Lately, I just feel like I'm going around and around in circles and I keep hearing a whooshing noise. Sort of like I'm being flushed, along with every other American citizen.
We're all being flushed down the toilet of American politics. It's so very disheartening, but I guess it's inevitable, since this country is disintegrating rapidly. There will be more emergency sessions to fix the problems; more election turmoils and more finger pointing and ass kissing, surely. But the fact is, the United States of America can't hold on....not in it's current, or any of it's past states.
Not that long ago, Sarah Palin was a vice presidential political appointee who quickly opened her mouth and proved herself to be little more than a right-wing hack whom no one could possibly take seriously because she was so obviously the antithesis of intelligence. I believe she single-handedly lost the election for John McCain, thank God, by the by.
But all of a sudden, Sarah Palin is more popular than Thanksgiving turkey. She has a reality show that everyone tunes into, and somehow has managed to spin her natural, outdoorsy and down-home, folksy self into a nationwide belief that this has EVERYTHING to do with governing a nation. I catch fish in my lake, I hike in the Wisconsin north woods, I enjoy swimming in the ocean and I wear plaid shirts. However, I'm firmly of the opinion that this does not qualify me as a candidate for potential leader of the free world. Sarah Palin had her five minutes of fame, and now she's determined to turn that brief encounter into a career. She's one-dimensional and egomaniacal. She would have to be an egomaniac to believe she has anything serious going on upstairs.
Please, someone explain to me when and how Sarah Palin stopped being a political joke and people started taking her, and her lofty ambitions to the oval office, seriously. Whoosh, I hear that sound. Maybe the toilet I keep hearing flush is actually the American citizenry's sanity making a run for the border.
And George Dubya Bush writing a book that's become a bestseller? Jesus Christ, Mary and Joseph, a book titled "Decision Points". The only decision George Bush ever made that could be considered reasonable was his choice to start drinking alcohol again. At least he could live with himself and the financial destruction he brought to this nation with that one. George Bush didn't make any decisions during his presidency. Karl Rove made all the decisions for George Bush. Why doesn't anyone know this anymore? How do these hacks continually reinvent themselves and how does a nation of supposedly intelligent and industrious people buy this BULLSHIT????? And it is BULLSHIT!!!!! Someone send Bush a case of Glenfiddich so he can go back to doing what he does best.
I watched John McCain on television this morning attempting to resurrect the cold war between Russia and the United States. Does McCain not get that the Soviet Union failed (much the same way America will)? Apparently he does not. Mr. McCain, being a Republican, wants to take things backward, as do all Republicans. Backward means they can use those same tired tricks to stump the American public into thinking the GOP has their best interests at heart. Republicans are fundamentally unable to look forward, everything must revert to the past for them. That's where they're comfortable. That's where all rich old white men are comfortable. I seriously am thinking of starting a campaign to get rid of the rich old white men who rule this land. I'll call it:
"If You Love America, Please Do Your Part. Kill Yourself".
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Happy Thanksgiving!
I wish all of my readers a very happy Thanksgiving.
Take a moment to remember, today, all of the many blessings in your life and all of the reasons you have to be thankful. And just to keep you honest, try to remember all of the things you've done in your life that have made people less than thankful you're around.....and correct those things in the future!
Work like a dog.
Eat like a pig.
Watch football until your eyes pop out and then sleep like a log.
Gobble Gobble.
Take a moment to remember, today, all of the many blessings in your life and all of the reasons you have to be thankful. And just to keep you honest, try to remember all of the things you've done in your life that have made people less than thankful you're around.....and correct those things in the future!
Work like a dog.
Eat like a pig.
Watch football until your eyes pop out and then sleep like a log.
Gobble Gobble.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Holidays --- Sometimes Not All They're Cracked Up to Be
I was reading Philip Chard's article in the Milwaukee Journal, Out of My Mind, and was happy to see an assessment of family situations. Depending on what kind of family you grew up in, that experience pretty much defines you. There are, thankfully in my case, exceptions.
