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#that is a human as a rat as a cup
That was a long 12 years for Wormtail.
Can you imagine how differently their lives would’ve gone if Ron, in trying to transfigure Scabbers, had actually transfigured him back into a human?
Just take a moment to imagine McGonagall’s reaction if Peter Pettigrew had abruptly appeared in her classroom from Ronald Weasley’s rat.
Take a moment.Or if Ron had fucked it up a little worse and couldn’t get ‘Scabbers’ back and McGonagall had take him to disenchant him and next thing we know there’s a naked Peter Pettigrew sitting on McGonagall’s desk and the kids in that class learn six new swear words, a hex they will never dare to use, and a fear of Minerva McGonagall’s wrath that will be with them until the day they die.
Ten and twenty years later first years are being pulled aside and warned never mess around in Transfiguration seriously the last time a kid mucked something up in that class Professor McGonagall used two semi-legal hexes, took down a Death Eater and sabotaged the rise of the Dark Lord before Potter had time to get his wand out.
What most of Hogwarts learned first on that otherwise-unexceptionable day was that Professor McGonagall could sure scream loud.
Professor Flitwick’s Charms 5th-year Charms class was close enough to catch the full effect, and the door had been left open besides; en masse the students recoiled with shock and a miscast Hiccuping Charm broke one of the windows (out which the entire flock of ravens they were practicing on escaped to the Forbidden Forest where they only had to worry about centaurs, rather than annoying young humans with wands).
Up in the Divination Tower, Sibyl Trelawny preened over her foresight to have warned her students of an unprecedented catastrophe likely to occur before the hour was out.
Out in Greenhouse Five, a NEWT-level Herbology class looked up in puzzlement, and most of them were subsequently bitten by the Venomous Tentaculae they were attempting to propagate. It does not do to ignore a Venomous Tentacula when you’re prodding at its intimate parts with a cotton ball held in tweezers, so the class was cancelled while two-thirds of the students headed for the infirmary and the rest of them headed into the castle because if they stayed with the Venomous Tentaculae they’d be outnumbered, and nobody wants that.
And down in the dungeons, Professor Snape turned away from comparing Lee Jordan’s Pepper-Up Potion to spoiled cream at what sounded like a woman screaming from the entrance hall. At the second scream, he ordered the class to remain where they were and behave, sweeping out of the room just in time to miss Theodore Nott suddenly jumping up and yelping as if someone had put a crocodile heart down the back of his robes.
Fred Weasley stepped back from the unfortunate Slytherin, shared a smirk with his twin, and stuck his head out the door to make sure Snape had rounded the corner before leading the way out of the classroom.
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Back in the Transfiguration classroom, about four minutes ago, it had started innocently enough. Ron Weasley, possessed of a broken wand and a lurking suspicion that most of the family’s magical talent had been soaked up by his siblings before he was around to get any, had attempted to turn his pet rat, Scabbers, into a teacup.
Scabbers had not become a teacup.
Scabbers, blast his useless furry little backside, had become a furry, vaguely teacup-shaped monstrosity out of which absolutely no one would have been tempted to drink, and to make matters worse, he still had a tail.
It was moving.
Harry was hiding a smile behind his hand. Dean and Seamus weren’t even trying to hide, elbowing each other and laughing. Parvati and Lavender were looking with disgust and horror at either Scabbers or him, and Hermione was opening her mouth, no doubt ready to tell him exactly what he’d done wrong.
Which only made it worse that he really thought he’d done everything right this time.
He snatched Scabbers off the desk (eww, the base of the cup had the same texture as rat feet) and turned away from Hermione. He made the wand movement again, picturing in his mind the way McGonagall had demonstrated it. “Erreverto.”
“Erreverto. Erreverto. Erreverto.”
It didn’t work. It didn’t work when Professor McGonagall stopped by and gave Hermione two points for Gryffindor for getting the spell perfect in both directions. It didn’t work when Harry made his successful transfiguration (Ron looked; the pattern was a little bit furry but it was definitely a teacup). Ron’s lips formed the shape of a word that would’ve made his mother box his ears had she heard it and attempted the reverse transfiguration, which didn’t work either.
Finally, faced not only with the indignity of failure but the threat of Scabbers being stuck like that, he’d gone up to Professor McGonagall’s desk.
“Um, Professor?”
