Looking For A Little Balance

There was some funny stuff on FB this morning. There was a video taken by a guy who tied a bike to a string and waited for people to steal it. When they did and got about 50 feet away, down a steep hill, the string ran out and they went flying off the bike. Ok, it looked painful. So that wasn’t funny. Maybe their necks got broken because they stole a bike. I guess that’s not so funny……

There was a meme, it said, “What do you call a person who is happy on Monday? Retired…..” Yes, I can laugh at that because I am. Retired. Yesterday, Monday, I walked at the beach, I bought a piece of old driftwood for my friend to make a sign on to put by my front door. The sign will say “Avalon”. I then went to the Veterans Art Center and picked up my friend and we went for a pizza buffet. It was 87° and sunny. Summer weather. Yep, I was happy.

I think that was it. Most of my feed on FB totally disturbs me. Like, the EPA’s plan to allow the unrestricted dumping of fracking waste water into the Gulf of Mexico. WHAT? Did you see the pics I put up of the beautiful Gulf the other day, shades of turquoise and white sandy beaches? Imagine it, full of fracking waste water. Nice brownish gray, the beaches the same color, at least to the high tide line. And dead fish and other sea life making that tide line.

Then there was our Tweeter-in-chief saying “We need to start winning wars again.” I can’t even possibly go to that mindset. I thought we needed to continue trying to eliminate war, through caring, educating, feeding, helping, loving our fellow man. God I’m such a Pollyanna. Now we have a president who wants to win wars, not stop them. And he has a band of monkeys in Congress who will follow him into hell.

Then there is an article, on Rachel Maddow’s page, exposing Paul Ryan’s with a forked tongue, trying to back up the Orange One at the same time trying to distance himself. Knowing, I’m sure, that at some point the whole thing is going to crash in on him, and he wants to be able to prove his deniability. He really is a snake. A disgusting one. He should be leading the charge to make tRump accountable, he’s the frigging Speaker of the House. Instead he’s slithering on his belly.

There is Tweeter-in-chief telling the EPA that they have to determine if the Obama directives for the environment hurt the economy. Because you know, the economy is a tangible thing. And what the outcome to our earth doesn’t matter, because he’s 70 and will be dead by the time the outcome manifests.

There’s an article about how esteemed psychologists and psychiatrists are evaluating tRumps mental state, his fitness to hold office. And another one where a group of esteemed lawyers are trying to get KellyAnne Conway disbarred for all the lies she’s told. That stuff is I guess, half way funny, except that it’s all true, the president is unstable to the max and wants to win wars, and has his hand on the nuclear codes. And her…well she’s just a fly in the ointment, but deserves to be held accountable for making stuff up to the country. Like, the Bowling Green Massacre..

Ok….there was some other funny stuff. A kangaroo frolicking in the waves on an idyllic beach in Australia. There was a dog who talks back to it’s master. There was a video of a little girl, telling her father that she told the teacher that there was lots of weed at their house. Weed, she showed him, like in the grass. She was adorable.

I need the funny stuff, to balance out the incredibly awful stuff that is going on in this country at the moment. I don’t watch the news much, because it’s basically all there is, is bad news about the path this narcissistic psychopath has taken us on. Sometimes I don’t want to know anymore about it. Just that my level gets “full” and I can’t wrap my head around any more of it. I’m showing my age, by my inability to deal with this shit.

How did so many people get to so much power that are so fucking nuts? We elected them. We didn’t pay any attention to the gerrymandering of districts in swing states. Half of us didn’t give a shit enough to even vote. As if inaction removes one from accountability when a psychopath pushes the wrong button. All my life, at least as an adult, I’ve been preaching that inaction is also an action. So, the folks that didn’t vote allowed this to go on, by their indifference to the fact that it would. Just like Paul Ryan and all of his cronies inaction in regard to stopping this madness won’t save their jobs when the thing implodes.

Well, I’m done with it today. I have done my part, raised my voice, tried to be heard. My mind just can’t accommodate dealing with any more of this for awhile. I’m going do my morning meditation, to go get a back massage for the damaged disks in my neck and back, and take a walk by the water. My shed is almost finished, so I may be able to move some of this stuff out of my house by the end of the day, stuff that belongs in the shed. Listen to some music. Talk to people I love. Who knows, maybe work on my taxes. Try to remember that the world is still a beautiful place, the Orange one has not changed that yet.

Love and light, all.

A Call to Action (Again)

Well, I have managed not to be political for quite a few days, thanks to my sister’s visit, which distracted me to other much more pleasant things. Like family, hanging out on the beach, in the pool and the hot tub, eating really good food, going to the beach markets. It was awesome really, to not be so focused on the incredible stuff going on in our government.

