Uffda Darling Ones,

How are your hearts holding up? Are your feet warm at least?

Things ain’t so good here. The US Government continues to occupy Minnesota, killing people and kidnapping anyone who is not white. Not good at all.

I only know this because I keep peeking at the screens that keep me connected to the world. It’s not helping and only makes me angrier.

There’s so much anger inside of me it keeps my feet warm. And when then anger starts to feel a little boring I switch to annoyance and utter uselessness. I tend to cycle through these three on an hourly basis.

Anger at the continued ICE occupation of my beloved state and city. On Instagram someone shared a screenshot of a Threads post where ICE were patting themselves on the back for helping someone in Shakopee, MN jump their car on a cold day. It makes my stomach hurt. The picture they posted was on Marschall & 4th, a few miles from Supergenius HQ, and about a block away from one of the Mexican grocery stores. Incidentally, I worked at that store in the 90s when it was a Tom Thumb.

Annoyance at smug city dwellers who like to lecture “white suburbanites” about how they should help by eating at immigrant-owned restaurants in Minneapolis (rather than the ones our own cities, I guess) or helpfully point out the nearest tourist trap from the last execution. These liberal, tolerant assholes believe the suburbs have not changed from the white-washed places portrayed in John Hughes movies. I thought city-dwellers were supposed to be smarter, more worldly, more open than us automaton, cookie-cutter suburbanites. I also have lots of annoyance for grifting influencers and shitty media.

Utter uselessness is directed at myself. I’m homebound until I get a new wheelchair. I haven’t left HQ since January 9th and probably won’t get a chance until March or Ruby Vroom arrives. The walker + my bad balance + ice & snow = a broken hip waiting to happen. Plus, my mom fell and broke her shoulder which means she can’t chauffeur me a round. And because I have $0.00 I can’t throw money at the problem like I did during the uprising after the murder of George Floyd. This all feels like meager excuses for sitting on my biscuit never having to risk it. Maybe they are. Maybe it’s okay to be quiet and afraid and try not to add anymore burden on anyone else.

I don’t know anymore.

Useless & helpless,
Jodi