Professor McGonagall looked up from the paper she was grading and looked from him to the squirming teacup. “Problems, Mr. Weasley?”
“Um, yeah, Professor. I can’t get it to work in either direction and it’s not fair to Scabbers to make him stay as a teacup just because I can’t do a spell right and can you maybe … ?”
“I suppose so, Mr. Weasley,” she said, and waved her wand in the exact manner Ron had been doing all along.
Nothing happened.
Professor McGonagall looked very, very puzzled.
“Now that’s odd,” she said softly.
As one, the other students rose from their seats and quietly moved closer.
She did not attempt the transfiguration in the other direction. Instead, she made a complex motion with her wand and murmured an incantation that possibly only Hermione recognized. The teacup squeaked. Professor McGonagall looked more puzzled than ever, and made a sweeping wand movement that ended with a sharp jab and uttered, “Arcanum finite!”
And there was a loud bang, and there was a pale, pudgy, and very naked man sprawled out on her desk, and she jumped back hard enough to knock her chair into the wall and screamed.
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Having taught a particularly rigorous course of magical study to children and teens for quite some time now, Minerva McGonagall had become accustomed to certain things. Students who didn’t listen. Students who did rude things to the mice when they thought she wasn’t looking. Students who accidentally turned a frog or a raven into a flock of starlings or a school of strange slimy South American fish (and tried to solve the immediate problem by filling the classroom with two feet of water, neglecting to consider the gap under the door). Students who tried to transfigure their noses into a more appealing shape and wound up in the hospital wing regrowing their nostrils.
Naked men on her desk was something Minerva McGonagall had never had an occasion to get used to. What made it worse was that she recognized this one, and he’d been dead for more than a decade.
Inferius! was her first thought, followed shortly thereafter by Animagus, which collided with Peter Pettigrew! and produced the utterly horrifying thought of what if all four of them were Animagi? which didn’t bear thinking about at all, so her brain jumped to if he wasn’t killed by a Dark Wizard then why didn’t he say so? and realized there was only one possible explanation why, and about that time her eyes registered that parts of Peter Pettigrew she really doesn’t want to know about were flopping about in front of her face, and she was screaming as she jumped back.
The flow of invective which followed somehow failed to surprise her one bit. Some part of her registered, peripherally, the shocked faces of her students, but most of her attention was directed at Peter Pettigrew, who at very least faked his own death and at worst framed Sirius Black and if Black didn’t betray the Potters then who … did. And the words poured out of her, filthy English and filthier Latin while Pettigrew squirmed on the table, his face rage and guilt and fear and something shifty and contemptible, and he turned to look at the stunned students and lunged for Ron Weasley’s wand.
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Severus Snape had reached the Entrance Hall by the time the scream died away and the invective replaced it. He almost smirked, amid the alarm; of all the things he’d never expected to hear from Minerva McGonagall … he took the stairs two at a time, still not noticing the students who followed.
He did notice the Herbology class, which had stopped on the way to the Infirmary and were staring transfixed in the direction of the Transfiguration classroom, but pushed his way through them, getting Venomous Tentacula pollen all over his robes in the process.
From the other end of the corridor came Professor Flitwick’s Charms class, with Professor Flitwick bringing up the rear and pushing his way between students.
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Ron looked stunned as the man who’d been his pet rat snatched the wand from his hand; Professor McGonagal’s expression shifted to one beyond fury and when the entire class recoiled, it wasn’t from the naked man with the wand.
“Laedo!“ Minerva McGonagall roared.
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Ron Weasley’s wand cast a Splintering Curse many years beyond its rightful owner’s abilities, and it did Peter Pettigrew the poor favor of eliminating the door, which might have slowed him down a bit.
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Severus Snape flailed and skidded to a halt as the Transfiguration classroom’s door shattered. He stepped back just in time, and stared, jaw dropped in shock, as a naked man he recognized from his school days flew past him and bellyflopped against the wall, bounced, and collapsed to the ground just in time to avoid the “Exitium!” which followed and vaporized an impresive chunk of the castle’s stone wall.
Fred and George and Lee Jordan, determined to stay at the front of the crowd, had been pushed almost against Professor Snape by their fellow Potions classmates and some pollen-coated Hufflepuffs. Fred squirmed aside hastily as Professor McGonagall appeared in the doorway, the look on her face so utterly livid that Professors Snape and Flitwick both reflexively stepped back.
