Our House

If you are following my personal tumblr, or if you have spoken with me lately, you know that I am very actively working to focus on the positives in my life. One result of this new focus is that I have realized I am most stressed when I am reading the news. Other than the fact that I am acutely aware of many injustices occurring in my state/nation/world, there must be a simple reason many news stories make me so upset that I can barely breathe. This morning I think I may have pinpointed it.

Every time I read a positive news story, or look at a poll that shows more than half of the respondents agree with my own views, I think “I cannot wait until my generation is in charge.” I am not naïve enough to believe that everything will magically be mended when that happens, but I do believe that we will take many, many steps in better directions. But the frustration comes – and here’s the connection to my previous point – from the realization that my generation, the one with the desire, innovation, skills, and compassion to change everything, is overwhelmingly stuck.

The system we want to change is so broken, and the people who run it are so possessive of it and afraid of change, that we have not yet found a way to wedge ourselves in. We are facing a dearth of opportunities to prove ourselves. We are lucky if we can even claim opportunities to support ourselves via work that we are severely overqualified for, thereby minimizing our usefulness to society AND simultaneously taking entry level jobs away from people who have not been as fortunate as we in obtaining education and experience. In this system, everyone is depressed several levels below their potential.

Regardless, I am focusing on the positive whenever I am capable of doing so. Even though we are not being given many opportunities, we are beginning to make them. We are making our voices heard, even though it takes thousands, tens of thousands, millions of our voices to reach a handful of privileged ears. And much of it started here in Wisconsin, the place that allows me to be proud of my home even at times when I am embarrassed to call myself a US American.

In this morning’s Wisconsin State Journal, there was a small cover story about the one-year anniversary of our current political battle, which has “practically turned Wisconsin politics inside out.” But it’s not just Wisconsin. Two quotes in particular made me feel so good about what’s happening here that I nearly cried.

One poli sci professor notes that Wisconsin is now “viewed as ‘Main Street USA’ nationally” and that we have “come to represent the power and potential of people getting involved in politics.”

A young Wisconsin woman who says she was never interested in politics until last year is now very engaged, and has traveled to other states to participate in protests as well. She had this to say about going to the nation’s most publicized protests:

“I went out to Occupy Wall Street a few months ago, and I was overwhelmed with people telling me how Wisconsin was the spark that started the fire of the Occupy movement.”

And so, finally, we are becoming a force in this country. We have made it abundantly clear what we want and need, so no legislator can claim to have our best interests in mind when she or he works against us. This many people can’t be wrong, and even if we were, this is our house. The house of the 1% may be bigger and fancier, but our house has room for everyone. Our house has more love. Our house has more hope. Our house has more potential, just waiting to explode into action. Soon, the 1% will wish they had come over to our house when we first invited them, because the party is going to be unbelievable.

Hear what I mean, not what I say

I am in A Mood this week. Add to that the fact that this morning I simultaneously consumed caffeine, read the newspaper, and listened to Ani DiFranco, and we have a recipe for a rant. Batten down the hatches.

I went to college at a Lutheran school in small-town Iowa, so I have a lot of conservative friends. I also have a lot of friends and family who don't like to think about politics at all. Usually we just don't talk about it, and I'm not sure whether I wish that we did. Every now and then I try to subtly mention how this or that policy has limited my quality of life, but the following post is what I really wish I had the guts to say. This is what I really mean.

Dear conservative friends and family,

I don't have inherent problems with conservatism as a political approach. I don't have (m)any inherent problems with the republican party, though I have endless problems with what the republican party has become. I can respect your decision to vote republican, if you can demonstrate to me that you have really, deeply thought about the ramifications of your vote. I can respect your decision if you can give me a reason good enough to justify all the ways in which republican policies would limit my ability to thrive in this country.

Every time the government or anyone in a position of power makes a move to limit civil rights, to favor those who are already living comfortably, to silence a group that needs to be heard, to make equality less attainable, it is also a move to erase not only my views, but my existence. It is not exclusively conservatives who are to blame for this--it would be unfair of me to omit that fact. But what I want to emphasize is that these are not abstract concepts we are talking about here. We are talking about people. Maybe you have not been personally affected, or maybe you think it only affects people who deserve to be affected. I wish I could convince you to see it this way:
Every day, the politicians and laws of this country make attacks on me, personally.
Every day, we uphold laws that jeopardize the rights and safety of me, your friend.
Every day, presidential candidates claim that unemployment, national debt, and going uninsured are the fault of me, a law-abiding, tax-paying, working (after nearly 5 months of applying for jobs) citizen.
Every day, the rhetoric of the leaders of the United States reinforces the notion that this country does not want, care about, or need me, a human being.

