Today’s very small triumph over life was untangling a certain northern utility bill kerfuffle. I won’t give you the gory details except to say that the old gal could certainly be a piece of work >wink< All’s well that ends well and I am blessed to have relatives who keep an eye on our family’s property when we’re not there.
I do not think I can watch the debate tonight.
If a certain candidate “wins” the debate by
lying etch-a-sketching and interrupting and talking over everybody and their special friend from Zephron III, I think I will go into hibernation for the duration.
If a certain candidate wins the election, I will move on but I will have my war paint on. You know the kind. And I will burn my damn bra. I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to do that anyway.
I shouldn’t have to do that stuff in this century. Restricting a woman’s access to contraception and choice will only put more poor people (and their children) onto welfare. And it will likely drop some middle-class folks off the ledge down into the “poor” category.
This candidate says he won’t do any of that stuff. But he is lying. States will still be able to enact restrictive laws and he will no doubt appoint conservative supreme court judges.
Maybe if more people would spend just a wee bit less time watching football or Here Comes Honey Boo Boo and at least listen to the sound bites throughout the campaign instead of waiting until the last month or so, they might catch on to some of the etch-a-sketching.
Disclaimer: I am not a feetsball fan but I *love* being on the Planet on feetsball Saturdays and I love the ambiance of a feetsball game on TV.
Disclaimer: I also love bad TV. I haven’t watched Honey Boo Boo (yet) but episodes of Toddlers and Tiaras got me through some rough nights alone at The Comm’s house when she was in hospice last winter.
Still, there are widely diverse sources of information (and mis-information) available everywhere. I wish more people would seek them out, read and analyze. I don’t even care if the end result is a different opinion than I have. Read, think, analyze. Well, maybe I do care. But.
Again. The Republican party that we have today is not your parents’ party. Lather, rinse, repeat.
I don’t know what The Comm is doing tonight. Probably laughing at me for having to grovel on the phone with Cloverland this morning. (Oh, okay, I didn’t have to grovel at all but I did say that I didn’t know what the heck my mother was doing…)
If The Comm is paying attention to polly-ticks down here in “Murrica”, I am sure she is disgusted enough to throw lightning bolts at Boca Raton.
This is not the party she chose in her youth. She (and my dad) had *compassion* for those who had less than us. And it didn’t take much for people to have less than us when I was a very young child.
I think she is probably too busy to throw lightning bolts though. Most likely, she and Radical Betty are sitting on the bridge of the Edmund Fitzgerald, drinking margaritas while the boyz try to beat out that old hot-rod Lincoln in the sky.
P.S. Here’s Lesley Gore, one of my all-time faves. She talks at the end, please listen to her.