smoking hot woman
battle ready, fully armed
fire breathing dragon
smoking hot woman
battle ready, fully armed
fire breathing dragon
Once a month our local Sonic Drive-in hosts a car show. Studly Doright and I stopped by on our way to see the movie, Doctor Strange, in Tallahassee on Saturday evening.
I walked around snapping pictures and talking to car owners. Which is your favorite? Can you guess mine?
And then there was this guy…
Sonic drive-ins and classic cars seem like the perfect match. The cheeseburger and tater tots were a bonus.
Calvary, Georgia, is a small town about 30 minutes from Doright Manor. Once a year they celebrate Mule Days with a parade and crafts show. A friend thought I might find the celebration amusing, so I set off on Saturday morning to explore.
I began to wonder if Mule Days was my kind of event as I neared the venue. There were confederate flags aplenty on either side of the highway, and an ample showing of Trump t-shirts and hats on scruffy looking rednecks. I’m not easily intimidated though, so I kept driving.
Once at the parking area, I realized that Mule Days draws folks from many miles away. I spotted cars with license plates from Alabama and Mississippi in addition to those from Georgia and Florida.
The walk from the parking lot to the actual Mule Days location was long, unpaved, and arduous. I was immensely proud of myself for having worn tennis shoes rather than my flip flops.
What I found as I made my way around the acres and acres property was a random mixture of Flea Market, garage sale, crafts, and food vendors.
I did find a small gem:
Chances are I’ll never go to Mule Days again, but given the throngs of people in attendance I doubt they’ll miss me.
Your fight is over, someone typed, how’s it feel to be a loser?
The fight, I say, was never about me,
My middle class existence
The fight was about the others who are also us.
For their rights
For their justice
For their well being
For their freedom to worship. Or not.
And OUR fight isn’t over.
She lived a good life
Protected and nurtured us
Now lost forever
Yet birds keep flying
The sun continues to shine
Heedless of her death
Our grief is immense
Life, though, continues apace
While this old world turns
I’ve been asked repeatedly today how I feel about Trump winning the election. Truthfully I feel like there has been a death in my immediate family. Ultimately I know we will be alright, but right now I’m experiencing a deep grief.
I spent a sleepless night in which my thoughts circled relentlessly like a dog chasing its tail, and I recalled reading Elisabeth Kübler-Ross’s book, On Death and Dying, in which she introduced the five stages of grief:
From my psychiatry courses in college (where a little knowledge can be a dangerous thing) I remember that one can cycle through these stages in a variety of ways unique to each individual.
I ran through denial pretty quickly. The numbers were there. And while it was heartening to note that Hillary won the popular vote, Trump undeniably took the electoral college votes.
Anger is my current companion. I’m not angry at Trump or his supporters so much as I’m angry at their willful ignorance. They don’t care that he has no real plans to implement his policies. They like him because he’s not a career politician, and he isn’t politically correct.
I’m angry at the registered voters who just didn’t show up. I’m angry at those who used their votes to protest by voting for non-viable candidates. I’m angry at the subtle and sometimes not-so-subtle voter suppression tactics that were employed in several states.
I can’t imagine there’ll be much bargaining involved, but depression is anger’s little sister and I’m going to do everything in my power to avoid going down that rabbit hole. Today I smiled at everyone I saw and hugged a woman at work who supported Trump. Little steps.
Acceptance? That’s going to take awhile. But I won’t be like those conservatives who disrespected President Obama and actively rooted for his failure these past eight years. I’m going to support Trump as our president while continuing to fight for the rights of all those living in our country: health care, reproductive rights, racial and gender equality, etc.
I know other bloggers have addressed this much more eloquently than I, but I think the healing starts when we lay it all on the line. This piece was part of my healing process. Maybe it will help someone else along the way.
Warning: This post is all over the place. It started out as a recounting of my experiences at a rally featuring Joe Biden and then it morphed into the lists of accomplishments of both major party candidates. So sue me.
Living in a high-profile state is a treat during presidential election years. In the past six months I’ve attended separate events where former President Bill Clinton, and Vice-presidential nominee, Tim Kaine, have spoken. Today I was privileged to be present at a rally featuring Vice-president Joe Biden and his wife, Dr. Jill Biden.
Today’s event was held on the campus of Florida A&M University with dozens of local and state Democratic candidates in attendance. I’d been to FAMU before, and gambled that parking would be in the same place even though the venue had changed. It was a great gamble. I quickly made friends with a young woman who was headed to the rally, and we walked up the hill together.
After standing in an epically long line for nearly two hours we finally made it through the metal detectors as some of the local dignitaries finished speaking. I’d resigned myself to being in the back forty when a young man came and asked if my friend and I would like to move closer to the stage. Soon we were standing just a few yards from the the speakers. Better still, we had a shade tree.
Congresswoman Gwen Graham was on hand to welcome the Bidens. Gwen is a strong voice for Florida in the U.S. House of Representatives. My hope is that she’ll be our governor some day.
