Today We Mourn, Tomorrow We Fight.

I’m supposed to trust in the Universe. Supposed to believe in God and trust in his name and all that Jazz. I’m supposed to suck up the fact that my Country has elected the Devil Incarnate to represent us. To not act fearful of the fact that the man who preyed upon, amplified, and gave a platform to the worst parts of the human condition is set to continue that trajectory for at least the next four years. To think that things are going to get better. To trust the same Republican senators who have blocked so many good things in congress just because they could, will now act in the best interests of this same country.

Supposed to continue to pretend that I trust most of my white friends and associates. To stand up in rooms with people who voted against all of the parts of my beings  and believe that they have my businesses best interests at heart. To make believe that DJ’s teachers aren’t a part of the school to prison pipeline. Expected to stand and make pledges to a flag that has never/was never intended to cloak people who look like me and mine.

I should continue to toe the line when it comes to discussing race and injustice, especially on social media. To believe that Amerikka is the land of the free and the home of the brave.

To think that:

  • BLM
  • Standing Rock
  • The Environment
  • The Economy
  • Women’s Rights
  • LGBTQIA Rights

are at the top of anyone’s lists of protection.

I’m supposed to act like I’m not in Mourning. But I am. I SO FUCKING AM. I am distraught. As distraught as I would be if I lost someone close to me. I mean technically I have. Today before I took a Facebook break  I deleted a whole bunch of people who were so called friends who made the choice to vote for a Demagogue whose platform directly effected me when he talked about how horrible the Blacks were, when he talked about taking away LGBT rights, when he hung out with and was endorsed by the KKK,  when he said that women who get abortions should be punished, when he said that he would make Stop and Frisk legal for the entire country, when he talked about not allowing Muslims in the country, when he discusses building that God-Forsaken illogical ass wall, when he And the list goes on.

If I were Jewish I would be sitting Shiva but since I am not I plan to eat a bunch of shit that I shouldn’t, drink my fill of very good wine, sit with my friends and family to give and receive love, move slowly, side eye white people, and cry; Until my mourning is done. And then I plan to fight for every right that I am at the risk of losing.

 

OH: AND HE WILL NEVER BE MY PRESIDENT.

*Disclaimer, I know that not all white people voted for him, some of my best friends are white.*

The Affair A Jack Reacher Novel by Lee Child

I’ve been a Jack Reacher the novel character fan for a long time. I’m such a loyal fan that when Tom Cruise was cast as Reacher I vowed to never pay to see the movie. Any true Reacher fan knows that Tom is nothing like the novel character. So far I haven’t watched it and I have no real plans to do so. A few months ago I was in the library for a Kitchen Table Meeting and they happened to be having a book sale. *cue my fangirl scream* Of course I purchased as many books as I figured I could sneak into my house without AB noticing as possible. One of those library finds was the Audiobook version of The Affair by Lee Childs.

Though this book is number sixteen in the series it is written as a prequel and gives us the back story to our beloved hero. In this book we are introduced to a different Reacher, one who is still enlisted in the military and sent to Carter Crossing Mississippi, a small town which would not exist if not for the fact that they have a flourishing Army base. Fort Kelham houses elite Army Rangers who operate covert operations which if exposed could place the US in a very unsavory position. All is well for the small town and the base until the girlfriend of one of those elite rangers is found murdered with her throat slit from ear to ear. A war tactic any Ranger worth his salt could perform in his sleep. So who done it? The ranger? Another ranger? Or hopefully for the military’s sake someone from the small town of Carter.

Reacher has one directive: go to Carter undercover, make friends with the local police, find out what they know and prevent them from uncovering anything that could harm the Army’s reputation. This should be simple enough but the local sheriff is a breathtakingly beautiful woman named Elizabeth Deveraux who is as determined as Reacher is to unwrap the different layers of this mystery which turns into more of a conspiracy when they realize that the dead woman’s boyfriend is the son of the senator who chairs the Armed Services Committee. Even more so when it’s discovered that this woman also had a relationship with the senator in question.

Reacher and Deveraux find themselves in a race against time as more people are killed and someone attempts to bury the truth as fast as Reacher can uncover it. In this book Mr Childs shows readers that Reacher has always been committed to the truth even if by exposing it he will lose the one constant thing he has had in his entire life; his military career.

This book is definitely one of my favorite Reacher novels. I spent a lot of time counting the hours until I could get into my car and get transported back to Carter Crossing. It has inspired me to start from the beginning and reread all of the novels, Killing Floor here I come.

The Affair

The Affair