I’m not what you would call a political person. I don’t read the newspapers, except for the Arts section, although on Sunday I will read other parts of the paper. I don’t watch the news much and I’m ashamed of my spotty voting record.
All of that changed last week, when I saw the testimony of a spoiled frat boy – someone that anyone who’s ever attended a college with Greek houses could recognize in an instant – exclaiming about how hard he worked in college, and that no one had the right to question what he did when he was there. Especially not some woman, years later. Oh, and, yeah, he went to church a lot. Had to throw that in to satisfy the Evangelical donors.
Never mind what he wrote in his calendar (and where the hell did THAT come from?), about the “ralphing” and the “brewskis” and the falling down drunkscapades. What college girl hasn’t found herself cornered by one of those slobbering “bros?” Yuck. And yet, and yet, his brothers will rise to his defense because, by God, if someone could come and accuse one of them “after all these years,” then they are all in danger of being exposed. And yes, I mean that literally. (And it won’t be pretty, will it? Can someone find a fig leaf?) Every man in this country is shrinking in his boxers at the prospect of some broad from his past coming to accuse him of assault or worse. I can imagine them all lying in bed, trying to remember…. Sweet!
I don’t understand why anyone would believe someone like Brett. Haven’t we all seen enough of his friend in the White House to know that these guys lie as a matter of course; it’s just what they do, because they are the ones in power, and the people asking the questions have no power to make them stop. A thoughtful person could not listen to the testimony of those two people to the Judiciary Committee and come away with anything less than rage. It’s a screaming, impotent rage: that the men in this country don’t get it, and it’s time for women to rise up and stoke the fires of their anger. Keep your goddamn hands off our bodies unless and until you are invited. Or else there will be hell to pay.
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This is an interesting card. [I am assuming that you, dear reader, realize that the interpretation of these individual cards will vary according to the other cards that are laid out in the reading, and where this card falls in the spread. We’ll get to that later, maybe I’ll do a couple of three- and five-card spreads on this blog to demonstrate how they work. But for now, we’re just warming things up. Patience!] So, the Knights are in general the type of guys who go rushing around on their horses, challenging folks to races and duels and such. They’re very energetic and can represent the extremes of emotion, so take them with a grain of salt. The suit of Cups represent feelings of love, sensuality, and fulfillment. So, taking these two bits of knowledge, we can look at the Knight of Cups and see that he is ready to offer something — but the question is, what? Is the offering what you need, or just a fantasy? Have you fallen for the myth of the “knight in shining armor” to replace the boring guy sitting next to you on the couch? Are you spending your life waiting to be rescued, or should you get moving and rescue yourself? Think about what you really want, and how best to go and get it. Your answers may be closer than you think, and what you really want may be very different from the childish dreams you’ve been holding onto far too long. Time for a reality check!
Cassie Thornton's Life, Loves, and the Tarot 