You Goddamn Better Believe We Are Mad as Hell and We're not Going to Take It!

The COVID19  pandemic and the U.S.'s  bungled response to it has affected the mental health of everyone living in this country.  Perhaps it was never truer than this morning, when I read my sister's FaceBook post about masking up.

My older sister is mild-mannered and somewhat timid.  She does stand up for herself, but you have to really push her hard to get under her skin.  She does not like conflict and basically shies away from uncomfortable confrontations.  She's a nice person who has been treated badly by a few people in our family.  I don't understand how we ended up as sisters, because we are so very opposite.  Be that as it may, my sister is a sweet  person and not that many people would say that about me.......but those same people would pick me to be on their side in a fight.

So, this morning, after reading her "fed up" FaceBook post about people not wearing masks, and people politicizing a pandemic, I realized that most Americans are furious over the state of our country, the economy, the horrible president and the disastrous disarray of this country's pandemic response.  We're also mad about the fact that this country continues its decline daily and we are all losing something every single day.

WE ARE F*CKING MAD AND WE'RE NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE!

My sister has the unfortunate conundrum of having good friends whom are Trump supporters.  She, unlike me, would never dismiss those people with little more than a flip of a middle finger.  I have stated it many times, if you're a Trump supporter, I want you as far out of my life as I can get you.  I feel you are diseased, both mentally and with an STD.  That's right - I look at you as having a huge syphilis chancre on your face.  Whom, in this day and age, would let their syphilis go untreated?  Only Trump.  And his supporters.

I read one of her friend's FaceBook posts that welcomed people into her yard, not wearing masks and bringing all their weapons.  To this I say, God Help You.  May you not be one of the unfortunate people who will bury a child or a grandchild because of your cavalier, Trumpian philosophy and your disregard for science.  I know you were raised catholic, so you'd better get on your knees until they bleed and beg for forgiveness for threatening the health of all of your friends and family.  You are as bad as the pedophile priests you so worship.  And as for your weapons - well, shove one up there, sweetie, and pull the trigger.   Your stupid ass is unnecessary on this planet.

Another one of her friends complained that there was "no news - same shit, different day." Yes, Bitch - it is the same shit every day because of block heads like you, who refused to acknowledge the pandemic, confused wearing a mask with a constitutional right, and is so close to full-blown idiocy, I hope my sister never stands too close to your particular brand of crazy.    Please go back to Florida real soon.  It's your home......land of Disney Characters ---- almost all of them Goofy.

We're f*cking mad. We're not taking it anymore.  And the first thing the next administration is going to do is make you Trumpists pay, and pay dearly, through your taxes, for not having the sense God gave a gnat.  That's the only thing that REALLY hurts your Selfish Subset Mini-Culture of American Life.  So we are going to have a F*cking blast sticking it to you where it REALLY hurts.

In short, shut your cake holes, put a mask on, get off the Trump wagon of lunacy and do your part.  And THEN....... we're still coming after your money.

Can We Really Disagree - and Still Be Friends?

I, as most people do, tend to have friends with similar values and perspectives.  It's not that I can't be friends with radically different people - I am, and have learned much from their experiences - but not so much with my close friendships......the people I invite into my house for dinner.

The political signs saying "We can Disagree and Still be Friends" moves me to despair.  And here is why.

If you support Donald Trump at this stage of the game, you are okay with children being torn from their parents and caged at the border.

If you still support Donald Trump, you are okay with criminals getting pardoned for crimes against America.

If you still support Donald Trump, you are okay with incompetence, ineptitude and ignorance sitting in the oval office.

If you still support Donald Trump, you are okay with treasonous interference in our elections.

If you still support Donald Trump, you are okay with thousands of people dying because he failed to act during a worldwide pandemic.

If you still support Donald Trump, you are okay with sending your children back to school where they are most certainly going to be infected with COVID19.

If you still support Donald Trump at this stage of the game, you are saying to me that corruption, thievery and racism is perfectly acceptable in your world, and you actually admire it.

If you still support Donald Trump, environmental devastation does not bother you.

So, if you voted for Donald Trump in 2016, well, you just were too lazy and too ignorant to do your homework about him, and I can get over it and move on.

But if you are still supporting Donald Trump, I don't want you in my life.  I just can't stomach the kind of person you are, and I can't reconcile who you are with who I thought you were.

So if you still support Donald Trump, after all the catastrophic disaster created by one incompetent blunderer, I won't be inviting you over for dinner.  Ever.  I probably will miss you.  But I don't think I love you anymore.

