Sacagawea And Election 2024 #ChristianNationalism #Election2024 #Project2025 #Heresy #TheoBros #antifa

            I am participating in “Inktober” this year again. I think it’s about my 4th time. For those unfamiliar, Inktober is a challenge to create an ink drawing based upon a one-word prompt, for each day of October. It’s a good distraction from the slow creep of darkening days and an opportunity to exercise creative muscles. It’s difficult to complete an image of any quality consistently with work life and the daily running of a household, but by month’s end, I have some drawings I like, and I enjoy seeing the improvement from year to year, as well as viewing other’s Inktober submissions on Instagram.

            October 24th’s word is “Expedition”(I’m working ahead tonight). One of my paternal forefathers arrived on what is now the North American continent with Samuel De Champlain, and was probably one of the first to shoot at an Iroquois Nation person, and participate in agreements with the Algonquin people. He eventually returned to France. Another, I have been told, when an expedition with Marquette and Joliette, and was killed by a Native American (Iroquois likely) on that journey. Colonialism is quite a violent and unrighteous endeavor.

            My paternal grandmother had “a suntan” all year long, and when us grandkids asked her about that, my paternal great grandmother would always insist, “We are French Canadians!”. Made me wonder if she’d meant Acadians? Do we have some Mi’kmaq heritage? Commercial DNA tests determined, no, that any non-white heritage was 7-10% South Asian and 2-5% Columbian/Peruvian/Mexican. Any story of that heritage has been kept buried—probably due to racism, or maybe scandal—so nothing concrete of culture from that heritage remains. And I suspect I, unlike my grandmother, am 100% white passing.

            I find none of this inspiring for the prompt, but I find myself landing on thoughts of Sacagawea and Lewis and Clark’s expedition, so I am reading about her. I knew that kidnapping brought her to involuntary participation in this expedition, but I was not aware that she was only age 12 or 13 at the time of this abduction, rape, and being forced into serving as interpreter.

            Thinking about this is upending to the creativity distraction I’d been soaking in, and brings me right into today’s grief—that half the country is thinking of electing an adjudicated rapist and serial philanderer (cringe-crime-ie etc, etc…) as leader of the nation, insisting on the heresy that he exemplifies Christ as well as the blasphemy-steeped tenets of Project 2025. Still, men who proclaim they follow God just can’t seem to keep their junk out of 12 year old girls, cannot prevent themselves from ejaculating in the vaginas of women who tell them “no”, and who then insist upon forcing them to give birth to children they will abandon, if they even survive. I suppose it’s difficult to maintain domestic product of children to traffic/abduct/rape  without force-birth’s imposition of child poverty. This keeps “Christian” Nationalists up at night, apparently.

            If Sacagawea were here today, what a disappointment this nation would be to her. An old white man who fawns over authoritarian dictators, swoons over the writings and example of a dead genocidal antisemitic maniac, mocks the disabled, rambles on about any falsehood that pops into his bitter, name-calling, irreverent, disrespectful head, has half the country’s support, believing this person is THE person to set an example of moral leadership for this land.

            I expect this expedition is also one she would not choose. I know this is true for me. Unlike Sacagawea though, we have a choice. Please VOTE.