I Thought…


…that having a Democratic win last night would make it easier to live in America.  Yes, the negativity and partisan bickering would still be here.  Yes, there would still be Christians trying to turn their religion into policy and legislation.  Yes, there would still be large number of hateful, fabricating far-right nut jobs.  But the democrats would have given them all a huge spanking and sent them to bed without dinner.  And they did.  Republicans were publicly spanked last night, and bad, because the race was so very close.  But this morning my Facebook is clogged with hateful posts, the negativity still exists, the partisan bickering.

I don’t know.  Being a Libertarian myself, I don’t get a huge surge of party affiliated pride, but I do take comfort in knowing that even though Obama will continue to present a lackluster performance compared with his campaign promises, at least there are enough people in this country who still believe in individual freedoms, who still care enough about social issues, to come out and vote for someone who doesn’t want to fill the pockets of the mega rich and deny gay people the right to marry.

Social issues were a much, much larger factor for me than economic issues.  Probably stupid but, hey, we who don’t make 250 thousand a year a used to a little financial discomfort.  Not as though Obama created it and I don’t really see how he was supposed to dig us out of the hole that Dick Cheney’s trained monkey put us in (and everyone before him – it’s never one president all on his own making problems, they work together).

As far as foreign policy goes, here’s my thinking:  We are fucking infants on the world’s stage.   We are giant babies with big lungs who have a tendency to stomp our feet and scream really loud.  That’s why we’re a major player.  We effect what goes on in the world because we just pull out our dicks (and our guns) and run in wherever we want without thinking of how it effects everyone else.  We need to knock that shit off and grow up or, please believe, there’s going to be a violin wailing while Washington burns.  We are the new Rome.  You’d think we’d learn a little something about hubris from them.

But whatever.  I am a white voter living in a red county, in a blue state, who voted for a black president and won.  Diversity is so fucking cool.  And guess what?  It doesn’t matter who’s president.  We’re going to go deeper into debt, less and less people are going to believe the conservative Christian rhetoric and more and more will stop voting to prevent others from having rights based on their own dogma.  For the far right community, their fears are a self-fulfilling prophecy.  The world is getting worse for them.  But it’s getting a fuck of a lot better over here in the center, where more and more people are conceding that we shouldn’t be worrying about forcing everyone to live the lifestyle we’ve chosen.

Why did I vote for Obama?  Because I’m a woman in a country where women and minorities are, both historically and currently, treated as second class citizens.  Romney wanted to overturn Roe v. Wade.  Fucking A.  That would have set the women’s rights movement back 39 years.  39 Years!  That’s unacceptable.  Sending women into back alleys with wire coat hangers because your god expects them to raise whatever life they’re impregnanted with, even in the case of rape or incest.  Unacceptable.  No.  Just no.

Okay.  I could go on all day long.  The point is that while I feel vindicated and just a twinge hopeful given that Obama captured both the popular vote and the electoral college, signifying a real change in thinking on social issues across the country, I’m still a Libertarian who loves everyone, including racial and ideological minorities, living in a very vitriolic red country.  I got what I wanted.  Romney went home with his tail between his legs, as all good liars should.  But nothing has changed, the rhetoric and blindness to reason are now even stronger among those who cling to them, and it was still close enough of a race to remind me that we have a long way to go as a country in developing true compassion and empathy for fellow human beings.

Oh well.  At least a little over half of us still have some sense.

Holy Shit…


…I have a blog.

And someday I’ll be a better blog mom.  I’m currently working on a collection of short stories.  I’m doing something else that’s been taking up a lot of time.  What was that thing I was doing?  Oh…yeah…raising twins.

But I ordered my Newtonmas cards today.  I’m anti-religion.  But if I were going to adhere to a strict set of dogmatic beliefs, it would be one of which Sheldon would approve.

Check these puppies out:

Stationery card
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Pretty schweddy, huh?

Around the House


I spend a lot of time in front of my kitchen window.  More now that I’m washing bottles several times a day.  I like my kitchen window.  I have a lot of cool stuff there.  A giant jar of spaghetti.  A bear carved out of a piece of wood with a chainsaw, who is holding two halves of a chestnut core that look like owl faces.  A bar of soap from Hawaii.  A bunch of spoons made out of…something.  A kitchen witch.  A deer antler that holds my hand towel.  Measuring spoons.  Lots of things.

 

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Around the House


I have too many things.  I’m forever worrying that A&E is going to show up on my front porch.  Cameras and therapists and those big, embarrassing 1-800-JUNK trucks that let all your neighbors know that you’re a filthy dirty hoarder.  

It’s not that bad.  My mother will tell you it is, but it’s not.  At all.  I don’t think so.  Neither do the Hoarders.  

Anyway, as I mentioned, I have some freakin’ cool stuff.  I’d like to share some of it with you.  I’ll try to do it every Sunday.  

This week:  The fort in my grapevines.  

