The biggest news of last week was by ‘n’ large, the tragic passing of Ruth Bader Ginsburg, who, for some reason, I keep calling Ruth Gator Binsburg. Incorrect, I tell myself. And a little rude? Well. All I can say is, you can take the boy outta florida but you can’t take the florida out of… anyway.

My phone buzzed Friday afternoon. RBG is dead. I starred at the text long enough to make my eyes water. FUCK, I screamed, before I realized what this all means. Then, I let out a quiter– more succinct fuck. when I finally realized what this all means for the the U.S. of A. Now, I’m not a pessimist, but I did feel the weight getting heavier that evening. So much uncertainty. So much anger. Disappointment. For a moment, I completely forgot I was mourning the passing of a historical figure. I had to stop thinking I wish she lived a little longer. Just 2 more months and she coulda died a… hero. Oops. I thought it.

The memory of her life will live on in american history. A part of me doesn’t feel as worried about commemorating her as much as strategizing the defense against #cult45 appointing a second Supreme Justice. These lifetime appointments will usher in a whole new era of conservative law, regressing on things that we’ve already fought for, like Planned Parenthood and Gay Marriage. The outlook can turn pretty bleak, but I’m here to say, Look on the brightside! –ahem– let me google it really quick…

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oh. Okay. So according to NPR, RBG’s last words were a fervent wish for the Senate to wait ’til after election to fill-in her seat. Okay. So you’re telling me that even to her last breath, she fought for democracy and equal rights? Okay. Please, excuse me while I– FUCK— ahem. Okay. Sorry. Where was I…? Oh right. FUCK. Okay… I’m done. Anywho, Mitch McConnell probably looked @ her last words and laughed, rubbing his hands together like a raccoon about to gorge on human waste. I really hate that man, and I don’t really hate anyone. Or at least, I try not to, but the republican party really be trying me sometimes. I think if I had them begging for their lives in front of me, I would totally just threaten them with a machete till they peed their pants on live television while the world watches. Ooh.. Just me? These are crazy times, huh? Who knew.

All joking aside, I’m angry. I’m sad. I’m disappointed. But I’m also hopeful, and optimistic. RBG will not only go down in history but also as a becon for social justice, along with John Lewis and MLK. We lost another titan, but I’m not afraid. This always happens in the Last Hour. All hope is not lost. It sounds corny as fuck, but listen to me. We have to stand together. We have to VOTE. Rile up everyone you know. This is a fight for our LIVES. and that is not an overstatement. i REPEAT. This is a fight for our LIVES. Remember that. Tell yourself every day from now till november 3rd. Tell your fear to hold on, cuz we’re takin’ back the wheel ‘n’ gettin’ the fuck outta here.