Look! A Friday Blog!

Hello dear reader(s)!

Did you miss me?

No?

Fine!

I missed blog-type-thinging a little however, so here I am, post-type=thinging, on Friday!  Like I originally intended to do.  I might actually schedule time on Fridays to post-type-thing, but more likely I will just continue my random on-again, off-again posting style you all have come to know and detest.  Because I’m like, so totally random!  Now hand me my pumpkin spice frappuccino!

This morning, I am feeling awful.  I have been for a couple of days now.  My methods for attempting to feel better have failed miserably, so I miserably lie in bed typing this here post-type-thing wishing I felt belt better.

It’s okay though, I will feel physically better soon enough, however, and then…look out.

For what?  I am not exactly sure, but something.  Maybe ships at sea?  You decide.  Just look out.  I do not want to usurp your free will by telling you what you need to look out for.  In fact, to be completely transparent, even telling you to look out is probably overstepping my bounds.  So, I should ask that you please look out if you feel so inclined.

Okay, let’s see…what shall we talk about?

Oh, I know!

How about Mr. Bitter Beer Face, Alleged White Supremacist Terrorist Adam Purinton?

For those of you who don’t know, I live in the Kansas City metro area, of which Olathe is definitely a part.  In case you weren’t aware, some fucking idiotic terrorist Navy veteran, allegedly walked into a bar and allegedly shouted, “Get out of my country!” before allegedly shooting two Indian men and a white man trying to stop him because he allegedly thought they were Muslims and that would somehow allegedly justify it to all of the fucking pieces of shit who allegedly think it’s only a tragedy that they weren’t even Muslim.

Now, I only point out he was a Navy veteran, not to generalize veterans, but to combat the notion that because someone wore the uniform, that automatically makes them a good person and worthy of respect.  This piece of shit committed an act of domestic terrorism, not too far from where I live.  Can we please get over the jingoistic “support out troops and veterans at all costs” brainwashing we have had to endure?

While we are on the subject of brainwashing, let’s talk about Trump voters.

Is America great yet?  

How is that working out for you so far?  Got that great job yet?  I know it’s only been a month, but you all were blaming Obama for things that happened before he even took office.  So, why isn’t America great?

I am going to go off an “I told you so!” rant now.

I know someone with a business in legal cannabis.  He voted for Trump.  I warned him.  Over and over again I said that a Trump administration would be against it.  He argued and argued.  Didn’t believe me one bit.  Told me that I was being brainwashed by the mainstream media.  He said Trump wouldn’t go after it because of states’ rights.  Then Sessions was nominated and confirmed.  And yesterday, just as I suspected, in Trump and company’s desire to further entrench the police state, his mouthpiece Spicer announced that we should expect enforcement of federal anti-marijuana laws.  Now, I haven’t used cannabis since I lived in Washington because I am paranoid about ending up in a for-profit prison doing slave-labor.  That said, I still think it should be legal, even though this won’t really affect me.  I really hope he gets to keep his assets.  I really hope he isn’t raided and put in prison.  If it happens to him, or other Trump voters, well, it’s on them.

Also, for those of you who believe Trump’s falsely inflated crime numbers, just wait until we have a real drug war again with cartels controlling something millions of Americans create a demand for.  Good luck stopping that with your little wall.

I also had an argument with someone over the future of Social Security and Medicare prior to the election.  I warned that with a Ryan as Speaker, and Trump in the White House, the programs would be drastically cut, to the point of being almost useless.  This person told me the programs were too sacred and it would never fly.  And yet after the election, the only bill put forth to extend the life of the Social Security Trust Fund that wouldn’t need extending were it not previously raided, is to cut benefits without lifting the payroll tax cap.

Trump and his jackbooted ICE agents (Schutzstaffel) are rounding up illegal immigrants in unheard of numbers.  How is that working out for you?  Do you feel safer when the Brownshirts come to a hospital to remove a woman with a brain tumor?  Does it make you feel safe when the Brownshirts raid a court to detain a woman seeking a restraining order from an abusive partner?  How about knowing that the tip came from her alleged abuser?  How is that fucking great?