Chard speaks about healthy and unhealthy families. He goes on to say:
"Healthy families demonstrate an attribute called 'beneficial cohesiveness'. From an interpersonal standpoint, people in such families stick together in a good way. Cohesive families demonstrate largely harmonious interactions, and when they do have conficts, they are addressed openly and respectfully. Family members exhibit emotional warmth, empathy and caring. Finally, a healthy family is a flexible one; in other words, it is not like boot camp."
I have very little experience with this kind of family, except as an outside observer.
What does Chard say about dysfunctional families?
Unhealthy families come in two variations, enmeshed or disengaged.
In an enmeshed family, relationships with parents and siblings were characterized by considerable hostility, lots of meddling in each other's affairs, and 'harmful cohesiveness' -- meaning they stuck together in a damaging way. While these families sometimes share affection, it is usually short-lived and often abruptly replaced by anger and accusations.
I experience my family as emotionally dangerous and unpredictable. I've learned to keep my head down and avoid interacting because of the negative behaviors associated with all of the relationships between my siblings.
Chard goes on to say that the other kind of unhealthy family (disengaged) is "typified by relationships that are emotionally cold, controlling and distant. It tends to crank out children who are angry, aggressive, alienated and basically who feel unloved."
No matter what kind of family you came from, you are part of that psychological inheritance.
This Thanksgiving I will sit at the table and give thanks for the family I married into and the children and grandchildren I was blessed with.
I will offer a prayer for the family I came from that they will someday know peace and harmony in their lives on a daily basis.
I am so very thankful that I chose not to be a part of the misery my family embodies any longer, and I wish I could tell my siblings how to rearrange their thought processes and leave that wretched childhood experience in the past. But it's one of those things we have to figure out for ourselves, and I pray they do.
Chard speaks about healthy and unhealthy families. He goes on to say:
"Healthy families demonstrate an attribute called 'beneficial cohesiveness'. From an interpersonal standpoint, people in such families stick together in a good way. Cohesive families demonstrate largely harmonious interactions, and when they do have conficts, they are addressed openly and respectfully. Family members exhibit emotional warmth, empathy and caring. Finally, a healthy family is a flexible one; in other words, it is not like boot camp."
I have very little experience with this kind of family, except as an outside observer.
What does Chard say about dysfunctional families?
Unhealthy families come in two variations, enmeshed or disengaged.
In an enmeshed family, relationships with parents and siblings were characterized by considerable hostility, lots of meddling in each other's affairs, and 'harmful cohesiveness' -- meaning they stuck together in a damaging way. While these families sometimes share affection, it is usually short-lived and often abruptly replaced by anger and accusations.
I experience my family as emotionally dangerous and unpredictable. I've learned to keep my head down and avoid interacting because of the negative behaviors associated with all of the relationships between my siblings.
Chard goes on to say that the other kind of unhealthy family (disengaged) is "typified by relationships that are emotionally cold, controlling and distant. It tends to crank out children who are angry, aggressive, alienated and basically who feel unloved."
No matter what kind of family you came from, you are part of that psychological inheritance.
This Thanksgiving I will sit at the table and give thanks for the family I married into and the children and grandchildren I was blessed with.
I will offer a prayer for the family I came from that they will someday know peace and harmony in their lives on a daily basis.
I am so very thankful that I chose not to be a part of the misery my family embodies any longer, and I wish I could tell my siblings how to rearrange their thought processes and leave that wretched childhood experience in the past. But it's one of those things we have to figure out for ourselves, and I pray they do.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Nothing to Say???
Well, Scott Walker hasn't bleated in a few days.
I guess he got off on the wrong foot, with his outrageous demands for a halt to Wisconsin government, and his adamantly stupid rants about stopping the high speed rail.
Now all that special interest money behind him can't really afford for him to show himself as the horse's behind that he is.....at least so soon. So, they must have admonished him to shut up until they could find something intelligent for him to say. That's going to take awhile, and no matter what they come up with, Walker won't look or sound intelligent saying it.
