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Jaci Turner @scienematters.bsky.social · 9h

#TheWeekend Democracy depends on truth, but also on conscience. What happens when a nation begins to confuse cruelty for strength and apathy for freedom? Can democracy survive if moral courage becomes optional?

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Jaci Turner @scienematters.bsky.social · 1d

So I will rise with voice and flame,
Refusing silence, fear, or shame.
Not just for me, but all who see,
This fight is for our liberty.

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Jaci Turner @scienematters.bsky.social · 1d

They dream a world that looks the same,
Then brand that sameness with God’s name.

But I was born to walk with all,
Not raise a flag to build a wall.
Not sell my soul for power’s grin,
Or guard a past soaked deep in sin.

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Jaci Turner @scienematters.bsky.social · 1d

Voice and Flame
by Jaci Turner

I will not bow to walls of hate,
Nor let fear dictate our fate.
A land once rich in voice and skin,
Now fenced to keep the “other” in.

They speak of pride, but veil their dread,
Of cultures vast and truths they’ve shed.

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Jaci Turner @scienematters.bsky.social · 2d

Every generation has a moment when silence breaks. This might be ours — a chorus of voices reminding power who it truly serves.

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Jaci Turner @scienematters.bsky.social · 2d

I just added, “Trump turns on his most trusted loyalists to blame for what can no longer be spun” to my Trump bingo card.

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Jaci Turner @scienematters.bsky.social · 2d

But now we watch the structures fall—
A kingdom pixel-thin, after all.

For governing isn’t score or fame,
It’s bearing weight, not chasing blame.
And those who play at power’s art
Can’t heal a land they’ve torn apart.

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Jaci Turner @scienematters.bsky.social · 2d

And fed the crowd its favorite fears.
They built their castles out of noise,
And crowned themselves as clever boys.

They claimed that experts blocked their view,
That facts were lies, and lies were true.

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Jaci Turner @scienematters.bsky.social · 2d

The Gamers Took the Throne
by Jaci Turner

They mistook the world for a game to play,
Where truth could bend and rules decay.
They pressed their keys and pulled their strings,
And called their chaos “governing things.”

They mocked the minds who’d studied years,

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Jaci Turner @scienematters.bsky.social · 18d

And yet—
you are not alone.
Even if government locks its doors,
your work,
your worth,
your humanity
will not shut down

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Jaci Turner @scienematters.bsky.social · 18d

You deserve more than to be pawns
in someone else’s game of power.
You chart storms,
you study skies,
you serve because service matters.

Across the country,
families like ours sit waiting,
anger burning steady—
a coal of betrayal at leaders
who gamble with your lives.

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Jaci Turner @scienematters.bsky.social · 18d

To Those Who Serve
by Jaci Turner for Dave

Tonight the nation holds its breath,
and you hold the weight of not knowing.
Will tomorrow bring work,
or silence,
or a notice that says you are no longer needed?

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Jaci Turner @scienematters.bsky.social · 22d

We rush forward blind,
pretending the mirror of history
is only decoration,
not instruction.

And still we rise,
hand in hand with the echoes,
saying what they once said:
not again,
not this time,
not without a fight.

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Jaci Turner @scienematters.bsky.social · 22d

The past is not past.
It circles,
like an old song on a scratched record,
asking whether we’ve learned
or only endured.

But we have not learned,
because we refuse to look—
we do not study the fractures,
we do not sit with the scars.

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Jaci Turner @scienematters.bsky.social · 22d

But here it is again,
not as memory
but as headline,
as law,
as threat whispered loud.

My generation feels the weight twice—
once in the living,
once in the remembering.
We carry their voices in our bones,
and now add our own.

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Jaci Turner @scienematters.bsky.social · 22d

Echoes
by Jaci Turner

My parents spoke of it—
how fear could slip into the cracks
of a country’s voice,
how leaders could twist
what was sacred
into something sharp.

I thought their stories were warnings,
chapters safely pressed
between the pages of history.

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Jaci Turner @scienematters.bsky.social · 23d

The archives betrayed a congresswoman—
her unredacted life released
into rival hands,
her service, her secrets,
scattered like torn pages
in a wind of backlash.
Exposed in the name of
political gain.

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Jaci Turner @scienematters.bsky.social · 23d

Still, beyond the headlines,
there are quiet rooms
where care is given,
laws are studied,
and voices rise—
insisting on steadiness,
on fact,
on hope that will not bend
to the spectacle.

Jaci Turner @scienematters.bsky.social · 23d

I read these stories,
one stacked on another,
like sandbags against a flood.
And I wonder
when we traded
the sober weight of truth
for the clamor of performance,
when we accepted
theatrics as governance,
or if we ever had a choice.

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Jaci Turner @scienematters.bsky.social · 23d

The slip is replayed
while mothers and doctors
scramble to steady
what fear and rumor
threaten to unravel.

Behind the noise,
a government shakes,
its workers bracing for furloughs,
its families for silence
in paychecks that may never arrive.

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Jaci Turner @scienematters.bsky.social · 24d

This isn’t about policy, it’s about projection. He’s manufacturing blame for the shutdown he demanded, hoping people forget his collapsing economy, plummeting polls, and the shadow of the Epstein files.

The louder the deflection, the closer the truth.

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Jaci Turner @scienematters.bsky.social · 25d

Let them tremble at satire,
at headlines they cannot rewrite.
For every time they clutch the reins,
a thousand hands reach out
to steady the wheel of liberty.

And still we rise,
not fragile,
not afraid —
voices unbroken,
voices unbowed,
voices that carry this nation forward.

Jaci Turner @scienematters.bsky.social · 25d

But freedom does not bend so easily.
It is older than their titles,
wider than their walls,
a chorus louder than any single voice.

We were not given breath
to whisper what is safe.
We were given breath
to tell the truth,
to question power,
to laugh in the face of tyranny.

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Jaci Turner @scienematters.bsky.social · 25d

The Fragile Cannot Silence Us
by Jaci Turner

They tried to chain a joke,
to bind a laugh in red tape,
as if a punchline could topple
their paper-thin throne.

They told the press,
“Sign here before you speak.
Your words must pass through us
before they reach the page.”

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Jaci Turner @scienematters.bsky.social · 28d

That’s a curse disguised as prayer.

True prayer seeks healing, wisdom, and courage — never death. Our democracy, and our humanity, depend on rejecting this poison and choosing a faith that builds bridges, not graves.

PatriotTakes 🇺🇸 @patriottakes.bsky.social · 28d

Charlie Kirk nodding and said, “That’s right” when one of his TPUSA Faith pastors instructed his audience to pray for nonpolitical pastors “to get right or get dead.”

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