The Ludicrous Odyssey of Scott Walker

Seriously - Scott Walker posturing for a presidential run?  Please pay attention, folks, you are actually seeing delusions of grandeur unfold right before your eyes.  Scott Walker has to be mentally ill if he actually believes he has any presidential potential.  For many of us in Wisconsin, he is the most disliked public figure to ever stand in front a podium and vomit ideology in place of intelligence.

The only reason Scott Walker got anywhere in his life is because he's a sell out pimp.  His political agenda is completely orchestrated by big business and bigger buttholes who have found in him a worthy puppet.  He is easily controlled and too stupid to understand that his ego is being stroked by one hand while the other inserts a bomb up his rectum.  God forbid this is presidential material.  Marionette material, yes; and the string pullers are the people to fear, here.  Scott Walker is too vapid to ever be a threat, but once you hook him to the rafters with corporate strings; well, that's a different story.

Take back America, and start by properly taxing corporations so they don't have the disposable income to buy the legislature.  The rich have been robbing the masses for far too long.  I say its time we start stealing from them.  Start by robbing them of your vote.  It's your most valuable asset.

What Fools these Wisconsinites Be

Well, job data is in and Scott Walker's promise to create 250,000 jobs is what we all, who didn't vote for him, knew at the beginning - NEVER going to happen.  In fact, Wisconsin is losing jobs daily.  In fact, no one would open a business in Wisconsin because of the fools in charge here.  We really ought to change our state motto to "America's Dummyland". 

I can't wait to leave this armpit of a state  --- Wisconsin makes Louisiana look like the epitome of ethical politics.  That, my friends, speaks volumes, because we all know that southern politics are enmeshed in corruption.

Well, what can you do?  The country is going down, and Wisconsin seems to be leading the march to its death.  I really am a little happy to see the United States faltering; we've been so arrogant, so empirical and so unfair for so long, one with any kind of moral consciousness welcomes the signposts that decline is at hand.  We know that democracy simply does not exist here any longer.  What we're left with is practically unspeakable. 

Yet, people like Scott Walker get elected.  I can only believe its because Wisconsinites are pretty damn stupid.  One does not buy a car based on the promises of the manufacturer.  One takes it for a test drive and does some research.  If the people in Wisconsin would do their homework, they would have known Scott Walker is an idiot, incapable of progressive thought.  But they didn't do their homework or research and now we're stuck with a total moron running the show. 

As long as ideology rules the day, idiots will rule the land. 

No one in politics has come up with an idea worth expanding in a long long time, except, maybe, Barack Obama and his health care plan.  But the people opposed to Obamacare will fight it because they are actually enjoying being robbed by insurance companies. 

When you don't even have a clue about who is sticking what to you, you are doomed to go down in flames.  Shame on the people of Wisconsin for being as dumb as they are.  That they are dumb by choice is a statement on the pathetic condition of Wisconsin's collective intellect.

Scott Walker Writing a Book?

Seriously?  The guy couldn't write a term paper (see flunked out of Marquette).

Jesus H. Christ.  H for Ha Ha Ha.

Scott Walker writing a book?  Well, well, well,  Do wonders never cease?  Do morons ever believe in their own limitations?  Of course, a Dubya Bush speechwriter is going to help him.  Rumor is, any word over four letters is beyond Walker's spelling ability.  I guess he did master "pander".  He had to.  A Bush speechwriter.  Well, doing a spin on weapons of mass destruction I guess qualifies a person as a writer, in some cheap imitation of life.

Let's think of some book titles that will work for me if Scott Walker is, indeed, going to be an author.  Hey --- he's a governor.  No one in their right mind would have ever believed that ten years ago.  Proof positive, Wisconsin's citizenry is seriously under the influence of LCD (latent cerebral decline).

Okay, here goes:

How to Turn A Grease Ball into a Governor

Politics for Dummies

What's That Smell?

The Skin Hole on My Pate

The Marionette of Madison

How to Drive to Madison in Five Easy Lessons

Proper Methods for Hating Poor People

Devil Son of a Minister

Tasteless

Clueless

Mendota Bound

Blame it on the Tosa Bosa

How to F*ck People with your Pants On

Cheesy and How to Attain It

Forked Tongue English

My Lazy Eye Matches my Lazy Mind

How to Hunt a Cougar.....or......Marriage Backward Style

How I Single-Handedly Brought Down the GOP

Just Believe

and my all time favorite:

Things are Getting Harder, I Wish I was Dead

The Club for Growth

Those bastions of corporate greed, the Koch Brothers, are flooding the airwaves here in Wisconsin with ads for Patience Roggensack, a fascist judge on Wisconsin's supreme court.  Of course they want to keep her, and people like her in high judicial positions; it can only benefit their varied and voracious business interests, to the detriment of the common good.

However, there is a very good candidate running against her; someone who stands for justice and not right wing rhetoric.  Fallone is the supreme court candidate to vote for in Wisconsin - not someone as cheap as Patience Roggensack, who is obviously for sale to the highest bidder. 

As for the Club for Growth --- the only thing they're growing is their bank accounts, their greed and their ever reaching political puppetry.  Do not believe, for a second, that these are sincere business men; they are overzealous megalomaniacs who will never satiate their desire for absolute control of your money.  Club for Growth???? --- trust me, you're not a member.  And you don't want to be.

