Each time the GOP lowered the bar for itself, during John McCain’s presidential campaign, I hoped someone would step up and say, “Enough! We are better than this.” But, once Sarah Palin became a “leader” of the party, I knew the only hope for the party of Lincoln was destruction from the inside. Then, deep and careful introspection and a return to actual conservatism.
Sadly, I was wrong. Not only was Michael Steele fired as RNC Chair, but his suggested reforms, based on actual data, were summarily dismissed. Mitt Romney, who had been a successful, but moderate governor, transformed himself into a bitter, angry man, in order to curry favor from the Koch brothers and others of that ilk.
This year, one of the most bigoted, homophobic, misogynistic and crazy platforms in the GOP’S history was unveiled. As Esquire Magazine detailed, Republican Party Platform: Porn Is A Public Health Threat; Guns Are Not. Wait. WHAT?!!
Yesterday, Secretary Clinton said, “the party of Lincoln has become the party of trump.” Lynsey G. was a little less delicate in her blog post, GOP Platform Names Porn a “Public Health” Crisis. Yes, folks, pornography is a bigger health risk to our Country than poverty, the Flint Michigan water supply or even the Zika virus. Bigger than gun violence.
The clown car of chaos has officially been taken over by Toonces, the Driving Cat, with the GOP leadership’s tacit blessing. By doing nothing, they allowed themselves to sink into a hole of excrement they can no longer escape.
Trump’s GOP is little more than an episode of reality television, complete with undereducated surrogates, carelessly thrown out sensational lies, tabloid-worthy headlines and dangerous rhetoric that appeals to the very worst part of our society.
It is like a Maury Povich audience, on crack, with live ammunition, overdosed on Viagra, gone completely off the rails. Only much much worse.
I am terrified for our country. Terrified. We must vote as if our lives depend on it. Not voting is no longer an option.
I appreciate you for hurling yourself, selflessly, albeit a bit wined-up, into a PG-13 movie to provide us such a valuable Movie Review. Furthermore, I am grateful to know that Samuel L. Jackson was cast in some type of speaking part, because he’s a fabulous actor – even when he’s not enquiring about the contents of my wallet.
Then you focus on the most important, nay…VITAL, aspects of the film. Alexander Skarsgard, his hair, his eyes, his abs, his ability to effortlessly act without wearing a shirt. Bravo! These are life-altering and riveting moments, necessary to the plot, and our very lives.
I wept, like a wee babe, as I read your description of his V. This V provided silent, yet crucial support to Alex, as he stood shirtless, spoke shirtless, swung on vines shirtless, and perspired, again…shirtless. If the V does not receive an OSCAR nomination for Best Supporting Actor, it will be a travesty, not unlike, when Steven Spielberg was overlooked by The Academy, for his block-buster movie franchises. The V is, clearly, the unselfish, unsung hero of the movie. Talent like that will not go unnoticed.
I raise my own glass of Malbec to you.
In all fairness, my tears may have been alcohol-induced or an allergic reaction due to the unfortunate “wasp incident” in my backyard, a little while ago.
For the sake of this post, we’ll just go with “the review brought me to tears.”
And, what is it about New Zealanders and their intrepid storytelling skills? Yes, Hayson Manning I am speaking to you, my Kiwi goddess.
As someone who went to college in Florida, I spent my share of time dancing in Orlando. Since I came of age in the mid-1980s and early-1990s, my girlfriends and I loved going to gay clubs, because they had the best DJs, best music, and good drinks. We felt safe there, knowing that we would be left alone and our drinks wouldn’t be altered (roofied) by creeper guys.
I have LGBT family members and lifelong, dear friends whom I love. I have felt outrage when homophobic and transphobic comments have been hurled at them, I have stood next to them as their basic civil rights were threatened, and celebrated alongside them when the Supreme Court upheld marriage equality.
Today, however, my hurt and anger know no bounds. Seeing the toll having to address our Nation again, as more innocent American kids were senselessly murdered, by another Amercan, has taken on President Obama, broke my already wounded heart. Learning that one of the victims who died, was a friend of one of the young women I advised, nearly broke me. The very real possibility that more people I am close to, will know the victims, is all too real. Tonight we grieve. Together. As one Florida family.
May our Father and our Blessed Mother, have mercy on us. Our idolatry of the Almighty Gun and Dollar have brought us to this place. I am sickened by it, but hearing about the acts of heroism and compassion, humble me.
