Up, bathroom, toilets
dress
cat boxes
wash
devotions
breakfast
make bed
Commute with audio book
work
Gym
shower
duolingo
lunch
writing/shopkicking (1 day/week)/crafting
Work
Commute with audiobook
Home
Dinner
Dishes
House chores
Recorder practice/crafting
Bedtime routine:
Make lunch
lay out breakfast
lay out clothes
It was a busy year even with the Plague.
I went through Second Realm at Summerland Grove. It was Shadow-Work and Ethics and various paths, as we came to understand ourselves and our path better. At times it felt like Group Therapy. And it was in a way. I ended up re-integrating my Shadow this summer. He's still a nuisance.
My Florida Trip was postponed in March, so Gabriel and I went in November. We had a lovely vacation and I want to go back when they have the monorail repairs done and the train running again.
I collected grandbaby pictures like they were rare baseball cards. I got to watch the boys open presents over Skype.
My baby girl got legally married. She'd been handfasted, but they signed the license. My oldest called her wedding off, broke up with the guy and moved to Texas.
I rearranged my Altar.
We made a stab at cleaning the house, and I found the front room. I finally have almost enough bookcases.
We got a new roof put on.
I read 26 adult books, watched 56 movies and recorded 14 stories for my grandsons.
The best movies I saw this year were Three Days of the Condor and The Conversation.
The worst ones I saw were Annie Hall, Teen Spirit and It Comes At Night. All tedious, the first two weren't funny enough for what they were, and the last wasn't scary enough for what it tried to be.
The best book I read was Stephen King's On Writing.
The worst was Pawn of Prophecy. Cliche upon endless cliche and I could see all the story beats coming pages away.
I wrote a cookbook, and a couple of short stories.
I made shawls and a doily and arm warmers and hats and hotpads.
I took the recorder back up.
It was a strange and difficult year. But there were many good things.
This year I will continue working at the bus and at Michaels.
I will try for the 50 book and 50 movie numbers again
House:
I have set up my planner with cleaning missions through June.
I am in negotiations on repairs. I want to have climate control and a working kitchen this year
Religious:
I have church holidays through Sept.
I have Kitchen Witch planning for Kithaka Dun (MayDay)
I am signed up for Third Realm classes.
I have a daily devotional.
Things I want to do this year:
1) Complete the DuoLingo Irish and Spanish courses.
Begin the DuoLingo German and Italian courses, Also French and Hebrew
2) Practice the recorder at least an hour a week
3) Work out every day I work. I want to learn to run so I can run with the Wild Hunt in May
4) record 2 stories a week for the boys. 100 stories all year
5) write 1000 words a week, beginning tomorrow.
6) continue side hustling for the next Disney trip, but don't let it eat me, The $25/mo from Swagbucks, one day a week shopkicking, mystery shops are my best funding. Stash it in Disney gift cards and wait.
7) I will set up Patreon for at least the Picture of the Day posts all year. I want to write 1 post a week for my subscribers. I want to grow my patreon.
Gods willing, I will complete my goals.
There are dumber things I could do than take a vacation in the middle of a pandemic after being out of work for six weeks.
I'm not sure what they are.
But the trip was paid for and reserved. And Disney is scrupulous about its masks and social distancing. So we went.
The only way this trip could have been gayer was if we'd worn glitter, high heels and feather boas.
Sunday, Gabriel and I drove from Memphis to Orlando. 800+ miles. Gabriel drove most of it. My legs were giving me trouble. I suspect I used up 3 months worth of cortisone in 2 weeks.
But we got there, and my scooter was awaiting us in the lobby.
The Days Inn on Polynesian Isle Blvd is a 2 star motel. It had working plumbing, a fridge and microwave, a good pool, was reasonably clean and the beds were free of vermin. That's pretty much what I ask, especially for $30/night. The Wifi was good on my phone, but Gabriel never did get his computer hooked in,
We moved in and I had a nice hot soak.
The water was over chlorinated. I cleaned the brita pitcher, filled our brita bottle, and made tea for chilling.
I bought our bus tickets and we checked our magic bands.
Then we set the alarms and crashed
Monday, we realized my phone had not changed over to Eastern Time.
So we dressed, ate some sausage and cheese balls and packed our snack bag.
I fired up the scooter and we headed to the bus stop a block away. (most convenient) Rather than the $25/day Disney parking, and fighting traffic, we rode in comfort for $8/day.