I am constantly told that I am less worthy of rights and legal protections because I am not Christian. Because I am a woman. Because I am gay. Because I live below the legal poverty line. Because I chose a "frivolous" line of education. Many others are bombarded with still more reasons: Because of their skin color, or a disability, or mistakes made in the past, or any number of other reasons.

The United States as a nation is apparently terrified of governments that operate under Islamic law, so much so that it will declare war on such nations. But at the very same time, many of us believe that the best way to run our own country is under Christian law. A great many of the hot issues today are issues exclusively because we have failed to maintain separation of church and state.

Example 1: Educating teenagers about birth control is problematic only if it is against your religion--so don't use it if it is against your religion. It's not a sin to know that there are safer options available to people who are inclined to sin. In a time when our population greatly outstrips our resources, it would benefit us to limit our rate of population growth.

Example 2: Same-sex marriage is an issue only if you are morally opposed to it, and nobody would force you to perform a same-sex marriage. You wouldn't even be obligated to respect same-sex marriages--only to tolerate them and allow your fellow citizens to obtain legal rights and privileges as consenting adults. Weddings contribute a great deal to the economy, so again, benefit.

Even if I weren't able to provide the above examples, when is it ever fair to force someone, by law, to abide by the tenets of your religion? And who decided that these particular beliefs were the ones our nation should enforce? Think how many rules and commandments are laid out in the Bible, and not followed today. I'm not stating anything new here; I'm sure you've thought about it. Only two of the ten commandments are law (three if you count adultery in some states), and if all of them were incorporated into our legal system, then every single one of us would be a criminal.


I do not, by any means, intend for this to be a tirade against Christianity. There is much that is beautiful and good about it, just as there is much that is beautiful and good about any religion. This is precisely the reason no single religion should be favored in our nation's laws.

If you are conservative for reasons other than your religious faith, then I still urge you to consider the ramifications that political policies have for real human beings. Ask yourself why you support the politicians and policies that you do, and whether you want them badly enough to sacrifice the well-being and freedoms of fellow Americans.

This, to me, is the greatest irony of all. Those conservatives who are unable to articulate their reasoning (I don't mean to imply that this refers to the majority of conservatives) generally fall back on an argument along the lines of "Regardless of the problems you may have with the government, at least we have freedom!"
Ouch.
After reading the above post, you should have some idea of how many freedoms I am not afforded, and you will understand why that argument bears no weight for me.

Please, next time you go to the polls, ask yourself who and what you are supporting. Ask yourself what rights and freedoms you think I deserve. I promise to defend yours, as long as they don't preclude everyone else's.

Love,
Your friend, sister, daughter, niece, cousin, fellow citizen and human being.

Thanksgivings II and III

Since this is so belated, much of what I was going to say here is going to bleed over into more general holiday musings. For now, I want to focus on something I mentioned in my Thanksgiving I post: heightened gratitude as a result of tough times.

This year, I found myself looking forward to Thanksgiving they way I used to look forward to Christmas as an excited little kid. Even though adult-me knew exactly what gifts the holiday would bring, I was incredibly ready for them. Partly because I am already in a place of gratitude at this juncture in my life, and partly for the following reasons and more.

For one, I was expecting a visit from a dear friend from Berkeley, on her way to Germany and Austria. She stayed with me for almost a full week, and we packed in a lot of Wisconsin goodness during that time. Almost immediately after coming home from the airport, we headed to The Old Fashioned, where we treated ourselves to beer battered cheese curds, beer cheese soup, a lazy susan of cheeses and pickled goodies, beer flights, and of course a brandy sweet old fashioned. It was chilly outside, warm inside, and Monday Night Football was on the television. I couldn't have planned a more perfect introduction to our Northern culture. Every time I start to think it's not possible, I become a little bit more thrilled to be here, and to be from here.

The next day we wasted the whole morning sitting in bed and looking up terrible Christmas music (did you know James Brown has a holiday album? The whole thing is on youtube, and will probably lessen your respect for the man). At noon we hit the capitol for some good old fashioned protest songs - this happens every weekday at noon in the rotunda, so if you live near Madison I highly recommend joining them sometime! We cruised State St. before heading home to make dinner and skype with another faraway friend, currently suffering in the cold and rainy land of New Jersey.

