Anybody miss Jon Stewart?
I sure as hell do. This Noah dude ain’t cutting it for me. So this post is titled in honored of the man whose quote has appeared on my website these last 12 years.
Recent events have led me to believe that I’m stupid. I am. I just didn’t know it. How weird is that? Strange. Seriously, lately, if I’m not being knocked for my political views, then it’s for my gender or my race. Yeah, see my pic up there? I’m whiter than the sheets on your bed, no bout a doubt it. So the “news” would have me believe I’m stupid, I’m put upon, I’m privileged, I’m rich, I’m out of touch, I’m shamed for one thing or another…man I’m confused!
I finally made the decision not to listen any of the “news”. Call me all the nasty names you want…whatever fits your current personal or political agenda. Quite honestly, I don’t give a flying fig because I’m not even listening anymore.
Here’s what I actually am: A woman who never had any doubts about that fact. Nearly 50 (gasp). A mother of two grown daughters. A wife of 30 years…to a man so that also makes me straight. A high school graduate who had no aspirations toward ‘higher education’ whatsoever. An indie writer struggling to have their voice heard in a sea of indie writers struggling to have their voices heard. (Oh yeah, subheading: self-taught web mistress, formatter, editor, graphics designed, PR person.) White, let’s not forget that one. BTW, ‘white’ IS a ‘color’, ya know, just so you’re aware. Working middle-class (on the lower end of the spectrum which now reaches up to somewhere near $200,000/year). I’ve had to accept Public Assistance and been the target of humiliation and derision from people who have never known what it is to have to do that…the Social Workers hired and paid to help me being top on that list. I’ve dealt with, shall we say, ‘womanly issues’, in the best ways possible under the circumstances I had to work with. I’m a homeowner. I’m a taxpayer who hates paying nearly $6,000/year to live in the Great City of New London. But that’s because it took 50 years to get a freakin’ sidewalk! Lastly, I’m someone who would love to move to Colorado for certain ‘benefits’ of the sticky green variety. Hey, man, I’ve said for decades we can payoff the National Debt this way and create a booming economy but no one wanted to listen. People like are me smiling happy to pay taxes on such things if they’re legal and it creates thousands upon thousands of jobs in all manner of the process from gardening to glass blowing. :P
I’m also a Bernie Sanders supporter. There I said it. I’ve been saying it here and there on my personal FB page–I never take these things to my ‘fan’ page or my Twitter. I have enough problems with idiots dropping/unfollowing me because they don’t like something I say HERE in my private blog.
That aside, lately the “news” would have me believe that I’m some type of ‘traitor to my (nonexistent) cause’ because I’d rather see Bernie in Office than Hillary. I’m anti-woman or some twaddle like that. Oh yeah and I’m anti-black because Bernie doesn’t support reparations. I’m a socialist. I’m lazy. I want things ‘handed’ to me instead of ‘working’ for them. Never mind the fact that I’ve been working steady the last 20 years since my youngest started Kindergarten. and with the exception of one horrible year that the US economy was so far in the tank my husband was out of work, he’s been busting his ass for the last 30 years. We’ve been slowly hauling our asses up that Ladder of the American Dream one hard-won rung at a time. That doesn’t count for anything.
I watched the outcome in Iowa with great anticipation. I don’t know about you but, when it comes to Iowa, I don’t consider 6 coin tosses (all against astronomical odds coming out in Hillary’s favor) to be a definitive win of any type. Your Mileage May Vary. I don’t really care, just so you know. All I do know is that the Hillary Camp is sweating bullets and coming out of the woodwork to convince me, a white, middle class, working woman, to vote for her, even if I don’t particularly like or even trust her. If I don’t then I’m anti-woman or something.
My honest bet is that I’ve voted in more Presidential Elections than most of these supporters have lived through. In those elections more often than I would care to admit I have voted AGAINST someone. That means I cast a ballot for someone like Hillary, someone I didn’t like and didn’t trust just because I couldn’t stand to see ‘the other guy’ get in office.
I’m done with that.
I don’t have as many elections ahead of me as I do behind me and…I’m not doing that anymore. Sorry, Charlie. I’m not toeing the party line anymore and I sure as hell am not doing it simply because it IS the party line. If I wouldn’t buy you a $0.99 cup of coffee and sit down to talk with you over it for a half-hour…I’m not voting for you. I don’t care who you are, where you came from, what color you are, how old you are, what your genitals look like or what your party affiliation is.
YES, as much as it makes some cringe, that DOES mean I will NOT vote for Hillary Clinton if she gets the nod.
Not doing it.
I will NOT vote for Politics As Usual. I will NOT vote for Wall Street. I will NOT vote for Big Pharma. I will NOT vote for Super PACs and the welfare sucking corporations behind them. If that’s the only way some people know “that’s how shit gets fucking done”…I pity them and will not buy them a cup of coffee anymore than I’d buy a Cruz or Dump supporter a cup of joe. They are unprincipled. They are unscrupulous. What time I have left on this Earth is precious to me so I have none for them and their exceedingly narrow view.
