I'm back on the #soapbox. And I'm going to be on it a long time talking up #CitizensUnited until it sinks into the brain of everyone here. If we want a HOPE of restoring the #integrity of our #elections it MUST be overturned. #DarkMoney is overriding our voices in the ballot box.
There are a few ways #CitizensUnited can be overturned. #SCOTUS itself could do it, but that's not happening with this court. We could force a #ConstitutionalAmendment with the consent of 75% of the states, a tough row to hoe. OR we can try the same route as we did in 2014.
#poetry
an old fairytale from 2012
The art is Arthur Rackham - Princess and Troll
The Troll’s Wife
I’ve lived, for what seems ages,
under a wooden bridge
with my constant husband.
He is a troll.
I have been enchanted, spellbound,
but no longer.
I brewed his tea with herbs of sleep
and found his magick book
and while he slept
unwove each charm
I let him bind around me.
I don’t know how this came to be,
this sorry state of wedlock.
No – that’s a lie.
I remember it well.
I was a stupid child
grown to a stupid woman,
a willing victim
never understanding there are those
who play with people:
out of ego, spite at life
or mere amusement.
I wandered blindly,
always ready to taste
the sweet but meeting only the sour.
The night, of late, is nothing but a blank;
no dreams are surfacing on break of day.
Is this phenomenon something to thank,
or has all inspiration gone astray?
I do not wish for nightmares to invade,
but strange it is that nothing I recall
of hours spent in Morpheus's glade,
as if beyond the purview of life's scrawl.
Oh shine a lantern, daemon god of dreams,
illuminate the secrets of the mind,
that better I will see beyond what streams
while wakeful, and there understanding find.