We made a trip to the stable to visit my horse

and we spent a little time exploring the Main St. of my hometown. We popped into the shop where I used to work, and two of the owners were there. We had a lovely little reunion, and I was asked to come back, at least for some extra holiday hours. This means several things. 1) I have a job that is indoors and allows me to sit down sometimes! 2) I can worry a little bit less about the bills this month! 3) I get to speak Norwegian again! 4) Gløgg and julestemning! I have really missed the type of holiday feeling that happens in Norway, and this will let me get a little bit of that back. This is getting a full blog post sometime this month, so stay tuned.

The rest of the week went far too quickly, but involved lots and lots of food prep, and lots and lots of food consumption. Followed by a long soak in the hot tub as we considered whether or not we should hit up any midnight sales (the answer was no).

It was on Thanksgiving day, and the day after, that it all hit me. I had looked forward to - and enjoyed - my friend's visit so much because I spend a lot of time alone these days. I used to covet my alone time, but here I don't have many friends yet. Some wonderful friends, to be sure, but not many of them, and I don't see them so often. I think the fact that I now feel so much more willing to share my time with others is an indication that I am much more well-adjusted than I used to be, and for that I am thankful.

I looked forward to dressing up on Thanksgiving Day, because most days I roll out of bed at 5am, dive into as many layers of clothing as I can find, and top it all off with a very unattractive stocking cap and down coat. I looked forward to the meal because, well, because I love food. But even more than usual this year, because only a week before I had a financial fiasco that made me resign myself to buying bales of ramen on sale (this actually happened) and tightening my belt. This is exactly why Thanksgiving has been so important to people in the past--they were freakin' hungry!

I looked forward to spending time with my family, even now that I live near them and see them almost every week. I felt grateful that I get along with them so well, and that I wasn't embarrassed to bring a friend home to meet them. I was grateful that they are so incredibly inviting, and giving, and fun. I am grateful that they are always there for me, even when I don't want to need them.

Most of all, I looked forward (and am still looking forward) to this whole holiday season because so much is changing for me right now; so much is uncertain. I'm not looking forward to presents, but to traditions...even though those are always changing too. This year, I'm making a very conscious effort to make up my own traditions, and figure out what meanings I want to imbue my holidays with. If I know why these holidays are important to me, then it won't be so important that the traditions go unchanged. So here's what I've got so far.

1) Hosting a Thanksgiving dinner for my friends. A much boozier version of the family dinner.

2) Sometime after Thanksgiving and before Christmas Eve, I am going to write cards for my immediate family members, to be opened on Christmas Eve. Because my sister is now married, all of our family traditions get moved around a lot to accommodate the in-laws, and that's been hard for me--especially now that I'm the only single cousin left. But this will let me do something that's meaningful, and on my own terms, and involves my loved ones without them having to plan around me.

3) Focusing on the whole season, instead of The Big Day. Again, I'm hoping this will help me to not feel so upset when traditions get skipped over or moved.

So, what's it all mean to you? What are the most important things, the best things, the hardest things about your holiday season? What do you look forward to and what do you dread? Do you make it special, or just make it through? What are your favorite traditions?

Sunday Mourning

I will, as promised, be posting updates on Thanksgivings II and III as soon as I can. But for now, something more important needs to be expressed.

Yesterday, on at least two occasions, I thought to myself "I am a superhero". More on that in forthcoming posts. Seemingly on cue, life stepped in to put me in my place. I was enjoying a lazy Sunday in sweatpants, cleaning up the aftermath of a small party and decking the halls. Just as I started to decorate my Christmas tree, my mom called me to let me know that Skip just died.

Skip was one of the owners of the stable where my horse lives. He has been an important part of my life since I started riding in 1997, but for the last four years or so, I have only seen him once or twice a year. I suppose he was more like an extra grandfather than anything. He taught me much of what I know about horsemanship, and was always able to lighten a mood, no matter what the situation. He was the perfect balance to my very intense (but also very dear) riding teacher. Every now and then he would sidle up to me while I was riding, slip some money into my hand, and tell me not to spend it all in one place. Every time we parted ways, even toward the end while the dementia was taking its hold, he made me promise to "call if you get lonesome!" Thinking back, I'm not sure if I ever took him up on that. So many things we could have talked about. So many times he could have cheered me up when I was struggling, if only I'd taken his advice and called.

Skip used to be a bull rider and a rodeo clown, so at some point in his life he'd busted about every bone in his body. He looked the part of a grizzled farmhand, but his personality was one hundred percent inviting. To everyone. Always.

