Senator Ron Johnson, aka Dumb A$$, has really ignited emotions here in Wisconsin again.
Comparing democrats to Marxists and Socialists, Ron Johnson has, once again, proven he has nothing to say worth hearing.
He likens the reelection of Barack Obama to a "body blow to Americans". I'm fairly certain Ron Johnson wouldn't know any kind of blow if it bit him in the A$$.
He also said the reelection was a "body blow to freedom". F*ck Ron Johnson. What would he know about freedom? His entire existence is based on keeping people poor, suppressed and enslaved. Unless, of course, you're a rich F*ck who stole everything you have.
Ron Johnson needs to be run out of Washington as soon as possible. That this moron took the place of Russ Feingold is a mind blow to all intelligent people everywhere.
Republicans are disgusting. Ron Johnson is one of the most disgusting of them all. This man's brain is a danger to all good people of the planet. Thank God its small.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Monday, February 11, 2013
Milwaukee vs. Chicago
Really, comparing Milwaukee to Chicago is like comparing Psy to Barbara Streisand. Just isn't any common ground.
Chicago is a real city; make no mistake about it. Milwaukee is like an old dog you think you should put to sleep, but it's been around for so long, you can't bring yourself to do it. Despite it's attempts, Milwaukee remains a very boring place filled with turduckens.
Chicago is vibrant; always something happening, always people out and about, always an amazing experience, whether you live there or just visit.
Granted, the crime rate is high in Chicago; poverty always begets crime, and there are large numbers of very poor people in Chicago; well, nearby. Chicago has become so trendy that bad neighborhoods are torn down and expensive condos take their place. Not exactly a good answer or a realistic approach to curing the ills of any great metropolis. An old housing project near Chinatown has been converted to expensive apartments. Sheesh.
Still, you can get anywhere in Chicago cheaply, be it cab, bus or subway. There are so many restaurant choices, you get full reading all the reviews. The museums are supreme. We ate at the top of the John Hancock building, on a clear night, so the views were simply awesome. I always go to the Art Institute to visit my favorite Jackson Pollack painting, and of course, get awed in roomful after roomful of impressionist art.
People are by far better looking in Chicago, and nicer. We left Chicago about 4 p.m. on a Sunday night. Thousands of people streaming down the major streets. We arrived back in Milwaukee about 6 p.m. and it looked like a ghost town. It is a ghost town, by comparison. I wish I could tell you what happened here, but I've no clue. Milwaukee just lost whatever it is that makes a city great. Sad. Sad that I live here. But oh so great that Chicago is just right down the road.
Chicago is a real city; make no mistake about it. Milwaukee is like an old dog you think you should put to sleep, but it's been around for so long, you can't bring yourself to do it. Despite it's attempts, Milwaukee remains a very boring place filled with turduckens.
Chicago is vibrant; always something happening, always people out and about, always an amazing experience, whether you live there or just visit.
Granted, the crime rate is high in Chicago; poverty always begets crime, and there are large numbers of very poor people in Chicago; well, nearby. Chicago has become so trendy that bad neighborhoods are torn down and expensive condos take their place. Not exactly a good answer or a realistic approach to curing the ills of any great metropolis. An old housing project near Chinatown has been converted to expensive apartments. Sheesh.
Still, you can get anywhere in Chicago cheaply, be it cab, bus or subway. There are so many restaurant choices, you get full reading all the reviews. The museums are supreme. We ate at the top of the John Hancock building, on a clear night, so the views were simply awesome. I always go to the Art Institute to visit my favorite Jackson Pollack painting, and of course, get awed in roomful after roomful of impressionist art.
People are by far better looking in Chicago, and nicer. We left Chicago about 4 p.m. on a Sunday night. Thousands of people streaming down the major streets. We arrived back in Milwaukee about 6 p.m. and it looked like a ghost town. It is a ghost town, by comparison. I wish I could tell you what happened here, but I've no clue. Milwaukee just lost whatever it is that makes a city great. Sad. Sad that I live here. But oh so great that Chicago is just right down the road.
Thursday, February 7, 2013
I Could Rent Myself Out as a Seeing-Eye Dog
My vision, post second surgery, is absolutely amazing. I am so very happy to have almost perfect vision again. Reading is accomplished through readers, but this will probably change as I go through the healing process.
I can't say enough wonderful things about my opthamologist. I will say it is remarkable when someone finds a path in life that makes them perfect at what they do, and if what they do is make other people's lives better, well, seems pretty close to an ideal to me. If you need a referral to a great eye physician, send me an e-mail.
