Jill Colvin of the Associated Press reported yesterday (September 25th.) on former president Trump’s remarks in Pennsylvania two days earlier.
On Monday night, Trump cast himself as a “protector” of women, saying in battleground Pennsylvania that he will save them from fear and loneliness and they will no longer have to think about abortion.
“You will no longer be abandoned, lonely or scared. You will no longer be in danger. … You will no longer have anxiety from all of the problems our country has today,” Trump said. “You will be protected, and I will be your protector.”
Time to resurrect my joy in limericks which reinforce a reminder of why I can’t write poetry. Sigh. The spirit is willing, but alas, the flesh is weak.
Roe, Roe, Roe, the vote,
and to the polls we’ll go.
We won’t go back,
we’ve made a pact
that Dobbs we’ll overthrow.
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Sing along with me all the way to November 5th.!
Have a great Labor Day Weekend. Stay safe, and stay tuned.
Thanks to former First Lady Michelle Obama for reminding me at the Democratic National Convention this week of our mutual feelings sixteen years ago when a young Senator from Illinois, her husband Barack Obama, was nominated to become President of the United States. President Obama became the champion of “hope” in my mind forever because he believed in the possibility of positive change in a nation I sensed we both loved. I’ve missed them both.
We choose hope over fear. We see the future not as something out of our control, but as something we can shape for the better through concerted and collective effort. We reject fatalism or cynicism when it comes to human affairs; we choose to work for the world as it should be, as our children deserve it to be. (President Obama to the United Nations General Assembly, September 24, 2014)
four-year-old Ella on board the Harris/Walz JOY Campaign Train in playhouse at the zoo yesterday while two-year-old Molly hoped for height
My hope is we will choose to work together for the world as it should be, as all children deserve it to be.
The Presidential debate between President Joe Biden and former President DonOLD Trump on June 27th. sparked a cataclysmic chain reaction that saw eighty-one-year-old President Biden change his mind about continuing his re-election campaign on July 21st., endorsing the candidacy of Vice President Kamala Harris instead. And the race was on with the Dems suddenly energized, emptying their pocketbooks with support for Harris.
Meanwhile, the games of the XXXIII Olympiad began three days later on July 24th. with more than 10,000 athletes competing in Paris, France across so many events Pretty and I couldn’t possibly keep up with them for the next seventeen days of nonstop coverage streaming on a gazillion TV channels from five o’clock in the morning until way too late at night. But we tried our best. Tennis in week one, basketball in week two with track and field, swimming, diving, equestrian, fencing, even surfing in Tahiti in French Polynesia which is a long, long way from Paris. We did draw the line at break dancing which was new to the Olympics in 2024 and a bridge too far for us to cross. Maybe in 2028.
I took a break from live streaming sports Tuesday in the midst of Hurricane Debby to tune in for the excitement of VP Harris’s running mate selection. Governor Tim Walz, or as I have dubbed him Coach Happy Tim, was announced on August 6th.; his choice has been a popular one so far with the Harris/Walz ticket drawing extraordinary support in their rallies across the country this week.
The Olympics ended today which left me feeling at a loss over my prospects for next week’s streaming opportunities, particularly in those early morning hours when Carl’s wakeup call sounds at 5:30 a.m.
What a difference a month makes. Life seems to be speeding past this year with record winds blowing change in every direction, or maybe hurricane season is beginning.
Yesterday Governor Tim Walz became Vice President Kamala Harris’s personal choice to become her Veep in the 2024 campaign. Of course Pretty had vetted the governor before I even knew who he was. We both sat and watched their first campaign event together in Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love, the birthplace of America.
When the topic is women’s reproductive rights, follow the yellow brick road repaired by a Wizard named Walz in his home state of Minnesota six months after the Dobbs decision by the Supreme Court in June, 2022, that took away a woman’s right to choose to have an abortion. Minnesota became the the first state to restore personal freedom of choice for women in January, 2023, an effort championed by its governor Tim Walz who understood from his own experience that personal health decisions must be personal.
4-year-old granddaughter Ella watches at Aunt Coco’s house
Daddy holds 2-year-old Molly while Uncle Seth watches with them
both granddaughters will grow up with a woman President (hopefully!)
I like Tim, or as I have decided to call him, Happy Tim. I also had a Civics teacher in junior high school who was a football coach, and I credit that course with sparking my interest in understanding the importance of separation of powers in our government. Coach K smiled a lot, too, but our football team wasn’t nearly as good as Coach Walz’s.
Onward.
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P.S. Thanks to Mama Caroline for pictures used here.
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