Tomorrow, however, we fight. We fight to ensure that Pride Month is spectacular, sparkly and bigger than ever. I shall don my feminist cap again, and continue to fight for ALL people – which means we must elect Hillary Clinton. Period. There is no other choice.
My resolve, as a PFLAG, and someone who believes we are our brother’s/sister’s keeper, was tested, but remains steadfast.
I leave you with Mary Lambert’s beautiful voice, and bid you peace. Amen and Namaste.
She Keeps Me Warm
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I am a Roman Catholic. I am also a proud Democrat. Not voting in the GOP’s Presidential primaries is not a crisis of conscience for me, especially since Pope Francis has spoken out clearly about the history of social justice of my Church. I am, for the first time in many years, able to vote my conscience without betraying my Faith.
Today, I read Thomas McKenzie’s post, This Isn’t Funny Anymore: Why I’m Voting Against Donald Trump. Mr. McKenzie, an Anglican priest, describes how Donald Trump’s candidacy runs afoul to basic Christian teachings. Trump’s entertaining, yet troubling, rise in popularity, has continued to cultivate an ugly, racist, misogynist, intolerant feeling that has permeated our culture.
Sadly, after Mr. McKenzie’s post went viral, he was subjected to exactly the type of bullying, he so eloquently illustrated in his writing. Some of these unsavory characters have resorted to threats of violence, which I hope he has reported to local law enforcement.
Mr. McKenzie’s words touched and moved me. I know several former Republicans, my husband included, who have been deceived and left behind by their political party. They have seen reasonable discourse turned into vitriolic insults at President Obama, Democratic politicians, women, minorities, disabled persons, and anyone who may deem to disagree with them. They have all gone “underground,” have reclassified themselves as “independents,” and are supporting candidates who espouse centrist views. Silently.
Mr. McKenzie, please know that you are not alone. Your strength in speaking truth to power, is what Jesus called all of us to do. You set a humble example that I hope many more of us follow. Christians and non-Christians, must question the motives of Presidential candidates, demand to know exactly what their platforms are, then vote according to what makes our Country great, and that is to continue to BUILD a more perfect union, as our forefathers wanted. We are a work in progress, and TOGETHER we are better. Jesus taught us that.
In his post, Thoughts and Prayers, John Scalzi challenges us to do more than offer our thoughts and prayers. Many of us, myself included, are paralyzed by fear just thinking about being in an “active shooter” situation.
Active shooter. The name seems innocuous enough, but the reality is terrifyingly real. And commonplace.
Yesterday, however, House Democrats, led by its conscience, Representative John Lewis of Georgia, provided a beacon of light. Leadership in an otherwise dark, right-wing, reactionary era in our Country. Though greatly outnumbered, in such a way, that any legislation they sponsored, would never see life outside of a Congressional Committee, showed the American people that social justice is alive and well, in our Republic.
For almost two days, they staged a Sit In, on the floor of the House of Representatives. By that defiant act, and ignoring all the Rules of the House, they demonstrated that observing moments of silence and thoughts and prayers for gun violence, are no longer enough.
Clearly in the minority for far too long, this group of legislators took up the mantle of freedom, combing traditional social justice acts with social media to communicate with the American people. I am encouraged and empowered by this act. As we move forward toward another watershed Presidential election, the choices are clear – either we choose division, hate, bigotry, misogyny and homophobia or we choose life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness for ALL Americans.
My choice is clear, as Paul Wellstone eloquently stated: “I dare to imagine a country where every child I hold in my hands, are all God’s children, regardless of the color of their skin, regardless of whether they’re boy or girl, regardless of religion, regardless of rich or poor, that every child I hold in my hands, will have the same chance to reach her full potential or his full potential. That is the goodness of our country. That is the essence of the American dream.”
Our only choice to defeat the forces of hate is Hillary Clinton, and I’m with her.
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A cautionary tale for all of us women who are “over 30.”
This morning, as I was perusing my Facebook timeline, I happened upon an article that a lovely friend shared. It was entitled “24 Things Women Should Stop Wearing After Age 30”, and it …
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Thousands of Nashville-area motorists were reportedly surprised, concerned, offended, and otherwise taken-aback today when the city’s typically affable system of electronic interstate message signs…