Not that I didn’t know, or pay attention. My whole family is on the same page as me, when it comes to what is happening to our country. So we talked about it, quite a bit. It’s just, it was not the focus of our time together, of course. tRump couldn’t steal that from us.

His press conference yesterday though, was just so delusional. So defensive, so full of lies and lies and lies. Geezus. It’s so bad that Fox news is not even completely backing him up. Twice I’ve shared on FB video from them that is in disbelief of his lies to the people of this country. As one of my friends said, and I copied, “ok hell has frozen over. I’ve posted something from Fox.”

Yesterday I found out they introduced a bill whose only wording was that “The Environmental Protection Agency shall be terminated on December 21, 2018.” HR 861. That’s not part of HR 861. That is it, in it’s entirety.

This morning I saw that they have introduced HR 610, the School Choice Act, which according to the Network for Public Education would “eliminate the Elementary and Secondary Education Act of 1965, which was passed as a part of Lyndon B. Johnson’s War on Poverty.”  Federal funds would be used instead to create “block grants” to be used to “distribute a portion of funds to parents who elect to enroll their child in a private school or to home-school their child.” It would also roll back nutritional standards for free lunches for poor children. So….we could actually be funding Betsy DeVos’s children’s prep school education. Taking food out of the mouths of disadvantaged children to do it.

And just so you know….prep schools offer scholarships, particularly for sports. My son was offered 2 partials to play hockey. My ex went to one on a full scholarship to swim. My friend’s son went to one on an academic scholarship. What we need to do is enable the public schools to offer all our children the same kind of education, regardless of their athletic prowess. Just for ya-ya’s, look at a prep schools financials sometime. They have endowments that are unbelievable. They send out news letters, and ask if anyone can donate a grand piano for their new state of the art theater. I used to get them at my house. They don’t need public money to exist. But the public schools do.

Then of course, soon we will see his new immigration order, and he promises by March (can’t remember the time in March) to introduce a health care bill to replace the ACA.

I am riled enough to want to do something. But what? Well, the other day there was an article on how Paul Ryan has blocked his office phones and fax, and will turn away anyone who stops by with petitions. So, they published his home address, and asked us to send postcards there, with the tangential thought, “wonder what 67 million postcards in the driveway would look like.”

I’m thinking that today, I’m going to get some postcards, some munchies, some wine and invite the people I know here to my house for a postcard writing party. They’ll have to get their own stamps. But it might be fun. Could maybe even turn it into a potluck. Who knows. I think I could gather maybe 8 or 10 people, but hell, even if they can’t all make it, it would be fun with whoever showed up. My friend and I were laughing last night, saying, yeah, I might even spring for picture postcards, lol.

I have believe, and still believe, that this administration, particularly this man, will implode on itself. But in the meantime, until that happens, the damage they can do to our country, to our children, is very terrible. It’s disastrous. We need to act, to keep the damage to a minimum.

Every time I’ve called a senator or representative, I’ve gotten a busy signal. I’ve faxed them a few times. I like the idea of the sheer volume of postcards. More voices in less space. And not to just send them to Ryan but to our own senators and representatives, as well as any others that are in a position to stop it, like the heads of committees, etc.

So maybe I’m late on the bandwagon here. I’ve been saying I was going to send postcards, maybe not here in my blog, but to my friends. But now I’m going to actually try to do it, in some kind of organized fashion that will be fun, so I can get others to join me.

It just makes me feel better, not to be sitting on the sidelines. And sharing stories and memes on FB is not really enough. It allows me to feel I’ve raised my voice, but really….the people who read my stuff on FB already agree with me. There are maybe 3 or 4 of my friends who voted for the Cheetoman, but honestly, I know they are reasonable enough people to see the lunacy and danger that he’s putting us through now.

BTW, I love Time Magazines new cover. I saw it on FB, but am unable to copy and paste it here. tRump sitting at his desk in the oval office, with a hard wind blowing his comb-over, and a huge stack of papers blowing across the desk, his red tie blowing sideways, and his poker face on. The caption above says, “Nothing to see here”. Here’s the twitter link, https://twitter.com/TIME/status/832230377498488832/video/1

Here’s the Mother Jones link, who put it up on FB.


To end this semi-rant, though I’m not angry, just called to action, I will put up a link to an article from the Huffington Post.  It’s advice from Thich Nhat Hanh, the Zen Buddhist Master and one of the greatest teachers of our time, on coping with tRump.  He founded “Engaged Buddhism”, was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize by his friend Dr. Martin Luther King.  It’s worth reading, for sure.


It’s a new day, time to try something new. It will help pass the time til L comes home, anyway, lol.

Love and light, all.