I know his vibe. And I can tell you with full confidence that Jesus would be flipping tables so fast in Mississippi right now that he’d qualify for CrossFit. The loudest “Christian” voices down here aren’t preaching love, compassion, or justice. They’re preaching fear, control, and purity culture. Which is ironic considering how many of their own scandals keep popping up like whack‑a‑moles at the county fair.

Not all Christians are like this. Some are kind, loving, justice‑oriented people who actually read the parts of the Bible about caring for the oppressed. But in Mississippi I can count those folks on one hand and still have fingers left to hold my sweet tea.

And for the record. I embrace all religions. All ethnicities. All genders. All sexual orientations. All cultures. Except the ones built on cruelty, control, or harming children. If you come to this country with love in your heart and respect for human dignity, you’re welcome at my table. I’ll even make you cornbread.

If you are brown, seeking asylum, fleeing violence, or simply trying to give your babies a better life. You are welcome in the America I believe in. The real America. The one with a heartbeat. The one that remembers its own immigrant roots even when our politicians pretend they sprouted straight out of the soil like turnips.

The America I love has always been a patchwork quilt of cultures, languages, and stories. And it has been stitched together by people who crossed oceans, deserts, and borders because hope was louder than fear. That America still exists. It’s bruised, tired, and currently being held hostage by people who think compassion is a weakness. But it’s still here. And it’s not going anywhere.

We just have to clean our governing house first. And Lord when I say “clean,” I don’t mean a light dusting. I mean roll up your sleeves. Put on the yellow gloves. And open every window because something in here died in 1987. And nobody ever dealt with it. The corruption runs deep. Deep like “you’re gonna need a shovel, a headlamp, and maybe a priest” deep. We’re not afraid of hard work. We built this country on hard work. We can rebuild it the same way.

And let me say this plainly. Donald Trump does not speak for us. Not for the majority. Not for the heart of this country. Not for the people who still believe in democracy, dignity, and basic human decency. Millions of Americans across races, religions, genders, and backgrounds are fighting every single day to protect what’s left of our democratic institutions. They’re marching, voting, organizing, educating, and refusing to be bullied into silence. We’re not giving up. We’re not backing down. We’re not letting authoritarianism take root in the soil our ancestors bled to cultivate.

The heart of the United States will return. I believe that with everything in me. Not because things look good. Because they don’t. Not because the path is easy. Because it isn’t. But because the soul of this country has always been bigger than the people trying to tear it apart. We’ve survived wars, depressions, pandemics, corruption, and more than one leader who thought the Constitution was optional reading. We’ll survive this too. The real America is the one built on courage, diversity, and stubborn hope. And it is still here. Still fighting. Still glowing like a blue dot in a sea of red hats. Thanks for reading! And Fuck Donald Trump, ICE, and MAGA.

Affirmation: I glow in the dark. I stand in the storm. And I refuse to let chaos speak louder than my courage. My voice, my vote, and my hope are stronger than any tyrant’s tantrum.

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Black History Month: Where the Ancestors Whisper ‘Keep Going’

“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.”

— Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Because today, we’re stepping into a month that carries the weight of history, the fire of resilience, and the joy that refuses to be dimmed. This is Black History Month, and we’re honoring it with truth, emotion, and a little humor. I, for one,  know that sometimes laughter is the only thing keeping any of us from flipping a table.

Black History Month is not just a commemorative event. It’s a living, breathing reminder of the brilliance, struggle, creativity, and endurance of Black Americans. It began as Negro History Week in 1926, founded by historian Carter G. Woodson and the Association for the Study of Negro Life and History. The week was intentionally placed in February to align with the birthdays of Frederick Douglass and Abraham Lincoln, two figures central to Black liberation.

Over time, the celebration grew, and in 1976, it officially expanded into Black History Month, recognized by every U.S. president since. Today, it is celebrated across the United States, Canada, and the United Kingdom. And every February 1st, corporations suddenly “discover” Black people exist. But we’re going to focus on the real story (https://www.blackhistoryandheritage.com/article/black-history-month/origins-black-history-month?utm_source=copilot.com.)

Black history is a story of survival and excellence that deserves its own cinematic universe. It’s the spirituals sung in fields where hope was outlawed. It’s the Harlem Renaissance that has exploded with art, music, and literature that still shapes culture today. It’s the Civil Rights Movement marching with blistered feet and unbreakable courage. It’s Black scientists, inventors, activists, teachers, and everyday heroes shaping the world. And often while the world pretended not to notice.