By the time the Bidens arrived my feet were in agony. I hadn’t really planned on attending the rally today and had worn boots that, while darned adorable, weren’t all that comfortable. So I did what any sensible person would do–I took them off. Ahhhhh!
The Bidens took the stage together. Jill spoke about meeting Joe when he was running for office and she was a college student. She’d attended a campaign rally and was impressed by his passion and integrity. So much so that she voted for him.
The Vice-president spoke then. He is personable and funny and invested in making this country a place where everyone has a place at the table. He spoke about the cuts Trump has proposed and the programs those cuts would affect: Social Security, funding for education, and health care chief among them.
As Joe Biden began winding his speech to a close I decided to put my boots back on in preparation for walking down the hill. I asked a sturdy young man If I could lean on him and he gave me a huge grin. He probably thought I was a nut, but patiently stood there as I got my left boot on.
When I put my right toe into its boot I got a Charlie horse (cramp) in my calf and almost said a bad word, but managed to restrain myself. I thanked the young man who held my hand through the whole thing. Age does have its privileges.
The crowd was fired up and ready to vote as we headed in separate directions. My new friend had cut class to be at the rally and thought she might catch the end of it if she hurried. She promised to vote tomorrow.
Tomorrow. Election Day 2016.
I’m sixty years old. I cannot recall a more important or divisive election in my lifetime:
On the one hand we have Trump:
Then on the other, dare I say, sane hand, we have Hillary Rodham Clinton:
Cut and pasted from a Daily Kos article:
Is she perfect? No, but she has faced numerous investigations by the FBI and a GOP led congress and neither entity has charged her with a single thing.
Don’t sit around thinking your vote isn’t needed. It is.
Peace, and common sense, people.
Inside the locker room at USA High
Coach Stern: Well team, I’ve got some bad news. Barry’s dad got a promotion and his family’s moving to Hawaii.
(Assembled team gasps.)
Running Back: But, Coach, he’s our quarterback! We can’t win without Barry!
Noseguard: He’s brought us back from so many deficits. We’re doomed!
Coach Stern: Settle down everyone. I know we’re all gonna miss Barry. He’s probably the best QB we’ve had here at USA High, and he’ll be a tough act to follow.
Fullback: So, Coach, who ya got in mind to wear the quarterback’s jersey? We’ve got a couple of big games coming up. All the scouts are gonna be there.
Coach Stern: As it happens, I have two prospects in mind.
(Team members make random noises of curiosity.)
Coach Stern: One’s a seasoned player. She’s never been the quarterback, but she backed one up for years. And she’s studied every aspect of the game. Smart as hell to boot.
Right Tackle: A chick!? Is she tough enough? Does she have the stamina to lead us?
Coach Stern: She’s got stamina like you wouldn’t believe. Almost impossible to knock down. If she were a guy she’d have been quarterback years ago.
Punter: She’s still a girl!
(Team makes assorted grumbling noises.)
Coach Stern: I thought some of you might say that, so here’s the story on the other prospect. He’s never played a single down. Heck, he tried to give our game plans to the crosstown rivals.
(Team makes angry noises.)
Safety: You mean he sold us out to Russkie Prep?
Coach Stern: Yep. That’s exactly what he did. And he groped a couple of our cheerleaders without their permission.
Safety: Anything else?
Coach Stern: Well, he is real unpredictable, and we aren’t even sure if he’ll study the playbook. He’s a sore loser, too, as far as we can tell. Never takes responsibility for anything.
Wide Receiver: So why is he even under consideration?
Coach Stern: Well, he’s a guy. And he brags a lot.
Tailback: Do we get a vote on this Coach?
Coach Stern: Damned straight, you do. So vote. Vote wisely. The school’s reputation depends on it.
Left Tackle: It’s a no brainer Coach. I’m with her.
(Sounds of unanimous agreement, like”Hell yes!” “Damned straight!)
FBI Director James Comey inserted himself into the 2016 election with a letter to certain Republican congressmen indicating that perhaps, just perhaps, they’d located some emails on the home computer of Hillary’s trusted aide Huma Abedin that might be important in their ongoing witch hunt, er, investigation of the former Secretary of State.
Trump was ecstatic. “Bigger than Watergate!” he crowed. His surrogate, Rudy Giuliani, hinted that he’d been leaked the information by the FBI. But at the end of the day there was nothing there. Nada. Zilch. Zip.
Of course the damage has been done. Some fence sitters (God bless their little minds) jumped on Trump’s train whilst holding their noses, and Hillary’s campaign lost some momentum.
One of my conservative friends had the audacity to say, “Well, I guess this newest development makes you happy.”
The only way it would make me happy is for Director Comey to go on FOX News, strip down to his boxers, and give a heartfelt apology to Hillary that would run on the right wing propaganda channel non-stop until the polls close on Tuesday, November 8.