Meanwhile, I'm going to Chicago this weekend to celebrate my eleventh wedding anniversary. That's almost as big a miracle as good eyesight. I tend to get very tired of people and their idiosyncrasies and move on. (This has cost me large sums of money in my life and explains my financial disarray. Well, that and the internal revenue sadists). My marital history is best described as mostly serial monogamy. Or it was. Been with the same man for eleven years married, and quite a few leading up to the actual exchange of vows. It's not that my husband's idiosyncrasies don't annoy me; it's just that he's constantly changing the menu and introducing new and pondersome behaviors. I find him more interesting than annoying. I guess that would be my advice to anyone considering marriage. Plus, he cooks well, and he constantly surprises me.....not always good surprises.....but suffice it to say, I am rarely bored. He is predictably unpredictable.
But, I digress. Going to Chicago and seeing Chicago with clear vision is going to be the highlight of this winter. Woo Hoo! Chicago is the only reason I've been able to tolerate living in Milwaukee all of these years. Shopping. Blues. Eating (dim sum in Chinatown --- be still my beating heart!). We're eating at a restaurant on top of the John Hancock building Saturday evening. Since we're in a blizzard-like weather pattern here in the mid west, we probably won't see a thing. But snowflakes will never look so good to me!
Now, I have a question for all of you. If anyone knows of a good doctor who can do for my face and body what my opthamologist did for my eyes, please send me his/her name immediately!
I can't say enough wonderful things about my opthamologist. I will say it is remarkable when someone finds a path in life that makes them perfect at what they do, and if what they do is make other people's lives better, well, seems pretty close to an ideal to me. If you need a referral to a great eye physician, send me an e-mail.
Meanwhile, I'm going to Chicago this weekend to celebrate my eleventh wedding anniversary. That's almost as big a miracle as good eyesight. I tend to get very tired of people and their idiosyncrasies and move on. (This has cost me large sums of money in my life and explains my financial disarray. Well, that and the internal revenue sadists). My marital history is best described as mostly serial monogamy. Or it was. Been with the same man for eleven years married, and quite a few leading up to the actual exchange of vows. It's not that my husband's idiosyncrasies don't annoy me; it's just that he's constantly changing the menu and introducing new and pondersome behaviors. I find him more interesting than annoying. I guess that would be my advice to anyone considering marriage. Plus, he cooks well, and he constantly surprises me.....not always good surprises.....but suffice it to say, I am rarely bored. He is predictably unpredictable.
But, I digress. Going to Chicago and seeing Chicago with clear vision is going to be the highlight of this winter. Woo Hoo! Chicago is the only reason I've been able to tolerate living in Milwaukee all of these years. Shopping. Blues. Eating (dim sum in Chinatown --- be still my beating heart!). We're eating at a restaurant on top of the John Hancock building Saturday evening. Since we're in a blizzard-like weather pattern here in the mid west, we probably won't see a thing. But snowflakes will never look so good to me!
Now, I have a question for all of you. If anyone knows of a good doctor who can do for my face and body what my opthamologist did for my eyes, please send me his/her name immediately!
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Sheriff Clarke Oddly Silent - Let's Hope It Lasts
After a lot of press, Sheriff Clarke's office has gone oddly silent. I'm sure it's not because he wants to, but someone in that office must have told him he was making a proper fool of himself. Not that Sheriff Clarke would believe THAT! And pity the poor messenger who gave him the information.
Still, the Sheriff has been quiet as a little clam this past week after stirring up the entire nation with a lot of crazy talk.
Let's write a few Public Service Announcement that Sheriff Clarke can sink his teeth into and get on the air:
PSA #1. Hello Folks out there in Milwaukee-land. I don't like criminals; even the misdemeanor kind, so if you get sent to one of my facilities because you were shoplifting, I'm going to feed you mystery meat called Nutriloaf, and I will not allow you to be rehabilitated. I don't believe in rehabilitation. I don't want any criminal earning a high school diploma or job skill on my watch. Got it???? Cuz I'm a tough guy. Cuz I'm kinda like God. Cuz I get to pick and choose who to be mean to.
PSA #2. I've been perpetrating a great lie. I run as a democrat. But I ain't no democrat. I'm a tea-party republican. Remember this when you vote in the next election. I AM the elephant in the room!
PSA #3. Hello Milwaukee County denizens. I just want you to know that the Sheriff's Department in Milwaukee County has the greatest number of thefts and items that go missing in all of the departments for all of Milwaukee County. I am, effectively, asleep at the wheel! Don't wake me, though. I'm a cranky pants when you try to wake me up.
Still, the Sheriff has been quiet as a little clam this past week after stirring up the entire nation with a lot of crazy talk.
