Man DESTROYS Women's March In One SAVAGE Tweet [Warden]

No, really.

The Men's March Against Fascism didn't have nearly as many signs. pic.twitter.com/Kb6jRGGPgS

— Andy Swan (@AndySwan) January 23, 2017

Compare and contrast the sacrifice these men made, often without complaint or acclaim, to this imbecilic drama queen's baby burblings.

Glennon Doyle Melton

January 20 at 7:07am ·

Hi. I got up early to write something to you...something for us..something that would be comforting or inspiring or both. I can't do it- everything I write keeps sucking. I don't have any clarity at all this morning. Just a feeling of overwhelming sadness mixed with fear and disbelief. The world outside feels ominous and eerie and dangerous to me.

In fifteen minutes, I'll wake up my babies and get them ready for school. Then Abby and my mom and I will fly to Sister's house in DC to get ready for the march. Tomorrow I'll be all fiery and hopeful again, I'm sure. But today, the truth is that I just feel afraid. Afraid for people of color. Afraid for the gay community. Afraid for my Muslim friends. Afraid for all women. Afraid for my friends with disabilities. Afraid for our children- to whom we can't promise any longer that the highest values of our land are respect, integrity, fairness, kindness, goodness, inclusion, diversity, humility, courage, and wisdom.

This is the thing:

I still cannot believe that I live in a country in which violence against women is not a deal breaker. In which blatant racism isn't a deal breaker. In which religious intolerance isn't a deal breaker. In which the mocking of the disabled is not a deal breaker. I am still stunned by it.

Please don't tell us not to be angry, not to feel betrayed, not to be afraid for our own safety- unless you can explain to us that this is not true. It is true. The truth of that is settling into the hearts and minds of every vulnerable group in America today. So think before you tell us our fear and rage are not warranted. Think hard.

Listen, I know that we were made for just such a time as this- and I am promising you that tomorrow we will begin to march into this new world as an army of Love Warriors. We'll show up, together. This I promise you. But this morning, all I've got in me is this:

I'll keep this thread open, if you need a safe place to be today. I'm here and your community is here.
I'm sad and afraid, but also: HERE.

First the pain, then the rising.
First the pain, then the rising.

Today, The pain.
Tomorrow: the em effing rising.

I love us.

G

Well, bless your poor blackened heart. Never go full vagina hat, sweetie.

But seriously, I've been thinking about what drives this hysterical behavior and I've decided that it mostly boils down to a fundamental lack of gratitude.

I'm not going to recount how fortunate we are in America. Everyone on this blog knows it. I wake up some days and literally thank God that I can take a warm shower in clean water. What we have, materially, is undeniably amazing.

But there's poverty of goods and poverty of spirit. The women who act out this kind of absurd personal theater are generally well-off materially, but utterly impoverished spiritually.

Now Ace or others might disagree with this, but I would argue that the strongest spiritual links that you can form with God are faith and gratitude in that order. Paul, for example, responded to being flogged and thrown into prison not with wailing and despair, but by singing God's praises. He had faith and gratitude in such abundance that no circumstance could shake his connection to God.

When I see these women, who are blessed with more freedom, justice and material prosperity than almost any human beings to ever live on this Earth, crying, wailing, and lashing out at the world, I see people with neither faith nor gratitude.

It's no surprise, then, that they act like lunatics. Satan owns their souls. You cannot wake up every day and deny the goodness all around you and be happy, healthy and well adjusted. You cannot regularly stew in anger, hatred, spite and resentment and stay connected to God.

These people are lost. I do feel sorry for them, but I also understand that they're living in a hell of their own making. Their misery belongs to them and only them.

posted by Open Blogger at 07:55 PM

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