A new post, forwarded by Vicky Mousoulis
HAPPY NEW YEAR. By Jan Fran (posted on Instagram). For almost three months there has been a feeling in the pit of my stomach. It’s there when I sleep, it’s there when I wake up. It’s there when I go to work, it’s there when I’m waiting in line at the supermarket checkout. It’s there when I smile, it’s there when I don’t. It’s there all the time. It’s as though my guts are inside a food processor that began slowly churning one day and still hasn’t stopped. Some days it churns harder and faster than others. Some days it’s subdued but if I stop what I am doing I can feel it. I’m not quite sure what the feeling is exactly. Maybe it’s shock at the scale of the horror, the indiscriminate killing. Maybe it’s disgust at the impotency and hypocrisy of our leaders. Maybe it’s revulsion at the cheerleaders and apologists or bewi...