Let's write a few Public Service Announcement that Sheriff Clarke can sink his teeth into and get on the air:
PSA #1. Hello Folks out there in Milwaukee-land. I don't like criminals; even the misdemeanor kind, so if you get sent to one of my facilities because you were shoplifting, I'm going to feed you mystery meat called Nutriloaf, and I will not allow you to be rehabilitated. I don't believe in rehabilitation. I don't want any criminal earning a high school diploma or job skill on my watch. Got it???? Cuz I'm a tough guy. Cuz I'm kinda like God. Cuz I get to pick and choose who to be mean to.
PSA #2. I've been perpetrating a great lie. I run as a democrat. But I ain't no democrat. I'm a tea-party republican. Remember this when you vote in the next election. I AM the elephant in the room!
PSA #3. Hello Milwaukee County denizens. I just want you to know that the Sheriff's Department in Milwaukee County has the greatest number of thefts and items that go missing in all of the departments for all of Milwaukee County. I am, effectively, asleep at the wheel! Don't wake me, though. I'm a cranky pants when you try to wake me up.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
GO RAVENS
Superbowl Sunday, 5:31 p.m.
I predict the Baltimore Ravens as the Superbowl winnters in 2013.
Don't know why --- but I believe they are the team this year!
Go RAVENS!!!!!!!!
I predict the Baltimore Ravens as the Superbowl winnters in 2013.
Don't know why --- but I believe they are the team this year!
Go RAVENS!!!!!!!!
Sheriff Clarke -- UNFIT?
To quote my uncle, one of the first UDT team members in World War II, You Betcha!
Stan Stujkovic, in The Milwaukee Journal today, brings up several valid points on why Sheriff Clarke is unfit.
Summarizing:
He promotes gun violence and vigilantism.
He always wants to be in the public eye and enjoys grandstanding, always auditioning for some role that seems to only exist in his jumbled conscious.
He cries all the time over budget cuts (like the rest of us aren't facing downsizing and looking for ways to trim the fat out of our monetary diets), yet off he goes to every conference available in a nice location.
He stretches any fact to suit a personal belief he may hold, i.e., that the 911 system is not a good idea , or at least, not as good an idea as pulling out your firearm and shooting someone. He says this because his budget was cut and he lost some deputy positions.
He does not have the respect of his underlings, and is, in fact, a punitive, nasty leader who lets it all get personal, making decisions about staff that end up in the courts, costing the taxpayers a $hitload of money.
He doesn't get along with judges and other county leaders. He is of the opinion that his opinion is all that matters. These days, his opinion, along with his mental stability, is seriously in question.
I agree with Mr. Stojkovic; Sheriff Clarke is an abysmal failure.
Let me remind you of an instance of Sheriff Clarke's behavior in the not so distant past.
He was driving home during a snow storm. Sees a motorist stuck on an off ramp, and pushes his car off the ramp with his own vehicle (county issued). He then calls one of his deputies to assist the motorist so he can continue with whatever the hell the Sheriff does on his off time. The deputy notes there are open alcohol containers in the pushee's vehicle, and that the driver is drunk. She arrests him and writes up the ticket. Sheriff Clarke then puts this poor deputy into the disciplinary process and makes her life a hell for years for "embarrassing" him. Sheriff Clarke needs no help in embarrassing himself. He's a perfect a$$ and he needs to get kicked out of what should be an important position, but has recently become a laughable and accurate impression of a Barney Fife mentality.
Abysmal failure? Check. Cartoon mentality? Check. Unhappy Milwaukeeans everywhere with this clown in office? Absolute certainty.
Stan Stujkovic, in The Milwaukee Journal today, brings up several valid points on why Sheriff Clarke is unfit.
Summarizing:
He promotes gun violence and vigilantism.
He always wants to be in the public eye and enjoys grandstanding, always auditioning for some role that seems to only exist in his jumbled conscious.
He cries all the time over budget cuts (like the rest of us aren't facing downsizing and looking for ways to trim the fat out of our monetary diets), yet off he goes to every conference available in a nice location.
He stretches any fact to suit a personal belief he may hold, i.e., that the 911 system is not a good idea , or at least, not as good an idea as pulling out your firearm and shooting someone. He says this because his budget was cut and he lost some deputy positions.
He does not have the respect of his underlings, and is, in fact, a punitive, nasty leader who lets it all get personal, making decisions about staff that end up in the courts, costing the taxpayers a $hitload of money.
He doesn't get along with judges and other county leaders. He is of the opinion that his opinion is all that matters. These days, his opinion, along with his mental stability, is seriously in question.
I agree with Mr. Stojkovic; Sheriff Clarke is an abysmal failure.
Let me remind you of an instance of Sheriff Clarke's behavior in the not so distant past.