Is it great that the obsolete coal industry is allowed to dump their ash into our fucking drinking water?

Small business owners, are you experiencing record profits with all those barriers to your business taken down, or have those executive orders not benefited you yet?

Is it great that other nations have to debate whether or not to rescind an invitation by their Prime Minister for a State Visit?

Is it great that the severely mentally ill can buy firearms?

Is it great that the Arizona Senate passed a bill allowing for the seizure of assets of protest organizers if those protests should turn violent even if they weren’t planned to be?

Is it great that Steve Bannon said that many of the cabinet nominees were specifically selected to destroy their respective agencies?

So, please, tell me…

Is America Great Again?

Maybe by next Friday…

 

 

 

 

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St. Valentine’s Day For Stupids

Hello dear reader(s)!

Happy St. Valentine’s Day!  If you’re stupid, you may not know what St. Valentine’s Day is all about.  You may not know proper behavior or customs for this day.  Never fear, this article is here to help you avoid the common pitfalls of this day, to keep you from making a major faux pas (facsimile paw) and end up sleeping out on the couch while your significant other is getting railed in your bed by someone else.

The history 

“In order to succeed in the present, one must know the past, provided it is an approved Christian-friendly version of the past that celebrates white supremacy and traditional values of boring sex and loveless servitude-based marriage.” – Betsy DeVos

It all starts in a little town somewhere in Italy which doesn’t matter because it is not in America…

Street Valentino was a young man who was seeking a better life for himself.  A hard worker, and nice guy, he just wanted the opportunity to succeed in something other than the fishing and cheese making his little Italian town was known for.  He decided, like many people, to come to America, land of those who believe they are free.  Before setting sail on the commercial airline, he changed his name to Steve Valentine in order to appear less Italian to the racist and xenophobic Trump supporters.

Upon landing at JFK in New York, Valentine was detained by Customs and Border Patrol thugs because he might be too dark.  After 18 hours of extreme vetting, including multiple cavity searches performed by Billy Billy, and checking all of his social media accounts to ensure that Valentine was not talking shit about Führer Putin or his puppet Trump, he was granted entry into the United States.

Valentine drove to Little Italy.  He loved it, but he thought there was too much concrete.  He missed the rolling hills of his beloved little Italian town and decided he needed to move to somewhere with more open space.  Since he loved Bocce Ball so much, and it reminded him of bowling, he decided the best place to go would be Bowling Green, KY.

The people of Bowling Green were hostile to the newcomer.  Valentine was inundated by comments like, “You need to go back to wherever you came from, you dirty Muslim!” whenever he would try to stop a man from raping his sister.  Even the men’s sisters were hostile at first, because they would shout, “Mind your own business, you dirty Muslim!”  Valentine’s defense that he was actually Roman Catholic fell on deaf ears.

The St. Valentine’s Day Bowling Green Massacre

One day, walking down the street to his job as a pinsetter, Valentine heard cries from a woman yelling for help.  He was hesitant, since every other time he had tried to intervene in a rape he had been told off by both the victim, and her brother, but her cries sounded so sincere that he ran to her aid.

She and Valentine successfully fought off her brother.  As he helped the young woman to her feet, she embraced him in a hug of gratitude.  Unfortunately for Valentine, Kellyanne Conway just happened to be walking by at the time, and in a fit of rage over an obvious Muslim hugging a white woman, she reached into her purse and pulled out an AR-15, shooting Valentine, the woman, the rapist brother on the ground, fourteen innocent bystanders, a poodle, and conveniently for her boss, Michael Flynn.

After police searched the pockets of Valentine, they found this letter to a woman in Italy in his pocket.

Dearest Maria,

I am coming home.  America is not what it used to be.  The people here are crazy, uneducated, and revel in their ignorance.  I long to hold you once more in my arms.  I love you so very much, and though I was going to send for you once established here, it is clear to me that we could lead a far better life back home, or anywhere else, really.  

I guess I’ll just have to tell everyone in Italy first that I discovered the cure for every cancer ever.  

