As I was drafting this, Trump announced that he will be signing an executive order to keep families together. We have no real details how it will work, or if the children who have already been taken away will be reunited with their parents. There is also the issue that the order might end up being illegal as it will butt up against his zero-tolerance policy that calls for all migrants to be arrested if they cross illegally, because children can’t legally be kept in prisons.
I won’t even get into all the lies he told in his statements to the press this morning, like the fact that children had been separated from their parents under the previous administration (they weren’t — those were kids who came over here by themselves, or were taken from human smugglers) but suffice to say, he’s been forced to do this by GOP congress members who recognized they were on the losing side of this issue ahead of the midterms.
My worry is that there will be so much that happens between now and November that by Election Day we are going to forget how we felt this morning when we learned out country had set up baby jails so they could rip babies and toddlers away from their mothers. Never forget this. Never stop being outraged. Vote these fuckers out in November or they will be emboldened to do this again.
Keep watching, it’s a situation that is developing rapidly.
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October 22, 2017
“Creme de Menthe”
October 29, 2017
A fancy French lady adjusts Jamie’s tie, drapes him in a cozy woolen cloak, and sends him off to his day.
At the print shop he gives the sign outside a bit of spit and polish and has a cranky encounter with two of his “business” associates – the kind who can’t be seen coming through the front door. Jamie opens a hidden panel in the wall and pulls out two sheafs of seditious pamphlets. He warns Frick and Frack that they’ll hang if they’re caught with them.
Geordie comes to work and Jamie immediately sends him out again to get more soda ash for the press. Geordie is like NO NO THAT’S FINE I JUST GOT HERE AND COULD HAVE DONE IT ON THE WAY IN IF YOU’D MENTIONED IT LAST NIGHT BUT NO THAT’S FINE.
Geordie seems like a lot.
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“Freedom & Whisky”
October 8, 2017
A big yellow taxi pulls to a stop, a shockingly vivid pop of color on an otherwise gray and listless street. Handsome Roger steps out of the cab. I assume his balls will be delivered by truck later, because it takes a massive pair to fly 3,000 miles and show up unannounced and unexpected on someone’s doorstep.
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