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I woke up this morning to the news that a local Democratic Central Committee slate has scheduled a meeting on the Muslim holiday of Eid al Adha. There are only two major Muslim religious holidays. They happen every year. Anyone who is regularly scheduling meetings in our community should already have them marked out on their calendar.

Acting in ignorance when you are a member of a party that claims to be inclusive of all is not acceptable. Inflexibility in the face of input when you have made such an error is appalling.

This is not an innocent mistake or a scheduling conflict. It’s a choice.

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Yesterday was interesting. I thought I’d be doing a lot more comment section intervention than I ended up needing to do. This is largely because the support for Erika Strauss Chavarria and Columbia Community Care is both broad and deep in the community. For this I am grateful. My daily life right now is not conducive to blog policing.

I will be writing a follow-up post. I’ll need a day or so to process the responses. I feel as though I may need to draw pictures to get my points across adequately.


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A few thoughts about word choice.



After death, some Marylanders are choosing to become soil instead of ashes.

No they most certainly are not. Choosing is not something you can do after death. In fact, you can’t do anything after death. 

Please make your plans accordingly. And don’t write sentences like this one.





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