Black History Month holds space for:

  • Grief for what was stolen.
  • Rage for what was endured.
  • Awe for what was created.
  • Joy that refuses to be dimmed.
  • Humor that has carried generations through the impossible.

Black humor is a survival skill. It’s the auntie who tells the truth with a side of shade. It’s the uncle who swears he marched with Dr. King even though he was born in 1972. It’s the family reunion where the food is seasoned, the stories are exaggerated, and the love is louder. Humor doesn’t erase the pain. It makes the journey bearable. The work isn’t done. Because the wounds aren’t healed. Because the systems aren’t equal. Because the stories still need telling. Because the future still needs building.

This is a reminder that the story is still being written in classrooms, in living rooms, in protests, in art, in laughter, in love. And if you listen closely, you can hear the ancestors whispering: “Keep going. And baby, don’t forget to moisturize.”

As we light the charcoal and sprinkle the sage, may we remember that it’s not just to clear the air. But to honor the ancestors who cleared paths with their bare hands. We breathe deeply for the generations who weren’t allowed to. We laugh loudly for the ones who needed joy but didn’t get enough of it. We celebrate fiercely for the dreams that were deferred but never destroyed.

“As a white person, I honor Black History Month by listening more than I speak, learning what I was never taught, and showing up with humility instead of ego. I affirm my commitment to unlearning harmful narratives, amplifying Black voices, and standing on the right side of history. I choose growth over comfort, accountability over silence, and action over performative allyship. I honor the legacy of Black brilliance by being someone who refuses to look away.” Thanks for reading! And keep on keeping on.

Affirmation: I honor Black History Month by choosing growth, listening with intention, and respect.

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Remove. Impeach. Convict.

“Donald Trump is a disaster. He is a bully who doesn’t have the curiosity to understand the issues; he contradicts himself repeatedly; his views of the world are an unmitigated disaster for America and for the American people, and I believe that all of this will become clearer with time.”

-Haim Saban

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. This month I thought that I would focus on Donald Trump and his administration since this year will be the mid-terms. And since we all barely made it through 2025 having to deal with  our “Pedo-In-Chief”, we still have a lot of work to do before the mid-terms. But have you ever really noticed who we have running our government? This blog will completely dedicated to Donald Trump, his dementia, cruelty, and stupidity.

1.        Donald Trump-also known as Cankles McTaco Tits/Felon-in-Chief/TACO/Agent Orange/Don the Con/Dementia Don/Dozing Don/Orange Mussolini/Old Queen/Marie Antoinette/The Other Woman/The Orange Turd/Bubba’s Girl/MAGA Daddy/President Snowflake / Tangerine Toddler, Captain Bone Spurs, Mango Mussolini / Pumpkin Spiced Stalin, The Donvict / President Felon, Humpty Trumpty and others are famously known for being best buds with convicted pedophiles and sex traffickers Ghislane Maxwell and Jeffrey Epstein. They got some luscious exceptions on doing prison time by being allowed to continue their abuse towards children. And recently transferred to Camp Bryan where Ghislane is allowed to do whatever she wants. However, Epstein was mysteriously “murdered” instead of claims that he committed suicide. And oops! The guards just happened to be asleep and the cameras quit working. Convenient, eh? All I can say is, “Jeffrey didn’t hang himself.” And it has also been confirmed that Donald Trump is in the Epstein files as told to him by Attorney General Pam Bondi and FBI Director Kash Patel. In fact, his name is mentioned 1500 times throughout the evidence that links him to this pedophile and sexual abuse of minors ring. This case will likely take several years to get to the bottom. But Trump’s administration is actively conducting an unprecedented cover-up of a horrific pedophilia ring involving royalty, billionaires, and very powerful people of the world that affected over 1,000 children. And several people who were involved as victims or those who pushed for the release of the Epstein files are now dead. Donald can claim that it’s “fake news” or a “democratic hoax” which are his “go to” answer with anything he or his supporters don’t agree with. (https://docs.house.gov/meetings/JU/JU08/20250227/117951/HHRG-119-JU08-20250227-SD006-U6.pdf.).

