Who Are You Voting For?

It’s a question I’ve been getting asked as election day creeps up on us.

When it comes to the two most likely candidates, Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton, I still have no idea who’s more evil or how their presidency will effect my family. To put it simply, I believe they both have agendas that are bigger than you or I could imagine.

An avid Bernie Sanders supporter, his sign is still in my front yard and stickers still on my vehicle. Right now, it’s easy to say that I’ve never been more proud; anyone who drives past me, or my house knows that I had nothing to do with this mess we’re in.

I wanted something different, I still do.

Breaking it down to the bare minimum, we have a Republican candidate whose ego is larger than any desire to make this country great again and we have a Democratic candidate who voted for the Iraq war and fixed the primaries.

There were times in recent months I considered voting for both Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton. More than both, I wanted to write in Bernie Sanders. Why not? That’s who I want as my president and it’s my vote. Unfortunately, none of the above allow me to vote with my conscience. Those options do not satisfy me. What mark on the ballot will help me sleep at night? Writing in Bernie Sanders is where my heart is, but my vote has more power somewhere else.

I am going green, Dr. Jill Stein has my vote.

Yes. I know she will not win, at this point the goal is so much bigger than the 2016 general election. Jill Stein needs only 5% of the national vote to qualify the Green Party for recognition as an official national party and receive federal funding in the 2020 election year.

Americans like to badger the two-party system and talk loud in regards to the corruption and the big, bad politicians but the same folks aren’t willing to take their blinders off. This has been an election fueled by fear. I have met few people that actually support the candidate they’re voting for – they just hate the other one so much.

While my dreams of Senator Sanders as our next president will not come true, I can to use my right to vote in a way that stands tall. I will not place my vote out of fear. I will not place my vote for the lesser of the two evils. I will not allow the media and political commercials to make me feel ashamed for doing what I feel is right.

When I walk out of the polling place and post my I Voted sticker on Instagram – I refuse to feel any shame because no vote is a wasted vote, regardless what Fox News or CNN told you.

“Casting a ballot for the lesser evil in a corrupt and failing two-party system — which only promises more of the same — is the very definition of a wasted vote. In contrast, every vote for Stein/Baraka and the Green Party is a true investment in the future. A majority of Americans are disgusted with the political farce we are enduring. They are desperate for a principled alternative to the predatory bipartisan establishment, and seek a positive path out of the two-party trap. Investing your vote in a 5-percent victory for the Green Party can make it happen.”

– Jill Stein, via press release.

Dear Brock Turner

Ahh, freedom. Feels good, doesn’t it? While majority of America (and maybe even the rest of the word) loathes your miserable existence, I can’t help but wonder how you spent your first night home.

Are you scared? Do you fear for your safety? What do you think the chances are that people in your neighborhood want to assault you? While you are walking down the street I hope you are afraid and can feel the eyes watching you.

I hope you feel victimized.

The reality of it is though, you will never know the true meaning of that word.

I read your statement and it made me sick to my stomach. Rich, white male privilege seeps out of you; tell me, did you come up with that on your own or did your lawyer help you? I wonder if while you were penning that piece of garbage if you felt any remorse. You do not get to blame ‘party culture’ for stealing a woman’s sense of self. That night behind a dumpster, you took that from her. The fault is yours, and yours alone.

You are the problem.

You did a good job of painting a picture of an innocent kid from Ohio who was culture-shocked by the college lifestyle, except you were tripping on acid, enjoying the highs of marijuana and drinking alcohol long before you arrived at Stanford. Did you believe that’d be kept under wraps? There is no help available that can cure you of your arrogance and messed up rational.

While you fear the protesters outside your house, there are women afraid to come forward about being sexually assaulted all over the country. Your many disgusting choices and Judge Aaron Persky’s less than honorable six-month sentence is why assaults are kept secret.

It hardly seems worth the effort, tears and pain of re-living the trauma when our justice system seems to  care more about you, the rapist, having the ability to finish college; the same party-culture place you blamed your actions on.

After your words, I read hers and cried. I felt her statements ooze with not only immense sadness but with an equal amount of power. Her will to take back what you took from her is greater and more substantial than any story that helps you sleep at night.

According to him, the only reason we were on the ground was because I fell down. Note; if a girl falls down help her get back up. If she is too drunk to even walk and falls down, do not mount her, hump her, take off her underwear, and insert your hand inside her vagina. If a girl falls down help her up. If she is wearing a cardigan over her dress don’t take it off so that you can touch her breasts. Maybe she is cold, maybe that’s why she wore the cardigan.

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I hope that someday you have a daughter and nothing bad ever happens to her. I simply want you know that there are men like you out there – waiting for her to be too drunk to consent. Watching her stumble across the room at a party, perceiving her as an opportunity.

Rot in hell,

Jen

Seriously, STFU: Ellen is Racist

I was pretty quick to click on the link painting Ellen DeGeneres as a racist. Ellen?

Um, what kind of cry baby world are we living in?  She’s implying that he’s super fucking fast. I, too, would love to be able to get shit done at that speed, it’s quite impressive.

Let me remind you, we’re talking about Ellen here. If Seth Rogen ran that race, posed for a smiling picture at 3,246mph – she’d post a picture of herself riding him too.

See what I did there?

I hope she’s not outraged, I mean, that could imply that she likes men… if you want to get nasty with it.

She’s a comedian, telling jokes in an easily offended world – not a racist.

Seriously, STFU.

