the GOP is aiming for a $6.5 TRILLION tax cut for the rich by this year. to do this, they’re just gonna pass this bill, which will definetely bankrupt the federal govt, and so to not bankrupt the govt they’re gonna cut programs like Pell Grants, Medicaid, Medicare, Social Security…..basically every program that benefits the poor, minorities, women…
it will allow churches to preach politics (currently they are limited in it). literally imagine if all these super conservative far-right churches are now allowed to preach politics.
IT WILL START TO TAX THE INTEREST PAYMENTS ON STUDENT LOANS!!
This bill eliminates the deduction for 12 million people who pay student loans. Every college student should vote next year.
call your senators + representatives NOW!! jam the phone lines!!
(202)-224-3121
for actions to take and senators/representatives to target: trumptaxtoolkit.org/
Sure, there are coastal towns with the word ‘Beach’ in the name.
But people here do not go ‘to the beach’.
‘Beaches’ are were you go to sunbathe, play volleyball, swim in the moderately-to-very pleasant temperature water. They are warmish, inviting, a place where you can wear sandals and a swimsuit, maybe have an ice cream cone or flirt with a lifeguard. You might be concerned about sunburns, stingrays, sharks, or stepping on coral. You might worry about looking fat in your swimsuit, or being ‘too pale’.
We go ‘to the coast’.
We go to the ragged edge of the continent, where the Pacific ocean (the name seems laughably ill-fitting, even deceptive at this latitude) meets the Ring of Fire. Where the water hovers around 50 F year round, where rip tides, sneaker waves, driftwood, hypothermia, and powerful storms sometimes kill. We know that our section of the Pacific coast is known as the ‘Graveyard of the Pacific’.
We know, when you visit the coast, that you pack your rain coat, a hat, your warm clothing, in layers. Spare shoes, when the first pair inevitably get soggy and full of sand. A towel or two– but not because you plan on sunbathing. We know that the inevitable rain drops are fat, plenty, and sting like rocks when they hit you. We know that they come at you sideways, driven by the howling coastal wind. We know that umbrellas are laughably useless.
We have waded out into those waves, pants rolled up to our knees. We have waded back out a few minutes later, unable to feel our feet. It’s almost a rite of passage. We do not swim at the coast. Not without a wet suit and a buddy system.
We keep one eye on the tsunami escape routes, just in case we lost the cosmic lotto system and were on the sand in time for ‘the Big One’.
We love our rugged sea mounts. Our sea lions, giant octopus, killer whales, tide pools, and massive fir trees inhabiting our coastal old-growth forests. We love the whales that pass through in winter. We love the soaring cliffs, the fresh seafood, the raw salt air, the spectacular sunsets. We love to hole up in a hotel room or restaurant with a view, warming ourselves with coffee or clam chowder, and watch the waves thunder upon the shore, and the wind bends the trees into tortured shapes. We treasure the rare days when the sun is shining, there’s no wind, and the temperature is warm enough for t-shirts.
We love that we can point due west and say ‘The closest land mass in that direction… is Japan.’
We love our beautiful, inhospitable coast. We just don’t trust it.
I just discovered that Tolkien used thou and thee pronouns in his original drafts of LOTR to show how certain relationships changed from formal or hierarchical to more familiar, loving, and respectfully equal.
Apparently, the more notable you -> thee shifts occurred in interactions between Gimli and Galadriel, Eowyn and Faramir, & Frodo and Sam.
And in other news, this information has 100% ruined my life bc I now know we could have had informal pronouns in Lord of the Rings.
“DENETHOR’S BURNING HIS SON, Y’ALL!”
This is by far the best addition to any post I’ve ever made.
The Carving Witch 