2.         He is continually trying to censor our freedom of speech and of the press by way of threats and intimation towards people who speak out against him like Jimmy Kimmel and Stephen Colbert. But when the people of the United States withdrew money and took a stand against companies like Disney, that lost billions of dollars in revenue because of corporate decisions, these two people returned to their careers https://www.pbs.org/newshour/politics/trumps-moves-against-media-outlets-mirror-authoritarian-approaches-to-silencing-dissent#:~:text=Trump’s%20moves%20against%20media%20outlets%20mirror%20authoritarian%20approaches%20to%20silencing%20dissent,-Politics%20Sep%2018&text=BUDAPEST%2C%20Hungary%20(AP)%20%E2%80%94,on%20his%20Truth%20Social%20platform.&text=It%20was%20the%20latest%20in,media%20companies%20to%20his%20will.)

3.         LGBTQIA+ individuals, primarily in the “scapegoated” transgender community, who are daily losing more and more freedoms to exist

 (Trump on LGBTQ Rights | American Civil Liberties Union.)

4.        He is a convicted felon 34 times  (https://manhattanda.org/d-a-bragg-announces-34-count-felony-trial-conviction-of-donald-j-trump/).

5.        He is a convicted adjudicated rapist of E. Jean Carroll where his forcibly penetrated her vagina non-consensually and was also held liable for defaming her character where he is to pay millions (https://www.nysd.uscourts.gov/sites/default/files/2023-01/Carroll%20II%20DI%2038%20Opinion.pdf.)

6.        He has been accused by 28 women of sexual misconduct (https://www.axios.com/2024/10/28/trump-sexual-misconduct-allegations-women).

7.        He is a corrupt and failed business man having six bankruptcies in both New York and Atlantic City primary with his hotel and casino properties (https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/trump-bankruptcy-math-doesn-t-add-n598376)

8.        He has personal and political ties with Russia dictator and former KGB officer, Vladimir Putin, and other Russian criminals which compromises the safety of our country. There are also suspected Russian ties to voting fraud, which is dangerous to our free and fair voting abilities. This was demonstrated very clearly to the American people and our military when the red carpet and military members were forced to bow to Putin on a tip to the state of Alaska. He is currently being “dog walked” by this Russian criminal. Which is also demonstrated through his forceful ways of trying to get Ukraine to concede to Russia in a very Russian dominated peace deal that president Zelensky has continued to oppose. And it’s also reported that Putin has the goods on him regarding this and has the “Bubba” evidence https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2019/01/26/us/politics/trump-contacts-russianswikileaks.html#:~:text=Trump%2520at%2520least%252013%2520contacts,NOTHING%2520TO%2520DO%2520WITH%2520RUSSIA.%E2%80%9D&text=Hillary%2520Clinton.%25EF%25BB%25BF),Mr.,Russian%2520government%2520and%2520business%2520officials.).

9.        He also has ties to Israel’s leader and war criminal, Benjamin Netanyahu, who is accused and will be tried for war crimes related to the genocide in Gaza. Donald also bends the knee or bends over quiet comfortably https://www.aljazeera.com/opinions/2025/11/27/israel-is-now-at-the-centre-of-a-republican-civil-war#:~:text=The%20Republican%20Party%20is%20no,standing%20among%20pro%2DIsrael%20conservatives.)

I couldn’t fit everything on one blog. So, there will be two just on Donald Trump. He has a terminal case of “Blame Biden Syndrome.” I will look at his horrifically, incompetent cabinet members and also an emphasis on key figure in the MAGA movement. But one thing I think that most of us can agree on is that the only time he lies is when his mouth moves. There is so much information and other areas of our democracy that are being effect in terrible ways. And sadly, I couldn’t cover them all due to space. But I thought that I would hit some of the main areas. Thanks for reading! And stay informed.

Affirmation: I make great deals. The most incredible deals-like a genius.

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SUICDE AWARENESS AND PREVENTION GROUPS PART 2

“I had gotten to the point where I was suicidal every day for six straight years…On that day, I made a choice. The choice to live, the choice to get better for me.”

-Justin

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy, go away. Today, I want to tell you about a couple more suicide awareness and prevention groups. I wish I could cover them all. Unfortunately, there are just way too many. Please familiarize yourself and those you love and are affected.

Stop Soldier Suicide 

This is the only national nonprofit focused on solving the issue of suicide among U.S. veterans and service members. They have an aggressive goal of reducing the suicide rate by 40% by 2030. Veterans are at a 58% higher risk of suicide than those who haven’t served.

Other statistics about veteran suicide:

·       6,407 veteran suicides in 2022.

