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Not So Over It

I loved this piece by wakinguponthewrongsideof50.wordpress.com

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The other day I hijacked responded to a comment on someone else’s blog- because I don’t only give my opinion on my blog, but on other blogs as well.  The post was about how we should choose to be happy, and work towards that- a sentiment I highly endorse.  A reader commented “How do I get over my ex boyfriend” (which really didn’t correspond to the blog, but I felt compelled to butt in)  I responded, “You may never get over your ex.”

You may never get over an ex.

Now- what does this mean?

Some people enter your life, your brain, your soul.  They become a piece of you- their essence is tattooed onto your heart.

Now this is something coming from a non-romantic curmudgeon like me.  First, you find out I believe in love at first sight.   Now I think you might not get over an ex. …

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How to explain White Supremacy to a White Supremacist

Gutsy words shared by nonsmokingladybug.wordpress.com.

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I am still trying to cope with the event in Charlotteville. I have been quiet on my blog; haven’t said much, haven’t read much. I try to understand what happened and the more I try the more I feel lost. 

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Caveat Labore — Quia Trump

Great post from alotfromlydia.wordpress.com.

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“CNBC Exclusive: Secret Service out of money to pay agents because of Trump’s frequent travel, large family.”


Hmm…Trump wants to lower taxes for billionaires. Meanwhile tax dollars hard working Americans pay are spent protecting the globetrotting families of an entitled man who hasn’t paid taxes in twenty years.

And here’s another kick in the groin: charges for hotel rooms, golf cart rentals, food, ski rentals, and lift tickets, for the secret service to follow all the Trumps around, are often paid to Trump resorts. He is profiting directly from his own security. Oh yes, he is.

The funds to pay the 1000+ secret service officers employed to guard Herr Potus and his families, and his properties, and all of their constant vacations, have been tapped dry.

Constant excessive overtime pay has a cap for these secret service employees, meaning these people reach a point when they are working for free…

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Meritocracy

I love what eurobrat.wordpress.com did with this piece.

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It should really be called the Department of Desperate Losers, he thought.  Losers because they were not from America, and Desperate because they so badly wanted to get here.

He rubbed his hands together.  He loved this part.  It was the beginning of a fun new game.

In front of him sat a stack of computer file printouts, personally selected for him.

He grabbed the first one and started reading through it.  Her name was Maya.  She was a 15 year old girl from Syria.  She liked mathematics and soccer.  He looked at the file in shock.  Who could have possibly picked this one?  After a moment, he finally noticed the Post-It note on the cover sheet.  “Just kidding,” it read.  He made a mental note to find out who was responsible for this joke.

The next one was better.  She was Vietnamese, and she was past the legal age…

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It’s Them, Not Me

Exactly so. Read more at redswrap.com.

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Don’t expect me to explain them or defend them or excuse them or represent them. Those people in Virginia, the ones with the torches and the hatred, they aren’t my people.

You might assume they’re my people because I look like them. I could be the mother of any one or dozens of those young white men holding torches and screaming at people. But I’m not, they aren’t my people.

I don’t get what they are saying, I don’t understand it, condone it, or tolerate it. No one I know, no one I grew up with, would hold a torch and walk through a city’s streets yelling invective at other people. Hear me, they aren’t my people.

Don’t ‘dear white people’ me.  Your words are lost on me. I haven’t been unconscious, unaware, disbelieving. Maybe you are thinking of someone else you met once in the hallway of a cheap…

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Trump Legitimizes Hate 

A frightening summary of trump’s rallying of the white supremacists. Thanks to alotfromlydia.wordpress.com.

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Alex J Fields, is the suspected driver of the car that plowed into a crowd in Charlottesville on August 12, 2017, wounding 19, and killing 1. He is charged with one count of second degree murder, three counts of malicious wounding, and one count of hit and run.


Heather Heyer 32 was killed when Fields drove his car into the crowd.

Plowing a vehicle into a crowd is an act of terrorism, but Trump has yet to call it by it’s name. Alex J Fields’ mother “thought he was going to a Trump rally”— and really, he was.

These people are part of Trump’s base. They traded in their white robes, and the pointed hats that hid their faces, for red hats with Trump’s slogan “Make America Great Again.” Now we know what that means to these people. Like Pence, Sessions, Bannon, and many in Trump’s entourage, they want to…

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Sunshine and Raindrops

  
You can’t tell from my photo, but a soft rain is falling through the forest in my backyard while a constant roll of thunder provides the soundtrack for a beautiful north Florida evening. 

Opposites Attract

Forty-one years ago Studly Doright and I exchanged wedding vows in a small Baptist church in Dumas, Texas. We were young, dumb, and totally in love. We were also poor, a fact I didn't fully comprehend until I began counting the funds we had remaining after spending a quick honeymoon in the dubious luxury of the Camelot Inn in Amarillo, Texas. 

We'd gotten married on July 30, 1976, and I remember turning to Studly on our 45 mile drive back to Dumas, Texas, and the rental home we'd signed a six month lease agreement on and saying, "This can't be right. We only have a hundred dollars left and you won't get paid again until the 15th." 

Thus began my understanding that my life had changed forever. No longer was I under the financial protection of my mom and dad. I was now a partner in a brand new relationship that extended beyond romance and into the arena of money. I was woefully unprepared for this new reality.

Thankfully, Studly was barely more prepared than I had been. Did I mention how dumb we were? The difference between the two of us was that he never doubted his ability to provide. I worried, but he never did. 

Somehow, we always managed to scrape enough money together to pay the rent and buy groceries.

Nowadays, the money isn't as tight. I still worry, though. Studly still doesn't. I guess that's the whole opposites attract theory in action. We've made it this far and that's no small feat. I think we'll shoot for at least another twenty years.

Peace, people.