On the Twelfth DaY of the #Resistance

On the Twelfth DaY of the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you...

I am on a week long hiatus from politics.
My head is full of puppy dogs and songs.
I fostered a dog for Christmas. His working title is Felix Navidad.
I am more at ease.
I will reconvene on January 2nd.
I was disappointed by the Tax Bill vote.
I will most likely take off one week per month from politics.
I’m not sure I should know as much about how the sausage gets made.
I wonder as I wander: How easy would it be to become an Irish citizen? What is their lottery like?
If I know someone celebrates Christmas and I wish them a Merry Christmas and you correct me and say, “Happy Holidays,” I admit to feeling the urge to smack you.
I fear we are heading for a strange boomerage (typo...keeping it) of liberal puritanism.
I GOTTA BE ME! (Which is right now the me that drinks champagne and eats chocolate cake.)

On the Eleventh DaY of the #Resistance

On the Eleventh DaY of the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you.

I miss my head being filled by puppy dogs and songs.
Songs
Puppy dogs
Puppy dogs
Songs
Fullhead
Songs 
Puppies
Dogs
Woof
La la la

On the Tenth DaY of the #Resistance

On the Tenth DaY of the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you...

Every once in a while I would post about volunteering at Clinton HQs. People thought I was being a braggart.  Nope. I wanted you to join me. Not enough people joined in.

I used to do every petition that made sense to me that came my way. I’ve since slowed down.

I have all of my senators’ numbers programmed into my phone in case I can’t get through to a specific number.

My congressman’s staff members quite probably think I’m a nudge.

I went to my first rally / march last November in NY. There were 100 people.

My next was the Women’s March in Toronto. There were 70,000 people. They only expected 7.000.

My boss postponed rehearsal so we could attend.

I hosted a intention circle on inauguration morning. I have to say the people who attended handled the day more gently than those who didn’t. 

I started posting Daily Calls to Action on Facebook. I think some people do them.

I used to try and engage Trump supporters. I finally had to stop after being called a snowflake one too many times. I honestly find those who still support him so aggressive, self-aggrandizing and unkind that I can’t bear it.

On the Ninth DaY of the #Resistance

On the Ninth DaY of the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you...

I once overloaded so badly on political news that I blew an audition to the extent all I had was one line to say. I was completely incapable of saying the line.

I now stay away from political news before an audition.

On weekends I basically goes through news cleanses. They are far more enjoyable than juice cleanses.

Sometimes the Trump administration blows my plan with their Friday night extravagant announcements.

I phonebank for out of state candidates

I used to sign most every petition that came my way.

After the election I wrote Obama any number of times with ideas, especially how to appoint Merrick Garland.  I HAD IDEAS!

I wrote so many times I finaly got a nice email back from Obama...which means it went beyond an intern reading it which made me feel quite special
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After the election I left weeping messages at Clinton HQ. 

On the Eighth DaY of the #Resistance

On the Eighth DaY of the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you...

On the Eighth DaY of the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you...

Eight more quotes from my #ResistanceBook...


You have to act as if it were possible to radically transform the world. And you have to do it all the time. — Angela Davis

You gain strenth, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. — Eleanor Roosevelt

People are people, no matter what. —Maggie (of Karine’s in Toronto)

They have seemingly put a dam in teh swamp and are filling it with nuclear waste. — Me

Around the world, most activists aim at a particular goal and often forget relationship. However, without ongoing relationship, activism is unsustainable. — Arnold Mindell

That’s the problem with the American Dream - it makes everyone concerned with the day they’re going to be rich.  — The West Wing

When nothing is sure, everything is possible. — Margaret Drabble

The world needs a dry martini sometimes. — Adrian Noble

On the Seventh DaY of the #Resistance

On the Seventh Day of the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you...

For the first half a year I kept any activism journal, chronicling every move I made.

My favorite aspects are some quotes I collected. These are the first seven...

No one is bornig hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background or his religion. People must learn to hate and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite. — Nelson Mandela

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. — Dr. Martin Luther King

The range of what we think and do is governed by what we fail to see and because we fail to see that we fail to see there is little to do until we see how failing to see shapes our every thought and deed. — R.D. Laing

Everything is inside you; original substance. — Sande Shurin

Show up. Dive in. Persevere. — President Barack Obama

Justice moves when we make it move. — Craig Lucas

Never a bystander. — Gerda Frieberg

On the Sixth Day of the #Resistance

On the Sixth Day of the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you...

The first time I ever wrote to Congress was after the Pulse massacre last summer.

I was in Toronto and I wrote and wrote and wrote. 

I hosted a write-in at my flat. (One person showed up.)

I wrote during rehearsal on my trusty iPad. (I had a very small role.)

Sometimes I had to cheat the system because Congresspeople of whom I am not a constituent really had no interest in hearing from me. So I found addresses in their districts through which I would get into the system, and then I would own up that I was noa constituent.

I wrote to all U.S. Senators and 1/2 of the House.

On the Fifth DaY of the #Resistance

On the Fifth DaY of the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you...

I phonebanked over 100 hours down at Clinton HQ.

It was a long journey to get there...both physically and metaphorically.

I tried every which way to volunteer and was seemingly thwarted every which way but up.

After not being allowed on a bus to canvas in PA, throwing quite a large fit and eating lots of breakfast meats with Katie, we stormed HQ and charmed our way in. 

We met a brilliant intern (who remains dear to my heart although I no longer see her) and Katie and I not only stayed and made calls for a couple of hours that day, we made our presences known for the next month and a half.

On the Fourth DaY of the #Resistance

On the Fourth DaY of the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you...

I wore my Obama t-shirt the day before the election while flying back from St. Louis.  It was the first and only time I’ve ever been stopped and searched by U.S. security.

The night before the election was my grown-up date with a new boyfriend. We were both so freaked out by the election we stayed up very very very very very late...or early. And he wasn’t even American.

While taking the subway home after watching Obama’s acceptance speech, we stopped at Columbia where a young man picked up crying ol’ me and twirled me around the subway. I loved him.

I made this video yesterday. Although I like it, I’m sorry I think it’s necessary. If you don’t like it, please don’t tell me.

On the Third Day of the #Resistance

On the Third Day of the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you...

The first time I ever voted was in 1996 for Bill Clinton.

I was too damned lazy to vote in mid-term elections until 2002.

I phonebanked for Al Gore. And John Kerry. I skipped Obama (seemingly lucky for him, yight?)

On the Second Day of the #Resistance

On the Second Day of the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you...

As a child and young adult politics were never discussed.

The first time my mother vote democrat in decades was for Obama. And she looked at me and said, “You better be right.” 

On the First Day of the #Resistance

Yeah...I’m figuring there isn’t much of anything that any one of you doesn’t know about me. (Did I double negative the right amount?)

So, welcome to The Twelve Days of the #Resistance or

How a completely apolitical lady finally got tres scared, buckled down and got woke.

Yeah...I really can’t use that word, can I?

So, on the First Day of  the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you...

I grew up in a pretty darned Republican family. I mean...who didn’t in the 60s and 70s?