After I got the call, I struggled to react. I heaved one of those choking breaths that comes at the end of a really good cry, but no tears came. So I kept on decorating my tree, phasing in and out of thinking about Skippy, and starting this post in my head. Now I'm writing it, and have squeezed out a couple of tears. But this doesn't feel like any of the other times I've lost loved ones, and I'm trying to piece together why that is. I have gotten the news over the phone before, so that can't be it. I've dealt with the expected-yet-never-quite-expected death that comes at the end of a long illness, so I don't think that's it either.

The only thing I can come up with is that he didn't seem very ill the last time I saw him. So it didn't feel like a goodbye at all. Only once have I lost someone without having gotten the chance to say goodbye - no small blessing - and I clearly do not know how to deal with it. Usually I am able to make a bedside visit, and play or sing something for my loved ones before they pass. And usually after they pass, I am charged with holding it together for long enough to sing or play at the funeral. The tears have to stay down, and the only way to do that is to stuff down the emotions too. Maybe that's what I'm doing right now, on a subconscious level. Maybe the floodgates will open the next time I go riding.

Happy trails, Skippy. Call if you get lonesome.

Thanksgiving (Part I)

Skip to the bottom of this post if you don't care what I've been up to this weekend, and just want to read the sappy part.

Last night I kicked off the holiday season with Thanksgiving feast #1 of 3. I was invited by a friend to come along to Milwaukee, to the home of someone he hadn't seen in a decade. Now, those of you who know me have at least some idea of how much I love Thanksgiving. I was not going to say no, even at risk of an awkward evening surrounded by people I've never met. This is not what ended up happening anyway.

I wish I could think of an engaging way to write about this, but it's impossible to be smug about what I'm feeling right now. I had a really rough week. I fought with a loved one, struggled with loneliness, felt terrified about my financial situation, and was horrified by events around this country in which peaceful protesters were beaten and pepper sprayed. But then the weekend came, and I was able to fill it with good people and beautiful goings-on. It was like the universe came together for me in attempts to make amends for all the terrible things it had been leaving in my path lately.

Friday: I had Friday afternoon off for the first time since I started this job. A friend invited me to join her for yoga, and I almost cried I when I realized how badly I needed this. Her studio was having a special Thanksgiving deal where members could bring a friend for free. We stretched, strengthened, laughed, and opened up. The instructor kept saying things that made me feel she was reading my mind. All the tension I'd been storing started to jitter its way out of my body. We got done and I was a new person. I was breathing again. It's insane how much we internalize and normalize, and I'm going to try to remember that this week.

We then joined some more friends for dinner, to celebrate one of us finishing a big writing project (if she is reading this, she should let me know if she would like me to link to it here). None of us who were there have an easy time of things right now, and most of us are in jobs we don't want to end up in. But everyone there finds the energy and passion to do something they love. We muster the resources to create things, to improve the world even when it's giving us a beatdown. And, dammit, we had a great night. Thanks, friends.

Saturday: I got a custom order for some dinosaur mittens, which cost the same amount of money I got screwed out of earlier this week. Universe, thanks for having my back. Then I biked downtown to pick up a check for some work I'd done this summer. On the way I passed Occupy Madison, gave them a solidarity fist on my way by, and received a wave of cheers and revolutionary energy in return for my small gesture. I felt fortified in a way I hadn't in a long time.

The nearer I got to the capitol, the more cars I heard honking to the rhythm of this is what democracy looks like, and my smile got even broader. By noon there were already about 30,000 people gathered around the square, singing freedom songs and labor songs. This warms my heart every time, and reminds me of the importance of what I teach. These songs are POWERFUL. These songs invoke the power of the first anti-slavery efforts, of the entire Civil Rights Era, of the Free Speech Movement, of every antiwar movement...they are raw revolutionary energy. These songs are the force of wronged people throughout our history. These songs are the voices of everyone who has participated and believed in all of these movements raised together. Joyfully! I did not feel anger in the crowd--I felt hope, and camaraderie, and wonder and joy at the idea that so many of us could come together so strongly.

I rode this energy all the way home, to get ready for Thanksgiving #1. When I got there, I was thrilled to find myself surrounded by intellectuals and liberals and teachers and public workers and queers and every combination thereof, all of whom welcomed me with open arms, as though we'd known each other for years. I was home, in an instant. We laughed and ate and drank and talked about our lives without dwelling on the things that keep us down.

Here comes aforementioned sappy part.