He was driving home during a snow storm. Sees a motorist stuck on an off ramp, and pushes his car off the ramp with his own vehicle (county issued). He then calls one of his deputies to assist the motorist so he can continue with whatever the hell the Sheriff does on his off time. The deputy notes there are open alcohol containers in the pushee's vehicle, and that the driver is drunk. She arrests him and writes up the ticket. Sheriff Clarke then puts this poor deputy into the disciplinary process and makes her life a hell for years for "embarrassing" him. Sheriff Clarke needs no help in embarrassing himself. He's a perfect a$$ and he needs to get kicked out of what should be an important position, but has recently become a laughable and accurate impression of a Barney Fife mentality.
Abysmal failure? Check. Cartoon mentality? Check. Unhappy Milwaukeeans everywhere with this clown in office? Absolute certainty.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Ground Hog Day
Well, if the groundhog sees his shadow today here in Milwaukee, I'm personally going over to the zoo and choking it to death.
Well, not really. But the thought of six more weeks of winter is about as awful a thought as Scott Walker and Sheriff Clarke winning future elections.
I plan to move to New Orleans in 2016. Can't come soon enough. Everyday, my husband gives me a report on the temperature in the big easy. Truthfully, it makes me so upset. I've lived here all my life, which equates to I've been an idiot all my adult life. Why didn't I leave when I had the chance? Because I was broke? One thing that is absolutely certain is that you can be broke anywhere, so you might as well be broke someplace nice. Ah, well. Perhaps I didn't have the courage to pick up and leave all that was familiar, even if all that was familiar was super annoying.
I am sick of being cold. I used to ski, used to pray for tons and tons of snow, but I don't anymore because of various concussions and injuries suffered in the past. I'm always a gung-ho kind of person, never taking the reasonable path, but always throwing caution to the wind. Gung ho is interchangeable with stupid, I guess. At any rate, despite my rapidly deteriorating body, my mind still thinks I'm twenty, so it is a bad mesh and I keep risks to a minimum by staying off skis. Thrill seeker personalities are the last ones to realize they've grown old. I took up golf. Sheesh. Replacing physical torture with mental torture. Unfortunately, golf cannot happen in the winter.
At any rate, Happy February 2nd - we are definitely turning the corner toward spring, now. There are many things to look forward to! For me - I can file for social security on April 28th, 90 days before my 62nd birthday. That's a wonderful feeling. I wouldn't exactly call it free money, having been enslaved by various employers most of my life, but it is money that will magically appear in my bank account every 30 days, and make that New Orleans dream one step closer, one month at a time.
It's pretty white here in Milwaukee today, snowing and no sun. But I know there is a flower blooming somewhere south of the Mason/Dixon line just begging my nose to come and smell it. And definitely a Hurricane waiting for me at the Old Absinthe House!
Well, not really. But the thought of six more weeks of winter is about as awful a thought as Scott Walker and Sheriff Clarke winning future elections.
I plan to move to New Orleans in 2016. Can't come soon enough. Everyday, my husband gives me a report on the temperature in the big easy. Truthfully, it makes me so upset. I've lived here all my life, which equates to I've been an idiot all my adult life. Why didn't I leave when I had the chance? Because I was broke? One thing that is absolutely certain is that you can be broke anywhere, so you might as well be broke someplace nice. Ah, well. Perhaps I didn't have the courage to pick up and leave all that was familiar, even if all that was familiar was super annoying.
I am sick of being cold. I used to ski, used to pray for tons and tons of snow, but I don't anymore because of various concussions and injuries suffered in the past. I'm always a gung-ho kind of person, never taking the reasonable path, but always throwing caution to the wind. Gung ho is interchangeable with stupid, I guess. At any rate, despite my rapidly deteriorating body, my mind still thinks I'm twenty, so it is a bad mesh and I keep risks to a minimum by staying off skis. Thrill seeker personalities are the last ones to realize they've grown old. I took up golf. Sheesh. Replacing physical torture with mental torture. Unfortunately, golf cannot happen in the winter.
At any rate, Happy February 2nd - we are definitely turning the corner toward spring, now. There are many things to look forward to! For me - I can file for social security on April 28th, 90 days before my 62nd birthday. That's a wonderful feeling. I wouldn't exactly call it free money, having been enslaved by various employers most of my life, but it is money that will magically appear in my bank account every 30 days, and make that New Orleans dream one step closer, one month at a time.
It's pretty white here in Milwaukee today, snowing and no sun. But I know there is a flower blooming somewhere south of the Mason/Dixon line just begging my nose to come and smell it. And definitely a Hurricane waiting for me at the Old Absinthe House!
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