Yep.  I have grapevines.  With a fort built into them.  It belongs to the little girls who live in the house behind me.  It’s not really clear whose grapevines these are…they could be theirs for all I know.  But theirs is a rental house, so the grapevines, if they’re not mine, would actually belong to the landlord.  And I’ve lived here five years and these grapevines have never, ever been tended.  Not by me.  Not by them.  Not by anyone except the birds.  And the birds are really bad at pulling all of the weeds out and getting rid of all the dead vines.  So these grapevines are really just a viper’s nest of foliage.  Great place for a fort.  Kind of wish I’d thought of it first.  ImageImage

 

I’m Going to Dye!


We had a nice evening away from the kiddos.  Grandma took one and Uncle took the other.  I got some new things for dyeing.  Made a couple of kinda cool shirts.  Good night.  They’re both back now.  My house is still a mess and I still have things I’d like to get done, but I’m glad I spent the night doing what I wanted rather than what I needed to do.  

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50 First Words: Bear


The prompt

This world is blue, here in the reinforced plastic tube into which we – he and I – are crowded, staring up at the tank of rippling water that swirls above us. Even one crack in our fiberglass bubble would turn the lot of us into the next three day news tragedy. Outside it’s a sweltering ninety six degrees and only getting hotter. Here we can forget. It’s blue. Ice blue.

“I think we should see other people,” he says, slender hands in the pockets of his skinny jeans. He never looks down from the ceiling. No one does. I nod. The silence slaps my cheeks. They redden. “Here it comes,” he says, pointing with thick knuckles to the liquid sky. We hold our breaths as the crystal air around us goes black, then cracks back to the frozen, unabashed glare of sunlight. The white bear swims back to the edge of the pool, climbs out, shakes. The crowd begins to shuffle toward the door. He turns, moves with them. I watch the water slowly settle. A new crowd is on its way in.

Batman Is, Apparently…(SPOILER ALERT)


…the new MacBeth.

Alfred:  Be careful, Mr. Wayne.  This young woman is about to ruin the film for anyone who hasn’t seen it yet, and actually gives a furry flying rat’s ass about it.

Batman:  Thank you, Alfred.  I’ll put her on my list of people to allow to be made collateral damage while fighting my next super-villain.  Who, in the town where she lives, is probably named something like “Captain Meth Head.”

Both, in unison:  Ah ha ha ha ha ha.

Alfred: (placing his gnarled, white gloved, old man claw lightly upon the caped crusader’s firm and supple, lycra-covered left buttock, whispers) I love you, Mr. Wayne.

Batman:  (stiffening…no, not in that way.  Perverts) Hey…did you just make a…did you just make a joke about…

Alfred: (not removing hand) About bats being nothing more than carriers of disease infested fleas, and who have been merely the lucky recipients of the evolutionary gift of flight, Mr. Wayne?

Batman:  (brows knitting slowly together beneath the molded neoprene brows of his pointy-ass mask, drawing out the word) Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhh….

Alfred:  I did, sir.

Batman:  (spinning around to sucker punch Alfred in his saggy, liver-spotted bicep) That’s for the bats.  (Roundhouse kicks Alfred to the inside of his right thigh) And that’s for grabbing my ass.  Y’old pervert.  (Stalks away into the darkness of the bat cave, cape trailing in the eerie moonlight glow that somehow penetrates a fucking cave).  Oh, and Alfred?

Alfred:  (doubled over wheezing) Yes, Mr. Wayne?

Batman:  Bring me up some Oreos and a caramel latte after I’ve had time to slip into the bubble bath, would you?Alfred:  My pleasure, Mr. Wayne.

I just…I have no idea why I just did that.  I can just be really tangential sometimes.  Anyway…

I was saying that Batman is the new Macbeth.  And I know that I’m using humor here and that there’s nothing funny about what happened in Colorado but…seriously?  Does anyone else see the connection?  This film is just basically ruined for everyone now.  Batman will always be regarded, from this day forward, as the epic film of the year that just fell flat on its face in front of the whole school at the Senior Prom.

Not only did Letterman ruin it for everyone, but now it will always be remembered as the movie that was the backdrop for a random act of terrible and senseless violence.  So:  (a) Batman will forever be associated with bad things happening to people and (b) no one is going to want to say the word “Batman” ever again.  Yep.  I’m still definitely drawing a parallel between Batman and MacBeth.  Just sayin’.

Sucks, dudes.


I like little assignments every day. I can write without the pressure of writing anything at all. I like this because I get permission to quit after 50 words, which is all my attention span can muster quite often. I’ll probably quit fairly quickly. But I’ll pretend I won’t and I’ll even try really hard not to.

First 50 Words - Prompts for Writing Practice

They are convinced they can drive, even though parking frightens them. The radio must play some head-banging, nerve jangling mayhem that makes a normal human want to scream. It’s better if the windows are down so they can shout out obscure jokes to passers-by. All the mirrors must be turned toward the faces of the humans in the car in order that they can inspect themselves with great regularity. There are teens in the car.

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “teens in the car.”

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