In 1968, my family was living outside of the U.S., in a little place no one has heard of since, namely Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. I was nine years old and only beginning to become aware of the world outside family, neighborhood, and school.
I was the kind of kid who was outside from morning ’til the street lights came on, so television — especially the news — was way down my list of interesting things to do. Dad turned on the six o’clock news every night, and I began to realize that the world (the U.S., my world) was burning — literally.
By the time we left Gitmo, I was going on eleven years old, and I knew two things for sure:
War is bloody and horrible and fucked up, and we need to find a better way to deal with our disagreements.
People need to be able to stand up for themselves and their rights — civil or otherwise — and speak their minds, without being beaten, fire hosed, or killed.
I was a naive child who thought we’d have these things figured out by the time I had children. Ha! Said children are 28 and 33 years old, and just look at what we’ve done to this country…hell, the world.
I admit it: I can’t get enough of Drumpf getting the shit startled out of him when a protester made it past the security gates (although not on stage). I wish I were more of a computer geek, so I could make a loop of the initial panicked grabbing of the podium, through the “I just want to go home” look when the secret service guys let him go back to inciting the crowd.
Drumpf was probably hoping they’d just rush him back onto the Drumpf Aeroplane, so he could he could have a bit of a crying jag — and then have his manservant bring him fresh drawers. He talks tough, but I think he actually pissed himself in Dayton, OH.
You reap what you sow, you bombastic blibbering baboon.
Bernie Sanders, one of the Democratic Presidential candidates for 2016, made his debut on Saturday Night Live last night. He appeared in a Titanic skit with his twin separated at birth, Larry David. Naturally, Bernie always gets his message across!
Sanders shouted, “I’m so upset with the one percent getting this preferential treatment,” before making a suggestion: “Enough is enough. We need to unite and work together if we’re going to get through this.”
“Sounds like Socialism to me,” David said, dismissing him.
“Democratic socialism!” Sanders countered.
“What’s the difference?” David asked.
Mimicking Donald Trump, Sanders replied, “Yuuuuge difference.”
Pretty damn good timing, Bernie!!
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With the passing of Alan Rickman, David Bowie, Glenn Frey, and especially our own EbbandFlow, I think we can agree that this year really can’t get any worse — and that is not me issuing the universe a friggin’ challenge.
Let’s take it easy on ourselves the rest of the year, eh?
I know I’ve posted this video a few times over the years, in one form or another, but I’m posting it again.
Why? That’s a good question. I’m glad you asked.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m feeling especially pessimistic or cynical these days, but I’m thinking that we haven’t learned anything over the past year. Maybe it’s just that the United States is absolutely fucking bonkers right now, and I’m having trouble seeing the good in the world; or maybe we’re at a critical turning point, and, much like correcting a naughty child, the behavior gets much worse before it starts getting better.
I hope it’s both, and I hope the “getting better” part starts happening soon.
This is the last Sunday Roast of the year — What do you think?
The Day of the Dead is a celebration held every year on November 1 and 2, mostly in southern and central Mexico, but celebrations are held all over the world — sometimes called “All Saints Day” or “All Souls Day.” They are days to remember departed loved one, and celebrate their lives with prayer, food, flowers, and sugar skulls that bear the name of the departed on the forehead.
Traditions connected with the holiday include building private altars called ofrendas, honoring the deceased using sugar skulls, marigolds, and the favorite foods and beverages of the departed, and visiting graves with these as gifts. Visitors also leave possessions of the deceased at the graves.
Although I have never visited a loved one’s grave after burial, and never intend to do so, I like the Day of the Dead because it’s a celebration of life, rather than a remembrance of illness, tragedy, and death. And sugar skulls — which are amazing works of art!
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