America --- Come here for the Freedom - Die of COVID19

I really must take issue with all the Americans out there too stupid to look up the word "pandemic".

I really must tell you how despised you are by those of us who DO understand the word.

I really find the entire county to be devoid of sentient human beings.  If you have above average intelligence, living anywhere in America right now is a nightmare of being surrounded by people whom display disgusting stupidity, and they do it in the name of freedom.

Yes, here in America, you are FREE to be as STUPID as you want.

But you make everyone sick.

And that's who you are.  People who make other people sick. 

At least we know who you are now.  We can see your noses.

To Mask Or Not to Mask ---- That is the Difference Between Intelligence and Stupidity

Now that Donald Trump was almost successful in bringing down the destruction of the United States, let's take a look on how we'll fix it.

I, like many Americans, have been in my home since March ---- self-imposed isolation being important to my health and the health of my neighbors.

When I have had to venture anyplace, I've worn a mask (which is mandated by the City of New Orleans), but usually, I just stay home.  I am not so without imagination that I cannot enjoy the down time, even though I'm retired and most of my time is down time.  I have projects, I have reading and I am catching up on NetFlix movies.  My garden has never looked more lovely, my house has never been so clean, my meals have never been so creative.  In short, I am not upset that I can't go to a mall or a manicurist (things I rarely did anyhow).

But the whole "rights" thing associated with the masking of America has brought me to the edge of sanity.

We are mandated to wear seat belts.
We are mandated to stop at red lights.
We are mandated to not kill.
We are mandated to not steal.
We are mandated not to beat our children.
We are mandated to get vaccinated before going to public school.
We are mandated to wear clothes in public.
The list goes on ad infinitum.

Yet suddenly, we have a group of anti-maskers screaming about their rights - how they can't breathe - how this is fascist dictatorship.

I guess, if nothing else, this group of people might now start to understand how the mandates against abortion are ridiculously overstepping government's rights.

Here is what I have to say to this group of incredibly unintelligent, arrogant, narcissistic people:

1.  Get Over YOURSELVES.  Put a mask on.
2.  People are dying, over 130,000 of your fellow Americans, already.  Put a mask on.
3.  Don't want to be the planet's epicenter for the Covid 19 any longer. Put a mask on.
4.  Would not like to watch anyone die. (Actually, they must die alone).  Put a mask on.
5.  Care about your fellow citizens?  Put a mask on.
6.  Support Donald Trump in all his full-blown ignorance?  Put a mask on.

In short, people, put a MASK ON.

This Covid-19 virus is declaring open season on the unmasked.  So if you really want to get back to some semblance of normalcy, put a mask on and shut your ignorant mouths.  If you can't breathe - then die.  Alone.  Good Riddance.

F*ckerberg Kicks Me Off Facebook again - for stating the obvious

Have you actually looked at the people at a Trump Rally ---- or read the message on their clothing.

Let me give you an example:

Some beauty queen wore a shirt that said "Donald Trump can grab my pussy anytime".  And when I say beauty queen, I'm saying she could have won for Poppy Princess.  (That's a South Milwaukee insider joke.  Ask me about it.)

Regardless --- the people who attend Trump rallies are, for the most part, die-hard, swallowed the Kool-Aid, no political intelligence, pawns of a much larger and more well-organized scheme to turn this country into a Russian-like Oligarchy.  But we don't see the rich people behind the scenes.  We only see the, oh, what shall we call them?  Dumb F*cking Crackers?  Dentist-phobes?  Fat a$$ freaks?

So I said core Trump supporters are White Trash Assholes on Facebook, and I stand by that.  And the rich backers of this movement to destroy American Democracy are White Trash Assholes, too.

So Mr. Zuckerberg, you are a white trash asshole.  You are just like Donald Trump, and probably just as hated by almost as many people.

Kick me off Facebook.  It can't change who you are.  Cracker.

Required Reading

Today, The New York Times published the names of the first thousand people in American whom had died of Corona Virus.

I decided to read every name.  There are sixteen full page columns in a very small font.  I read the first column.  It took me five minutes.  Each name is accompanied by a brief statement of that person's life.   It will take me 80 minutes to read all of the names.  But I'm going to do it  I'm going to read all the names because these people weren't statistics, they were people, with lives, loves, fears, hopes and dreams.  They all had people whom loved them and whom they loved.

Perhaps the worst thing I've felt since the whole pandemic struck us down with a brutality few of us have ever known, is reducing deaths to a statistical number, and calling ourselves lucky that 100,000 lives lost is a good number.  It is not.

