#journalism and writing

[loboboss57]

Political Apathy Will Cost Us

State of Affairs

By: Diego Lopez

Apathy. What a word. Merriam-Webster defines it as a lack of feeling, emotion, interest, or concern. It’s a word we use often to describe political disengagement, but today it feels appropriate to describe what’s happening right here in Cibola County.

On December 3, in a meeting that lasted just 15 minutes, the Cibola County Board of Commissioners made a decision that flies in the face of one of the most fundamental principles of American government: Representation.

The commission voted unanimously to nominate State Representative Harry Garcia to fill the House District 6 seat vacated by Eliseo Lee Alcon for health reasons.

At first glance, Garcia seems like an excellent choice. He’s experienced, respected, well-liked, and he truly cares for Cibola County. But there’s a glaring problem: Harry Garcia doesn’t live in District 6.

This isn’t just a geographical technicality; it’s a constitutional requirement. Article 4, Section 3 of the New Mexico State Constitution clearly states:

“If any senator or representative permanently removes his residence from or maintains no residence in the district from which he was elected, then he shall be deemed to have resigned.”

House District 6 covers the western half of Cibola County, including Thoreau, Bluewater, Pinehill, Ramah-Navajo, and the Village of Milan. Harry Garcia resides in District 69, which covers an entirely different area. The commission’s decision to nominate someone who is ineligible to serve under the constitution is baffling and deeply troubling.

Let me be clear: this isn’t just about geography. This is about Representation.

The people of District 6 deserve to have their voices heard in Santa Fe. They pay taxes. They contribute to the community. But this decision effectively strips them of their Representation in Santa Fe, violating the very principle of “no taxation without representation” that this nation was founded upon.

Was this decision intentional? I’d like to believe it wasn’t. Maybe it was a rushed move made with the excitement of giving Garcia another shot at legislative service. But intentional or not, it was wrong. And if it stands, the consequences will be severe.

By nominating an ineligible candidate, the Cibola County Commission has handed McKinley County the opportunity to select a nominee who does meet the constitutional requirements. If McKinley’s choice is someone who resides in District 6, that person will automatically become the only qualified candidate for the governor’s consideration. In one fell swoop, Cibola could lose a legislative seat it has held for nearly two decades.

This is more than a political blunder. It’s a civic failure—a failure to understand and uphold the basic principles of our government. It’s a reminder that we need to do better, not just elected officials but as a community. Civics education isn’t just for kids in classrooms. It’s for everyone, especially those entrusted with making decisions that affect us all.

Cibola County has made incredible progress in recent years. But this decision threatens to undermine that progress and silence the voices of the people in District 6. I hope there’s still a chance to reverse it, to correct this mistake before it costs us something we can’t afford to lose.

Politics aren’t easy, and they certainly aren’t pretty. But they matter. Representation matters. And in this case, the stakes couldn’t be higher.

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No "show results", if you're not a fanfic writer just be patient.

I saw a post about an anon saying it was embarrasing to have an ao3 account in your 30s (it's absolutely not), so I want to do a poll and see what the age range actually is.

[mournfulroses]

Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,"

[sosuperawesome]

Writer's Medic Bag // Galen Leather Co

[yeoldenews]

A selection of strange and cryptic personal ads from The New York Herald, 1860s to 1890s. 14/?

[aquatixwitch]

By the way. If yall want to do a small and energy-saving act of resistance...start keeping a journal. No I mean seriously. Document everything about your daily life. Not so much the headlines, but I mean how things are for YOU, personally, every day. Your joys, pains, struggles, lights in the dark. Document it, because there are gonna be a lot of lies and gaslighting down the road in the future, and yes, historians read these and they're important to keep an account of everything happening.

Don't let them erase you from history. Don't let them make up lies to feed the future. We don't inherit the world from our parents, we borrow it from our children. Make sure they have a means to know the truth.

[malusokay]

Journaling prompts to reinvent yourself ౨ৎ

how do I want the world to see me, and does it match how I see myself?

how do I show up for others, and how do they show up for me?

what about my life feels like love and what doesn't?

where does my time go, and where do I wish it would go?

who do I admire most, and what about them speaks to my soul?

is the way I live aligned with the life I dream of, or a I just coasting?

what qualities in others feel the most magnetic to me? Do I reflect those?

what’s inside my bag, and what does it say about me? (be honest, even the gum wrappers count.)

if I could script my perfect morning, how would it begin?

what passions have I ignored that I would like to reclaim?

what’s one small, powerful shift I could make today to move toward my dream life?

write a tender letter to the future version of yourself. What do you hope they’ve become, and what do you want them to remember about now?

As always, please feel free to share your own prompts and check out my insta for more of me! <3

✩‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧✩

[somerabbitholes]

i sold my couch and replaced it with a mattress. it feels like i just moved in, but also i love sitting on the floor and spreading out my stuff around me

[satoruan]

God, was your boyfriend unsuspecting. He was so sweet to you in public. Holding every door open, never disrespecting or disagreeing in front of others, bringing you flowers every-time he picked you up from work. He always used his manners and treated you with respect. The public thought you were the perfect couple, your friends thought it was too good to be true. No man could ever be this sweet. They even joked how he must be taking his anger and frustration out in another ways…you laughed it off, but little did they know of the hickeys and hands marks underneath the expensive clothes he bought you. They didn’t know that he would spend hours fucking and punishing you when you got home. They didn’t know he liked coming home to you sitting next to the door in nothing but a thong, mouth open, waiting to please him. They didn’t know how disrespecting and dominating he got in bed. The degrading and filthy words he spat at you as he made you beg and cry for him. You may have been his princess is public, but he never let you forgot you were his whore in private.