But, ya know..hey! At least we don’t have the “birther” issue with Cruz, right? Seem all of a sudden people have recalled their 7th grade US History classes and realized he is a “natural-born citizen”. Just like Obama is and always was.
If a Republican gets into Office because staunch Bernie supporters refuse to vote FOR Hillary then so be it. If there’s a God Above it will be the Dump–the wicked writer part of me so wants that to happen, it’s terrible, I know. But c’mon, can you think of anything that would entertain the world more than 4 years of a Dump Presidency? Hell, millions of people all over the globe might actually die of laughter. Other than in your sleep after a rousing round of incredible sex there’s no better way to go than laughing your ass off.
There are other candidates running for Senate and House that I CAN vote FOR with a clear conscience and, with any luck at all, that will offset Dump and, sure as shootin’ hell, cause at least another 4 years of gridlock. Who knows? Maybe by the time 2020 rolls around enough people will have wised up to what’s really going to throw a true Political Revolution.
It could happen.
No, I won’t hold my breath waiting for it.
I won’t support anything less than that revolution with my one and only precious vote.
I got some bad news today. One of my friends passed away. This song is for him. Don’t ask me why except to say it came into my head and I saw him smile so it’s here. For him.
Although I didn’t tell a soul because it wasn’t my place to do so, I knew my friend was sick but I was under the impression he was getting better. That was not to be and today his poor family had to go through the utter agony of ‘pulling the plug’ in accordance with his wishes. I hadn’t seen my friend in a very long time. That happens after high school. We kept in touch for a few years then he moved away and I didn’t hear from him until a few years ago when I got a Facebook request from him. I was thrilled! I always liked seeing his posts because he never changed. He was always zany and crazy, he was the guy who would do any crazy stupid thing to make a friend smile. I mean…like…anything. LOL
As a teenager, when I was down, he was one of the few who were always right there to pick me up, dust me off, tell me everything was ok and to go tell everyone else to take a flying leap off a very short pier. Hell, he’d WALK to my house…all the friggin’ way across town! Bitter cold. Driving rain. Sweltering heat. Didn’t matter to him. He walked all that distance just to make me smile. A phone call was never good enough for him under such circumstances and it didn’t matter if it was dinnertime or midnight…there he was. On my doorstep, usually with a nip and joint but always with a smile, a hug, and ‘don’t worry, Lis, it’s ok’ along with a really strong dose of ‘fuck ’em, you don’t need ’em, they’re assholes’.
There aren’t many people in this world that I can say that about although I do have a few left from the Good Ol’ Days. The Glory Days. When we were young, naive, (some would say stupid) and full of ambition to take on a world that didn’t really know what to do with us because we defied classification. Yeah, he was one of those ‘bad boys’ in a leather jacket with a chain wallet and a total heart of gold.
I will miss him. Scratch that…I already do.
I was so sure he was going to get better. 49 is a hell of an age to have a brain aneurysm, isn’t it? My friend did not deserve such a disrespectful ending to his life. He went to Taco Bell for lunch (or was it dinner?) and some time later a stranger found him in his car, realized something was terribly wrong, and called for help. He suffered for a month in and out of a coma (from what I can gather) until no hope remained. That’s just shitty. It really is just completely SHITTY. Especially for someone whose smile never waned even through the toughest times in his life he kept smiling, kept laughing, kept joking, and making others smile with him.
Even now I can hear him; Don’t cry, Lis, it’s ok. I’m ok.
I know he is. I know he’s in a better place and one day I will see him again. I was just kind of hoping it would be at our next high school reunion rather than the After Life. Still, New London High School’s Class of 1984 has already lost more classmates than I would care to count or consider fair. It’s one thing when your heroes start dying off…they’re usually older than you and it’s just a normal part of life though we’ve certainly had enough of our heroes die already this year…its totally another when it’s your friends that you have to say good-bye to so soon. I’m honestly starting to think that Mr. Jackson’s accounting class was nothing more than a curse. So many people I had with me in that single class are gone. It can’t be anything else. It really can’t.
But I won’t dwell on that or wonder when my number in that class is coming due. I was always in the red anyway.
This one’s for you, my wonderful friend.
I love you.
I’m back in the Show Hole of Despair. I am. This sucks. I’ll bet no one associated in any way, shape, or form, with “streaming TV shows/movies” ever conceived of Binge Watching. At least, I hope so because the idea that someone would do this on purpose is really just too much.
