january studio update is coming up next in a few days (even though I know it’ll be february. time isn’t real)

Try and hit them where it hurts, and use your constituent’s class consciousness in your favor, sure. But until the party can accept their own complicity in wealth and agenda for the sake of approval ratings & “status quo”, this meek ass response in the face of authoritarianism means nothing

Dems are still pretending this is an even-footed congressional game instead of the rise of literal fascism. I think they’re forgetting that Trump is intentionally targeting their constituent base, including the more centrist Republicans who are *also* getting burned by these policies.

Putting the onus on your constituent base to become more aware, and fix what you had a hand in breaking is the exact antithesis to having a representational democracy in the first place.

(7/7) Never again means never again. To anyone. The fact that some people cannot see this boggles my mind. We have a duty as humans to protect one another from the evil of men who deem us as unworthy of life: so that nobody has to be remembered by the absence of what they once were.

(6/7) I feel the same weight about Palestine. Children who will forever be lost to time, entire bloodlines gone in seconds. There will be scars of this that will live on in generations none of us will be around to see. And yet, it will be remembered. It will be remembered in the absence.

(5/7) Anyone I met as a child, who had clearer memories than me, is gone. That is a kind of grief that lingers in the soul. To know that little by little, your culture, your faith, your history, is being lost.

(4/7) I feel heavy the weight of remembrance. I think a lot of artists do. To me, it is a duty to those who’ve come before, to honor what is fading before it is gone forever. I am reaching the age where there are no survivors anymore, and it’s terrifying.

(3/7) There is apain there; a festering, dull ache that never quite goes away. One that can only be filled with remembrance and sorrow and joy and faith — but always in the absence of what was. It is never present.

(2/7) That was my reality as a child. I am a third generation diaspora, my family is from a city in Ukraine that no longer exists, from a bloodline that is too lost to history to trace beyond my great-grandmother.

there is SO much of it it’s wild