Preaching to the choir

The neighborhood was aswarm with women in neon pink construction-type vests today. I couldn’t for the life of me figger out what they were doing until one of them approached my door and knocked.

I am not crazy about solicitors. I do NOT want replacement windows and I am not going to show some random solicitor my gas bill even if they tell me they could reduce it🤪. As if I could show them a bill, since I have been using auto-pay for at least 20 years. Vacuum cleaner? I’ve lost count of how many of those we have. Seven maybe? Vintages from 1950s (still works) until the last few years. There are two identical purple Dysons because the one at the moomincabin resides here for the winter, otherwise the battery freezes and we have to buy a new battery.

So who was the pink person at the door? A Planned Parenthood gal! I am TOTALLY in alignment with Planned Parenthood but I didn’t really want to talk so I tried to stave off the spiel by immediately saying I make a MONTHLY donation (on auto-pay, like the gas bill). Also that I grew up during the “coat-hanger” days and I didn’t want to go back to that although many backward (yes, backward) “red” states already have and who the hell knows what Trump will do. And don’t ask me if I ever knew anyone who had a “coat-hanger” abortion. No I do not (that I know of). I am using the term to refer to illegal, unsafe abortions. Because that is the reality for many women right now, TODAY. And ALSO don’t talk to me about “state’s rights”. That particular decision had nothing to do with state’s rights but we’ll go there some other day.

She gave me the spiel anyway albeit a bit nuanced to acknowledge the fact that I am a Planned Parenthood SUPPORTER. ALL stuff I already know because I follow reproductive issues pretty closely. I did let her go on for a while, again, because I am a SUPPORTER and felt like I wanted to stand with her in solidarity. The Planet Ann Arbor is a “blue bubble” but who knows what she has to deal with going door to door. She found a friend in me.

I’m not gonna go on and on (and on) tonight, even though I could (and have in other posts). I expected Trump’s packed Supreme Court would strike Roe v. Wade down and of course it did. As soon as I saw the news (probably on my phone), I panicked a bit. I stopped that PDQ and redirected to, “What can I do that might be positive?” Oh yeah, I am old and baggy and gainfully employed so I can put my MONEY where my mouth is. (What money I have, that is. Warren Buffett I am not.) I IMMEDIATELY hopped over to Planned Parenthood and set up a monthly donation.

I still don’t understand what people see in Trump. He isn’t going to “fix” *anything*, “the economy”, “immigration”, “grocery/gas prices”. Nothing. He isn’t going to “end wars in a day”. At least not in a way that will make our world a better place. He is in this game of thrones for ONE PERSON. HIMSELF! No matter what he says, he isn’t a friend to women, that’s for damn sure.

Signing off, Kassandra

One Response to “Preaching to the choir”

  1. Margaret Says:

    He and his minions are experts at lying, propaganda and instilling fear; it seems to be a winning combo. 🙁