Please contribute to sanity on April 2nd and vote for Fallone for Supreme Court.  If you honestly believe in the American system, than you can't possibly believe Patience Roggensack has any place in it.

Losing Tara

Tara and I had a very bad night; she woke me up at 2 a.m., stumbling, knocking things over, confused, blind.  In her fright, she had really made a mess of the downstairs and I was disinfecting floors until 3 a.m.  That's the least of it.  My husband was gone, and she sensed this and was obviously distraught over it.  It took two hours of petting and trying to soothe her before she fell asleep.  I fell asleep at about 4:30 a.m. and woke up when Tim called me at 8.  Tara does better in the morning, at least she is less confused, so she ate and we went for a walk......but the bad night will stay with me for a long time.  It is very hard when our animals are trying to tell us things and we are not getting it; just like when I was trying to soothe her, and she was having none of it.

At any rate, I called the vet and she is coming to end Tara's misery on April 1st.  We will try to make her as comfortable, relaxed and loved until then.  I cried all day today.  Had a horrible painting project to complete and managed to get through it because Tara was so exhausted, she slept on the sofa all afternoon.  The painting is complete and the stairwell looks clean and fresh.  I wish I did. 

Let me tell you the benefit of having a bipolar mother; she never would tolerate us having a dog; so Tara is my first experience with losing a dog.  It's ridiculously sorrowful.  I adopted Tara when her owner, Sherry, who was my best friend, died of breast cancer.  So I not only lose my dog, I lose my last connection to Sherry.

I believe, somehow, that all the animals we loved and cared for will be with us again.  They will be young and healthy and beautiful, like we all will be in my idea of a final manifestation.  No, not necessarily heaven, which sounds like a crowded, noisy place to me.  Don't really believe in heaven, but something about my earthbound experience makes me believe I will live forever, in some form or another.  And I hope to throw a ball for Tara again, and go swimming with her.  Right now, I'm just too sad.  March is my saddest month.  It always will be.

It Must Be Spring Somewhere

Winter is really dug in here in Wisconsin.  To stay, it would seem.  All of Wisconsin seems to be in an icy death grip by a season that just won't quit.

All of you out there in America's Dairyland who are as fed up as I am with this climate have my utmost sympathy.  I have a real bad case of cabin fever.  I hate white and gray, which were once two of my favorite colors.  The City of Milwaukee looks like a big greasy black snow cone.

It is a cruel month, to say the least, and every day the weatherman brings more. 

My cat's internal clock is telling him its spring; he meows at the backdoor and insists on being let out.  He has hibernated all winter; I've never seen anything sleep quite the way my cat sleeps all winter long.  Alas, he was outside for all of one minute today.  When I opened the back door he leaped in, clearing three steps in a single bound and made a beeline for my bed with its angora blanket, which someday I may actually get to use.  For the moment, it belongs to Muggle.  I don't have the heart to remove him from it.  As if he'd let me.

My dog is failing and it is time to address the fact her life is not good and we should help her.  My husband and I are heartbroken, but are slowly coming to terms with the loss of a good and faithful friend.  Still, she is sleeping on the floor, blind, confused, unhappy, and we are trying to resolve our own (somewhat selfish?) needs with what's best for her.  It is an unhappy moment when we lose one of our furry friends and we are procrastinating mightily.  I'm beginning to see that this is the height of insanity.  But we both have to be ready and willing to face the loss. 

Meanwhile, I will bless the day when I finally pack up and move out of this frozen wasteland to a southern climate.  I will make every attempt to never travel north of the Mason/Dixon line anytime from November to May.  I will make it my life's work to never ever see another snowflake as long as I live, unless it's on a mountain top which I'm viewing from a valley far below.  I will burn all my woolen mittens, scarves, winter coats, boots and hats.  I will spend the rest of my life wearing thin little cotton dresses and sandals and lamenting the heat.  My toes will be out; no more socks.  Ever.  I will drink hurricanes and mai tais and icy cold beers and bask in sunshine the rest of my natural born days.  Can't come soon enough.

Why We Love Leonard Cohen

I was fortunate to have a ticket to the Leonard Cohen concert this weekend; and the show was one of the best concerts I've ever been to.  Bear in mind, I'm a child of the sixties and seventies, and I've gone to a lot of concerts - some of which I even remember. 

I love Leonard Cohen because I hear with more than my ears his beautiful, yet dark poetry.  His words surround my heart.  I share Leonard Cohen's dismal view of humankind.  I feel Leonard Cohen's pain and I grasp, if not totally believe, Leonard Cohen's underlying spiritual belief that this will all pass. 

Leonard Cohen speaks to me because, like him, I choose not to ignore the plight of this planet.  I choose not to pretend love exists where clearly the message underneath is not love, but something sinister and self-serving.  In short, I look at the world with little delusion and very little forgiveness in my heart for those who perpetuate the fraud.

Leonard Cohen, despite being firmly grounded in the stark reality of the human experience, believes in the bright light of hope at the end of despair.  I, hard as this may be for some people to believe, also believe in this.  I'm just impatient after 61 years of dealing with the dark and sinister people who have crossed my path.  I feel emotionally exhausted and it would be much easier to just not care anymore.  But alas, care I must.  As with all of you, I'm cracked and damaged, but that's where the light gets in.  I love Leonard Cohen.  10,000 Kisses Deep.