This morning I read a headline saying the Secretary of Defense won’t be investigated for using Signal to casually share military intel—including strike times and classified ops—because Republicans blocked the inquiry. Just like that. Case closed. Nothing to see here.
I blew a gasket. I took an extra anxiety med. I laid down. Hours later, I still feel like I’m drowning in fury.
And it’s not just this story. It’s the mountain of them. It’s what happens when criminals run the country and the rest of us are expected to keep smiling through it.
Meanwhile, back in reality? I’m a full-time caregiver for my daughter with Rett Syndrome. To take care of my own child, I had to attend trainings, take classes, pass background checks, document every medication, every feeding, every single dollar spent. I’m audited. I’m monitored. I have to cross every T and dot every I to be reimbursed for care I’d give for free if I had to.
Yet these people—these glorified chaos agents—are trusted with global security. A Fox News anchor turned part-time National Guard mascot is somehow the Secretary of Defense. A self-professed heroin addict runs Health and Human Services. Honestly, I’m half expecting Don Junior to be announced as head of the DEA any minute now. Wouldn’t even blink.
I’m expected to follow every rule to the letter for basic survival. They’re handed power with zero competence and zero consequences.
And if you’re feeling this too—this white-hot rage mixed with soul-deep exhaustion—you are not alone. We’re not overreacting. We’re watching an unqualified, unhinged government punish the vulnerable while protecting its own.
But I’m still here. I still care. I still believe that truth matters and that decency counts—even if the people in power don’t.
I’ll keep screaming, writing, documenting—because someone has to. And I’m sure as hell not going to let them make me feel crazy for doing it.
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