Long After the Birth of the 2008 Financial Crisis, The Republicans Want Another Baby

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Who remembers the financial crisis of 2008? Anyone?? Anyone?? Bueller??

Like the pain of childbirth, the economic contraction that burst the housing bubble and led to epidural bank bailouts that were as ineffective as self hypnosis at relieving said pain felt while birthing oversized billionaires with giant heads, it all seems to have been forgotten.

The placenta was buried like a quarter of the net worth of the middle class. Stocks, like sagging breasts, dropped 45%. Retirement became the imagined happy place that didn’t exist…a unicorn in the fog— breathe, breathe, PUSH!!!

What happened to my body after giving birth happened to the U.S. economy. The imbalanced redistribution of wealth was much like my weight…because pre-baby weight and post baby weight might be the same but nothing is where it had been prior.

The pelvic floor dropped out of the housing market, so people (like my legs) foreclosed. Abandoned and…

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Climbing El Capitan

I watched the news, the pictures of a man climbing El Capitan alone. A solo feat, no wires, no safety net, 

Only chalk and hands, feet and guts. I struggle climbing stairs. I’ve fallen on level surfaces, tripping on my

Own shoelaces, or worse yet, over nothing at all. I’ll drink a toast to the man and his mountain, and ask for help getting to bed.

It’s a really long walk, and the tiles are slippery.

I Am A Nonperson … So Are You … Just Ask Eric Trump

No honor in the trump clan. Nada. Zilch. Zero. Great post by Jill Dennis on.com.

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You can pretty much gauge what type of a news day it is by the number of paper towels used in my household.  Here’s the scenario:  I see a news story that makes me angry, and I curse whichever Trump caused my anger, usually Donald himself.  If it makes me really angry, I stick out my tongue and do a raspberry … ppppbbbbbttttthhhh.  (Yes, I know … very mature …) I then go get a paper towel to clean the droplets off my screen.  And so goes the day.  At the end of the night, as I am preparing for bed, I check the paper towels.  If there is still ½ roll or more on the dowel, I figure it was a pretty peaceful news day.

Tonight there is only one lonely paper towel left on the roll.  And here is part of the reason:

Eric Trump.  Eric came flitting…

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He Loves Me; He Loves Me Not

Little white daisies
Sweet petals to pluck in play
He loves me, or not


Lovers of the light
Faces turned toward the sun
Bathing in its glow


Demurest blossoms
Woven in virginal wreaths
On a summer’s day


 

Snapshot #186

I haven’t posted a snapshot for several days, mostly because I’ve been a lazy slug, but today I was shopping for a robe to pack for Ireland and wandered into J.C. Penney in Tallahassee. Finding nothing in the lingerie department to suit me, I checked the swimsuit section because sometimes swimsuit cover-ups are the perfect light robes for travel. 

Imagine my confusion when this sight greeted me in swimwear. I’m calling this one, “Not Your Daughter’s Bikini.”

The Invisible Woman

She waved her arms, jumped up and down, but not a single person noticed, even though there were plenty near.

Her bold orange blouse and flamboyant floral jodhpurs, a sight to behold for those who might’ve seen, had

They bothered. A certain age had rendered her transparent, of no apparent interest to the world at large. Their loss,

She thought, launching into a power ballad that threatened to shatter windows. Except no one was listening. 

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Let’s Not Bicker and Argue About Who Colluded With Who

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Silence the messenger! The messenger has been imprisoned in the tower and accused of the crime of — not leaking through proper channels, more formally — charged with removing classified material and mailing it to a questionable online news outlet.

Accused of copying said documents, using a work computer- easily traced, then mailing them from home- the postmark on the envelope gave that away, and finally the search engine history on the computer of the accused sealed her fate. As such, the bumbling suspect was arrested by the Justice Department on Saturday.

The badly leaked and highly classified intelligence report had been acquired, copied and sent by a 25 year old Air Force veteran, a federal office contractor for Pluribus International of Augusta Georgia, Reality Winner (I guess that’s a name). She risked imprisonment yet provided little information we didn’t already have- Russian military intelligence waged a cyber war against…

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