Snape tripped over George’s foot and fell against a knot of Hufflepuffs, releasing another cloud of pollen and knocking them backwards. Pettigrew saw his opportunity and took it, scrambling to his feet, stumbling sideways, and launching himself towards the gap.
And Minerva McGonagall made a thrust with her wand and said, “Perdo.”
In the very loud silence which followed, Filius Flitwick squeaked, “The Splinching Charm, Minerva?”
She might’ve looked embarrassed for a moment, and then she smiled as she looked down at Pettigrew, who lay on his belly, his arms and legs lying akimbo some distance away.
“Unorthodox,” she said, “but useful in a pinch. If someone would inform the Headmaster, and send an owl to the Ministry—-not Fudge, not Crouch, someone competent—-Shacklebolt, perhaps. Students, return to your classrooms, please. Mr. Weasley, I’m very sorry, but I do believe it’s impossible to return you your rat. However, the zero I was going to have to give you for the day’s work is entirely undeserved, as you were not transfiguring a normal rat. You may make the lesson up any time this week.”
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The story was, of course, much embellished by the time it reached all the students. Versions of it had the intruder peppering Snape with a Glitter Hex or transfiguring Ron’s rat into a pair of boxers, and people had to be disabused of the notion that it had been Voldemort who’d been hiding as a rat all this time.
Snape gave both Weasley twins detention for tripping him, and took forty-seven points total from Gryffindor over the next few weeks for various pretend-subtle pollen references.
Kingsley Shacklebolt showed up with a team of Aurors in time to meet Professor Dumbledore; the Wizengamot launched an investigation into the events surrounding the Potters’ murder; the results turned into a scandal which saw the release of Sirius Black and the forced resignation of both Director Bartemious Crouch and Minister Cornelius Fudge. Director of Magical Law Enforcement Amelia Bones was confirmed as Minister of Magic shortly thereafte, and the Daily Prophet reported that Sirius Black (“Godfather to the Boy-Who-Lived!” “Framed, Abandoned, Condemned to Living Hell!” “Heart-Wrenching: His Release In Pictures, Page 17!”) was considering applying for a teaching position at Hogwarts, “but just for a year, I’ve been cursed enough for one lifetime.” (“The Prophet reminds its readers that the so-called “curse” on a certain Hogwarts teaching position is almost certainly a mere string of coincidences.”)
And, Minerva thought with relish some months later, it was almost three weeks before anyone attempted messing around in her class.
A personal record.
I’ve probably reblogged this before but I’m going to do it again right now
I think this is literally the best au this entire fandom has produced
I’ve only seen this legendary bit of writing in memes and screenshots. I feel so blessed to see it in person.
Beautiful, simply beautiful!
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Ghosts, Gals, & Damn Big Guns | Why Ghostbusters is Important No Matter What You Thought of it – HeadStuff
Ghostbusters feels like a love letter written to all the girls out there who wondered why Arwen couldn’t go to Mordor, who cheered when Éowyn pulled off that helmet. It’s a love letter to all of us who gaped as Claire Dearing ran in heels through the entirety of Jurassic World, imagining the blood pumping out of her feet as she did. It’s a love letter to those of us who watched with raised eyebrows as Gamora’s fighting skills in Guardians of the Galaxy seemed to fluctuate depending on how good they wanted Peter Quill to look. It’s a love letter to we who watched The Avengers and asked why on earth Black Widow was wearing wedges. It’s a love letter to fans who watch bitterly as Jupiter Ascending is called plotless nonsense, while Kingsman is “boyish fun” and getting a sequel. This movie is a love letter to all of us who watched and wished we could see ourselves as the point man, the wise guy, the demolitions expert, anything but the goddamn lone squadette who inevitably ends up making out with the lead male even though they spent the movie sniping at each other.
In a shocking turn of events which surprises exactly no one, I have Feelings About Ghostbusters.
It was pretty great watching girls make raunchy jokes and kick ass while not looking like walking advertisements for their own cootches, while having a hot boy secretary in need of rescuing who’s only there to be eye-candy. Thank you, people who made this movie. It was everything I didn’t know I wanted.
Plus, AMEN about Jupiter Ascending vs. Kingsman. That is ON POINT.
This is pretty much my feelings about everything. (Also: HOLTZMANNNNN)
It’s a love letter to fans who watch bitterly as Jupiter Ascending is called plotless nonsense, while Kingsman is “boyish fun” and getting a sequel.