Yours always,

Street Valentino

Tips to make this the best St. Valentine’s Day ever

  1. Resist  
  2. Educate yourself
  3. Love
  4. Be kind
  5. Don’t just do it today
  6. Smile
  7. Enjoy life
  8. Tell people how you feel
  9. Turn off the television
  10. Check sources

Well, dear reader(s), I wish all of you a great and happy St. Valentine’s Day.  Remember that anything else you hear about this day is fake news, and my version of this story is to keep the country safe and shall not be questioned.

 

There Exists A World

Hello dear reader(s)!

As you can tell, if you are paying attention, I have been very inconsistent about my posting lately.  It is not as if I do not enjoy blog-type-thinging, or that I want my readership to return to the levels where it was just my mom, or that I am out living some kind of glorious and excitement-packed life packed full of excitement packs; I simply have been doing my best to unplug a little bit.

Because there exists a world out there.  One beyond our screens and angry internet comments.  One beyond the funny memes and great blog posts.  One where there is a lot of beautiful and fun things waiting to be experienced.  A world where people treat each other with respect and compassion, even as forces attempt to stop us.  A world where animals play near a beautiful river that cuts through some woods that may soon be cut down to make way for the newest shopping center.  A world where you can breathe the air on most days.

And I will be damned if I do not experience that world while I still can.

So while my health may not always allow me to get outside, on the days it does, I am going to try.  I am going to continue to smile at the people I see as I pass them.  Maybe they are angry, maybe they think that I am the enemy because I do not support the President or his administration, maybe they think I am a sinner; I will smile anyway.  I will show my humanity to this world every chance I get.

If you spend your life in front of a computer screen, you live in an ugly world.  If you think real life is represented in the comments section of an inflammatory story on the website of your local television news station, you have no clue what real life is all about.  There are people, just trying to get along, doing the best they can with what they have.  People of all ethnicities, of all classes, just trying to live their life in peace.  They do not care what you believe, what you do with your body, or what you do to survive.  They are too busy being worried about their own survival and that of their loved-ones.  Their biggest concern right now is whether or not they should participate in the commercially forced display of love that is Valentine’s Day.  They’re looking at their checking accounts wondering if they can afford that thing they want or need.

They care about you too.  If they knew, and really understood what their taxes were used for, and were not being misinformed by those with a vested interest in taking more of the share for themselves, they wouldn’t care if you needed those food stamps to help you get by.  If they weren’t constantly being subjected to the spin and fictional alternative facts of the corporate whores in power, they might not care that you self-medicate with marijuana instead of the legal vodka, prescriptions, or tobacco.   They do not really want to see you suffering.  Not out in the real world.

Hiding behind their computer screens, there are a lot of people who want to see you suffer.  There are a lot of evil people who think they want to see you die.  Out in the real world, those people rarely dare to make an appearance.  And when they do, the vast, vast majority of people rush to your assistance.

But the real world is rarely even that confrontational.  The conversations I have had with strangers in the real world go a little more like this:

Stranger:  I have never understood why they don’t staff more cashiers.  

Me:  It’s less expensive to make one person do the job that should be done by many.  This is why I wouldn’t even shop here if I could afford to go anywhere else.

Stranger:  That and the way they helped shut down local businesses.  

Me:  You got that right.

Stranger:  One time it was so bad in here, that my husband, who is usually very patient, just left his full cart right by the line and walked out.  I’ve never seen him so upset.  He didn’t say anything to the employees though, because he saw how busy they all were.  

Me:  Yeah, I feel really bad for most of them.  Occasionally, you’ll notice it is their own fault, but that rarely is the case.  {Noticing the line moving}  Finally!  I hope you have a great day!

Stranger:  You too!

And that is much more involved than usual.  That was an almost verbatim conversation I had the other day with a lady of another racial group at a big store that shall not be named but rhymes with Ball Fart.  Even more typical interactions with people go more like this:

Me:  Hi!  I’d like a number 4, with a large coke.

Stranger:  $7.42 at the window.

Me:  Thanks!