Then came the first hitch. Buses ran to Animal Kingdom and Hollywood and Epcot from the Polynesian resort, about 3/4 of a mile away. We were already overheated and tired when we caught the bus.
So it was through a second temperature screen and a second bag check. (About 5-10 minutes all told)
And we were in.
We hiked to the back of the park and caught the Kilimanjaro Safari.
Our driver Axel was pleasant to listen to, knowledgeable and a good driver. I want his job. We saw a lot of animals and an ostrich got so close I could have petted it, if I didn't value my fingers.
After the Safari, I had a Dole Whip, with rum so dark it tasted like the molasses.
I caught the pin collecting bug. I now have Maleficent and her raven, a gingerbread Millennium Falcon, a rainbow castle, Robin Hood and Little John and Hop Low (the mushroom from Fantasia, more about that later)
Gibbon Island in the Kali queue
Then it was over to Kali River Rapids. We got very wet. The guy working the disability dock wasn't there so they sent us around again. We were thoroughly soaked by the end of the ride and had laughed ourselves silly.
The line for Expedition Everest was terribly long, but I waited in it with Gabriel until we reached the entrance of the ride. Then I chickened out. I took a turn through Hester and Chesters DinoLand USA and waited for him in the smoking section.
After a couple cigarettes, we decided to eat and do one last thing, Flight of Passage.
We had lunch at Satu'li Canteen in Pandora. The food was amazing, possibly the best thing we ate all week,
The line for Flight of Passage was brutal, stretching so far back into Africa, I could have had another dole whip with rum at Tamu Tamu. and someone gave us the informationa bout how disability passes worked.
But we got in and on, and the lady went the extra pixie-dust step. I am fat, but I am solid fat and not squishy fat. Gabriel squished into the vehicle. We had to work to get mine locked and it wasn't comfortable. But then the ride started and it was ALL worth it, line, squashing and everything. Best 4 minutes of Gabriel's life.
We hiked out, my scooter battery dying by inches. Then a bus to the Poly and the long walk to Ticket and Transportation. We caught the 56 bus and went home. I soaked and we giggled about the day. I made sure the phone was on Eastern time.
Tuesday was Magic Kingdom. This was much easier. We took the Ferry Boat and strolled a lot. We checked in with Disability services and got registered.
Breakfast was Starbucks on Main Street USA
Thoth sent us a messenger.
Then it was off to Fantasyland.
We rode Peter Pan's Flight, which was better than the Youtube videos because it was darker.
Small World was a walk on (almost, maybe a 5 minute wait), so we walked. Gabriel gawked saying he didn't know there were this many animatronics ever.
Goofy's barnstormer was a fun little roller coaster and we laughed our heads off on the tea cups, which were about 30 second too short.
In Tomorrowland, we got a return time for Space Mountain, had some water and a pepper jack stuffed pretzel, and waited.
Space mountain has you transfer from scooter to wheelchair. There were a lot of ramps. Gabriel was having trouble on a downslope so I said I had it and he should let go. He did and I barreled to the bottom yelling "Banzai! Coming Through, Gravity Works!" There was no one between me and the bottom but the teens on the other side of the rail looked worried at the crazy lady in rainbow mouse-ears.
I still hate Space Mountain. I screamed all the way through, getting shrill and panicky toward the end. Gabriel cackled in my ear like a mad scientist whose death ray just tested out lethal.
We went for a smoke so I could calm down. We signed up for Sorcerers of the Magic Kingdom but didn't play. Next time. There was a parade, and Santa looked down from the float and waved and announced "I like your ears," to us. Made Gabriel's day.
Pirates of the Caribbean was not what I remember, but I loved it. Gabriel bought a hat for Rowan, and didn't get a bag. I ended up wearing it,
We went for lunch at Pecos Bill's. I had the nachos. It was good but unremarkable. I chickened out on Big Thunder Mountain Railroad, so we got a return time for the Haunted Mansion. We made a visit to Memento Mori, and I got a Madame Leota key chain.. I loved it, even if we did miss the portrait room by taking the disability entrance. Gabriel was meh. But he was overheated and tired by then and was expecting something rather ghastlier.
Wednesday was our day off.
We slept in, swam for a long time and then went to Old Town for a photo session and a Ferris Wheel ride. Got a little screwed on that. We went around twice.