·       22 consecutive years with 6000+ veteran suicides.

·       140K+ veterans have died by suicide since 2001.

·       Second leading cause of death in veterans under age 45.

·       The rate of veteran firearm suicide has increased by 65%.

·       The suicide rate among veterans ages 18-34 has more than doubled.

·       Western states have experienced the greatest increase in veteran suicide rate, increasing by 55%.

·       31% Depending on branch, up to 31% of service members develop PTSD after returning from combat.

·       7x the rated of suicide for veterans in the LGBTQ+ community is up 7x higher that for non-LGBTQ+ veterans.

The organization’s impact on veteran suicide.

·       90%+ of our most at-risk clients completed a crisis response plan in 2023, giving them tools and resources to cope in moments of crisis.

·       73% of clients experienced a decrease in thoughts of suicide over the course of treatment.

·       92% of clients who were meaningfully engaged in our care showed some improvement in mental wellbeing by the end of treatment (www.stopsoldiersuicide.org, 2025).

The Trevor Project

The Trevor Project was founded in August 1998 by the creators, James Lecesne, Peggy Rajski, and Randy Stone, of the Academy Award-winning short film “Trevor.” The film was about a gay teen who attempted suicide. The filmmakers then established a crisis hotline for LGBTQ+ youth after realizing that there was not a resource available. They have since expanded services to include text and chat support and resources for parents, schools and others seeking support for LGBTQ+ support (https://obamawhitehouse.archives.gov, 2025).

Crisis Services: Providing counseling support services for LGBTQ+ young people 24/7 all year around.

Peer Support: Providing  an affirming international community for LGBTQ+ youth.

Advocacy: Working to change hearts, minds, and laws in support of LGBTQ+ lives.

Research: We conduct research studies to equip policymakers and other LGBTQ+ youth providing professionals.

The Mission

To end suicide among LGBTQ+ youth by providing crisis support, suicide prevention resources, and educational programs (www.thetrevorproject.org, 2025).

Thanks again for reading. The more education and resources we can provide each other with, the better the outcomes for us all. Please pass this information along to anyone who could benefit. I am one of those who suicide has affected my life in epic proportions. I am also one who continues to fight for understanding and compassion in a world that is lacking.

Affirmation: I am not alone, and others care about me.

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Suicide Awareness And Prevention Groups

“Grit your teeth and let it hurt. Don’t deny it. Don’t be overwhelmed by it. It will not last forever.”

-Harold Kushner

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Keeping in line with suicide awareness, I thought I would talk about a couple of groups that reflect awareness and prevention. There are so many groups out there that stay along these same lines. And I wish that I could spotlight them all.

To Write Love On Her Arms

This group is a nonprofit group dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury, and suicide. Jamie Tworkowski set out only to help a friend and to tell her story. When he met Renee Yohe, she was struggling with addiction, self-injury, and suicidal thoughts. He wrote about spending five days with her prior to her entering a treatment facility. And he began selling t-shirts to help fund her treatment by posting them on Myspace. Soon people from all over the world began contacting him and telling him about their struggles and heartbreaks. And in 2007, TWLOHA became an official organization. 

Here are some numbers associated with their organization:

·       210,000 messages from individuals in over 100 countries.

·       3.8 million miles have been traveled to meet people in their communities.

·       1,100+ blog posts and launched a podcast.

·       56,000 find help tool searches.

·       27,000 fulfilled merch orders

·       $3 million donated to treatment and recovery.

WE BELIEVE:

You were created to love and be loved.

People need other people.

Your story is important.

Better days are ahead.

Hope and help are real.

(www.twloha.com, 2025).

The Semicolon Project

It is an online community that began in 2013, when Amy Bleuel created it to honor her father, who died by suicide. The organization centers around mental health awareness and suicide prevention. The World Health Organization (WHO) reports a 25% increase in anxiety and depression during the first year of COVID-19. That combined with the nation’s political instability characterized by protectionism and unilateralism has led to strained international relations. And the stress funnels down to our families and personal stories. 

The semicolon represents a continuance of life where a period could have easily ended the story. There have currently been over 89,000 assessments completed. 5,336 journal entries shared. And have provided direct support to 214 individuals. Semicolon badges in Apex Legends and Call of Duty has reached over 1.3 million gamers and additionally 50 new chapters. And 84% of Project Semicolon members report that the organization has saved with lives in times of crisis (www.projectsemicolon.com, 2025). 