And then they repeat the total, I give them the money, they give me the food.  I thank them, wish them a nice day, they do the same, and I drive off.

It’s not that motherfucking hard to be a good person in the real world.

Online, there are people taking issue with everything you do.  That rarely happens in the real world.  Online, there are people who think that they are always right, and everyone else is always wrong.  That is rarely the case in the real world.

There exists a world out there, that is full of nature, full of smiles, and full of people just trying to get along.  And yes, bad things happen out in that world.  But out in that world, those bad things aren’t blown out of proportion and debated about whether or not they are actually bad.   There aren’t pundits brought in to give legitimacy to the motivations of whatever was bad.

I am not going away, I am not stopping this here blog-type-thing.  I am just taking a little time to remember that there exists world out there, while it still exists.


Don’t forget, there is a general strike being called for this Friday.  Get out in the world that day and do some good.

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Beauty

Hello dear reader(s)!

This morning, I sit at the table writing this post.  Not really sure where I want it to go, I just type what is on my mind.  I awoke with a smile on my face.  Memories of my dreams, as well as the day and evening I had yesterday were on my mind.  It is a little cold, but the warmth I feel inside seems to make the actual temperature far less important.

I lay in bed for a moment, reading and responding to my messages.  I noticed one of my cats on the top of the headboard looking as if she was waiting for me to stir in order to jump down.  Sure enough, she jumped down so I could pet her when I looked up at her.  My other cat, jealous, walked up from the foot of the bed for some love too.  The sounds of happy kitty purrs filled the air in my room.  I smiled a bit longer, and decided to get up.

I got up to begin my usual morning routine.  It used to bother me that I had such a routine in the morning, but now, I kind of like my little ritual.  Grab out my coffee machine, all the coffee stuff, and make it.  Grab a bagel or other breakfast treat and make that too.  Grab my computer and head out to this table where I babble onto a blank screen as I eat breakfast and drink my coffee.  My cats hover close by, waiting for me to get back up, wash out their dishes, and feed them.  I look out the window and watch the squirrels play in the backyard, and the flags from the small car lot behind the yard flutter in the cold wind.  And, despite the cars, the ugly red, white, and blue commercial flags advertising some never-ending fictional sale, I find it all very beautiful.  Despite the trash caught by the wind and glued against the other side of the chain link fence, I find it very beautiful.

The stupid flags, while ugly, make pretty patterns in a brisk wind.  The trash, while horrible, collects against the backside of the fence where it will be easy to pick up when they clear it.  It is as if nature is helping.  It also appears to be more paper than plastic, which makes me happy.  The squirrels playing remind me that even when wild animals regularly struggle for survival, there is fun to be had.  Plus, they are cute.  There are trees which will soon be turning the shade of green that signals they are are ready to grow new leaves and branches.  Even though they are still bare, they already appear lighter than they did a week or so ago.

It is cloudy, and grey.  But the light from the sun, filtered by the clouds creates a soft and beautiful glow through the windows.  I am a little sore this morning from all of the fun I had yesterday, and from being hunched over a stove and sink preparing my favorite meal.  It is the kind of sore you are actually happy to feel.  And I am missing someone, badly.  But I feel so lucky to know I will see her soon, and feel incredibly lucky to have someone in my life who I can miss so much.

I scroll through my Facebook and see a mass of posts about the Republican administration, the Republican Congress, and the horrible things they are doing.  Yet, the very fact those posts exist is a beautiful thing.  The people in my country are finally paying attention, and finally speaking out.  And while it may be too little, too late, just the massive display of people finally caring about something other than themselves or their new flat-screen televisions is a beautiful thing.  I see hope, that we can endure, and get back on the right track.  I think there is a lot more darkness yet to come, but for the first time since the election, I feel like the light will ultimately shine.  That is beautiful.

There is beauty to be found, if you look hard enough.  I am so very glad today that all of the times I wanted to give up, I continued to believe that I would be able to see it once more.

I hope that if any of you are on the verge of giving up, you can look for and see the beauty as a reason not to.  And if you can’t see it, I hope you don’t give up the belief that you’ll be able to.


