Carry A. Nation

Right now there's a great documentary on Netflix about Prohibition.  It's actually three episodes long, so I let it stream on my iPad yesterday while I fed the baby and felt guilty about not cleaning my house.

Once upon a time, there was a woman named Carrie (or Carry) Nation.
Carrie Amelia Moore Nation, to be exact.  She was vehemently against alcoholism... I mean, this woman was MAD about the whole thing.  Raging mad.
She was 175 pounds and 6 foot tall, and she carried hatchets around with her to vandalize saloons with.

 

She professed to being a bulldog -the likes of which might ramble around Jesus' feet and bark and whatever He didn't like.

She smashed up 5 saloons with rocks before turning to the hatchet.

She's quoted here:

  "I tell you ladies, you don't know how good it feels till you begin to smash, smash, smash!" 

That's all.  That's all I had to say today.  Just that women are strong and capable and fearless.  And I stand by Carrie Nation and her hatchets and her penchant for smashing.

And that as a wife of a porn addict, I have Carrie days.