Bye Theresa

I'm having mixed feelings about learning someone died. She was an art student and acquaintence for years, even traveled together once. She later revealed some extremist views that were completely unacceptable, and I went no contact. I just looked at an old social media account and saw that she died a while back. I left a kind comment in her guestbook, but I can't seem to cry. Being an empath who cries almost daily, I'm anxious that I feel numb instead of heartbroken.

She wanted entire religions and nationalities that weren't Christian completely eradicated. She advocated for banning women wearing cloth on their heads, as if the mother of Jesus herself wasn't one of those people. Prejudice is so ignorant and nonsensical. I know she meant a lot to her patients (she was a nurse) but her legacy is poisoned by Facebook bigotry. Sad.

When I have the funds (it will be a while) I will donate to a charity who's aiding Palestinian women and children, in her name. As the saying goes, God is not petty, but I am.

What is there to say anymore?

I wouldn't even know where to begin if I started blogging again. What the hell do I even say about all of this?

I told y'all ten fucking years ago that he's a Fascist, racist child rapist. I warned that he wanted to kill people. This evil, sadistic administration is proving me right every day.

To every single person who did this, may you never know another moment of peace.