You can make this up:
After the election I thought, black lives won’t matter and people are going to die. But no matter what the outcome of the election had been, black lives still wouldn’t matter and people would still die. I marched in Washington not to protest against the President, but to renew my own commitment to participatory democracy, collective action, and personal responsibility.
Have an extra helping of hysteria.
The question is not, “Who is this President and what will he do,” it is, “With whom and for what will we stand?” The question isn’t, “What will we do about them,” but, “Who will we choose to be now?” The question is not whether or not we are afraid, but whether we will let fear have the last word.
Signal you are good and imply those who disagree aren’t.
I am a white, queer, temporarily able-bodied, cisgender pastor whose Christian tradition is not the only or best way to be religious, but one that equips and empowers me to stand with the most vulnerable among us. I live on land that is not mine on earth that belongs to our children. I marched because, while I drink clean water, people are fighting in it and protecting it at Standing Rock. I marched because, while I am white, my children are black. I marched for living wages and good health care and for my Muslim and trans and undocumented siblings. I marched for education and health and protection of civil and human rights.
But if the question is who we choose to be now, may I choose to be white, middle-class, hetero, Christian?
And people think Donald Trump is bizarre.
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The mental illness epidemic is real in this country.
“Cisgender…” R O F L O L
“I marched because, while I am white, my children are black.” Marching no amount of miles is going to change that one.
Did she welch on a loan shark, so she’s expecting an imminent leg-breaking?