 

There are calls for a general strike on February 17th.  It seems very loosely organized and perhaps a bit late in the planning, but I urge you all to participate anyway.  Do not be disheartened by the small participation in early events.  Things are just getting started and will only grow with each action.

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Posting Update

Hello dear reader(s)!

Right now, I’m sick to death of talking about Trump and his Republikanz.  I might still post about it when something major happens that really needs to be posted about, (by me), but fuck man, I don’t want to dwell too much on the takeover of our country by fascists until it is absolutely necessary.

The fact is, I am happy.   Really happy.  Happier than I’ve been in a long time.   Am I scared all that will be taken away?  Yeah.  Can I change that right now?   No.   Therefore, I am making the conscious decision to enjoy what I have while I can.

When they take away my Medicare or my disability, I’ll worry then. Right now, I have to live and hope they don’t.  I have to hope they don’t round us all up. I still have to enjoy life or else why live it?

So unless something is going down that isn’t already clear, I think I’ll just add a blurb about resisting Trump below each post, but will resume my regular, varied, crappy posts you have all come to know and despise.

Until next time dear reader(s),

Peace out.

 

 

The Real Way To Make America Great Again

Hello dear reader(s)!

America is not great.  Again.  We need to make it great.  Again.  It was supposed to be made great again by a man claiming he would make it great again.   Again.  That was done at a time when America, while not great, was pretty good.  Now, it is not great, again.  And it is not good.  America is bad.  Really bad.  Not even really bad in the good kind of way where you just want to spank it with the flogger.  Again, and again, and again.

But hope is not lost.  Neither is Hope.  Hope just got a new GPS system and reviewed it on her blog.  It seems like a pretty good deal, and you can click the non-existent link here, to be taken to a special offer for reader(s) of this here blog-type-thing if you use the exclusive promo code IFUCKINGLOVEGPS at checkout.  (Offer not valid.)

At any rate, there is still a chance that America can be made great.  Again.

(At any rate, there is still a chance that America can be made great.)

Very good.

Not now, of course, but soon.  Here is how.

  • I‘m envisioning a Designated Survivor scenario  Note:  I am not advocating for a Designated Survivor scenario, just saying it would be one of the fastest ways to get America back on track to all of the greatness making.  Maybe no Keifer Sutherland this time.  I’m thinking Elizabeth Warren somehow ends up being the go-to.
  • 2018 midterms  We overcome the gerrymandering, and all other manderings to wash away ze treasonous Republikanz in a blue wave.  Or maybe a tsunami comes and washes them all away.  That would be a blue wave too.  (One they might make happen, with their lack of care for the environment.)  We vote in the most progressive candidates running, and then we hold the trials.  Then we all go out for ice cream and watch otters play to help heal the wounds of this nation.  Because nobody can think about hate while watching otters.
  • Get money out of politics  All campaigns are financed by a guy named Joe who hangs out near the off-ramp of I-70 East.  Public officials are not allowed to carry cash.  No currency can change hands anywhere politics are discussed.  Politicians work solely for their love of country and are entitled to no salary.  Money is now out of politics.  Also, registered lobbyists are summarily executed in a public forum, which you can attend, for the low, low price of $24.95 payable by credit only as money has been taken out of politics.
  • Move election day  The most important month of campaigns occurs during football season, when most of the country is too stupid and brainwashed into caring about golden-boy Tommy and company and all the surrounding hype.  Conventions should take place after the Superbowl, and elections should happen prior to the Hall of Fame Game.  They should also be on a Sunday, because the Lord is resting that day and I’m sick of fucking Jesus and his abusive dad meddling in my politics.  Plus, you know, easier for people to get to the polls.
  • Fine the press for favoring candidates in terms of airtime  Create a multi-party coalition that ensures each candidate gets equal time in substantial campaign messages.  Also fine the press each time they are well-aware a piece of shit like Trump lies and they don’t call that piece of shit out on it.
  • Build a wall  Then build a few more.  Add rooftops.  Some plumbing and electric.  Some furniture.  Add the homeless.
  • Have a lot of sex and/or masturbate  It is hard to think about politics when you’re getting your ____ ______ as you’re hanging upside down from someone’s ____ with a ____ in your ____ while trying to smile for the camera.  I’ve heard.
  • Watch baby otters  I mean, come on.  Baby otters.  They are too damned cute.  Do you think this little guy cares that you are scared of people in other countries for no real reason?
  • Pass a law, officially changing our name from The United States to Great America  Be sure to pay the theme parks for the naming rights.
  • Quit being a bunch of ignorant, racist fucking inbred idiots  THAT would be great.