Halfway through the meal, I was informed that this is one of those Thanksgiving parties where everybody goes around and says what they are thankful for. When this happens at my family Thanksgiving, my mother locks herself in the bathroom because it inevitably becomes so awkward. But last night was not like that. These people were not dutifully listing the things we're supposed to be thankful for--health, family, friends, etc.--they were giving thanks. And the message that came up again and again was that yes, this year has been exceptionally challenging. But somehow, especially during this holiday season, the challenges make the blessings stand in sharper relief. My heart began to swell as I understood that this was true for me as well. When it was my turn, this is what I said:

I just moved back to Wisconsin after eight years away, and every single day, something happens that makes me so excited to be back here - whether it's the seasons, a local brew I've missed, casserole, or people letting me change lanes without being dicks about it.

Today especially, I am incredibly grateful for the amazing displays of democracy and free speech right here in our state, and in our country, and in the world. It gives me so much hope, and keeps things in perspective for me.

I am thankful, too, for wonderful friends who push through their struggles and still somehow find the energy and compassion to fight for their values.

And having said that, everything in my world got a little bit shinier.

EXCUSES. Or, S'MUG: Not just about coffee anymore.

Dear (my one follower and anyone else who may have ever read this blog),

It has been a long absence, and for that S'mug Bitch apologizes. But in the same breath, she would like to offer you a legion of excuses:

1) During her final semester of graduate school, S'bitch was composed of anxiety of a greater density than ever before. Caffeine would have caused an explosion that may have ruptured the San Andreas Fault.

http://thulescientific.com/

2) Due to said anxiety, S'Bitch was mostly trying to avoid work, mostly by doing lots of this and this

meditation-online.net

wrinklepage.com

and also this

wkdp.com

3) Following the Semester of All Dooms, S'Bitch drove across 2/3 of the US, taking the long way back to the Motherland: WISCONSIN. At this point it took her 4.5 months to land a job, and now

4) She is too poor to go out for coffee!

BUT

That doesn't mean the blog has to be over. S'Bitch is still S'MUG as ever. Perhaps even moreso. S'MUG is now going to shift focus to a broader spectrum of life, outside the cafe scene. Plenty of things to judge out here, too. Which leads me to:

The Best Bad Day Ever

Right off the bat, I just need to say that this is not a rant. It's going to sound like it at first, but keep reading--it turns around later.

Let me tell you a bit about my job, so that I can explain about yesterday. I work almost-full-time at a kennel and doggie daycare. This means I am out the door by 6am, at work when it's still dark, on my feet and outside all day, regardless of weather. I'm with a group of anywhere from 25-75 dogs, making sure nobody gets into fights, barks too much, eats rocks, that sort of thing. It's not entirely different from teaching, actually, except that when they're out of control, I can leash them and throw them in a time-out.

Yesterday, it was rainy and around 38° all day. So, half of the time we were soaked and freezing, and the other half we were inside, trapped in a not very large room with a pack of wild beasties. They are all nutso when they are inside, so they fight and bark a lot. In a very resonant room, this is extremely loud and piercing.

By the time I got home yesterday evening, I would have described myself thusly: Soaked, frozen, exhausted, hungry, smelly, headachy, bitten, scratched, bruised, and sporting one smashed finger. But even as I made this assessment, I realized that I still felt better than I ever did at the end of a day of grad school. So I started counting reasons.

-I get to see the sunrise and sunset every day at work. In the words of one of my favorite authors, Gregory Miller, "Life is too short to forego such easily attained pleasures."

-In my first three weeks at this job, I have (unintentionally and unexpectedly) lost 10lbs. This is not a good thing in and of itself, because I am a Fairly Skinny Bitch to begin with and I'll need the insulation, but the upshot is that I have really great energy, despite sometimes working 6:30am-6:30pm.

-My coworkers are great. Some have worked with horses as well, so I get to tap into a part of my personal makeup that has seemed too distant for too long. Also, we make fun of each other a lot. If you know me personally, you know that this is my favorite form of human communication.

-I spend every day surrounded by a bunch of (mostly) adorable furry things who love me so hard they want to knock me over and lick my face off. It's good for the self esteem.

-Even though I am still not earning enough to pay the bills (it's 50° in my apartment, so heat is still an unnecessary luxury), it feels good to be scraping by on my own, forcing life to give me what I need. Plus there's pride to be gained from the fact that I've managed to secure three different jobs in the current market (the first I had to quit after a week because of a physical problem).

