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Texas.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Oct 10, 2021
  • 1 min read

I very rarely, if ever, get political.


Especially when it comes to social media.


Good God, it will get you cancelled.


God forbid.


But I have come to the conclusion that I am ok with that, because so many have already cancelled me.


And who is little old me anyways?


So I found the need to talk about this, as it really got me.


It got me intensely scared.


TEXAS.


What is happening in Texas, quite frankly, should make us all, woke.


As a mother of 3, I clearly love children.


Ok, maybe just like them, just kidding.


Please people, be able to take a joke.


But seriously, what is happening in Texas, is scary.


No matter how many kids I have or don't, I surely never want the state I live in, to decide what I can do with MY BODY.


I was raised as a Roman Catholic.


Spent a majority of my educational life in Christian schools.


I went to a JESUIT college.


Hell, I lived in Rome.


But I was also EDUCATED.


And the Christian education I was afforded, made me not a sheep, but a Shepard.


I can say, what I received in that education, were questions.


Questions, about why we believe what we do.


And I can now say,. without hesitation, religion needs to take a back seat.


Religion has no place besides faith in a women's body.


Religion should not serve as a dictator, but as a butler in our lives.


Sorry, but that is the truth.


Or I will say, my truth.


Respectfully sharing my opinion.


Take it.


Or leave it.


But don't just allow it.


Feel free to question, always.


Xoxo,

C.




 
 
 

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