Mission Statement

Our mission is to empower individuals with mental health experiences to embrace their journey and recognize that their story is far from over.

I hope that you can take something from this information. Please take what you can use and leave the rest. And please pass along the information to someone who can benefit. Even if that someone is you. Keep smiling! And do not be afraid to reach out for help.

Affirmation: There are other ways to end my pain, even if I cannot see them right now.

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LGBTQ+ And Suicide

“Our country is grappling with a youth mental health crisis, and it is particularly pronounced for LGBTQ+ youth.”

-Ronita Nath

 Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy, go away. Today, keeping in line with the topic of suicide, I want to discuss suicide in the LGBTQ+ community. 

The prevalence of suicide in the LGBTQ+ community is nothing new. The risk for suicide attempts and suicidal ideation can be 3 to 6 times greater for lesbian, gay and bisexual adults according to the National Institutes of Health. But there are also other statistics to keep in mind.

In 2024, 39% of LGBTQ+ youth considered attempting suicide according to The Trevor Project’s national survey. 1 in 10 of LGBTQ+ youth attempted suicide in the past year. And LGBTQ+ youth are more than four times likely to attempt compared to heterosexual youth. I can tell you that personally, I’ve been suicidal many times because of rejection from my family as a lesbian woman.

Transgender and Nonbinary identified individuals are at an even higher rate of suicide. And almost half seriously considered suicide in the past year. In 2022, 80% of transgender people had considered suicide and 40% had attempted. These statistics while staggering are not surprising. These demographic struggles are way more than they should be with little compassion from society.

Bisexual identified individuals are 1.5 times more likely to report thoughts and attempts compared to gay and lesbian individuals. And 2.98 times more likely to have  a suicide-related event compared to heterosexuals according to a 2022 study. And  the LGBTQ+ youth of color report higher rates of suicidal ideation and attempts compared to white peers (www.therevorproject.org, 2025). And there are several contributing factors such as:

·        Discrimination and Prejudice:discrimination, harassment and violence due to sexual orientation or gender identity increases the risk of suicide.

·        Lack of Support Systems: Limited social support from family, peers and community exacerbates the mental health challenges. 

·        Mental Health Disparities: LGBTQ+ individuals are more likely to experience depression and may face barriers to accessing mental health services (https://mhanational.org, 2025).

For someone who is a member of the LGBTQ+ community, I can tell you that I’ve considered suicide many times. The rejection from family and friends are sometimes more than I can bare. And having worked with someone in therapy many years ago, who was not sensitive to the needs of someone in these communities, there was little progress made. Mainly, because I couldn’t trust her. And she was extremely judgmental.

Since collaborating with coach for almost a decade, I can tell you that I have been able to fully accept the fact that I’m gay, despite my family’s disapproval. And then the religious communities also seem to greet us with bible verses telling how many ways we are going to hell. We all know that “choosing” to be gay is such an easier way of life. There the secret is out. 

With the current political administration taking away the rights and freedoms that the Stonewall riots stood against, and the lack of funding for suicide hotlines for LGBTQ+ youth, these rates will only climb. Our families, friends, churches, and government should be ashamed of standing by people who are ok with the policies set in place. We are the same as we ever were. We just wear rainbows now. 

There are those beautiful allies out there who remain the strength and backbone of our continual fight for equality. We are youth, parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, husband, and wives who just want to be recognized as equals in the eyes of the law. But where reputations and political agendas are from the far right, we must be even more solidified as a community. If someone is for rights with some and not others, I have no room for them in my life. But it’s taken me years to come to this conclusion. 

Is it lonely? At times, yes. However, I want people in my life who not only support me but also my friends. The suicide hotline is something that our community not only wants but needs. Many of us have non-supporting families and mine is no different. But I do have a place to live currently. But that does not constitute me putting up with homophobia or fragile masculinity and femininity.

The very few “true” friends I have, understand that being gay is not a “choice.” It’s who I am. And if that’s too much for someone to manage, that’s just too damn bad. To my fellow allies and community members, keep up the good fight. We must take up the original Pride flag are carry on. I love our colors. And I’m proud to call myself a member of the LGBTQ+ community.

Keep smiling. Keep shining. Knowing you can always count on me, for sure. That’s what friends are for. We are seen. And we are heard. And….WE ARE FABULOUS! Thanks for reading. Take what you can use and leave the rest.

Affirmation: I am proud of myself and will continue to strive to do well.

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