-This job is the opposite of grad school in so many ways, which is exactly what I needed at this point in my life. It's task oriented, and I know when I've finished something. I know that I'm good at my job, and always getting better. I get recognition when I do something extra. When my shift is over, I am done working for the day, and I have to go home and do something else.

-Because of the previous point, I am doing a much better job of building a social life. It's hard to make friends when you're not in school, but I'm making progress. I'm even dating...I think. I hope. It's complicated and confusing, but thrilling. At any rate, I've met some people who I am really excited to get to know. They're already making me want to be a better version of myself.

In conclusion, life's rough, but a S'mug Bitch is rougher. 

Coming soon: How this S'Bitch is makin' it work (Keyword: DINOSAURS)

Peet's Temescal (On Wisconsin!)

Believe it or not, S'mug Bitch doesn't drink coffee super often. Don't get me wrong, I love the stuff--I just don't handle caffeine well. "AHA!" I can hear you proclaim as your monocle falls into your cuppa. "No wonder the S'Bitch is so lazy! A lack of proper caffeination, caused by her own negligence, has made her stop writing about ze cafe scene!" I don't know why you turned French at the end, but I'm not judgin'.

So at any rate, I apologize for the long radio silence. I no longer have Mondays and Fridays off, so it takes a bit more effort to get out to fine bean-roastin' institutions. BUT this morning, S'Bitch made a discovery. Are you ready?

You can go to cafes and do other fun things even on days you also have to work!!!

I know. I know. This morning I woke up early, realized there was no coffee on the house, and remembered I had a Peet's gift card to use. So I moseyed over, feeling proud of myself for beating the crowd and not having to stand in line. I bought half a pound of beans and was handed a free cup of coffee. I must be getting away with something, here. Might as well stay here for a bit, with the comfy furniture and (tee hee hee!) free cup of coffee!

Not many outlets here, and I imagine it gets very crowded during peak times, but there is a LOT of comfy furniture. In a dimly-lit rotunda. I felt very classy in there. If it didn't smell like coffee, it might have smelled like rich mahogany and leather-bound books. Also, Michaela behind the beans counter is a total enabler. She will convince you to buy the better coffee even though you planned to buy the cheapest one. Totally worth it because it was roasted last night.

On to the rant. By now you have probably heard about Wisconsin's wackjob governor, Scott Walker.

 He is a man with a plan:

But this is how most of Wisconsin (and the rest of the country) feels about him:

Except, y'know, the rest of the country isn't a badger. But we are. So watch out. (For those of you who don't know S'Bitch personally, she is a proud Wisconsin gal.) So why are our hackles up? Let me count the ways.

Others have written about this more competently than I can, so I will direct you to them right off the bat:

Channel 3 (Madison local news station)

Josh Healey has written an excellent blog post about the happenings in Madison

The short version of it is that Walker, having turned a billions-of-dollars surplus (who the fuck has a surplus these days? Wisconsin [did]!!!) into a billions-of-dollars deficit within his first month in office, is desperate to balance the budget. He wants to do so by crushing unions. You think I'm exaggerating, but if you listen to this prank phone call in which Walker tells all, you will hear those exact words used, and he doesn't even try to deny it. He would like to take away unions' collective bargaining rights. This would mean that workers would have no right to collectively contest things like unsafe working conditions, benefits, vacation... This is attached to a bill that would mean major cuts for public workers in all sectors. And he's playing it like union folks are just grubbing for more money, when many have taken multiple pay *cuts* in recent years. Nobody's whining about tightening their belts. People just want to KEEP the rights they've had since the 1930s in Wisconsin.

Walker wanted to vote on this bill four days after introducing it. In response, Wisconsin's democratic state senators fled the state to delay voting on the bill, so the people would have time to make their voices heard. Tens of thousands have occupied the state capital for 8 days and nights now, and Walker still says he is unwilling to negotiate. Again, I'm not exaggerating here. He has publicly stated, again and again, that he absolutely will not compromise--that this bill will go through no matter what.

Events in Wisconsin have sparked nationwide solidarity rallies, and international attention. If you are pro-union or pro-working class, you might want to find out if there is a rally in your area. If you can, donate a little something to MoveOn.org so they can send videographers to publicize the event, and provide supplies to the protesters occupying the capital in Madison.

We need to oust this guy, because he is proving again and again that he cannot be reasoned with. Barring that, I say we secede and join Canada. The Tea Party crazies wouldn't want to come with us, so we'd be free of them AND of some of the anti-socialist paranoia and elitism that is becoming increasingly rampant in the US.

On Wisconsin! (As you've never heard it before.)