Will the Nazi GOP Come for Me?

Summary

The article reflects on the author's personal concerns and satirical musings about the impact of the Supreme Court of the United States (SCOTUS) and the GOP's political stance on individual freedoms and rights.

Abstract

The author, through a poem, contemplates her perceived vulnerability as a middle-aged woman in the face of the GOP's conservative agenda, particularly in light of the overturning of Roe v. Wade. She oscillates between feeling invisible and potentially targeted due to her appearance and beliefs, which she humorously describes as aligning with stereotypically persecuted identities. Despite her sarcastic tone, she acknowledges the serious implications of current political trends, warning that everyone, regardless of their initial stance or perceived immunity, could be affected by the erosion of rights and the influence of extremist ideologies in lawmaking.

Opinions

The author expresses a mix of humor and concern about the potential threat the GOP poses to her personal freedoms.
She feels that her age and gender render her invisible in society, providing a false sense of security.
The author satirically suggests that her whiteness and economic status might protect her from GOP policies, contrasting with her non-conformist beliefs and lifestyle.
There is a clear apprehension about the broader implications of the Supreme Court's decisions, particularly the overturning of Roe v. Wade, on individual rights.
The poem conveys a warning that everyone, including those who might currently feel unaffected, should be concerned about the direction of legal and political developments.
The author critiques the current state of lawmaking, implying that it is influenced by fanaticism rather than rationality or the collective good.

Calculating my survival odds in a poem

The new face of SCOTUS. Photo by John Simmons on Unsplash

I’m middle-aged and a lady Therefore invisible, so I decree: The GOP won’t come for me!

Then again, I look a little gay On my Harley, on a sunny day… Could the jackboots haul this wrinkled ass away?

No, I’m white so I’ll blend in out there I can count on pale skin and Karen hair Lookin’ like another bloated billionaire!

On the other hand, I’m an atheist Marxist, godless, satanic anarchist, So the GOP will surely put me on their list.

What the hell, I’m middle of the road as I polish all my guns in lockdown mode — I’ll count my fat stacks, and reload!

Roe v. Wade was just the start, the missing link: Be careful how you dress and hide that ink; Your odds are shaky, just like mine — you think It’s just about you never wearing pink?

They’ll let you keep your semi-automatics and you might not need birth control, Mister, but now our laws are written by fanatics, and you’ll wish, for once, you listened to your sister.

Jean Campbell recently started her first Substack newsletter to laser focus on getting her book, City of Lies: A Street Hustler’s Omaha Story published.

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