Dinner was Buca di Beppo which was about Olive Garden level.
We spent a quiet evening in, and Gabriel finished reading a book. I mended his cargo shorts and made a couple of masks, neither of which fit.
Thursday:
This was the day we had waited for. We were up at 630 and Gabriel scored a spot on Rise of the Resistance for us, group 77. We took our time, had omelets and packed up.
We didn't get out of Black Spire Outpost all day. We played the game on Play Disney Parks. GAbriel is now a Major in the Resistance.
We flew the Millennium Falcon. SQUEE! I stepped into the cockpit and promptly thumped the area over the entrance. It was one party per unit, so we piloted. We were pretty dreadful at it. But when we made the jump to light speed, I knew I was living one of the best moments of my life.
We had lunch at Docking Bay 7: Felucian garden platter (plant based meatballs and hummus), smoked kaadu ribs with slaw and a muffin and a Baatu-bon. It was all really excellent. The plant meatballs were tasty. The smoked ribs were an experience. The slaw was red cabbage with a vinegar base and with the rub was a superbly satisfying pair. The baatu-bon was chocolate cake with a coffee custard and purple vanilla coating. Very good. Not sure what the green and yellow are but they added to things tremendously.
We shopped and I got my Spira. I promised it to Hermes if he helped this trip happen. It is in his offering bowl right now.
It was time for the big ride. It was a bit of a walk. The Imperials were surprisingly careful of me in my scooter. "You are all under arrest for interrogation. Those who can walk on their own first. You on the transport, follow." I was pulling the "Cocky spacer" routine as much as I could while on a scooter. "Yeah, birthday in an interrogation chamber, probably not the most fun way to spend it." The lieutenant said "If you'd been that wise to start with you wouldn't be." I gave him the one sided smile,"Things are tough all over for the independent businessman."
The ride was awesome and terrifying. Gabriel had a moment at the end when he realized "Oh crap, this is an escape pod." That's when it launched. I screamed a little.
We came down, giddy as thunder.
Gabriel went shopping and I caught the conference call with my family. Grandbaby is so big.
After a dinner of Ronto Roasters, in the emptiest Disney Restaurant I've ever seen, we decided to call it a night. I had a brain wave and we took the bus to the Grand Floridian and the monorail to the Ticket center. Saved a lot of walking
Friday was Epcot.
I wanted to try the skyliner and the first leg went swimingly. Then the line at the Caribbean Beach Resort was half an hour long. In the sun. Gabriel was done before we got there.
We had an early lunch at the Coral Reef. It was very good: shrimp and cheese grits with andouille succotash The view of the aquarium was breath taking.
After lunch, we got our return time for Spaceship Earth and did some shopping the in pin trader store. I saw Hop Low on the trade board and asked that he be held. I went in and bought a blind pack (a mystery pin for $6) and brought it out to trade. It was a Baymax backpack and Gabriel wanted it. So e went in and bought a blind pack. It was an old style Donald Duck, and I got my Hop Low. He's my favorite in Fantasia.
Spaceship Earth was all right. A bit Eurocentric and a little dated. but a good ride nonetheless.
We rode The Seas with Nemo and Friends, which was a walk-on, and made our way to The Land. Soarin was amazing. It had a wait, so we rode Living With the Land. It was interesting about farming and seeing the places where they actually grow the Disney vegetables was fascinating..
France had the Grand Marnier slush and the Buche de Noel. Both of which were terrific. The L'Chaim stand had glorious smoked Salmon and the best pastrami ever.
Japan had the New years noodle, which were very nice. And we shopped in the huge department store. I came out a scarf, chopsticks and a lucky cat. Gabriel got much of his Yule shopping done.
In the US pavilion, we caught the end of the Voices of Liberty performance and enjoyed a sweet potato funnel cake. The Regal Eagle Smokehouse is very smoky but I was too full even as my mouth watered.
Italy and Germany held little interest as we were exhausted.
We went into the big Chinese shop, which had some nice things. I came out with a peacock comb and mirror set that almost made me cry.
In Norway, we visited the stave church and paid our respects to the Norse pantheon. Gabriel wasn't sure about it but was glad he went in.
We ignored Mexico, except to look at the decorations as we left.
And then, as we were having the last smoke before travel, we discovered where to plug the scooter in! We could have charged it all week.
