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.
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.
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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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…
Amen! I could not have stated it better.
Be nice, or be quiet.
I hear you.
I get it, I’m angry too.
I’m not talking to the people who are angry at Target because their Pro Transgender bathroom policy flies in the face of their cherry picked moral compass. I’m not under any obligation to respect their beliefs.
I’m talking to you… the people who have no issue with sharing a bathroom with LGBT people. I’m talking to those of you who are speaking out about this bathroom policy, expressing concern over the women and children who you fear will be in danger because of this policy.
You’re reasonable people. You aren’t expressing hate or bigotry. You just worry. You worry about your kids, your wives, your sisters. I worry too.
I probably worry too much. I have always accompanied my younger kids to the bathroom in public places. When my son was too old to go into the women’s room, I…
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Desafortunádamente, solo se ha publicado lo negativo sobre mi país. Ni la sinvergüenzúda, el compradrásmo, o el lavado del dinero es algo nuevo, en Panamá. Son POCOS los Panameños involucrados en esos “negocios.”
Panamá, y el pueblo Panameño, se destaca por ser alegre, campechano y desordenado. Y todos los que nos conecen, nos quieren y aprecian.
Lospapeles de Panamá. Que esto y aquello sobre lo que está pasando con unos papeles en Panamá. Todo el mundo habla de eso y bueno, este país me adoptópor lo grande durantevarios años y los únicos papeles que conocí de Panamá son estos:
1. El papel del país dondenadie es extranjero
Cuando digo que nadie es extranjero en Panamá es de verdad. En una de mis aventuras, me trasladé a Panamá sin antes haber pisado el país y sin conocer la empresa en la que iba a trabajar. A los 2días de haber llegado ya estaba tomando mojitos en las terrazas de Multiplaza con una de las que ahora es mis mejores amigas. A los 5 días estaba en una fiesta de cumpleaños tremenda de una rusa que no conocía, novia de un colombiano que tampoco conocía, pero que era primo de una amiga mía de Colombia. A…
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I read Lamonte Fowler’s piece when it was published on the Huffington Post, as it was going viral.
Since then, actions at Drumpf’s political rallies have escalated to the point of, not just being compared to the Third Reich, but actually following a similar trajectory.
So, I share Mr.Fowler’s words, as a pause for clarity to allow cooler heads to prevail. I still urge everyone to vote, but understand that after all the dust has settled on the campaigns, we still have to live with each other.
My advice is to read, believe in science and support teachers, and above all, be nice, or be quiet.
We don’t need to take America back. No one stole it. It’s right here…you’re sitting in it. Chillax.
Mexico isn’t going to pay for the wall and we’re not going to deport millions of people and break up families. If you think either one is a good idea, you’re not smart and probably not a person I want to hang out with.
We don’t live in a democracy. Technically we are a Federal Republic. But in reality we are ruled by an oligarchy. If you don’t know what that is, look it up. Reading will do you good. You probably need to do more of it.
FoxNews, CNN, and MSNBC have an agenda and are not “fair and balanced” or in any way unbiased. I’ll reiterate…read more. Read newspapers (even online…
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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.
My Hubby’s first post was Bamberg, when he was 17, in the mid-1980s. He absolutely loved the town and the people. We hope to visit somday, to see how much it has changed since then.
When I got here, I heard that Bamberg was the “best kept secret of the army.” This phrase gets thrown around quite a bit, but this time, I’m pretty sure it’s true. Sadly, this post’s glory days have gone by, and we’re farewelling a place that’s been home, for sure, but also a dream.
To those of you who never got to walk up to the “nature area” by the elementary school and look toward the city only to see Altenburg Castle lit up at night, I’m sorry.
I’m sorry for those of you who will never celebrate the city’s oldest living quarters and a church by watching people joust on the Regnitz River. I’m sorry you’ll miss out on one euro scoop of gelato while marveling at the Rathaus and laughing about the 3-D foot coming out of the wall. I’m sorry you won’t peer into the Dom any…
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