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That the results of today's US election do not presage the disappearance of BCTS. We have been subjected to vile attacks because we do not conform to so-called gender norms promulgated by the winners.
I am not a praying person but I will pray for BCTS, which has been such a comfort to me for the last 17+ years.
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Time for us to keep our heads down
and stay out of the public view but I fear a 'Big Brother' style regime to emerge. Anyone not abiding by the groupthink will be sent to room 101.
Stay safe brothers and sisters
Samantha
Consequences
It sounds like trans rights will potentially be pushed back 3 decades at least.
I had my social security changed long ago. It really depends on how thorough they will be in rooting us out of everything we have gained.
My security clearance may be at risk and with that my job for the most part unless I can get unclassified work.
There has always been the question of whether passing or non-passing matters.
I think for certain parts of the country, passing will absolutely matter.
Finally, we have to think of all the consequences way beyond the rights of our community. Poor Ukraine!, nationwide abortion ban, possibility of leaving NATO, selling off the government to privatize it ... the list goes on and on. There is the thin hope of an unfaithful elector but that has consequences too. And think of the possibility of a leader with dementia having their finger on the nuclear button.
It is a disaster.
In Addition
Climate change is going to be unaddressed.
A national abortion ban is very possible.
Books will be banned in even larger numbers.
AI will be given free rein.
The stock market is way up today. So I guess all the rest of that is worth it.
Jill
Angela Rasch (Jill M I)
As a non-American
I’m sorry for what has happened with your country. I truly hope that all of our greatest fears are not realized, and that the next four years pass quickly and as smooth as possible.
only 4 years?
47 won't last that long so the Veep will take over and can then be there until 3036. By then we won't have a world we recognise. Sad, so sad. His long con will have no end and the world will pay dearly for it.
Samantha
Makes Me Wonder
Carolyn, as myself, was born and raised on a farm. She was the smartest, prettiest, most intelligent person I have ever known. And yet, she married me. One of our daughters was pronounced M at birth. I loved her with all my heart. We gave her our love, our support no matter what life she chose. She inherited all of Carolyn's beauty and intelligence but not her internal, emotional strength. I can't begin to count the days and nights Carolyn was there supporting her for one of her frequent emotional breakdowns. The woe is me, pity me, life isn't fair to me, diatribes.
I went to bed around nine last night. What will be will be and me staying up all night isn't going to make one I oda difference. Early this morning at around two o'clock I was looking at the phone and listening to one of her rants about the inequalities of life. My empathy and sympathy wasn't happening at that time of night. In a very loving way, I told her to, "Suck it up Princess, life isn't fair." Turned off the phone and went back to sleep.
I love each and everyone of God's Special Children, including Carolyn's and mine. I do everything and anything within reason to give all the financial and emotional support I can without hurting myself. I only want everyone to understand we are special. No more than our neighbors or anyone else. I don't like those in government nor those in the medical profession, nor those do gooders who so mistakenly believe they understand and know those like myself, better than I do. I'm living this life, they are looking at it from the outside judging me. The blind man meeting and describing the elephant is the best descriptive I can explain.
"God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change
The courage to change the things I can
The wisdom to know the difference"
Hugs Joanne
Barbie Jean Lee
Life is a gift. Ours to accept and live anyway we desire. Not a promise of a bed of roses, and golden castles. Sometimes that bed role has to be spread out on the cold hard ground before the next day comes.
Oklahoma born and raised cowgirl