It’s been a busy couple of days, as far as the news is concerned… I wanted to make sure you didn’t miss this. This post is going to be shorter than most.
Capitol Police Special Agent Crystal Griner was one of the first people to respond to the shooting that took place a little over a month ago during the Congressional baseball practice. During her brave response, Officer Griner saved the life of Representative Steve Scalise, among others. You remember the event… The one where a black woman saved the life of a man who spoke at “EURO” Convention (a white supremacist group formed by former KKK grand dragon David Duke. EURO stands for “European-American Unity and Rights Organization”) and still managed to get elected to congress. You remember… The one where a lesbian woman saved the life of a man who has worked tirelessly during his political career to take rights AWAY from people who are LGBT, while trying to invalidate her marriage to her wife. Yeah, THAT event. The one where a racist homophobe got his life saved by a black lesbian.
Anyway, Crystal Griner was awarded the Congressional Medal of Valor by a disgusting orange man who bragged that his famousness and power allowed him to be able to grab women by the pussy if he wants to (then still went on to be elected president). A brave and strong member of the LGBT community was awarded the Medal of Valor by a man who–one day earlier–declared on Twitter that transgender soldiers would no longer be welcome to serve in the Armed Forces. And then this happened…
Watch her pull away. You could cut the uncomfortableness of this situation with a knife. People have said she looks scared… I don’t think so. I think she knows that, even while still on crutches from being shot in the ankle by a terrorist, she could take our sexual-assaulter-in-chief in a fight. I don’t think she’s scared. I think she’s wondering how she got in a position where one of the grossest people on the planet thinks he gets to put his hands on her… And then–inexplicably–goes in for a kiss. Maybe it was just a reflex thing? Like some sort of muscle memory from all the necklaces he has put on women over the years being followed by an assumed kiss. One thing is for sure. I am grossed out AF… And I guess me sharing this with you here is like me smelling milk that has gone bad, and offering it to someone else to smell. Our president is sour milk, offered to someone nearby.
So I didn’t want you to miss this bit of unbelievable grossness in the news blitzkrieg that has been the past couple days… You’re welcome. Or I’m sorry. Either one.
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