Now we know for next time.
We took the bus to the Grand Floridian (Epcot monorail was under repair) and monorailed to the ticket center.
A last bus ride home, and we loaded the car for the trip to Memphis.
In Grand Thanksgiving Tradition, I follow my days of being thankful for what I have with a request for more.
I have had much to be thankful for this year, dreadful as it was.
We have not gotten Covid.
The enhanced unemployment allowed us to get ahead.
School started back so I made money
I got to take my Disney Trip.
I do not have MS
I was not shot in an active shooter incident.
I have made many thing, written a few things and enjoyed myself more than I should in a Plague year.
But Kheltiamas is upon us, and folks want to know what to get me
1) I have a Pinterest board devoted to the subject: https://www.pinterest.com/valarltd/shut-up-and-take-my-money/
2) I also have an Amazon Wishlist, or two https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/JJ5EO32KKAUR
https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/Y45SMBOQHTFK
3) Tarot decks are always welcome
4) Striped Knee socks are never the wrong answer
5) Gift cards: Kroger, Wal Mart, Disney, gasoline, are always a good call
6) shelves. I can always use shelves
7) Patreon subscribers https://www.patreon.com/NickRowan
8) I also have a BPAL wishlist https://blackphoenixalchemylab.com/wishlist/805F7D/
If you have imps you no longer love, I will give them a good home
I had an interesting convo with my sister. She suggested a cause for my physical stuff I hadn't thought of: MS
So I googled symptoms:
fatigue- I have been exhausted for at least 15 years.
vision problems - I'm legally blind, but don't have the pain or the double vision
numbness and tingling - I have two toes that feel perpetually asleep. I woke up today with 2 fingers that were pins and needles
muscle spasms, stiffness and weakness- yes, yes and yes. If I stay in one place too long I get muscle spasms. I also have restless leg. if I don't constantly work out, I lose muscle tone very quickly and start having trouble getting out of my chair.
mobility problems- I've always had clumsiness and ataxia, they're a function of Levy-Roussy. tremors and vertigo are starting, but not frequent. I have trouble balancing immediately after I stand up. I have been falling more and more frequently.
pain- I have the joint pain as a function of arthritis.
problems with thinking, learning and planning - I've been feeling a lot stupider lately. Learning new things is hard and I don't retain them well. I am slower to process information. And I lose words all the time. Sudoku takes me forever when I used to blitz through. I have trouble with executive function that I never used to. I would decide what to do and then do it. Now I'm all fuzzy.
depression and anxiety--well yeah
sexual problems - my libido has bottomed out, I figured the dryness was menopause
bladder problems - most of my problems are from prolapse. But the whole "never seem to empty the bladder entirely" has been bugging me for a couple years now.
bowel problems - I don't have the constipation.
speech and swallowing difficulties - people are having more trouble understanding me and I;m not sure why. I try to enunciate. Every now and then the swallowing thing crops up.
I'm definitely talking to my neurologist.
I've been working a haunted house this season and having a terrific time doing it.
Even being decapitated by his own clowns can't keep Phineas Featherstone down. Revived by Electrification! Motivated by pure evil! The show must go on at Featherstone's Autumnal Phantasmagoria!
Trapped, chained in his electrified wheelchair for a hundred years, Phineas has set all his mad cannibal clowns loose in the Fearzone, and possibly a tiger as well. Or maybe he's joking about the kitty treats...
I was a breather scene. A moment for them to catch their breath, regroup after what I call the Zombie Picnic Park and before they ended up in the woods where the clowns and cultists and chainsaws scared them silly.
"Sit on old Phineas' lap pretty girl, and he'll tell your future." (no takers for that)
But last night...
A young lady complained that a cast member had slapped her bottom.
She went to tell her brother and he and several buddies showed up with long guns to see if they could make the fake blood real. The punchline: yes, she did get hit on the butt. By a tree branch.
My first clue was one of our security guys asking "How fast can you get out of those chains?" and he briefed me. By the time he was done, I was out. "Call me Houdini," I said.
We headed for the building to take cover. I was in the picnic park, the big empty flat back yard, with the enormous yard light, when the first shot cracked.
Al, our assistant manager bellowed for everyone to get down. I hit the dirt. And I scared the daylights out of Ducky, who is 15 and had decided they were my caretaker. (Daddy's friend doesn't walk well. I've got him!) They thought I'd been shot.