Come on Walker. Say something. We all are dying for your shrunken head to speak.
I guess he got off on the wrong foot, with his outrageous demands for a halt to Wisconsin government, and his adamantly stupid rants about stopping the high speed rail.
Now all that special interest money behind him can't really afford for him to show himself as the horse's behind that he is.....at least so soon. So, they must have admonished him to shut up until they could find something intelligent for him to say. That's going to take awhile, and no matter what they come up with, Walker won't look or sound intelligent saying it.
Come on Walker. Say something. We all are dying for your shrunken head to speak.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
They Call Bad Doctors "Quacks" Don't They?
I am always interested in the origin of words in the English Language. But it's Sunday morning, and I don't feel like doing any research. So, I'm going to make up my own story about how the word "Quack" came to describe lousy doctors.
In 1743, a German physician, Herr Docktor Adolph Hopsinger, paid a hut call to Peter Von Bunberger's residence because all of Peter's children were sick. Herr Docktor was somewhat of a tippler, and he arrived at 2 in the afternoon, somewhat drunk. Von Bunberger's children had tonsillitis, scurvy, ear aches and scabies. Herr Docktor thought he'd give them all a tonic he'd bought in Munich that promised to cure everything, because Herr Docktor was incapable, on his own, of curing anything. Beside that, he was drunk enough so that he just wanted a quick fix so he could go home and take a nap.....maybe have a nice piece of struedel his fat wife was baking.
Unfortunately, when Herr Docktor retrieved the tonic from his bag, he failed to notice it was the wrong bottle. He administered several tablespoons of horse liniment to the children, by mouth, who promptly died. Peter Von Bunberger was upset and refused to pay Herr Docktor, but Herr Docktor was bigger and roundly clocked him in the chin. Von Bunberger went out to get a shovel to bury his children, and returned with an eider down duck as payment. Herr Docktor promptly shoved the duck inside his capote, and left the house, but not before Von Bunberger smacked him on the back of his head with the shovel, causing him to fall forward, striking his head on a large rock. The eider down duck somewhat broke his fall, but Herr Docktor's head was pretty soft from all that imbibery, and he promptly died. When Herr Docktor landed on top of the duck on his way to his death, the duck let out a resounding and annoyed "Quack" at the top of his little duck lungs before running back to the safety of the barn. The name stuck and the rest is history. Well, fractured history, but I like it.
So why don't we have a name for bad politicians, like Scott Walker? I hereby institute one.
Let's see, animal sounds seems to be the flavor du jour. Pigs oink. Horses whinney. Mules bay. Bullfrogs croak. Fish flop. Elephants bellow. Lions Roar. Crickets scrape. Cat's meow. Dogs bark. Birds tweet and monkeys screech.
We have a donkey representing republicans and an elephant representing republicans. For political hacks, like Scott Walker, I hereby designate the goat as their symbol. Goats bleat, talking a lot and saying very little. They have those very strong horns to protect their soft little heads. They are followers, not leaders.
Anytime Scott Walker opens his mouth, it'll be a bleat, followed by a horned head butt, sort of like cats do when they want your attention. It fits. I like it. It is somewhat of a dishonor to goats, whom I like very much, but to actually pick an animal that fits how incompetent Scott Walker is, well, it would have to be an amoeba, and I don't know if they make a noise.
So please, bleat away Walker Baby. Then butt your head, and continue to follow the small misguided minority of rich folks who actually run this rapidly failing heap of a country. I'm anxiously waiting for all the fodder you will provide for this blog.
