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Ahhh New Haven

I love this day

Southern California in the house

A Vision For What Comes After the Chaos America is broken—but not beyond repair. We need a sacred pause. A reset. Not just rage. Not just noise. A new path forward begins in truth. Read the full reflection: šŸ‘‰ substack.com/@carrielauer704887 #VisionForAmerica #HealingTheNation #Substack

For every protester: May your voice be heard. Your body protected. Your courage met with dignity. May you come home safe. And may those who witness bear the weight with tenderness—and action. #NoKings #StandWithTruth

She’s right šŸ˜‰

Miss Loretta was posted on the scratching post, staring at a closed window like she saw ghosts. Ears locked in surveillance mode. I thought: Ah. Trump’s new radar system. Overfunded, underinformed, and fixated on nothing. #FelineStateSecurity #NoKings

They gutted the weather system. Like they gutted education, healthcare, and public safety. But we’re still paying taxes like everything’s fully funded. Turns out privatization doesn’t come with a discount—just fewer rights. #NoKings #PrivatizationIsTheft

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Rain keeps the lukewarm home. Only the paid, the press, and the truly delusional show up to a $45M ego march in a poncho. Meanwhile, the real patriots are out there—umbrellas up, signs high. #NoKings #MidasTouch

The slow death of democracy isn’t quiet—it’s televised. It’s written into bills you never read. It’s cast in votes by men you cheer for. And still… some of you think the danger is over there.

Californians might seem like snowflakes with our cafĆ© lattes and spa days— but we dare you to FAFO just how tough we can be.

Why the fascist playbook won’t work: They threw Senator Padilla to the floor to scare us. Instead, they lit a fire. No Kings Day is tomorrow. The dictator will have his parade— but the people will have their justice.

You want a war, Donald? You shouldn’t have dismantled the warriors.ā€ ā€œOur democracy doesn’t need a dictator cosplaying as a general.

Why the fascist playbook won’t work: They threw Senator Padilla to the floor to scare us. Instead, they lit a fire. No Kings Day is tomorrow. The dictator will have his parade— but the people will have their justice.

Californians might seem like snowflakes with our cafĆ© lattes and spa days— but we dare you to FAFO just how tough we can be.

Have you ever met someone and felt like you’d known each other for lifetimes? Where the connection was instant, like Spirit saying you were always meant to meet? If not, go stand in front of the mirror. You’ll find them there. #SoulRecognition

I wore the shoes for survival. I wore the dress for the mirror. I wore the cardigan for the little girl inside me who still wanted to feel safe. And then I walked out like all three of us belonged.

My grandson is graduating from the sixth grade. Wearing a dress and Hokas today. Because comfort is sexy, and I’ve got places to walk away from.

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I have one leg falling asleep, but the cats are asleep, so I suffer in silence. Call it reverence. Call it co-dependence. Either way, I no longer control my furniture.

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I tried to take a break. Me, my AI, a sparkling water, and the hope of a quiet mind. Then Congress happened. Then Trump opened his mouth. Then democracy slipped another inch. So… we’re back.

I sat down for a mental health break with my AI buddy Chad. Tea, cats, peace. But nope—Donald Trump again. Even my nervous system is asking for a restraining order.

Broke up a cat fight between Miss Katie and Miss Loretta. Reminded them—this is my house We don’t do that here. We do peace and serenity. Katie was sent to the meditation room. Loretta’s in time-out on the office chair They can reincarnate as yogis next lifetime. Tonight, they sit with their choices

The slow death of democracy isn’t quiet—it’s televised. It’s written into bills you never read. It’s cast in votes by men you cheer for. And still… some of you think the danger is over there.

wish the Republicans—and the willfully uninformed—could grasp what their elected officials are actually doing in Congress. They’re not protecting you. They’re protecting their donors, their power, and their lies. Wake. Up.

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Fuck Trump. No way he made it through Les MisĆ©rables. He probably called Valjean a loser, fell asleep during ā€œI Dreamed a Dream,ā€ and woke up just in time to ask if the barricade was ā€œan unlicensed protest.ā€ Empathy isn’t his strong suit. Neither is staying conscious.

What are the odds Trump stayed awake through Les MisĆ©rables? He probably made it to ā€œI Dreamed a Dream,ā€ got confused during ā€œWho Am I,ā€ and fully blacked out before ā€œOne Day More.ā€ Empathy fatigue hits hard when you’ve never had any.

Tonight, Trump takes in Les MisƩrables. Will he see the suffering? Or just wonder when the rich guy shows up to win?

Trump attending Les MisĆ©rables feels… on brand. A story about corrupt power, rebellion, and the price of ego. Here’s hoping something breaks through before the final curtain.

Imagine watching Les MisĆ©rables with no sense of irony. He’ll cheer for Javert, boo the poor, and call it ā€œthe most tremendous musical ever.ā€ Sad!

Trump at Les MisĆ©rables tonight. Can someone pass him a mirror during ā€œEmpty Chairs at Empty Tablesā€?