[archbudzar]

X

[loveanddeepdick]

cw: piv sex at the end, sylus is a bit rough hehe

sylus who (surprisingly to most people) is the most respectful out of the l&ds men.

sylus who holds every car door for you, leaves you a different array of flowers every week, makes sure you never use your own card, and opens every door for you. he has his large, scarred hand on your lower back at all times so he can assure you're by his side.

"focus on staying with me, sweetie. i don't want you getting lost somewhere you're not familiar with"

"sylus, i can handle myself!"

"i know you can. but as your man, i can't have you doing all the work alone, can i?"

sylus who loves teasing you. when you two are sitting anywhere near each other, he'll have his hand on your thigh. if he's sure that no one can see his girl, he'll trail his hand dangerously close to your crotch, grazing the top of your pussy, even dipping down a bit to give a small feather touch to your clit before returning back to the place above your thigh.

sylus who buys you any item you lay your eyes on. a new weapon, a new purse, new shoes, new clothes, they'll be at your doorstep in no time. after a while, you stopped telling him things you like since you started feeling guilty for spending so much.

he wouldn't have any of that. he sent luke and kieran to spy on you, finding out your password in only a day. he wasn't going to snoop through your messages, no. he had the utmost faith in you. instead, he would go through every shopping app you had and every website store you visited, clearing out every cart so it'd be empty and even spending extra on express shipping so it'd arrive as soon as possible.

sylus who tries to stay as respectful as possible when he finds that you've been shopping for adult toys. he knows you'd never buy it but he loves the sheer look on your face when he hands you the box.

"sy.. what is this?", your face goes ghostly pale as you recognize the logo on the box

"oh? trying to play innocent?"

sylus who's respect is forced out the window as he has you bent over his lap, fucking you with the dildo you'd personally shopped for.

"sy-sylus, please, i want your c-cock!", you cry out before he abruptly pulls the dildo from your pussy, leaving the tip in to tease you as he subtly shifts it in and out.

“oh? you want my cock? thought you wanted to play with some measly toys, sweetie”

“n-no, sylus,” you sobbed from the lack of stimulation, “‘need you so bad..”

“how bad?”, sylus smirked and you could swear that you could feel it burning in the back of your brain.

“really bad, sy. i need you in my pussy—“

you couldn’t even finish your thoughts before you were manhandled onto the bed. your ass was thrown up before he landed a sharp spank with his gloved hand.

“you wanna be fucked with this cock, baby?”, sylus grunted before the sound of a zipper could be heard.

“yes, please, sylus!”

“fuck.. take it—take it”.

sylus thrusted his erect cock roughly into your pussy, holding you in place as you squirmed from his girth.

“you trying to run away after i finally give you my dick?”

“n-no, sylus!”

“that’s not my name, sweetie”, sylus grinned before giving you another spank.

“please, please, fuck me with your cock, sir”

he groaned at the sound, grabbing your hips before he started ramming into you again.

sylus is respectful in every way. except for when he’s jealous of a dildo..

[loboboss57]

Wow. This stirred some anger.

In response to that anger, I contacted the US Attorney’s Office and they verified that this information is accurate.

I will run a correction because Valtierra and Porras were searched, not arrested, and I apologize for that.

Im not trying to make anyone look bad. This story is what it is, I’d don’t create nor participate in the action that made this a reality. I’m simply doing my job reporting on it.

[maeswrites]

to say i miss you doesn't even begin to capture the despair your absence has brought me.

— mae s. (journal entry to the one i still love)

[bookished]

( a collection of starters or dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post <𝟑 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips

"You don’t get it, do you? Every time I walk away, the ground pulls me back toward you like I’m tethered to this place, to you!"

"I swear, even the rain mocks me, falling harder every time I try to forget you!"

"Why is it that every time I try to move on, the stars spell out your name like they’re taunting me?"

"I hate how every single flower blooms brighter when I think of you! It’s like even nature is against me!"

"I can’t stand it! Every time I get close to letting you go, the wind whispers your name, like it won’t let me forget!"

"Every time I try to bury these feelings, the earth shakes beneath my feet as if it knows what I’m doing!"

"I’ve tried to walk away a hundred times, but every shadow, every flicker of light reminds me of you. It’s like you haunt me!"

"Even the ocean keeps pulling me back to the shore where we stood. Do you know how infuriating that is? I’m drowning in memories of you!"

"Every time I close my eyes, the wind rushes in like it’s carrying your scent! I can’t escape you, even in my dreams!"

"I’ve screamed at the stars, demanded they stop reminding me of you, but they just burn brighter. They know, don’t they? They know!"

"You have no idea how much I’ve fought against this, how much I’ve tried to tear you out of my life, but even the trees whisper your name!"

"It’s like the moon itself mocks me, shining brighter whenever I think of you! It’s unbearable!"

"I hate how even the fire crackles louder when I’m angry with you, like it’s feeding on my frustration! But I can’t stop!"

"Do you know what it’s like to try and forget you, only for the rivers to murmur your name every time I pass by?"

"I curse your name every time I see the sun set, but it still paints the sky in colors that remind me of you!"

"I tried to burn the letters, the memories, but the fire wouldn’t take them! It’s like the universe won’t let me forget you!"

"Every time I get close to leaving, the stars realign, the air shifts, and it feels like the world won’t let me go!"

"You think I want to feel this way? Even the storms rise up when I try to let you go, like the sky is angry at me!"

"I’ve tried to bury it, to push you out, but even the ground beneath me trembles with your name!"

"Every time I get close to moving on, the world bends in your direction! Why can’t I escape this?"

[mournfulroses]

May Sarton, from a diary entry featured in "Journal of a Solitude," originally published in 1973

[charlott2n]

forgetting is crazy like theres just a last time you ever even know something happened