Al shouted for everyone to get into the woods. Another shot cracked.
I got to a crawl to get under the Caution tape and got up. Ducky got me by the hand and we went into the woods. I fell once, despite the help. Ro, Al's roommate, and Charlie, Al's 14 yr old son were with us. We found a sheltered hollow, down-slope of a large log. We had to work to make Charlie stay with us rather than look for his dad. We reminded him that Al was responsible for everyone, but we needed to keep him, Charlie, safe.
I told the kids I was going to ward us. They didn't know about wards. I said "I'm a witch, you're getting a force field." I put up a fence ward and a dome ward. We lay quiet and still. I could see out of the woods. As I lay there, with my friend and covenmate, and friend's kids, I could see out of the woods. I have crummy vision but excellent night vision and I'd been out in the dark for hours.
I saw a man with a long gun walking past the edge. I made sure I wasn't seen and whispered that everything was okay.
We lay quietly, breathing slowly and deeply, staying calm, until the sirens and lights announced the police. I tried getting to my feet and fell. I struggled back up, took two steps and tripped on something. This time I yelled. I lay still and fussed a while because this was the fourth time tonight I had ended up on the ground unwillingly. And it HURT. They called for police aid, saying we had a person down. As I cussed my way back to my feet, the cops found us. I was just vertical and they demanded we get on the ground with out hands visible.
"You gotta be kidding, I just got up!" But I went down anyway and kept my empty hands visible.
Once they ascertained the four of us were no threat, they checked to see if we were all right. They tried to help me up, but I ended up having to do it myself. One of them spotted me to make sure I didn't fall on the way out of the woods. The other went and got my wheelchair.
I settled in and waited. Al hugged his kids long and hard, and all of them hugged Ro and me. Our 6'7" chainsaw clown was having PTSD and clung to me for a while. My blanket made the rounds to warm and comfort everyone. Charlie had a panic attack, but Al is a paramedic. And the guys with equipment helped.
When we were ready to go, I wrestled the wheelchair into the Focus and drove to Cat's. I briefed Cat and Gabriel on the way. Al and Ro took the kids home.
Cat had food for me, and we went to Gabriel's place to wait for Al and Ro to get home. I changed clothes and ate and tried not to crash from the adrenaline. When I came home, I showered and went to bed, but Mudd was awake and I told him everything as he cuddled me.
Today, I had to go see Olivia who needed her Mommy. I also resigned from the Haunt. My legs hurt so much. My right knee is hot through my pants from inflammation. My arms ache. I am cold and even when I'm too hot, I'm cold.
So, Phineas Featherstone's Autumnal Phantasmagoria folds its tents and steals into the night, leaving behind the zombie picnic park and some blood stained concrete.
So, Nicky, how did a nice little Methodist girl become a non-binary Hellenistic pagan person?
I got asked about how I became pagan and why. Let's say there's a reason for the blog title.
I was raised Methodist. Church every Sunday, the occasional pot-luck or ice cream social, and the annual Turkey Supper. Communion once a quarter. I was an acolyte after I was confirmed at age 9 and proved I could walk down the aisle with the candle-lighter and not fall or set fire to anything.
When I was 13, my folks left the Methodist church. The pastor was embezzling and when Mom and my stepdad confronted him at a church meeting, he attempted to assault them. There is a process for getting a new pastor, and my folks were unwilling to continue attending while the church worked through it.
They started in at the Lutheran church, so I went along. Another round of confirmation classes, and I found I disliked the general doctrines of the church. I started going to the Baptist church with my grandparents. Mom quit the Lutheran church and went to a different Baptist church. The pastor was a raging homophobe, exactly what my sexually confused self needed at that time.
By the time I hit college, I was looking for a solid church, one that wasn't going to drag me into the weirdness of charismatic Christianity, one that wasn't insane. My boyfriend went to an independent Bible church, and they did mostly book studies. It appealed to me as an intellectual. They turned out to be crazy too. They had gotten so far into the pro-life movement, they were ending up in the nascent quiverfull and dominionist movement. I bought into it. After all, I wanted a better world for my kids.
And boy did I have kids. I have four because I woke up before I had five. God might forget I was bisexual if I married a man and made lots of little God-warriors.
We church-hopped a lot after we moved to Arkansas. Eventually working 3-5 jobs between us meant we were not able to attend on Sundays.