GODDAMN, THANK YOUUUUUUUUU.
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“The most disrespected person in America is a black woman… The most neglected person is a black woman…”
Despite this, you can see that many things were invented or created by black women. From civil right movement and fighting against any form of discrimination to the discovery of endless space there were people, about whom you won’t hear from TV (except cases when they need it) or you don’t hear/read at school (maybe 1-2 pages in a book). So here, some of huge amount of women, whose goal was something more than just being a woman.
Lowkey feel like Claudette Colvin should’ve got that spotlight over Rosa Parks smh
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GET INTO BLACK WOMEN
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“Why didn’t Hillary Clinton pick Bernie Sanders as her VP?”
Probably because he called her corrupt, unqualified, establishment, and accused her of rigging the election.
lol, still wouldn’t have voted for her though
but for her own sake, she should have picked a progressive.
“i wouldn’t vote for her, but she should still appease me”
top-notch political stratagem
No, she doesn’t need to appease me. Literally nothing she says will persuade me to vote for her.
I said for her own sake, she should have picked a progressive. Everyone isn’t as big of a progressive purist as I am, and she could definitely have picked up more Bernites if she chose Bernie, Warren, Grayson or someone of that kind.
nah, sis, the “we haven’t evolved specialized lungs to breathe while our heads are placed firmly in the sand 24/7” demographic is already lining up behind her
and don’t call yourself a progressive—let alone a purist in that vein—if you’re willing to put the lives and livelihoods of millions of vulnerable people in this country at risk. progressives don’t do that. worthwhile people don’t do that.
Some have put their support behind her, a lot have not. I’m sure she would like more Bernite support than she’s got.
I hate the concept of falling in line and voting out of fear for the lesser of two evils. I will vote for Jill Stein. I am in no way supporting Trump. And even if he won, we’d probably get a Democratic Senate, which means that he wouldn’t be able to do much. If Hillary wins, the Republicans will probably remain in control.
I live in California and we’re gonna go for Hillary anyway. But the more who vote for Jill or who write Bernie in, the stronger message we send to the establishment that we don’t like the way the DNC plays. I don’t know what I would do if I lived in a swing state, but being where I am, I am not putting anything at risk.
Normally, I wouldn’t engage with this, but this could be one of the most critical elections of any of our lifetimes and, yes, I am afraid for myself, for people like me, and for people who aren’t possessed of the power to defend themselves from what could very well be a long-term trend toward fascism in America.
So, with that…
This election, like all presidential contents of modern American politics, is one with a binary choice. Either Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton will be our next president. The existence of third parties is not the existence of a third option. You’re going to counter that this election is different, and that the widespread dissatisfaction with the picks of the two major parties means that it’s the right moment—and perhaps the only moment—for a third party to seize the day.
For better or worse, that just isn’t borne by history or the current state of this election. I mean, look at the last time a third party issued a credible challenge for the presidency. In June 1992, independent candidate Ross Perot led the field with 39%. For reference, that’s almost five times the average of Gary Johnson’s performance and a full ten times that of Jill Stein. Perot only went down from there—not entirely unlike the downtrend we are starting to see with Johnson and Stein. Beyond the quirks of Perot’s campaign, his slump was partially born of the absence of party machinery to enable voter engagement and partially born of our partisan voting habits. Note that the machinery that Johnson and Stein have at their disposal is even less developed than that of Perot—especially so in the latter case—and that voters, including those who identify as independents, have become even more partisan at the polls in the interim. In shorter terms: if 1992 was an election that could have toppled the duopoly, 2016 is barely its stillborn younger sibling. It’ll be Trump or Clinton.
I urge you not to look at as falling in line. I urge you to see it as what it is: a choice between one candidate or the other. Presidential politics are not, and have never been, about the perfect candidate. For many voters in many elections—those, like you, whose candidate lost his primary—it’s not even about the best candidate. It’s about which candidate is better than the other.