In 1743, a German physician, Herr Docktor Adolph Hopsinger, paid a hut call to Peter Von Bunberger's residence because all of Peter's children were sick. Herr Docktor was somewhat of a tippler, and he arrived at 2 in the afternoon, somewhat drunk. Von Bunberger's children had tonsillitis, scurvy, ear aches and scabies. Herr Docktor thought he'd give them all a tonic he'd bought in Munich that promised to cure everything, because Herr Docktor was incapable, on his own, of curing anything. Beside that, he was drunk enough so that he just wanted a quick fix so he could go home and take a nap.....maybe have a nice piece of struedel his fat wife was baking.
Unfortunately, when Herr Docktor retrieved the tonic from his bag, he failed to notice it was the wrong bottle. He administered several tablespoons of horse liniment to the children, by mouth, who promptly died. Peter Von Bunberger was upset and refused to pay Herr Docktor, but Herr Docktor was bigger and roundly clocked him in the chin. Von Bunberger went out to get a shovel to bury his children, and returned with an eider down duck as payment. Herr Docktor promptly shoved the duck inside his capote, and left the house, but not before Von Bunberger smacked him on the back of his head with the shovel, causing him to fall forward, striking his head on a large rock. The eider down duck somewhat broke his fall, but Herr Docktor's head was pretty soft from all that imbibery, and he promptly died. When Herr Docktor landed on top of the duck on his way to his death, the duck let out a resounding and annoyed "Quack" at the top of his little duck lungs before running back to the safety of the barn. The name stuck and the rest is history. Well, fractured history, but I like it.
So why don't we have a name for bad politicians, like Scott Walker? I hereby institute one.
Let's see, animal sounds seems to be the flavor du jour. Pigs oink. Horses whinney. Mules bay. Bullfrogs croak. Fish flop. Elephants bellow. Lions Roar. Crickets scrape. Cat's meow. Dogs bark. Birds tweet and monkeys screech.
We have a donkey representing republicans and an elephant representing republicans. For political hacks, like Scott Walker, I hereby designate the goat as their symbol. Goats bleat, talking a lot and saying very little. They have those very strong horns to protect their soft little heads. They are followers, not leaders.
Anytime Scott Walker opens his mouth, it'll be a bleat, followed by a horned head butt, sort of like cats do when they want your attention. It fits. I like it. It is somewhat of a dishonor to goats, whom I like very much, but to actually pick an animal that fits how incompetent Scott Walker is, well, it would have to be an amoeba, and I don't know if they make a noise.
So please, bleat away Walker Baby. Then butt your head, and continue to follow the small misguided minority of rich folks who actually run this rapidly failing heap of a country. I'm anxiously waiting for all the fodder you will provide for this blog.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Emperor Walker
Okay, so not only is the governor-elect a completely undereducated, incompetent political administrator, he is also a megalomaniac.
Mr. Walker is asking Governor (STILL GOVERNOR) Jim Doyle to put a hold on state government until he can take office. Hello. On what grounds does Emperor Walker stand ..... the hallowed ground of the misintended? Emperor Walker is not interested in governing the State of Wisconsin, he is only interested in promoting the agenda of the Republican Party, that is to say, the Party of Status Quo. No progress. No growth. No vision. Keep the rich rich, make more poor people so the rich can stay rich.
Wisconsin is on a bad road......heading for the same type of gung-ho, empty-headed politics as the State of Texas. Texas.....it gave us such wondrous people as George Dubya Bush. No one has to remember back too far what a fool George Dubya Bush was, as Governor of Texas (where they executed mentally retarded individuals) and as President, where his decision to invade Iraq cost (and is still costing) trillions of dollars and thousands of lives.
So send a message to Emperor Walker. You'll get your chance to f*ck everything up soon enough, no need to start early. The damage you are capable of will surely become evident in the next four years. It's evident already. Please let a sensible governor finish his term before you take over Madison and infuriate every thoughtful citizen of this once great state.
Surely there is more damage you can do in Milwaukee County. Your thirst for power is mind-boggling. You are a camel whose been in the desert of local politics for far too long. Your itching to get to that watering hole and prove to your party that you are the right man to f*ck up the works.
You certainly are....no argument from me there.
Emperor Walker is coming. And he's hungry!!!!
