in my youth, my brother and i used to love election night. we'd watch so much cspan and shit (my parents wouldn't spring for real cable) and be riveted and fixated on random city council races in tennessee and local water board elections in montana, and it was just cool
and from there i started paying attention hard core to elections in other countries too. i remember i was in Singapore during the elections in 2006 or something, and i was having lengthy debates with locals about party politics there
and the locals would be like 'so where do you live?' and i'm like, America, and their jaws would drop. "Why do you care so much about s'pore lah" and i'm like, i'm a politics nerd, what can i say
but then politics started going full fash, and when the local props and races became more like 'this guy hates muslims more than that guy' or 'we can deny gay folks the right to drinking water' and the joy of the democratic process went straight away.
and now as an adult i'm just sitting here watching elections with my brother and saying 'well, looks like miskatonka kentucky just voted to have all brown people flogged on every other thursday, just barely beating out the daily floggings, so that's a win.'
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Today's my grandmother's 95th (ish? Records from that far back are real hazy) birthday and she still went out to the polls to vote in Philly for a woman who could have been her granddaughter. There are millions of stories like this, of immigrants making their way in America.
She was married way too young to a man way way older than her, who died when she was in her forties and left her with six kids to feed, and yet, all of them went through college and set up their lives here, got married, created a community.
And the stigma of widowhood stuck with her, even as her kids one by one packed off to America, and eventually she found her way here too, raised me and my cousins, gave us an anchor and a culture and a moral duty to help our fellow people.
So Navratri, the 9 day goddess festival, starts this weekend. It's a great time to reconnect with your faith heritage, if that was a thing you were interested in, and god knows this week is gonna be real testing for our mental health
i was doing some reading as part of study to figure out how best to jump in, and i came across the Devi Kshama Prarthana, or the forgiveness prayer, from one of the many Durga pujas out there
and this line stuck out to me - Aavajanam na janami, na janami visarjanam, Poojam chaiva na janami, kshamyatham Parameshwari.
"I don't know how to welcome you, nor how to send you away. I don't know how to worship you, nor even how to pray. Oh Mother of all, forgive me"