A giant chunk of federal mortagage relief funds will be diverted to close State of Wisconsin budget gaps.
Huh? What budget gaps?
Walker "balanced the budget". Isn't that what he's always saying? Is it really necessary or prudent to rob people who have already lost their homes, yet again? I guess all's fair in hate and totalitarian politics.
Walker is the Reverse Robin Hood. He steals from the poor to pacify the rich. What I wouldn't give for a lightening bolt to strike him dumb. Oh yeah, waste of energy. He couldn't get any dumber. At any rate, I hereby dub the guv'nor as Ostrich Hood. His head is buried up to his gullet, and not in sand. This is what happens when you kiss your own a$$ too frequently; you ultimately end up eating your own $hit.
Walker will, unfortunately, get a whole lot more greedy. But that just makes him a typical American. Still, as I sit here and watch the disintegration of the United States because of people like Scott Walker and his supporters, I can't help but admire Karl Marx. He sure nailed it. Capitalism most definitely is collapsing. And not a moment too soon.
Friday, June 29, 2012
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Health Care for Everyone
In Costa Rica, definitely a third world country but with a great big first class heart, everyone has health care. Just like they do in Canada. So why the big outrage that supposedly the richest country in the world wants to offer health insurance to all of its citizens? Costa Rica has been providing this service for years. Canada for decades. England. Sweden.
In Costa Rica, one quarter of the nation's land is set aside for environmental protection. Maybe had we done that here, Colorado Springs wouldn't be burning and California wouldn't be on the very edge of total environmental catastrophe.
In America, everything is about money....how much it costs, who can afford it, how much we make, how much we spend, and what we "possess".
Perhaps this tunnel vision has caused us to be a nation of morbidly stupid people. The rich steps on the middle class, the middle class steps on the poor, and everybody seems to think that all this is just fine. American life, as usual. But it is not just fine. If you think I'm wrong, then you're just hiding from the fact that another big economic meltdown is on the way to America, courtesy of the corporations and the politicians in their pockets. It won't be so easy to survive after that; and the cause is not because a compassionate president made a decision to care for the health of the United States citizenry. It will be because the corporations can't make the obscenely greedy profits they once reaped off the sweat, blood and death of Joe Average.
I'm glad I have off shore investments. You should get some money out of here, too. Because the United States cannot survive in its current incarnation. And that, my friend, IS a good thing. I'm going to rethink living in New Orleans. Costa Rica is a benevolent and thoughtful nation. They truly have a reason to feel good about themselves. I can't find one here.
In Costa Rica, one quarter of the nation's land is set aside for environmental protection. Maybe had we done that here, Colorado Springs wouldn't be burning and California wouldn't be on the very edge of total environmental catastrophe.
In America, everything is about money....how much it costs, who can afford it, how much we make, how much we spend, and what we "possess".
Perhaps this tunnel vision has caused us to be a nation of morbidly stupid people. The rich steps on the middle class, the middle class steps on the poor, and everybody seems to think that all this is just fine. American life, as usual. But it is not just fine. If you think I'm wrong, then you're just hiding from the fact that another big economic meltdown is on the way to America, courtesy of the corporations and the politicians in their pockets. It won't be so easy to survive after that; and the cause is not because a compassionate president made a decision to care for the health of the United States citizenry. It will be because the corporations can't make the obscenely greedy profits they once reaped off the sweat, blood and death of Joe Average.
I'm glad I have off shore investments. You should get some money out of here, too. Because the United States cannot survive in its current incarnation. And that, my friend, IS a good thing. I'm going to rethink living in New Orleans. Costa Rica is a benevolent and thoughtful nation. They truly have a reason to feel good about themselves. I can't find one here.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Summer Reunions
One of my favorite cousins is in town from New Mexico, so she, her sister and daughter and I all went out for Mexican food for lunch.
Aye ca rumba, I guess it was my idea to get the large pitcher of strawberry margaritas. It was a good idea. We had wonderful conversation, catching up, and remembering all the childhood moments that made us who we are.
I love my cousins; they fill the void in my life left by my estranged sisters. One cousin said, "resolve the issues"; but there aren't really any issues to resolve. Life is short, but not so short one has to tolerate truly unkind behavior or emotional abuse. In the name of peace, I just keep my distance. But I'm glad I have my cousins. I felt a little bit like I had to justify the estrangement, but then I realized, I didn't. It is what it is. No one is any the worse for wear with that particular lack of a sisterhood relationship. In fact, I've never been better. I hope I can stay that way. I'm sorry that my original family is not a family at all......but I also know it's not my fault nor is it a situation I can fix, or even want to fix. I've attained a comfortably numb peace with things the way they are.
