What Ruth Bader Ginsburg means to me.
I’ve read pretty much all of the books written by her or about her.
She was a powerhouse.
When she heard “no” she persisted.
She was class and integrity. She was everything these sad little Republicans are not.
She didn’t whine and
complain. She battled through everything, even from her hospital bed. She wouldn’t have let a bone spur stop her.
To me she really epitomises what an American should be. She was able to disagree and then go to the opera and laugh with those with whom she disagreed.
We lost a truly great American. I hope she inspires many girls and boys to do what is right. To fight for what is right. To fight for what is just. To stand for ethics and dignity. And to be brave and strong in the face of adversity. #RIPRBG. I will miss you so much.
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I want to say something personal.
I’ve been watching the monks on this from the very beginning.
Every day. Every mile.
And I think I know why it’s moved me so deeply.
I have resisted Trump and what he represents for nearly ten years now — not just politically, but morally.
The constant inversion of truth and lies.
Cruelty dressed up as strength.
Fear presented as patriotism.
Hope ridiculed as weakness.
That does something to you over time.
I am, by nature, a peaceful and hopeful person. Or at least I was.
And over these last ten years, I’ve felt peace shrink.
I’ve felt hope dim.
Not disappear — but become harder to hold onto.
Watching these monks walk has helped me remember something I was starting to lose.
That peace is still possible.
That gentleness still exists.
I have analyzed the current trajectory of the United States regarding its withdrawal from the post-1945 collective security framework. The data indicates a significant shift in the planet's geopolitical equilibrium.
Following the second global conflict of the 20th century, Earth established a network of alliances intended to mitigate systemic violence. The logic was sound: collective stability serves the long-term survival of the species. However, the American administration has now
categorized these stabilization protocols as "of no importance." This is a notable departure from rational long-term planning.
A "Superpower" is defined by its ability to project influence across all sectors of the globe. By retracting into an isolationist posture, the
They arrived in Columbia, South Carolina, and the crowds were already there.
Not shouting.
Not chanting.
Just waiting.
Some people had been there since the night before — not for a spectacle, not for a leader promising power — but to stand quietly as the monks of the Walk for
Peace passed through.
After so much noise, something gentle feels radical.
After years of harshness, lies, blame, and manufactured fear, people recognise peace when they see it — even if they’ve forgotten how to ask for it.
This walk isn’t an argument.
It isn’t a counter-slogan.
It isn’t trying to win.
It’s simply bodies moving slowly through the country, saying with their presence:
Another way is still possible.
I want to try and just clear a little something.
Are you feeling way beyond overwhelmed.
What is happening is happening on purpose.
The Trump regime is purposefully bombarding you everyday. For a purpose. You are living inside a perpetual threat broadcast.
Mainstream media
love it and that’s why they love Trump. Political News is not meant to inform you anymore. It’s meant to provoke fear, trigger outrage, keep your attention locked 24/7 and create a constant state of emergency.
This isn’t accidental. Fear and outrage drive engagement. Engagement
drives power and money. Your nervous system is doing exactly what it evolved to do:
“There is danger everywhere. Stay alert. Don’t rest.”
The problem is, there is no off switch built into the system unless you create one.
We cannot avoid this madness. The insanity of this regime
I want to say something to the people with smaller accounts.
The ones whose posts don’t go viral.
The ones who rarely get replies.
The ones who sometimes wonder if anyone even notices they’re here.
You matter.
Movements aren’t built only by the loudest voices or the biggest platforms. They’re sustained by people who keep showing up — reading, thinking, refusing hate, refusing fascism, refusing to become cruel just to be heard.
Not everyone’s role is to lead chants or trend hashtags. Some people hold the line simply by staying human in an inhuman moment. Some people witness. Some people refuse to look away. Some people choose not to join the pile-on.
That counts. Deeply.
I keep thinking about the Buddhist monks walking for peace — step by step — from Texas toward Washington, DC.
Everywhere they go, people gather. And many of them cry. Not because the monks are saying anything dramatic, but because they aren’t saying much at all. They’re just
walking. Quietly. Intentionally. Refusing anger as a language. It feels like a mirror being held up to America right now.
This is an angry country — loud, polarised, constantly braced for conflict. And yet when something gentle appears, when someone embodies peace instead of
arguing for it, people respond with grief. That tells me something important: beneath the shouting, people are exhausted. They are craving peace, not victory. There is a difference between being numb and being calm.
There is a difference between silence and suppression.