My heart breaks for the country.  For the ignorance that is sweeping the country in a mask-off chasm of  those being serious about not spreading the disease, and those whose freedom is marked by not  wearing a mask and carrying an assault weapon.

My heart breaks because America, our country, is so full of ignorant, self-absorbed, unconcerned people who would rather grasp at conspiracy theories being fed them by illegitimate news sources than don a mask, or stay at home.

My heart breaks because this once admirable country is nothing more than a greed feeding frenzy of billionaires while they rile many of us up into believing we're all having such a difficult time because we don't have enough Mexican children locked in cages, crying for their parents.  It is a great crime against humanity and one that will not go unnoticed by the historians.

The Corona Virus Pandemic has caused the end of America.  Most people don't see that yet, but I do.  And if this is what America is today, these horrible things I'm seeing on my news feed, then its good that its over.  We are nothing more than an evil empire whose time has come and gone.  We should be held accountable for our crimes against our fellow man.

I don't know what will rise from the ashes of America.  I'm slightly glad I'm getting older and closer to death so I won't be forced to watch the transformation.  Transformations of any kind are full of pain.

But I do worry for all the people left, especially the youngest members of my family.  We all deserve better than America.  And I'm so ashamed of this country for making me say that.

In Dreams

So here I am, Day 75 of the Corona Virus Lockdown.

I am somewhat bored, although I've taken to riding my bike through the now deserted streets of New Orleans with a whole lot less fear my bike will get painted white and I'll be dead.  I haven't ridden my bike since moving here.  So, let's call that a big win.  I forgot how much I like to ride my bike.  It's just pretty dangerous here in the land of stupid texting drivers.  It's been a real challenge to find a way from my house to Audubon Park and the bike trail, that isn't filled with man-eating potholes, but I have had fun mapping a zig-zag route.  There is a coffin sized hole in the street on Fern and Cohn.  I think a car actually went in it a few weeks ago, and people were badly hurt.  New Orleans has, as per usual, put an orange cone near it.  I digress, but honestly, my safety, and any bicyclists well-being, is not of utmost importance to any city council member.  In fact, it's not of any importance.

Where was I?

Oh yes.  In Dreams.

Dreams are funny things.  Mine are vivid, wild, remarkable (most of the time - some are very secret), memorable and I always feel like I got a free night at the movies and I liked the movie.  But lately, with this Corona Virus shutting down my normal avenues of fun, enjoyment and drinking venues, some of us are experiencing more sinister nocturnal visions than we're used to.  I have had a few bad nights with bad dreams......my husband yelling at me, my husband telling me he was leaving me for another.....my husband dying (that was the worst one - complete with me following an ambulance to Bay 3 of a Brick Morgue where they loaded him on a conveyor belt and sent him God knows where).  I'm not sure if that dream followed the one where he said he was leaving me, and I might have killed him.....just don't remember the sequence.  Kind of sounds like my initial reaction.  But dreams do not make sense mostly.  They reflect our subconscious thoughts and fears, wants and desires.

At least, that's what my husband, the psychologist, says.  I don't tell him all my dreams.  He's less interested in dreams than in what's going on when we're awake anyhow.  Psychiatrists and Psychotherapists are more interested in dreams.  But they're always poking their noses into your most private places.  They are the crotch-sniffing dogs of mental hygiene.

So my dream that was pretty awesome this week I just feel I have to share.  I had a date with Bob Dylan.

Bob Dylan!  Wow.  And he was the young, restless, revolutionary Bob Dylan and I was my young self too.  God, I love it when I dream I'm young again.  How we fail to appreciate all that beauty, zest and intensity when we're actually living it.

Bob came to pick me up and we went back to his rather nice basement apartment where he showed me a book of physics he was reading.  Somehow, Bob Dylan reading physics doesn't quite mesh, but he may well have an interest in physics, or else this was a metaphysical moment I was experiencing and Bob Dylan and I were actually talking. I told him about the great literature I enjoyed reading and then we were in a New Orleans club, dancing to some jazzy blues.

A very tall musician who was playing the jazzy blues asked me to dance and I danced with him, but I remember looking around to see if this was making Bob Dylan upset and feeling like a 15 year old girl, unfamiliar with the ways of dancing and boys in general.  This was the best dream I've had since the Corona Virus creeped into town and stole everyone's carefree.

I think it's worth noting that I remember the tall musician's body and arms around me more than I remember Bob Dylan's.

But I was young, and my hormones were raging.