Maybe that sounds like the lesser of two evils. A lot of times it is. But please understand that it can only ever be virtuous to spurn the lesser of two evils when a third good exists. That is not the case here. One of two people will become the 45th President of the United States. Your political profile and the vote you will cast with it serve only to make it more or less likely that each of those two will win the election. If you vote for Donald Trump, you will make it more likely that he will be our next the president and less likely that Hillary Clinton will be the same. If you vote for Hillary Clinton, you will make it more likely that she will be our next president and less likely that Donald Trump will be the same. Likewise, if you—as a left-leaning voter in a finite pool of other left-leaning voters—vote for a third party, you will only make it more likely that Donald Trump will be our next president. The likelihood that neither Trump nor Clinton will be our next president does not change because your vote was for someone else. As ever, it will be one or the other. Third options don’t exist.
You can say that you are “in no way supporting Trump,” as you have. But that isn’t enough. We need to be doing everything in our power—all of us—to stop him. Like it or not, the one and only way to do that is electing Hillary Clinton.
The idea that a Democratic Senate would accompany a Trump presidency is the opposite of political reality. The coattail effect of a Trump win could mean Democrats lose a seat in Nevada and lose our shot at any of the Republican seats in contention. Is it that you’re under the impression that Bernie or Bust voters are going to play nice with Democrats down the ballot? For one, what examples we have of the voting habits of the faction of Sanders voters who have placed themselves in opposition to the Democratic Party show that they are either willing to elect far-right candidates over Democrats or uninterested altogether beyond the top of the ticket. And I’m not especially confident that those who want “[to send a strong message] to the establishment that [they] don’t like the way the DNC plays” will line up to turn the Senate blue.
But suppose that—in spite of all political wisdom—Democrats are somehow able to retake the Senate in the same election that elevates Donald Trump to the presidency. It is already within the power of the executive to enforce our immigration laws. President Trump does not need Congress to sign off on his deportation agenda. He can start terrorizing undocumented immigrants on Inauguration Day. Maybe he gets the governors of Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, and every other state with a Republican at its head to activate their National Guard and help with the process. A lot of people die along the way.
Likewise, a Democratic Senate can’t do a whole lot to prevent President Trump from exercising the prerogatives of the Commander-in-Chief, so he follows through with his promise to order our soldiers, sailors, airmen, and marines to commit war crimes. He purges any officers who speak out or refuse to execute his orders and doesn’t stop until our military no longer has the leadership capacity to meet our objectives in the world. Hostile actors take advantage of the instability. Maybe Putin decides to annex more than Crimea—maybe he goes after a NATO country because President Trump has voiced his willingness to look the other way. The conflict escalates in the South China Sea, and President Trump suggests that Japan should arm itself with nuclear weapons if it wants protection. He offers the same to South Korea when he withdraws our troops. After all, he wants the biggest, best military presence we can muster in the Middle East for Operation: Take The Oil. If Congress won’t go along with it, he just ignores the War Powers Resolution like presidents before him.
A Democratic Senate also isn’t able to stop Republican-controlled states from creating their own hellscapes. President Trump will control both the Justice Department and, in time, the Supreme Court, so our Democratic Senate can do fuck-all to preserve abortion rights and marriage equality—even if states take it a step further and enact legislation far to the right of established federal law.
This is before I even get into the implications of completely gutting the federal government. This is before he shutters executive agencies like the EPA, which is within his power without the approval of that whimsical Democratic Senate.
The reality, however, is that a Trump presidency will almost certainly engender Republican control over both chambers of our Congress. And you can multiply the “Fuck, this is bad” factor of every above scenario by a thousand.
I’m going to level with you. The Democratic Party is not going to consider your protest vote an impetus for leftward change. It’s going to conclude that leftists are an unreliable bloc, and it’s going to look instead at the coalition that elected Donald Trump. It’s going to position itself to the right to get those votes when the country is in shambles two years into the Trump Administration and those voters are susceptible to the opposition party. When midterms roll around, the party is going to look a lot less progressive. The next president they run will be a populist, yes, but he’ll hardly have a left-wing bent. The Democratic Party is going to appeal to whatever voters can be made to vote Democratic. A vote against the Democratic Party is a vote for the irrelevance of your politics.
If you want to change the Democratic Party, the way to do it is from within.
A middle finger to the establishment is not worth bringing ruin to the lives of millions of women, immigrants, Hispanics, black people, working people, poor people, Muslim Americans, LGBT people and whoever else the Republican Party decides to oppress. It’s not worth legitimizing fascism in our political system. It’s not worth subjecting every effort at progress for the next quarter-century to a far-right Supreme Court handpicked by Donald Trump.
Please don’t play with people’s lives to make a statement.
