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https://bohemiancrip.blogspot.com/2026/01/government-small-enough-to-fit-in-your.html
Really, it started with a jar of marshmallow fluff.

The call that I can't stop thinking about from the weekend's calls was not a success. But I'm not thinking about it to beat myself up or to reflect on myself as sort of a magnet for weirdness or anything. I sort of expected that I wouldn't get anywhere with this woman--she sort of told me as much, right? I don't love that, but with a lot of my lists a certain amount of "Throw The Bums Out(Or maybe, since I gravitate toward the insurgent type: Don't Put The Bums In, ha ha!) is part of the deal before real talk begins. We talked for ten minutes...if she were really "fine," as she kept assuring me, that would not happen.(my boss would be very upset that I'm not imagining creating a comrade-for-life in any of these moments, but though I've witnessed calls that worked that well, it kind of hasn't happened to me, personally. Even my friendly people are just, like, "Cool! Good luck!" And that's good enough.Some girls just get it quick and dirty.) K. told me she was fine, didn't look to the government to solve her problems and that maybe closing the border was a good idea. She also told me she might have to move because she couldn't afford things, and her kids didn't have summer jobs.
I do think governments should be there to help people with their problems and I did push back on the border thing a little, because I think it's racist.On one hand, I think it's cool that women take pride in being independent, maybe ironically more so because I usually can't do it. But I had time to wonder, or indeed affirm, that K. was using stigma to keep boning herself. Although I really do know that it's not "just fill out a simple form" easy, but I believe it could and should be.

1. I hate that ad SO GODDAMN much. But thanks for the reminders of important things:

a. That suddenly becoming conventionally attractive and symnetrical wouldn't suddenly fix all the demons in my head.(Yes, Mom, I know I'm beautiful for about five minutes a year, after great effort and fiddling. Big whoop...I'm not a troll, but neither is my best day what I really look like, and they don't get me anything but photos I can't live up to, anyway.)

2. we can't count on women to always change things for the better, much less bring some kind of compassionate wellspring, etc. This pisses me off. part of me would love to make up for everything I've missed by being some kind of giant separatist.But I can't, because of bitches like you, Kristi Noem.

3.Based on even a cursory understanding of the US's role in Latin America(albeit undertaken while learning a second language, she noted modestly) we owe them, not the other way around. (Also, I love cherries so much that if I were Madam President, all cherry pickers would have instant protected status. their work is vital.
4. No healthy society sucks up to its president that much. Also, stop wasting our money.

5. Yes, threats make living here seem totally appealing.
6. You killed a puppy and bragged about it to seem like a bad ass that Makes The Tough Choices, you crazy ghoul.
7. The Indians won't let you on the reservations in SD.(I wish Indians had done that more. Not sure where I fit in that world, either, but it might be better than this one, anyway.)

I’d been pulling back a lot from my earlier mania about voter contact and stuff, before this.I had what might have been my beat, if I’d been the reporter I wanted to be. Kind of the same people I’d gently nag about the same stuff. Which either goes really well or just awfully and nothing happens.

And somebody tried to create a situation to be a showcase for my disabled talents, just in time for us both to find that whatever gifts disability had given me? Weren’t exactly compatible with running meetings and getting leaders to give up their time for free.(Do I think sometimes I have none? Yeah, but maybe they just weren’t what he thought. ) As much as I’m never gonna care about Agenda Items, who doesn’t think there’s some way they’re gonna blossom—I wish it could have been there, and not only to give my volunteer supervisor a point of pride and ally-mentorship.

But I am the least-effective member of that committee by FAR and I can tell because when I bring it up nobody argues I am not even the Spaz Lizard Queen, you guys…what am I for again?. And I am such a freak of both economy and nature that I don’t have a job I can quit—it’s “Take This Job And Shove It” not “Take This Mission And Shove It”, right?

Yeah, even though one of my friends used to think they exploited me massively. But he also thought an employer would not so there’s that. And I have worked on my share of, like, “What The Hell?” kinds of campaigns…having little chance, although a discouraging statement and a sad reminder that we don’t actually live the Schoolhouse Rock life, well, it’s fun, doing it like that, if not as satisfying and momentous as winning.

You don’t have to be as cautious, and the camaraderie can be the point in a way it’s not when you really think you could grab some Undecideds and all that stuff. I got to really wanting this one.(Not just for me, of course. Given Bowman’s Green New Deal advocacy, I almost could say “for the planet”, but that seems too grandiose. But, you know. Sort of, right?) and, gee, Congress just doesn’t have enough “business-friendly” cash-bags who are comfortable with casual racism in it, so it will be nice to see that marginalized demographic come into its own, much as we disabled people have.(That’s funny cause we haven’t. Ever. And it’s not just about me being the movement’s Tommy, “who ain’t got no job.”

But I had a friend die and I had believed she wouldn’t, and, well, basically my golden Accident-a-versary—50, is despite my every intent to imagine good things coming my way to match my numerical maturity, is kind of a bust, although I’m still adding “so far’ in case the Powers that Be skim Dreamwidth. But I went through this whole thing, you know?
Which sounds too corny to say:
“What would I do, if it was the last thing that I did?” “I didn’t cheat death to be on Zoom all the time!” blah, blah, blah, as Denis Leary says. So, I pulled back, and, like, looked around and waited for something to fill the hole(Nope, not that one. Or that one, either. Although maybe that would be nice, too. Definitely thought maybe meeting all these organizers for twelve years might be better for that, too. Again, not so far.) Maybe I just have a permanent void where my family life or career satisfaction was supposed to be. Like the Grand Canyon, except nobody wants to visit it.

But, unless I’m cooking with real gas, don’t usually write more than 500 words a day. Maybe I stream something (stand-up, or an hour of “Suits” or “Shameless) for another hour. Fight with numbskulls online. Worthy enough pursuits aside from the fact I both covet Jeremy Allen White and also think he is… kind of what my son would’ve looked like, at least around the eyes.
Even without that sometimes disturbing glimpse of my psyche, though, none of that stuff—or helping Mom do stuff online, ever feels like It, right?

since you read, and I write, about the bad or slow parts of my job(and I'm still kind of pissed at the Dem higher-ups for not giving us better things to fight for and making my job easy thereby, but...)
I did get someone to volunteer who was disinclined yesterday...sometimes, my work is more like therapy than I'd like it to be, but people will do a lot for you if they feel you are listening to them and taking their wants and frustrations into account.(This can make talking on the phone with them frustrating and long, but I may be an ace redirector.)
Also, sometimes perhaps I try to start too early. I am more free earlier in the day, but maybe many PDA-ers are not. Perhaps when I think I should start, I should go watch something for an hour first(Possibly while pretending that someone has already said yes within that hour, making subsequent effort... lagniappe, maybe.)

but today's meeting went well, if slightly short of my West Wing illusions.
Proud to work for SSI and fully launch our Disability IOT.

My supervisor was not amused at having the Victory call for races in WI and IL compete with indictment news...may have been the most put out I've seen him in years. Kind of agree that we should focus on ways to make a difference.

Calligrafiti, thanks for your comment on my blog. Miss Tina had the kind of quiet passing we all hope for, but being without her has been quite an adjustment.