When I was a child and had spent most of a day doing things I should not have done, my mother’s patience would finally wear out. Exasperated, she would shout: “That’s the last straw!” And formidable retribution would engulf me and whatever messes I had made.
There are so many messes in this country right now. So many things in jeopardy: national parks, women, public television, public schools, oceans, rivers, forests, unions, allies, national honor, even the air we breathe.
But for many, separating immigrant children and parents was the last straw.
It was for me. I’ve signed dozens of online petitions. Voted carefully. And complained vocally. But, finally, this week I will participate in public demonstrations against our country’s abominable immigration laws.
All of them.
It is time for last straws – whatever yours might be.
Recently I learned that plastic straws are a major source of pollution. Americans use 500,000,000 plastic straws (five hundred million!) every day. If this does not end, by the year 2050 there will be more plastic in the ocean than fish.
So now. Right now. It is time to acknowledge the last straws.
In the policies of our country’s government.
And in our milkshakes.
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Thank you, Mim. So true. It is a last straw time. Can we hold onto this republic or will it become a totalitarian country? It is we the people, and you are standing up for us. I'm grateful.
ReplyDeleteMy dear neighbor, a life-long R in her 90s, died a few days ago and contributions in her memory are being collected to help the immigrant families be reunited. For Flo, the current R president was a "bridge too far", she voted or Hillary.
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