This traitorous bullshit stops now.
Trump, his brain dead Insurrectionists and enablers have attacked our public servants. They have attacked our duly elected government.
And now they are threatening our State Houses and the Inauguration of our President and Vice President Elect.
In so doing they are attacking our children’s and grandchildren’s futures.
These traitorous self indulgent pity partying racist sexist abusers have put everything we hold dear at risk.
And they want us to be nice. Or else they’ll hurt everything we love even more.
I want them to know what I want, what we want.
I want millions of us, tens of millions of us standing up and letting them know in no uncertain terms that they are done.
They will be held accountable.
We will fight back with everything we have.
They have no idea what is coming at them.
They have no idea about the wave of rage that is building across the country.
They have threatened our babies’ futures - put our children’s and grandchildren’s very health, hopes, and lives at risk.
They have put our friends and family who are Black, Latino, Native American, and LGBTQ at risk. They have put our health care workers at risk. They have put the air we breathe, the water we drink, the food we eat, at risk. They have put our babies’ world at risk.
They have put this democracy, decency, and all of us at risk.
We are not having it.
It’s past time to stop coddling these abusive cowards.
Being afraid is what they want. We’re not giving them anything they want.
It’s time to stand up.
“We who believe in freedom cannot rest
We who believe in freedom cannot rest until it comes
Until the killing of black men, black mothers' sons
Is as important as the killing of white men, white mothers' sons
That which touches me most
Is that I had a chance to work with people
Passing on to others that which was passed on to me
To me young people come first
They have the courage where we fail
And if I can but shed some light as they carry us through the gale
The older I get the better I know that the secret of my going on
Is when the reins are in the hands of the young, who dare to run against the storm
Not needing to clutch for power
Not needing the light just to shine on me
I need to be one in the number as we stand against tyranny
Struggling myself don't mean a whole lot, I've come to realize
That teaching others to stand up and fight is the only way my struggle survives
I'm a woman who speaks in a voice and I must be heard
At times I can be quite difficult, I'll bow to no man's word”