As my bag of tissue fills up, *sniff sniff* … *atchoooo*, so I’ve been home sick, horizontal fading in and out between old Time Team specials, or vertical in my chair perusing the news, as it steamrolled through. Which of course also means that Pika Poo had my undivided attention, and spent her time between my lap, or skidding o’er the vinyl floor after a … Continue reading Truth And Lies In A Time Of Selfies
Who knew, eh, that when we hire jackals who profit from the unchecked predatory natures of wealthy men and their patriarchal stench of their desires, believing themselves above the law, who knew that associating with these stink piles could backfire? Who knew that hiring a scumbag who willingly makes cushy deals with wealthy hustlers that rape and traffic young girls and children could come back … Continue reading The Predator President And The Pedophile And All The Other Stuff That Happened This Week That Made My Blood Boil
For the last few days I’ve avoided it, couldn’t focus on it as it just didn’t feel, I don’t know, writable I guess? Or, not coherent enough to in any way make sense, cause, I am still wrestling with it, and pushed it off to the side, sitting on the stoop instead on my days off watching the sunshine dapple the shade of my woodland … Continue reading Of Truths Truer Than Truthiness And Trump
So, another Mueller Friday began with a bang and a pre-dawn arrest of Roger Stone with a tv crew to capture the fluorescent FBI logo on their flack jackets making their way across his front lawn. Continue reading The Rise And Fall Of The Lunatic Fringe
That crooked man with little hands, wants to build a wall to divide and conquer his crooked land, and who among them has the will to stand against him? I understand, sure, democracy is messy, you can lose it all for nothing, or for everything, it is as imperfect as the people allow it to be, or not to be, it always comes down to … Continue reading Meadowlands Of Democracy
When I was in grade 6 my best friend was a girl named Sue. I remember the day she showed up in class, as we all turned to the back of the room, and in through the door had walked this girl, with overalls over a beige and black striped shirt, with a mass of curly black hair on her head, wary dark brown eyes, … Continue reading Times That Try The Soul Are These
Thankfully I live in a world far, far away from the wild, wild west in the capital of that land of my birth down yonder. So we sit back in our armchairs, sofa side, somewhere on the outside looking in and watch dumbfounded at the daily spectacle, indictments, and of course sentencing hearings that veer off into the shrubbery, or as Ari Melber from MSNBC … Continue reading Just The Ranting Of A Frustrated Libtard
These waiting periods, waiting for a bus, on a bus waiting to get to where I’m going, they’ve become a sort of opportunity to think, as I’m generally not the chic standing there with her nose to her phone, usually. But, like sketchpad mind dumps for me, waiting becomes a time to reflect, to get this stuff out of my thoughts. A time for me … Continue reading Deep Thoughts At A Bus Stop
I woke up before the alarm, well before the alarm, but it was the second time since I’d gone to bed the night before just after midnight. I don’t remember my dreams, and so I can’t say what had me tossing and turning all night, and both times that I awoke, words and more words swirled and dove and confused, out of order, making no … Continue reading Some Day A Long Time From Now
“Sticks and stones will break your bones but words will never hurt you”. Remember that one? In today’s world that saying would be considered the somewhat trite advice in our world of anti-bullying, anti-harassment and so forth, and not at all to say those are bad things, they were necessary things. The value of our words, the power words can have, is probably more significant … Continue reading My Word, Your Word, His Word
As some politicians in Washington seem to forget, women did not get the vote because they stood on the sidelines and asked nicely. Heck no, they marched, and chanted, and did what it took to convince the male establishment that they were serious, and it did not happen overnight, it took years. “Be militant in your own way! Those of you who can break windows, … Continue reading Bias Robed In Black And No Is Not Enough
Well, yes, we have entered the twilight zone, I will certainly agree with Kavanaugh on that. So, ok, all started out rather innocently, flipping through the stories of the day and came across this little tidbit that I didn’t know, that, get this, both Rod Rosenstein and Brett Kavanaugh worked with Ken Starr during the Clinton years, well, shiver me timbers. Fate? Maybe…irony? Just dessert? Both … Continue reading Oh, Those Inconvenient Twists Of Fate
Come bounding down the stairs at work this afternoon, bursting with it, big smile on my face, so blawdy happy the one other American born co-worker was there to tell. Yeah, so the whole not watching any vids after work didn’t go so well. I couldn’t help it, seriously. I mean, Manafort, cooperating “fully and truthfully” with Mueller, in a completely open-ended agreement, to testify, … Continue reading The Hill Is Alive With The Sound Of Him Singing
by PaulaB 