*praise hands* FUCKING THIS. I voted for Bernie, and I’m disgusted by the DNC shenanigans. But I’m just shy of 32 years old and I have voted blue in every single election; I vote in the midterms, too. Despite the fact that I’ve been in Australia for 6 ½ years, I still fucking vote.
I have a LOT of Bernie or Bust people on my Facebook friends list. Unsurprisingly, they’re all white. A few of them are throwing hissy fits; several of them are threatening to vote for Jill Stein. (Who panders to the anti-science, anti-vaxx crowd. Sigh.)
While sticking to principle is normally good, this is too goddamn important. A friend of mine used the phrase “Nazi Cheeto Jesus” and it fits.
Look, if a few hundred fewer people voted for Nader in 2000 in Florida, GWB would not have been appointed President and the world would be a much better place. This is not up for debate.
I’d also like to point out that Hillary has been under constant right-wing scrutiny and attack for twenty-five years – longer than most of you have been alive. She has fought for progressive causes; as First Lady, she fought tooth and nail for universal healthcare and managed to institute the CHiP program, which covers children. She was very, very effective as a Senator from New York.
People hand-wringing about her are falling for thirty years of Republican lies.
If the other side was able to prove ANYTHING about Hillary, they’d have done it by now, trust me.
At this point in the game, I have one thing to say:
I am disabled. My girlfriend is Jewish. I am converting. Neither of us is straight.
As far as I am concerned, if you do not vote for Hillary, you want us dead.
Um. I haven’t had a chance to finish reading all of the information available, but I’m RELATIVELY SURE she picked a Social Progressive. Someone who has a history of being MORE progressive than even Bernie on some issues.
SO. That’s one bullshit fact kicked in the face. Just admit you think she can’t do anything right and put the fucking hypocrite postit note on your head so I don’t accidentally waste any more time.
Here’s an absolutely true fact: I am not holding my nose to vote for Hillary Rodham Clinton. I am fucking ecstatic she is on the ballot; not as vice president, but as fucking President of the United States. I’ve waited half my goddamn life for this.
When I was twenty years old and pregnant as a single mother on welfare, I voted for Bill Clinton’s second term. And I dreamed of the day Hillary would run for president without actually believing I’d ever see a woman president while I was alive. I was also a bit worried about having a kid while not having a job.
Here’s the thing; your pure as snow ideology did not get my kid Medicaid when I had no money–the Democrats did. Ideals did not get my Pell grants and student loans and TANF so I could go to college; the Democrats did. Self-righteous purity meant absolutely zero when I became a welfare clerk, then a caseworker, and worked cases for women who were me, once upon a time: single mothers, young children, no job or minimum wage, sometimes not a lot of hope, sometimes undocumented and taken advantage of, some citizens and not doing any better.
They deserved better.
Ideological purity did not get those women food, prenatal care, and medical assistance for their kids; it didn’t fund WIC or school lunches; neither did I. But I am proud that my job let me be the way they could get it, and that my party was the one that assured it happened at all. The Democratic party is what gave them this.
I’m an analyst now with a grown son, but I don’t forget where I came from. I am a single mother who never married with a gay son; I am everything the Republicans hate and everything they literally want to destroy. According to the Republican party, the women and children I served and still serve as an analyst are not supposed to even exist. According to the Republican Party, neither should my son.
I don’t need entitlement programs anymore, and neither does my son. But I will vote to make sure everyone else does. I still serve them. That is my job as a human being.
I’ll consider your ideological purity when you feed a hundred thousand people and assure their kids get to see the doctor every month. I will care when you fund Pell grants for all the kids who need to go to college. I will take your wisdom under advisement when you fund Section 8 and make sure families have roofs over their head. I will give a shit when your block grant to Planned Parenthood goes through so we can get all those closed clinics. I will happily and joyfully mea fucking culpa when that happens.
Until then, I don’t give a fuck.
Nothing says privilege like being able to enable the election of a classist, racist, homophobic misogynist through either inaction or taking an ideological stand because you don’t have to worry about his policy decisions affecting you in the least.
Honestly, Tim Kaine is pretty damn progressive. I’m absolutely happy to vote for a Clinton/Kaine ticket, and really cannot understand voters who would rather go against the wishes of their chosen candidate and increase the odds of a Trump Presidency and the horrific consequences that would follow over some ideological point that’s not going to carry any weight with anyone in actual power.
