Follow

Miss B and I were nearly run over by a child on a bicycle.

Of course, said child is from a house festooned with Trump slogans, and so did not bother to apologize, or even pause.

Yes, I know where the Trump voters in the neighborhood are. It's impossible not to, really. I remember the last election cycle, too.

Anyway, I was extremely unsurprised by the young man's entitlement and lack of decency. He's being raised to run over women and their dogs on the sidewalk without even a glance.

Apples not far from trees, and by their works ye shall know them, and all that.

On another day I might have scolded said young man, but who knows what firearms a Fanta-worshipping fascist has in his house?

If there's a disaster, you bet your ass I'm not helping those people. Now, the house across the street with a "This is a UNION HOUSE" sign and a Little Free Library--they're who I'll save.

Sign in to participate in the conversation
Ragged Feathers

Hello, this is Ragged Feathers. We talk about writing, art, dogs, tea, knitting, weather, science, literature, history, and other cool things. Your host is Lili Saintcrow. Come in and have a beverage; be excellent to each other.