How do we make this happen? Do the Governors need to start the conversation at the state level? Do the senators and representatives need to start the conversation at the federal level? What do we need to do?
Tag: Politics
Enough is Enough
It is time to stop fucking around and start a serious discussion about secession.
In addition to deporting alleged Venezuelan gang members, Trump and several officials have floated sending U.S. citizens convicted of violent crimes to the infamous El Salvador prison or other foreign prisons — something legal experts have said would violate the Constitution.
MORE: Trump says he’d deport US citizens convicted of crimes ‘in a heartbeat’ if legal
“I’m all for it,” Trump said of the idea on Monday.
“If it’s a homegrown criminal, I have no problem. Now we’re studying the laws right now … If we can do that, that’s good,” Trump said.
The orange shit clown can have his little tin pot banana republic while the actual Americans can leave and start over. Enough is enough.
Nothing to Say
I feel like I should be saying something tonight but I really have nothing to say.
Between the executive branch deporting innocent people to foreign prisons and ignoring supreme court orders to return them to the bullshit save act passing the house to the blatant insider trading that tanked the US economy in order to help a few billionaires steal money from random americans… yeah… things absolutely suck right now.
My wife and I had some discussion on things for the future today that felt like the opposite of what’s going on outside of the house. As awful as the world is, our talk was positive. No spoilers though. You’re going to have to wait to hear about this stuff, if you ever hear about this stuff. You’ll probably never hear about this stuff. Suffice to say, optimism abounds.
What else… the third season of Yellowjackets wrapped up today. As always, no spoilers. I will say that at the end of the episode the adult version of Shauna can be seen wearing a Throwing Muses t-shirt. Hell yes. Great show.
What else… what else… nothing. I think that’s it for now. Maybe I’ll write something else before bed tonight, but probably not.
Friday at Last
Work has been good this week. No disasters, no scary moments. I did get a call from a customer (service programmers, like me, are not supposed to get calls directly from customers) but I was able to help the guy and it actually felt pretty good. Nope, this past week was a good week at work.
It was the rest of civilization that blew chunks. My wife and I agreed when we discussed it last night that this week has been the longest six months of our lives.
I need to do something creative this weekend. I NEED TO. Photography. Let’s go out and snap some pictures! Let’s play with the new long lens I bought a few months ago. Let’s play with the 120 film camera I bought a few months ago. Let’s go to the ocean and watch the sunrise and shoot all sorts of good stuff. Of course we should check the weather first… snow and rain today and tomorrow and rain on Sunday. Well you can just bite me, mother nature.
Music it is then! Guitar! I will play guitar this weekend if it kills me! I don’t know if we’re going to have a band practice or not. I’ll post something to our messenger thread later today (when it’s not pre-8:00am so that the other three guys don’t think I am weird and obsessed or anything) and see what’s up. If not then I need to find something else to do.
I do not want this weekend to be spent doom scrolling news sites and reading stories about the collapse of american democracy that will build up inside of me until I have a stroke. No. That would be bad, even if it is more or less inevitable. I must play guitar! I! Must! Play! Guitar!
Crushed
I am having a hard time focusing on anything today. I’m getting my work done, it’s just tougher than usual. I keep peeking at the internet to see how bad the markets are. I guess the numbers in the US started improving slightly before the numbnutz in chief announced a new 50% tariff against China. Fucking nazi putz.
I did see a flyer online that was interesting. I re-posted it and now I am sharing it here too. Mostly so I don’t forget about it, even though I will probably forget about it… you know how trauma fucks with your brain….
Our calendar is currently clear on Saturday April 19th. It’s the anniversary of me and Jen moving in together. It was 2008 and we rented half of a duplex. I will forever refer to that day as our Duplexiversary. Maybe we can sneak into the city and yell at the nazis with a big group of people. I would have liked to have done that this past weekend, but there were other things going on that demanded my full attention (ie: the kids were home and it was awesome).
I tried listening to some podcasts in the background while I work in the hopes that it would distract me from the soul crushing current events. Nope. Didn’t work. Now I am listening to vintage prog rock (a play list of Genesis records released between 1971 and 1977). We’ll see if that makes life a little better. I doubt it.
Fucking nazis.
Rain
The kids are at a concert with their father and their step mother. Jen is working. I’m sitting in the living room typing this and looking at a sleeping cat or two.
I want to shoot film at sunrise but I can’t because New England in April means rain on the weekends. Not just the weekends, of course, it just seems that way. Every Thursday or Friday I start looking forward to the weekend and I check the weather forecast and it’s always the same. It is always rain. Rain and gloom. Even the Red Sox have been in a rain delay for the last hour and a half or so.
I wish I could have made it into the city to join in on the Hands Off demonstrations today, but the kids were here and I would rather be with the kids than almost anything so I happily stayed home. One of these days there will be a certain ridiculously tall old person with red hair in one of those Boston throngs, I promise.
Until then, here’s a photo of Lily that I took a few minutes before she jumped up onto the ottoman and curled herself into a ball and fell asleep.
I think Jen and I are going to do dinner via DoorDash tonight. It’s a special day for us so we need to do something nice to celebrate. 18 years ago today, on April 5, 2007, we went on our first date. As special days go, today is a big one. I love her so much, and it all kicked off 18 years ago today. Our relationship is old enough to vote, assuming the u.s. will still have elections… you know… nazis in charge and all. Oh shit, I just brought politics into my happy first-date-aversary message. Fuck me. Sorry about that.
Hands Off
Folks are showing up in Boston today. I’m not. At least not physically. Spiritually, I am there.
I Hate That I Feel This Way
Aw hell… why can’t I just be a hockey fan and enjoy it?
Alex Ovechkin tied Wayne Gretzky’s record for career goals last night by scoring his 893rd and 894th goals. Gretzky broke the previous record of 801, held by Gordie Howe, back in 1994.
I want to just be a fan and enjoy the little bit of hockey history, but I can’t. Politics has ruined this for me. Ovechkin is from Russia and in the past has been a vocal supporter of putin. Gretzky stated publicly that he is a trump supporter. Fuck them both. Fuck them both right in their ears. Two fucking fascists.
Ovechkin could break the record as early as tomorrow and I don’t give a flying fuck at a rolling donut. To hell with him and to hell with Gretzky. Also, just to show that I am not just being a sore loser Bruins fan… Bobby Orr is a trump supporter too. The greatest Bruin ever… fuck him too. They can all just rot.
Mild
The weather was kinda nice today. It was warm enough for me to open the windows in my home office. The cats approved.
Change of subject. Here is my unsolicited political thought of the day.
Inside the Red Head's Head 