I guess a lot of families end up like mine, estranged, distant, barely speaking anything but the most polite civilities. And its okay. I've found my family. I hope they've found theirs.
Aye ca rumba, I guess it was my idea to get the large pitcher of strawberry margaritas. It was a good idea. We had wonderful conversation, catching up, and remembering all the childhood moments that made us who we are.
I love my cousins; they fill the void in my life left by my estranged sisters. One cousin said, "resolve the issues"; but there aren't really any issues to resolve. Life is short, but not so short one has to tolerate truly unkind behavior or emotional abuse. In the name of peace, I just keep my distance. But I'm glad I have my cousins. I felt a little bit like I had to justify the estrangement, but then I realized, I didn't. It is what it is. No one is any the worse for wear with that particular lack of a sisterhood relationship. In fact, I've never been better. I hope I can stay that way. I'm sorry that my original family is not a family at all......but I also know it's not my fault nor is it a situation I can fix, or even want to fix. I've attained a comfortably numb peace with things the way they are.
I guess a lot of families end up like mine, estranged, distant, barely speaking anything but the most polite civilities. And its okay. I've found my family. I hope they've found theirs.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Ouch I Hurt Myself
Great. Fell down, and no, I was neither drunk nor stoned. Now I have to sit with ice packs. Read two newspapers this morning, finished a novel, tried to watch television and now I'm forced to write because I cannot walk The novel I finished was neither particularly interesting nor well written. Got published, though. Made me feel like the publishing industry is in some kind of creative fog. Still, I read the whole novel. Boredom.
I fell down a step. I sprained my left ankle and landed on my right kneecap. I was wearing the wrong shoes. I miss my old self, who was graceful and lithe. And thin. And young. And quite fetching, some said. Jesus, I need a wheelchair. For real. We live our lives and then we become dependent on apparatuses. Apparati? Medical equipment. F*ck.
My husband is away and the best version of walking I can come up with is the limping left club foot drag trying to keep up with the unbendable right peg leg kick. It is a sad little sidle, wherein I make crab like and painfully slow progression. Adding insult to injury, I'm so stiff I appear to have been someones favorite b*tch in cell block nine. I am not kidding, I need a wheelchair. But I don't have one. Of course, I live in America, so I can just call an 800 number and one will be delivered to my door. As long as I have insurance and a MasterCard. Master. Card. Sheesh, could they be more blatant? I know I'm a slave. Somehow, the spin is that it's prestigious to be a slave.
Does anyone think the United States has slipped into a very bad malaise, from which it might never recover? Did the United States slip and fall and injure itself so egregiously that it, too, is practically crippled? All the kings horses.....and all that? If so, we should coddle the baby and not throw her out with the bath water.
We all know there is:
"No political solution." This should be the battle cry of the new revolutionaries.
Or perhaps, "I flat out refuse and you can't f*cking make me".
Or my super angry personal favorite, "Take that MF!".
I'm a little stir crazy today. Guess I'll go work on my novel. How hard can it be?
I fell down a step. I sprained my left ankle and landed on my right kneecap. I was wearing the wrong shoes. I miss my old self, who was graceful and lithe. And thin. And young. And quite fetching, some said. Jesus, I need a wheelchair. For real. We live our lives and then we become dependent on apparatuses. Apparati? Medical equipment. F*ck.
My husband is away and the best version of walking I can come up with is the limping left club foot drag trying to keep up with the unbendable right peg leg kick. It is a sad little sidle, wherein I make crab like and painfully slow progression. Adding insult to injury, I'm so stiff I appear to have been someones favorite b*tch in cell block nine. I am not kidding, I need a wheelchair. But I don't have one. Of course, I live in America, so I can just call an 800 number and one will be delivered to my door. As long as I have insurance and a MasterCard. Master. Card. Sheesh, could they be more blatant? I know I'm a slave. Somehow, the spin is that it's prestigious to be a slave.
Does anyone think the United States has slipped into a very bad malaise, from which it might never recover? Did the United States slip and fall and injure itself so egregiously that it, too, is practically crippled? All the kings horses.....and all that? If so, we should coddle the baby and not throw her out with the bath water.
We all know there is:
"No political solution." This should be the battle cry of the new revolutionaries.
Or perhaps, "I flat out refuse and you can't f*cking make me".
Or my super angry personal favorite, "Take that MF!".
I'm a little stir crazy today. Guess I'll go work on my novel. How hard can it be?
Saturday, June 23, 2012
The Sunny Side of My Personality
Yes, I might actually have a sunny side to my personality. It's hard to find, though. I just keep seeing the negative, bleak side of all things. To my credit, there are far more opportunities to see things for what they are, i.e., mountains of crap, rather than scratching the dirt in hopes of digging up some glimmer of nice.
