alt-text: there’s laundry to do and a genocide to stop. I have to eat better and also avoid a plague. my rent went up $150. I’ll need to pick up more shifts. Twenty people died in Rafah this morning and every major news outlet is stretching the limits of passive voice to suggest whole families may have leaped up through the air at missiles that otherwise had the right of way. I just got a notification that my student loan payments are starting up again and my phone isn’t charged. My cousin got COVID for a fourth time and can no longer work or walk or even feed himself. The person across from me on the L train seems to fashion themself a punk rock revolutionary, but they’re not wearing a face mask, and that’s the kind of cognitive dissonance that makes me want to steal batteries. Fascists keep winning primaries for both parties, and I think I gained a few pounds. The CDC just announced there are no more speed limits on highways, and I think this Ativan is finally hitting. The NYPD farmer’s market only sells bad apples, have you heard that one? Listen it’s warm today, too warm for March. But I don’t have time to think through the implications because there’s laundry to do and a genocide to stop.
Pressuring Israel for a ceasefire, starting on new policies for sanctions, airdropping aid into Gaza, meeting with Netanyahu’s political rival Benny Gantz, and the few critical statements the white house has made about Israel are all things that the US would not have done in the past, and absolutely would not be doing now if we had a Republican president.
And there’s more coming. No way it ends here.
The goal is to change Israel, not to destroy our relationship with them, and there’s a myriad of reasons for that.
That doesn’t mean that nothing is changing.