People. Fucking Be Cool.

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UuuuuugggghhhhhhAAAARRRGGHHHHHHH!!! is the sound my anxiety makes when I wake up at 12:55am and do the incredibly intelligent thing. Which of course is looking at Facebook.

There I learn that a transgender woman was held up for hours by TSA and missed her flight because they were unable to appropriately identify her gender. How is this a danger to anyone else who would, presumably, have been on the plane with her? Isn’t that what the TSA is for: to make sure that people aren’t endangering other people on airplanes and in airports and other places of commercial travel? She live-tweeted the entire ordeal. I’m reading her tweets thinking “Good for her!” while at the same time utterly mystified as to how this ever happened.

Then again, I am mystified a lot these days.

I was listening to NPR the other day when something about that horrific abomination to humankind, Donald Trump, came on the radio. The journalist giving the report said “something something blah blah rally with 50,000 of his supporters” and I stopped listening right there. Because the fact that Donald Trump has 50,000 supporters floored me. How is it even possible that 50,000 people in this country support Donald Trump? I have no idea what the rest of the story was about, I was so completely and utterly shocked by this. And this was just one rally, so obviously, there are more than 50K.

How is this possible? When I see the photos from the rallies around that misogynistic blowhard I am always even more shocked that there are women present. How can you support a person whose sole means of evaluating your worth is derived entirely from his judgment of your looks? Have you absolutely no dignity, no self-respect, no pride whatsoever?

And speaking of women, Planned Parenthood is under attack. Again. For things they aren’t doing. And I’m watching the news, and checking out the streams, and I see all of the pie charts explaining that Planned Parenthood’s services cover so many other things besides abortion, which is of course why the Republican party is unilaterally  trying to defund them, and that abortions makeup only 3% of the services Planned Parenthood offers to better women’s health all over America, and then I see a friend’s post and it says “ABORTION ON DEMAND AND WITHOUT APOLOGY” and I think oh, great, she’s being as sensationalist as they are and it’s not helping and then I read her post further and realize she’s fucking right. Abortions, people, are legal. I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but they are and have been since 1973. Voting to defund them -which is all the Republicans are actually doing, right?- is actually unconstitutional. It’s a woman’s RIGHT to have an abortion. It’s a RIGHT protected BY LAW. It’s a RIGHT that they are trying to take away. Fuck the pie charts and infographics. Planned Parenthood needs funding because free birth control and inexpensive breast exams and pap smears and also because they provide abortions. Which are legal. How is this even being questioned?

And the baby organs harvesting, that kills me. Even if the video footage was real (it’s not, in case you didn’t know), even if they weren’t total and absolute fabrications, the video footage showing crying fetuses being hacked to pieces by crazed abortionists, why is only Planned Parenthood under attack? Why is every single person who has ever used advances in reproductive technologies not ALSO being held accountable for their senseless slaughter of hundreds of thousands of babies when they decide they’ve had enough kids so the rest of their frozen babies can be donated to science? Why is the woman with three kids and a Jeb Bush sign in her front yard not being held on murder charges when she and her husband decide okay, three’s enough, the rest of the embryos we have chilling in a specialty freezer over at the in vitro clinic can be donated to research? How is that any different? That’s what happens when people choose in vitro. Almost always, wayyy too many embryos are created so that a few of them can become good little Donald Trump supporting conservatives. And the rest of them…generally the parents donate to research. I know. I donated eggs. Twice. I learned a little bit about the process.

Which I suppose makes me a mass murderer, or at least complicit in the mass murder of over a hundred little embryos.

Lest we not forget, humans are changing the global climate irreparably so unless we also can mutate as a species at an astounding rate, we won’t survive to continue to populate the planet anyway. Thankfully. I have high hopes for a better species running the show, because mine has done a verifiably terrible job of it. Evidence of anthropogenic climate change has existed -and the corporations that keep burning fossil fuels were some of the first whose research showed its evidence!!- since the late 1800s. And now, at the outset of the twenty-first century, we’re deciding whether or not we’re going to give its massive evidence enough credit to maybe, sorta, uh, I don’t know, do something about it?!

Too little, too late, are four very small words. I’m sure our contemporaries will know them all too well.

And it’s almost 2:00am now and my brain is cranking away and I am picturing this transgender woman, utterly baffled by her detainment, live-tweeting her experience, because it’s all she knows how to do to maintain that this, that her experience, is absolutely unacceptable. And I love the Internet. I love social media. I love that I can get up and write a blog post in the middle of the night when my brain is going a gazillion miles an hour and I feel like I am going to implode by the sheer weight of human ignorance, greed, violence and cruelty. I scan the photos of the Syrian refugee camps and the crumbling infrastructures of civil war-torn nations in Africa, the images of people whose lives were already teetering on falling-apart, and then their home is hit by an earthquake. A tsunami. A suicide bomber. I see the protests of Lebanese women in France toplessly burning Isis flags and the masses gathered at rallies for the most despicable candidate for President the American public has known in half a century. And I’m grateful for my parents and brother and sisters who have quietly but firmly taught me to question everything my entire life, to really think about things before making judgments. I’m grateful for my presence, my ability to look at these things with compassion and love and mindfulness. I’m grateful that while I strive for unattachment, becoming detached is impossible for me. And I try and I try and I try for a resolution. And all I can come up with is…

People. Fucking be cool.

We’re all one species, one globally dominant dinosaur; the very least we can do is learn to live together peacefully. Put down the banners and the flags and the rallying cries against one another. Practice compassion. Pray for your enemies or at least, try to figure out where they’re coming from so that you’re a little less baffled by them. Maybe.

I tried to do this with Donald Trump. I’m still trying. In the meantime, I pray, because it’s what I can do. I pray for Trump and for his fellow conservatives to embrace compassion, to retain the incredible dignity that comes with true humility, to bow down and serve instead of stand tall and scream. I pray for the Planned Parenthood protestors I see gathered outside the local clinic on Fridays and Saturdays, when abortions are scheduled; I pray for them to develop mindfulness and tolerance, understanding. I pray for their peace.

I pray a lot these days, certainly more than I ever thought I would. For years I was a fairly ambivalent agnostic. But the world is falling apart all around me. I don’t always pray well. A lot of the time my prayers go something like, “OhmyfuckingGOD do you SEE what my fellow humans are doing to each other?! How DARE you give us free will!! Take it back! What the fuck?!” and I feel a little bad for cussing at God, but mostly not. God can handle my cussing, even if my mother can’t.

I pray for walls to come down and borders to be broken; I pray for humans to understand the incredible gifts that have been entrusted to us: the care and preservation of ourselves, of each other, of our terrifically resilient yet fragile world. I pray that nobody is ever again stopped by security officials because of the presence of their penis. Unless it’s packed with C4, the TSA has no business bothering that person, no matter how they identify or who they are. I pray for Donald Trump to stop assessing women with his eyes and his greed and start assessing us with his intellect and his curiosity. I pray for greater curiosity for everyone. I pray for us to exhibit more interest in exploration and understanding, to seek out “aha!” moments instead of opportunities for divisiveness, walls, ego.

I pray for myself, and my family. I pray for my friends and my enemies. And I pray for you.

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I'm a writer living in Northern Colorado. I also help run the front of the house for the Fort Collins Bike Co-op. I have two cool roommates and a snorey cat. I love my life.

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2 comments on “People. Fucking Be Cool.
  1. This is fabulous. I love how you wove together these issues. Thank you.

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