So I drifted, being a Christian in an every day kind of way without regular church. When the kids got bigger, I tried the Methodist church in West Memphis and it was all right for a while. Then my oldest asked about pagans. She was about 11 or so. I found the local group and we went to one of their full moon circles.
It didn't do much for me, but she was moved. She read books on paganism and began identifying as a witch and as bisexual around 12-13. So I went with her for Sabbats with Summerland Grove. Her sibs tagged along, but only my youngest, another girl, stayed with it.
I was identifying as Cambellian Christian by then, taking Joseph Campbell and his Monomyth theory with my religion. I realized I was scarcely what most would call a Christian. I was working for Christian Brothers University and learning there were other ways to be Christian, rather than the rigid, self-righteous path of denial and austerity and judgement I had been raised with, and other beliefs than Premillennialism.
Bun came out bisexual and I needed to accept my own. I volunteered at the Gay & Lesbian center as she attended the local gay youth group meeting. That sealed my walking away.
In 2005, when Bun was 13, we went through the First Realm course with Summerland Grove. This is an exploratory class, an introduction to paganism. I identified as a pantheist by the end of it. Bun was identifying as Wiccan.
In 2006, both my girls had mental breakdowns. Bun spent much of the year in a mental hospital. Oli, age 6, started self harming. Both were hearing voices. I was having visions and being granted knowledge that if I returned to Christianity all this would stop. If I didn't, my girls would die.
I faced God and walked backward into paganism. I defied him to murder my girls over my beliefs, telling him he wasn't worthy of worship if he stooped to abuse tactics like this.
I had not been called by any god. But as I learned to drive semi-trucks in 2006, I called on Freyja frequently for aid. She didn't listen. Not my pantheon.
It was 2007 before I figured out my patron was Hera. I called on her for a spell (binding a bad boyfriend). Those I did the spell with said I was gone. I have no memory of anything after lighting the incense. My eyes went blue, they said (my eyes are brown), not blue but Freman blue, and Hera was in the driver's seat. We cast so hard we made a bottle of mead spoil and I couldn't be around men for three days without splitting headaches.
After that, I devoted myself to the Queen of Olympus. Hermes took me up as I realized he was in charge of all my pursuits: travel, writing, merchant work. He also got me terrific parking.
I went my way, praying and lighting candles and reading tarot cards. Never really got serious about it, just a small daily practice and church on the holidays. Most forms of magic are nothing more than applied will. There are some I like but most of the time, I prefer to apply directly, without the hugger-mugger.
Bun became a follower of Aphrodite and the Cyprian smiles on her still. Oli went with Poseidon, because she always has been a water-baby.
We celebrated with Summerland Grove until it went weird and started falling apart when the High Priestess died. They're making a comeback, finally finding their feet after that upheaval. Some friends and I started a small coven, which grew, went wonky as the wrong people joined the mix, and fell apart. We tried again a couple years ago and have a solid church with state recognition and about 30 members now.
I fell into paganism because the kids were interested, got committed to the idea of offering a queer-friendly church (which Summerland is and the Polestari definitely is) and the gods took me up when they were ready. Most recently, the Morrigan laid claim to me a couple years ago.
Activist Abby Johnson spoke at the RNC this week. She supports Head of Household voting. That means one household, one vote, the husband's.
I've been tracking anti-suffrage sentiment on the Right for a while.
In 2014, I posted a journal entry that linked to Ann Coulter, Rush Limbaugh, David Barton and others saying women shouldn't vote.
This post in 2012 talks about fringe ideas becoming mainstream policy. That was the year the GOP came out anti-birth control.
"Even Operation Rescue wasn't anti-birth control in the late 80s. Even they realized more BC meant fewer abortions.
Then came abstinence-only sex ed. And talk about the failures of birth control.
I sounded the alert that Roe was teetering and Griswold was in the crosshairs. Everyone said I was nuts, I was overdramatizing.
This year, ALL the major Republican candidates came out AGAINST BIRTH CONTROL!
Twenty years from lunatic fringe to mainstream political endorsement. Think about that.
And think too, there are lunatic fringe voices now calling for the disenfranchisement of women. They want to take my VOTE!
Twenty years from lunatic fringe to mainstream...."
Now, the keynote speaker is anti-suffrage.
It was only 8 years this time.