Moving On (But Not Really)

When I attended a Bernie Sanders rally in March, I genuinely believed he was going to be the next President of the United States. My husband and I giddily left our house at 7:45 in the morning for a speech that was set to begin at 1:00 in the afternoon. Believe it or not, we didn’t even complain about the line that already weaving around through neighborhood blocks.

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It was empowering and exciting to be surrounded by so many people, from so many different walks of life, with one common denominator. Bernie Sanders, the face of our revolution. I think he sleeps well at night knowing that he lit some serious fires among his supporters.

My hope is that when future historians look back and describe how our country moved forward into reversing the drift toward oligarchy, and created a government which represents all the people and not just the few, they will note that, to a significant degree, that effort began with the political revolution of 2016. 

-Bernie Sanders

Now that the primaries are over I’m left with a void that I’m sure is very normal. I’d be willing to bet many Hillary Clinton supporters back in 2008 felt the same way when she lost to President Obama. It sucks, and now everyone is telling me to vote for her.

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Did you know that soon after her loss there was a shift of power within the DNC? Interestingly enough, the DNC chair stepped down and it was Hillary’s 2008 campaign co-chair, Debbie Wasserman Schultz who took over. The DNC chair who stepped down? That was Tim Kaine, ya know? Hillary’s current running mate.  Perhaps it’s just all one big coincidence… but I doubt it.

Conspiracy theories aside, I just spent the last year of my life learning all about what a shitty person Hillary Clinton is, so if you’ll excuse me, I need some space before I am ready to be bombarded with reasons why I ‘have to vote for Hillary’.

While she may have adopted much of Bernie’s social platform regarding minimum wage and college tuition, I’m not sold. For some reason I just can’t seem to get over those damn emailsBenghazi, the sketchiness surrounding The Clinton Foundation, the paid Wall Street speeches, her ever-changing positions on trade and fracking

I could go on but simply, I just don’t trust her.

I don’t know who is getting my vote in November but for the record, I refuse to feed into the madness that implies I have no choice and I won’t let anyone to tell me it’s my fault if the bigot wins. I will exercise my right to vote how I see fit and perhaps the DNC can hold onto some of the guilt if we end up with a President Trump.

I still have my Bernie bumper stickers on my minivan and my sign displayed on my front lawn with no intentions of taking them down. I’m proud of the passion I have felt over the last year and let’s be honest, it basically consumed my soul. Some of you don’t get it and that’s okay. Politics are not everyone’s cup o’ tea, but with that being said, I’m proud that I can stand up and say that I care about the future of America.

This will be the last political post I publish on Properly Ridiculous – I’ll be taking my ranting and raving regarding politics elsewhere. A second blog has been on my mind for some time and now it makes sense. It seems that after a few years and 300 published posts, I have finally found a niche.

I’ll keep you posted on the URL as it’s a work in progress, but who knows? Maybe it’ll end up documenting my own run for office. Weirder things have happened.

Real change never takes place from the top down, or in the living rooms of wealthy campaign contributors. It always occurs from the bottom on up – when tens of millions of people say “enough is enough” and become engaged in the fight for justice. That’s what the political revolution we helped start is all about. That’s why the political revolution must continue.

-Bernie Sanders

Seriously, STFU: All Lives Matter

Would you go to a cancer walk and feel the need to tell people that MS is also a disease?

Psst… Just so you know, Alzheimer’s matters too.

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For those of you preaching a sermon about us all being one race – the human race – please, wake up. While technically yes, we are all part of the human race and it’s a pleasant idea that we’re all granted the same opportunities…but we’re not and that’s the problem.

When did you all become so passionate, anyway?

I couldn’t help but notice that most of you who are vocalizing your right to matter too were silent after Philando Castile and Alton Sterling’s lives were taken, yet after police were murdered in Dallas a bunch of folks seemed to be offended that there wasn’t quite enough outrage over the police officer casualties – because not only do all lives matter – blue lives matter too. Obviously blue lives matter because everyone knows that a cop killer wouldn’t go free.

There is a difference between what happened in Dallas and what happened to Alton and Philando.

If one morning an officer is putting on his uniform and feels afraid he has the right, and the ability, to walk away from the profession. In no way, shape or form am I implying that since they knew the risk involved that it is less of a tragedy, I’m simply trying to put it in perspective. Black men are afraid and there is nothing they can do about it except stick together, support each other and hope they don’t end up at the wrong place at the wrong time.

You can smear All Lives Matter across your Facebook wall but that doesn’t change the fact that last night, tonight and tomorrow there are black mothers who are going to sit down with their sons before bed and have a discussion that I can’t begin to comprehend. I am not able to wrap my head around it because of something called, white privilege and if you want to pretend it isn’t real – I regret to inform you that you’re living in a fantasy world.

If you truly believe that all lives matter, prove it. Proclaiming that your race matters too is greedy as fuck. Let them have this – this is not about you, white people.

The ignorant arguments that are floating around this madness imply that there’s a higher chance that the killings of Alton Sterling and Philando Castile were justified rather than assume a police officer made the wrong choice.

Is a cop more innocent until proven guilty than the black guy he just killed?

I’m just wondering, is that because he had special training and took an oath to protect and serve? Meanwhile, the Bahamas issued a travel advisory warning their citizens to be wary of our cops…[“Young males are asked to exercise extreme caution.”]

Stop talking about black-on-black crime, stop talking about their criminal records (or lack thereof), stop using the word thug and for the love of God, please stop talking about us all being part of the same race while spewing this garbage.

I believe if Alton and Philando were young white men they would still be alive – end of story. That is why the Black Lives Matter movement is important and that is why they don’t need to share it with anyone else.

All Lives Matter? Seriously, STFU.

This. #blacklivesmatter

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