We’ve come to the end of our “Grimm” marathon. We watched 4 whole seasons in under 3 weeks. We did. I dream about this show. The plot line rolls around in my head night after night, hour after house, as I try to sleep. Now, it’s over. Just when we were ready to settle in for a long night of bingeing, I even got a hamburger/onion/green pepper pizza from Pizzarama AND 3 grinders from Sonny’s…just for tonight!
Oh, yes, we could watch Season 5 on Amazon Prime if we wanted to pay $2.99 per episode.
Aren’t I already paying $99.00/year for nothing more than TV and movies? Why should I pay extra just because it’s a current season? That doesn’t make any sense to me. Yes, it really would have been for just TV/movies as I still buy hard cover books and have no plans of ever obtaining an e-reader. I try very hard not to order things from Amazon so the ‘free’ and/or Sunday Delivery does me no good. In fact the Sunday Delivery drives me bonkers. Don’t even get me started on their Drone Delivery crap.
We went to nbc.com to watch on their website only to be told; Sorry, Charlie, you must pay extra for On Demand to watch current shows here.
So they’re dicks too.
Oh well, at least I was smart enough to cancel the stupid Prime account before the free trial ended.
In other news….
Hubby likes his new job! It seems to be a lot less stress than the last job and for the same pay so, ya know, win-win on that score. Another win is he gets paid every single week! OMG! After a decade of bi-weekly and the absolutely freakin’ horrible bi-monthly pay, this is totally awesome. No more falling behind. No more stretching things out over two weeks or more. I can pay at least one bill every week and stay on top of it all. No more sweating and fretting and trying to juggle everything around a f’d up pay schedule. That is very refreshing and freeing. Almost feel human again and not so much like a drone household doing whatever it’s told, sucking down whatever comes its way and having to smile even when the taste is so bitter it makes you want to puke…or commit homicide, whichever comes first, doesn’t really matter.
I’m having a problem getting accustomed to the new hours. We now get up at 5:30am and I know what sunrise looks like (never thought that would happen) and he gets home around 3:30 which is about an hour and a half after me so writing time has been chopped by an hour. I try to make up when he leaves in the morning. I was doing well with that and hope to get back to it very soon but 5:30 is damn early and when he leaves my nice soft comfy couch calls out my name :)
On the upside, he is no longer tired and beat when he comes home because he’s no longer traipsing all over the place carrying heavy equipment and he isn’t responsible for anyone but himself. That’s nice too. And like I said; same pay. Good deal. AND, after six months he’s ‘permanent’, that means pay goes UP never DOWN and there’s no anxiety every few years when the contract changes hands and the jerks running the show pick the lowest bidding scum-bag company they can find.
We are very happy.
One thing is not making me happy; Harry is sick. That’s my cat. One of my cats. He’s almost 17 years old. I think he has the flu or pneumonia or something, he keeps sneezing, he’s all congested and yesterday his eyes kept running a though he was crying. His appetite isn’t good either. Poor Harry. That cat has been blessed with way more than 9 lives over these 17 years, he has. He’s been through a lot! Keeping my fingers crossed for him but even he doesn’t stay with us much longer I know that he’ll be off to a better place. I’ll miss him terribly. He’s my companion all these years and that cat RULED this street for all of those years. He’s one cool kitty, old Don Gato. I am blessed for having had him in my life. I know that. I’ll keep you posted on his condition as the week goes on. Your thoughts, well wishes, and prayers are appreciated if you’re of a mind to offer them up.
Last but not least given what “season” it is; Bernie Sanders came within whispering distance of Hillary Clinton in Iowa. WOOT! Go Bernie! And….The Dump lost. I’m not fan Ted Cruz, he’s a nutjob and a half, but I’d probably take Lucifer himself over The Dump. Just goes to show, everybody loves a good show, especially an awesome freak show, but that don’t mean they’ll pay to see it more than once. Now if we can just get all of those “birthers” to show up and toss out the same questions they wouldn’t shut up about for nearly 8 years, that’d be great. Does Ted Cruz have a ‘legal right’ to run for President? Is he a ‘natural born’ citizen? Inquiring minds wanna know but it seems those people are strangely silent now. They don’t even question the Anchor Baby’s ‘right’ to run (Rubio). Very strange indeed.
Draw your own conclusions.
Next stop is New Hampshire and I hope Bernie kicks Hillary’s smug butt. I’m ashamed to say that my place of business has backed Hillary and is sending out 3 different types of postcards to members depending on what age bracket they’re in. Seriously? That’s pathetic. I’ll get to be the one who deals with the phone calls when they go out in my area. That should be oodles of fun. NOT. Oh well, so long as they don’t ask me who I’m voting for I guess we’ll be ok.
The “Sins of the Father” virtual tour starts tomorrow and I’ve got other stuff lined up to go with it. The “Child of War-A God is Born” tour is supposed to start on Feb 8th…we’ll see how that goes. Right now, I’m off to eat my grinder and comfort myself with “Captain America” or “Iron Man” or…something.