Sad and sick and just … gah

Every time I hear some pretentious blowhard like Bono go on about how we have to make sure Africa gets money for food I want to scream. It’s not about food, it’s about fucking politics and outdated beliefs. The people of Africa could feed themselves fine if it wasn’t for the constant civil wars and, oh, I don’t know, not having to fear getting raped every time you walk outside.

Not that North America should feel so smug-not with the lovely rape trees that are springing up on the U.S./Mexico border.

Just about every woman I know-myself included-has experienced some sort of sexual assault. No matter how strong you are, it shakes you up to be reminded that you can be overpowered and forced to do something you don’t want to do. I commend the women who speak out in these articles and the effort that’s being made to bring these pieces of shit walking on two legs to justice, even if the justice is far less than they deserve.

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