I wanted to speak again about Ruby Freeman and Shaye Moss– not about what Giuliani did to them this time, but about them personally, and especially about Ruby Freeman. Today, in Washington, Freeman and Moss were awarded a whopping $148 million, about half of it in punitive damages, for their suffering when Giuliani falsely accused them of passing around USB drives to try to rig the presidential election in 2020. The two were actually just election workers counting votes;... Read more
The car will only drive one mile. Jimmy said the fastest thing will be to take the list of codes back to Auto Zone and just buy every sensor they tell me to by. The scanner codes are all a matter of more burned-out sensors. I don’t need a new transmission, just the transmission speed sensor and one or two others. He can put them in the car quickly when I finish paying the rent and come up with... Read more
I have been watching the news out of the trial of Rudy Giuliani, for his defamation of Ruby Freedman and Shaye Moss. If you’ve been following the news, you know that this is the civil trial determining exactly how much money Giuliani will be forced to pay Freedman and Moss, to atone for his defamation. He already admitted that he did it to avoid mounting legal costs. He will go to criminal trial for his actions under the Georgia RICO... Read more
I went to the car, feeling apprehensive. “Apprehensive” is different than “anxious.” Anxiety is an aura of fear looking for a problem to surround. The fear is prior to the fearsome thing and it doesn’t go away once the fearsome thing is taken care of. Apprehension means you’re nervous about something, that’s all. I was apprehensive because Serendipity has been acting up since Jimmy banged her back together. She’d been going into “limp mode” for a few moments when... Read more
I had a hard time on the Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception. We all know how I feel about holy days of obligation. They are a matter of extreme anxiety and scruples for me. For years, I would drag myself to Mass on Sundays and holy days, despite religious trauma, despite chronic illness flares, sometimes despite not having a car and sometimes having to walk both ways for miles. Sometimes I would go to Mass twice because I... Read more
The Scrapper came back to see Holly the Witch, at her house on the South Side of Columbus. He wanted to know if there was any work he could do for her to earn a few dollars. She asked why he was clenching his teeth. “Some guy cracked out and broke my jaw and shot me in the armpit. They wanted me to stay another week in the hospital but I’ll lose my room. I need money to buy... Read more
We need to talk about the pro-life movement again. Or rather, we need to talk about what it’s like to be a pregnant woman in America, now that Roe versus Wade has been reversed, and what the laws that the pro-life movement has clamored for are doing to those women. I want to draw your attention to the case of Brittany Watts, right here in Ohio. Watts is a woman who experienced a late miscarriage. She went to the hospital... Read more
Hey folks! This is not a real blog post, it’s just blogkeeping. I’ll be on with one of those later today. I had to make an emergency appeal last month but this is the real, every-three-months blogkeeping note. The first thing I wanted to let you know is that if you follow my X or Twitter account, there’s a troll account imitating me right now that will probably be zapped by the time you read this. I am not... Read more
We did not get to the Christmas parade on Saturday. Steubenville has a really excellent Christmas parade, one you look forward to all year. I’d also been looking forward to a browse at the bookstore and a visit to the new store front that sells farmer’s market produce. It was going to be a great day, and then it wasn’t. We were in the car coming back from grocery shopping and the laundromat, intending to dump the groceries in... Read more
En una noche oscura, con ansias en amores imflamada, ¡oh dichosa uentura! salí sin ser notada, estando ya mi casa sosegada. A escuras y segura, por la secreta escala disfrazada, ¡oh dichosa uentura! a escuras y ençelada, estando ya mi casa sosegada. En la noche dichosa, en secreto, que nadie me ueya, ni yo miraua cosa, sin otra luz ni guia sino la que en el coraçon ardia. Aquesta me guiaua mas cierto que la luz del mediodia, adonde me... Read more
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