Is it who you'd like to be? Or the way she makes you feel?
I completely forgot it was Pi Day. I accidentally reviewed an appropriately STEM movie and only noticed when
nineweaving sent me a photograph of an eldritch fruit pie. Then when it came around to dinnertime I forgot again. We should at least have gotten empanadas from Pikliz International Kitchen. Instead
spatch got curry chicken and I got fried goat and we have enough leftovers to last another meal at least, so all things considered it's all right. Also, there is Haitian goat almost literally around the corner from us. I found out over the weekend. I need financial stability for a whole bunch of reasons, but I want surplus income so that I can spend it on delicious goat.
Otherwise I spent the day working, with a migraine. Whenever I looked at the news, I saw the national school walkouts. Thousands of students in protest of gun violence, in honor of their dead. Phone-clip pans across crowded schoolyards, signs, whole classes out of doors, stories of students who were prevented from walking out and knelt instead. Student protests have been a feature of the political landscape for decades if not centuries, but you think of college students, high-schoolers: not middle school, elementary school. Ten-year-olds asking for the right not to be shot. Saturday, March 24th is the date of the March for Our Lives in D.C.; I am planning with my family on the Boston satellite march, because I don't want to write about child sacrifice unless it's Carthage. May these children live to vote out of office the politicians who chose gun money over the next generation's lives. May Tanit be waiting for them after, knowing they offered to her out of insult, not faith.
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Otherwise I spent the day working, with a migraine. Whenever I looked at the news, I saw the national school walkouts. Thousands of students in protest of gun violence, in honor of their dead. Phone-clip pans across crowded schoolyards, signs, whole classes out of doors, stories of students who were prevented from walking out and knelt instead. Student protests have been a feature of the political landscape for decades if not centuries, but you think of college students, high-schoolers: not middle school, elementary school. Ten-year-olds asking for the right not to be shot. Saturday, March 24th is the date of the March for Our Lives in D.C.; I am planning with my family on the Boston satellite march, because I don't want to write about child sacrifice unless it's Carthage. May these children live to vote out of office the politicians who chose gun money over the next generation's lives. May Tanit be waiting for them after, knowing they offered to her out of insult, not faith.
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I wish it were not necessary, and I wish the adults in power desired to protect children more, but I am glad to see that the children will not stand not to be protected. They know they deserve better, like life.