But today I will try. Let's see. Good things?
Pizza is still totally satisfying. I'm going to have one tonight.
I have never defiled a child
I have managed to avoid familial relationships, which in my family, only leads to abuse of those with an honest nature. I can't beat the liars, but I'll be damned if I'll join them.
I am successful in relinquishing cigarettes thus far.
I ALWAYS wear clean underwear.
I adore picnics, especially the fried chicken kind.
Men (albeit older men) still flirt with me.
So, see, I managed to list half a dozen things that prove I can rejoice in simple things and look on the sunny side of life.
But my favorite color will always be black.
But today I will try. Let's see. Good things?
Pizza is still totally satisfying. I'm going to have one tonight.
I have never defiled a child
I have managed to avoid familial relationships, which in my family, only leads to abuse of those with an honest nature. I can't beat the liars, but I'll be damned if I'll join them.
I am successful in relinquishing cigarettes thus far.
I ALWAYS wear clean underwear.
I adore picnics, especially the fried chicken kind.
Men (albeit older men) still flirt with me.
So, see, I managed to list half a dozen things that prove I can rejoice in simple things and look on the sunny side of life.
But my favorite color will always be black.
Friday, June 22, 2012
I Like To Be In America!
Reasons to love living in America.
1. I don't need to be smart; the government will tell me what to think.
2. I have access to any ridiculous amount of useless junk made in China.
3. If I have rotten garbage to wrap, almost every newspaper in the country is up to the task.
4. The air, water and ground is tainted, insuring me low cost at the grocery store.
5. If I get sick, I'll be treated immediately, as soon as I come up with the co-pay.
6. The government is all up in my womb, making it possible for me to get f*cked without taking my clothes off.
7. Pornography is totally legal, I can watch it or take part in it. Of course, American porn is actually big business.
8. I am American, therefore, I have the holy right to destroy other cultures in my quest for resources.
9. I can drive my cheaply made American car on any number of roads that will take me any number of places, anytime I can afford the gas. I do, however, stay off bridges because I don't trust the infrastructure, at all.
10. My favorite reason for being American? I can be STUPID and still be valued by my fellow Americans.
1. I don't need to be smart; the government will tell me what to think.
2. I have access to any ridiculous amount of useless junk made in China.
3. If I have rotten garbage to wrap, almost every newspaper in the country is up to the task.
4. The air, water and ground is tainted, insuring me low cost at the grocery store.
5. If I get sick, I'll be treated immediately, as soon as I come up with the co-pay.
6. The government is all up in my womb, making it possible for me to get f*cked without taking my clothes off.
7. Pornography is totally legal, I can watch it or take part in it. Of course, American porn is actually big business.
8. I am American, therefore, I have the holy right to destroy other cultures in my quest for resources.
9. I can drive my cheaply made American car on any number of roads that will take me any number of places, anytime I can afford the gas. I do, however, stay off bridges because I don't trust the infrastructure, at all.
10. My favorite reason for being American? I can be STUPID and still be valued by my fellow Americans.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
What the F*ck Ever
I've been sitting here, depressed, about this country, its politics and its people, when it occurs to me, again, that there never is going to be a political solution. So I should just give up feeling bad that Wisconsin's governor is on the same intellectual plane as your common, garden variety, turnip. We Wisconsinites, after all, are Farmers.......why shouldn't we all resemble root vegetables?
And the United States is, indeed, the people of Walmart. Fat asses, bad fashion choices and sow's ears dressed up like silk purses. I don't care what your socio-economic level is, or how much you don't pay in taxes. You are the people of Walmart. You are ridiculous in your quest for the material miracle. Drop to your bloody knees and worship your real God -- no one could ever accuse you of having a false God! This is who you are. No aisle in which to buy a soul, poor you, and even if there was, you would be blinded by all that is shiny.
And the rest of the people of the world? Caught up in their own cultural devotions. All ridiculous. All designed to devour downward on the food chain. Why am I on this ridiculous planet. How did I get left here to fend for myself in all this discord, disbelief, dishonesty?
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And the United States is, indeed, the people of Walmart. Fat asses, bad fashion choices and sow's ears dressed up like silk purses. I don't care what your socio-economic level is, or how much you don't pay in taxes. You are the people of Walmart. You are ridiculous in your quest for the material miracle. Drop to your bloody knees and worship your real God -- no one could ever accuse you of having a false God! This is who you are. No aisle in which to buy a soul, poor you, and even if there was, you would be blinded by all that is shiny.
And the rest of the people of the world? Caught up in their own cultural devotions. All ridiculous. All designed to devour downward on the food chain. Why am I on this ridiculous planet. How did I get left here to fend for myself in all this discord, disbelief, dishonesty?
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