Well my dear reader(s), I hoped you enjoyed our time together today.  For all of us here at MyFridayBlog™, (me), goodnight.

 

 

Celebrating in the Dark

Hello dear revolutionary(s)!

What are you doing to resist?

If you’re like me, the answer, is probably, “Not a whole hell of a lot.”

Of sure, you might be speaking out on your social media.  You might have made phone calls to your Representative’s offices only to be brushed off.  You might be going to Starbucks in an attempt to counteract the fascist boycott of their business for daring to announce they will hire refugees, despite disliking their coffee and wanting to support local coffee instead.  You might have deleted Uber, if you ever used Uber and weren’t already anti-Uber for their union-busting and attempts to avoid any kind of responsible regulation for the safety of those who use their service.  You may have donated to the ACLU.  You have helped spread the word about what is happening.  You may have even shown up to a protest or two, or possibly even helped to organize one or more.

Now what?

Well, now it is time to celebrate.

Why?  Have we won?  Did we score an important victory?

Hahahaha!  No.

Not even close.

In fact, until there is a full-scale revolution (something that will not happen until those with the weapons of war are literally watching their families starve), this country is lost.  The Republicans are ignoring the Constitution.  They are changing the rules as they go.  There is no effective opposition, and any attempts at one have been successfully silenced or ignored.  Absolute power has been achieved, and any notion you have of being free is nothing more than a fantasy.

So why celebrate?

Because, for right now, you can.  You may not be able to soon.  Don’t listen to the memes going around trying to shame you for attempting to enjoy yourself during this time.  What else are you going to do?

Soon, the wonderfully erotic sex you enjoy may be illegal.  Soon, the music you listen to may be banned.  Soon, you will have no time to celebrate as the state demands more of your time for work in their service.  Soon, the beautiful light of the sun, filtered through clouds, will be obscured by thick layers of pollution.  Soon, you will not be healthy enough for celebration.

Do it now.  Celebrate now, while you still can.

Create art, write poetry, sing songs, and play music.  Leave record for those in the future that there is another way than that which brought us down.  Reach out to people with love.  Enjoy these days to the best of your ability, knowing what is coming.

Despite those who speak to the contrary, you can resist while having a good time.  It is okay to fill out stupid surveys on Facebook and to re-post articles about the atrocities the Republicans are committing.  The two actions are not mutually exclusive.

These are dark times.  But you are alive today.  Celebrate that.  Enjoying yourself is an act of resistance in and of itself.  They want people to get used to the idea that misery is acceptable.  Resist that.  Resist that life should be about work, hate, and obedience.  Celebrate today.



Hello dear reader(s)!

Today I have a doctor appointment.  It is a follow-up for my appendectomy.  Tomorrow, I have another appointment with my oncologist.  I have two large booklets of paperwork to fill out for each one, and I am getting really tired of it.

People do not know how much work goes into being sick.  The amount of trees felled for duplicate questionnaires and disclosures for my illness is depressing.  The amount of time I have spent dealing with patient registrations, pre-registrations, filling out forms, calling and responding to calls from medical office staff, and just waiting to actually see doctors once my appointment begins is like a having a full-time job in and of itself.

Despite this, I will celebrate when I can.  Today, until sundown on my path, is Imbolc.  I intend to celebrate the first signs of Spring, as they peek out from this cold and darkness.

As much crap is going on this world, I have plenty to be grateful for.  I will celebrate that while I can.

Good luck to us all.