We left for this reason.  We knew the Revenge Tour would be ugly.

We are living our best life away from the USA.  But we can’t stop seeing and hearing the news from America… and this past week, our home state of Minnesota. That tragedy hit home when  my husband said, “That could have been you.”

I think it could have been me who was shot in the face three times by an ICE agent who felt disrespected by a woman.  If you know me, you know I might have been more confrontational than that sweet woman.  I might have been shot 10 times without even trying to move.

After all, I am a F&#king bitch.  A case study.  I have no time for pedophiles or draft dodgers or rapists or liars or traitors or con men or grifters or power-hungry people who will do anything to get more powerful and dump the Constitution.  In short, I have no time for bullshit.

My whole life, I have believed in America.  I have believed in the American Dream.  My people came from Germany and Norway and settled in Florida, Minnesota, and North Dakota.  They scratched out a living and taught their children to respect America. 

I am also a student of history, and I learned the cautionary tales of Hitler and 1930s Germany.  Hitler was just trying to make Germany great again, improve the economy, and get rid of journalists, immigrants, and the enemy within.

Now, Fascists have come to power in America… thanks to the poor, disenfranchised white men.  

Yes, a female future was too much to bear, so they voted for a felon.  This country hates women. And sadly, the women who prop this demented old fool up helped make it happen too.

I am 55 years old. I am called young lady, kiddo, crazy, bossy, bitchy, hysterical, and stupid.  I don’t accept that.  I am a grown-ass woman.  And I am tired.

Tired of the legions of sycophants explaining away what we all see. What we all hear.

Tired of pretending it’s just “political differences.”

Tired of watching women who don’t agree with the Mango Mussolini being called libtards, paid agitators, Antifa, etc.  The woman in Minneapolis was dropping her kid off at school.  Her dog was in the backseat.  She wasn’t storming the U.S. Capitol and threatening to kill the Vice President.  Then she would not have been shot. She would have been called a hero.

I know what I saw on January 6, 2021 and I know what I saw on January 7, 2026. 

And yes, it was me, in that SUV.  My blood in the snow.  Along with every woman who refuses to keep her mouth shut and do what the man says.