My values are not for sale.
Integrity. Competence. Excellence. Kindness. The scientific process. Considering facts in decision-making. Not calling names (My mom taught me that before kindergarten. Didn’t yours?). And did I mention integrity?
My values are not for sale. Not for a tax cut. Not for a “drill, baby, drill” pennies-at-the-pump gas price decrease. Certainly not at the cost of destroying the democratic experiment we’ve been conducting in the U.S. for 248 years.
Unlike the stock market, which spiked at the prospect of bigger corporate tax cuts and loosening business regulations, my hopes are at an all-time low. They’re going at fire-sale prices. Make me an offer for them, as I’d love to believe hopes are worth something.
But my values, they are not for sale. Not now. Not on January 20, 2025. Not ever.
So, those are some thoughts. And feelings, well, let’s start with profound sadness. But what will I do? I’m working on that.
What are your thoughts, feelings, and plans?
Oh Deb. We understand and live on edge here in Canada, residing close to the 49th. CJ
I agree!
Bowing to your stand, even as you are in process. Crystal clarity anchored in words I remember you speaking a few years ago, “I belong to myself.”