If any post deserves to go viral today, this piece by Jan Wilberg most certainly does. Go read the original at http://redswrap.wordpress.com and share it from her site. You can tell I don’t understand all the workings of reblogging, just make it so. Thanks.
Trump likes it that this bomb stuff is happening. He’s like a teenage arsonist sitting in a grove of trees watching the neighbor’s barn burn down. He’s not sorry, not for a single second, he wants to see it burn. That’s why he went there with gasoline and matches.
The barn burning makes him feel happy and powerful. After all, other people don’t have the nerve to douse a hay-filled barn with gasoline and strike a dozen matches. They’d chicken out, just talk about it, brag in advance and threaten but never actually set something like that in motion. A real fire? Real destruction? No, that’s too much.
For them, maybe, but not for the teenage arsonist.
So Trump comes to Wisconsin tonight, starts his speech reading something John Kelly wrote for him about how his job as President is to keep the country safe and how the federal government…
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What a terrific piece by elladotlife.wordpress.com.
Yes, lets imagine a world WITHOUT MUSLIMS, shall we?
Without Muslims you wouldn’t have:
It was a Muslim who realized that light ENTERS our eyes, unlike the Greeks who thought we EMITTED rays, and so invented a camera from this discovery.
It was a Muslim who first tried to FLY in 852, even though it is the Wright Brothers who have taken the credit.
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Damned straight. Great piece by Jan Wilberg.
What just happened was inevitable so we shouldn’t be acting like a tsunami crashed over us while we were sleeping. Oh my God! What just happened? All that water!
The Republicans won the election. And before I get a slew of comments about how Donald Trump didn’t really win because he lost the popular vote, let me say this. He won. They won. The Republicans won everything. That’s why we feel like we’re swimming in a pond of vomit right now. Not only did Trump and the Republicans win, they’re doing exactly what they said they would do – with the Supreme Court, deregulation, tax breaks, and immigration. And we’re sitting here getting shocked and dismayed all the time. What the fuck did we think was going to happen?
And why did the Republicans win everything? Ah, the analysis will go on in graduate political science classes forever; thousands of…
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Unless one lives outside of the U.S., I’d be willing to bet that they’ve seen a “Beto for Congress” t-shirt. Beto is a junior state congressman from El Paso, Texas, who’s running for the U.S. Senate against Republican incumbent, Ted Cruz. And while I live in Florida, I’m a huge Beto supporter. I really want, nay, need a Beto t-shirt.
On Sunday afternoon my son, grandson, and I attended a concert/rally for Democratic candidates in downtown Dallas. I just knew I’d be able to buy a Beto t-shirt during the event.
The rally began at 2 p.m., but the three of us figured that Beto wouldn’t speak until near the end of the night. We spent the morning going to estate sales, went out for brunch, and then took a short siesta before driving to the concert around 4:30.
Finding a parking place wasn’t difficult, but we had quite a hike from our “$10 a day” parking lot to the park where the concert was in full swing.
Jason had loaded a backpack with a blanket to sit on and we all took umbrellas since there was rain in the forecast. Unfortunately after we walked all the way from the parking spot we encountered a sign telling us that backpacks weren’t allowed. Grandson Jackson and I went to the end of a long line of concert goers while Jason ran back to the car with the backpack.
As Jackson and I waited in line a guy came by asking if anyone had extra tickets. The folks in front of us happened to have a pair and he bought them.
My brain said, “Huh.”
“Is the event sold out?” My mouth asked.
“Yep. Right as we arrived they put the signs up.”
“Well crap,” said my brain.
I instructed Jackson to hold our place in line while I went in search of spare tickets. I only needed two since kids’ admissions were free. I tried my luck behind us first since the guy who scored the tickets in front of us had already tried that direction. Nothing. So I went to the front of the line hoping the guy had been mistaken. Nope. The event was indeed sold out.
I texted Jason, and went back for Jackson who was nearing the front of the line. We stood near the press line figuratively beating ourselves up for not purchasing tickets in advance. Then, just as I noticed Jason crossing the street to join us, a young man came around the press barrier.
“Here,” he said. “I heard you needed a couple of tickets.”
When I tried to pay him, he refused to take the money and disappeared back into the press area with a wink and a smile. He was like our knight in shining armor, or the Lone Ranger. Hi ho, Silver!
Jason, having just read my text about the concert being sold out wasn’t expecting to see Jackson and me smiling from ear to to respective ear as he approached.
“He just gave the tickets to you? What did he look like?”
“Like the Lone Ranger, my son. Like the Lone Ranger.”
Our little group then made the rounds of all the booths in search of Beto merchandise. Unfortunately, though, like the event tickets, the Beto t-shirts were all sold out. And this time, no Lone Ranger to help out. I managed to buy this one at a booth promoting the band, Polyphonic Spree:
But I was in search of one like this:
Finally I gave up, had a Shiner (a wonderful Texas beer), a gourmet slider, and enjoyed the rally. And what a rally it was! Beto was the main event, though, and he did not disappoint. He’s running a positive grassroots campaign, never once mentioning his opponent by name, and refusing to accept money from political action committees (PAC’s).
Beto has visited every county in the sizable Lone Star State at least once and several multiple times, speaking sometimes to a handful of people and other times to groups of thousands. Texas has long been a “red” state, but Beto has a chance to upset that apple cart.
I will wear my alternative shirt proudly back in Florida. My only regret is not being able to cast a ballot for this young man in November.
Peace, and hi ho Silver, people.
Thank you, Jan Wilberg!
What if he admitted it all and apologized?
What if he said that he had had a terrible drinking problem, had experienced black-outs, knew that he’d done wretched things while drunk but had gone through treatment or got religion and still goes to AA meetings three times a week?
What if he said he was sorry? What if he had tried to make amends?
Mr. Kavanaugh didn’t admit to anything. He angered up is what he did, swapping out a chance for humility and accountability for his old standby of indignation and aggression. I think he’s had a lot of practice getting mad at people trying to blow his cover.
My guess, and I’m no expert, I’ve just lived a long time and seen a lot, is that Mr. Kavanaugh is still a drunk, albeit a highly functional one. With enough practice, people can get really toasted to…
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I’m so angry at these cowardly misogynistic assholes. Thanks to alotfromlydia.wordpress.com for this compilation of occurrences.
Meanwhile, RapeyK has been apologized to for the inconveniences caused by the delay stemming from this insignificant assault charge. But he has kept busy. He has been coached for hours on end by none other than the chairman of the Senate Confirmation hearing, Chuck GrASSley, practicing his denial of the assault charges… because that’s what innocent people do, right… practice telling the truth?
From the beginning of the proceedings…
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You don’t have to pay for toilet paper in a public restroom.
There isn’t a coin slot waiting for your quarter so you can get five squares of toilet paper. Sitting in the private comfort of your stall, you could pull off the entire roll and stash it in your purse, leaving nothing for the next person. The toilet paper is there for you to do whatever you want with it. It’s a perk of peeing in a public place. No questions asked.
But tampons and pads? That’s a different matter. The premise might be the same – that there are bodily fluids that need mopping up – but the response is different. If a menstruating woman is lucky, there will be a working tampon/pad machine in the bathroom she is using. So then if she is caught by surprise or has run out of supplies, she can…
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