Wicked Witch of the Western Suburbs writing to you live!

Sydney wants to go into the city for an environmental save the earth protest, but the woman running the organization had a call the other nite touting what to do when you get arrested for protesting (wtf?! these are middle schoolers! The lesson is how NOT to get arrested. She also mentioned that she went “to Columbia” at least four times on the call; so I checked and she went to Columbia State College in South Carolina, NOT the one she purposely faux-tended in New York). And the city has given way to hoodlums. You can’t even go by the Bean anymore without high chance of there being a riot on any given nice night weather evening. And they have a new mayor who is lockstep with Kim Foxx, for whom I’m convinced there is a special place in hell next to cell block Clinton specially reserved for all the lives she’s cost for political gain, that victimizes the perpetrators of heinous crimes because they did not come from affluence. It all started with the last mayor failing to dust off the brass ovaries whose epic fail in letting BLM take over the city; even though ransacking Louis Vuitton and Gucci has nothing to do with that cause. And it’s been downhill ever since.

So, no, Sydney. You cannot take the train in to go to an environmental protest slated to occur in the loop in time for the evening news. I love her love of the environment, dedication to learning about responsible urban planning and how that ties to the health and well being of people and the earth everywhere, but holding hands with someone as they jump off the brooklyn bridge for a cause that’s not really yours is worse than folly. It’s dangerous.

We are past the “I hate you.” “I wish I lived with dad.” and other kid shaming moves mastered by the unfortunate kids of divorce. She can call me every name in the book. I’m still not letting her catapult into danger. Her brain won’t be fully developed for another decade.