Mr. Walker is asking Governor (STILL GOVERNOR) Jim Doyle to put a hold on state government until he can take office. Hello. On what grounds does Emperor Walker stand ..... the hallowed ground of the misintended? Emperor Walker is not interested in governing the State of Wisconsin, he is only interested in promoting the agenda of the Republican Party, that is to say, the Party of Status Quo. No progress. No growth. No vision. Keep the rich rich, make more poor people so the rich can stay rich.
Wisconsin is on a bad road......heading for the same type of gung-ho, empty-headed politics as the State of Texas. Texas.....it gave us such wondrous people as George Dubya Bush. No one has to remember back too far what a fool George Dubya Bush was, as Governor of Texas (where they executed mentally retarded individuals) and as President, where his decision to invade Iraq cost (and is still costing) trillions of dollars and thousands of lives.
So send a message to Emperor Walker. You'll get your chance to f*ck everything up soon enough, no need to start early. The damage you are capable of will surely become evident in the next four years. It's evident already. Please let a sensible governor finish his term before you take over Madison and infuriate every thoughtful citizen of this once great state.
Surely there is more damage you can do in Milwaukee County. Your thirst for power is mind-boggling. You are a camel whose been in the desert of local politics for far too long. Your itching to get to that watering hole and prove to your party that you are the right man to f*ck up the works.
You certainly are....no argument from me there.
Emperor Walker is coming. And he's hungry!!!!
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Halloween Candy is my Nemesis
I've just eaten another handful of candy corn, one of my favorites. I've crunched Kit Kats, devoured Three Musketeers, snarfed Snickers, put away Peanut Butter Cups like they were a cure for everything, chomped Twizzlers and basically, have become the most hallowed and huge halloween candy pig of leftovers.
I wish I could stop. Someone needs to remove this candy from my house, immediately. I've lived on nothing but candy for a couple of days now. Oh, I pretend I'm hungry when my husband serves me supper, but I'm so full of sugar and chocolate, I secretly feed the dog under the table anything healthy, and head to the secret stash as soon as my husband is not looking.
It's a terrible life, the life of a candy addict. We have no dignity, we will snatch candy from baby's hands. We will consume our weight in red licorice. We will lie to get candy and we will lie about how much candy we actually get. We will try and quit cold turkey constantly, but we will always find a gas station or candy store ready to serve our desires.
Sometimes I dream about candy. Flowers are romantic, but give me a bag of penny candy and I will fulfill your wildest fantasy. That little brown bag holding all those unknown treasures is more than I can handle. I love Belgian chocolate and I love Red Hot Atomic Fireballs. I am no candy connosiur, any candy will do, although gummy candy tends to be at the bottom of my list. Still, I'll eat it.
In the Food Pyramid, Candy is at the top for me. Candy Candy Candy. Can't get enough. I need sugar rehab.
I wish I could stop. Someone needs to remove this candy from my house, immediately. I've lived on nothing but candy for a couple of days now. Oh, I pretend I'm hungry when my husband serves me supper, but I'm so full of sugar and chocolate, I secretly feed the dog under the table anything healthy, and head to the secret stash as soon as my husband is not looking.
It's a terrible life, the life of a candy addict. We have no dignity, we will snatch candy from baby's hands. We will consume our weight in red licorice. We will lie to get candy and we will lie about how much candy we actually get. We will try and quit cold turkey constantly, but we will always find a gas station or candy store ready to serve our desires.
Sometimes I dream about candy. Flowers are romantic, but give me a bag of penny candy and I will fulfill your wildest fantasy. That little brown bag holding all those unknown treasures is more than I can handle. I love Belgian chocolate and I love Red Hot Atomic Fireballs. I am no candy connosiur, any candy will do, although gummy candy tends to be at the bottom of my list. Still, I'll eat it.
In the Food Pyramid, Candy is at the top for me. Candy Candy Candy. Can't get enough. I need sugar rehab.
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