Make With The MMXVII

Monday edition because yesterday...  Being the BeBe Jeezys' birthday and all...

Lessee... January was David Bowie and Alan Rickman.

February was Justice Antonin Scalia and Harper Lee.

March was Sir George Martin and Garry Shandling.

April was Prince and Merle Haggard.

May was Morley Safer.

June was Muhammed Ali and Gordie Howe.

July was Garry Marshall.

August saw the passing of Kenny Baker and Gene Wilder.

September was Arnold Palmer.

October was facts and logic.

November was Ron Glass, Fidel Castro, Florence Henderson, and hope.

And in December, with 5 days yet to go... John Glenn and George Michael.

Did I know any of these people? Not really. Did they have an impact on my life? Some more than others. Are these the only people of note who passed this year? No... Fucking Grizzly Adams, man! FISH IS DEAD... But... To be honest... We all thought Abe Vigoda died 20 years ago. It was a terrible year for "Barney Miller" I tells ya! More than one person on that list provided laughs, or took away the strife of the day through entertainment... So, they were aces in my book.

This year has sucked. I can only support this opinion from my own point of view.

In world events, January saw the Zika virus hitting the U.S.. Flint, Michigan declared a state of emergency. I think 13 people are going to be seeing jail time... Good.

February, with the aforementioned death of Scalia, saw the Supreme Court of the United States of America made "irrelevant". The Grand Obstructionist Party decided that it would rather have NO Supreme Court than allow the SITTING PRESIDENT his right, NAY, his duty, of nominating a Judge.

March saw terror attacks in Brussels. Of course, people here in the U.S. were worried about who was using which bathroom.

April saw Mississippi pass the "Religious Freedom" Bill. This allowed people/businesses with "religious beliefs" to be total assholes to anyone they wanted, without fear of repercussions, because... well... The bible told them they were special.

May saw Trump become the "presumptive nominee" of the Republican Party. In other tragic news, Harambe got shot... The best summation of that event was this:

Thanks, Opus. Also in May, Canada caught on fire.

June was just a swell month! There was the Orlando night club shooting. The UCLA shooting. That human piece of shit Brock Turner got his "sentence" of 6 months jail time (he did two months) for THREE FELONY COUNTS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT! Along with Ali and Howe, "justice" also laid to rest.

Oh, and across the pond, Britain, getting tired of the U.S. political system hogging all the "batshit crazy", decided to enact the "Brexit"... The next day, most of the populace, who were stoked into a nationalistic frenzy, were quoted as saying, "I voted for what?"

July was not much better. The FBI states that no charges would be filed against Clinton... And that was the last we heard 'bout that! (Italics denote sarcasm!) In my neck of the woods, a peaceful protest against police brutality went tragically wrong when a single individual ambushed police officers, killing five. I think there was an Olympics or something... Brazil was too busy eating itself to host it in any way resembling "orderly".

August saw Syria turning into MORE of a complete shit show. Just when you think Syria could not get more fucked... It is like Syria is taking it as a dare. "Oh, I can be more of a quagmire... JUST YOU WATCH!!!!"

Dakota Access Pipeline... That was September. People gathering to save their WATER SUPPLY and big oil saying "It's not like you people were here first!". The first of the "Presidential" debates aired. So, along with Palmer, so went the death of civility. At this point, people were just in a apathetic state with the whole election process. And there was at least a month to go...

October had Hurricane Matthew hit the eastern seaboard. Funny note... due to what the locals would call "Jesus Needin' To Have Somewheres To Stroll", and what smart people would call "Climate Change", the waters did NOT recede. The ground being super saturated and overflowing rivers in a few of the the Atlantic states caused problems with the water not really going... away...

November... We all know the terrible tragedy that befell this great nation in November. By electing Donald Trump, this nation saw hope getting grabbed by the pussy and assaulted. The Chicago Cubs won the world series... If that ain't a sign... I dunno what is.

December... I spent a cold ass week in Utah. So...  Enough said... Well.. Wait... Every nomination and appointment of the President-Elect is a dick slap in the mouth of all who voted for him. Furthering the thought from the previous paragraph, the whole holiday season was "muffled". The only way I can really summarize the way things have been since the election, is "Tainted". It is like the "Happiness Index" can only go up to 96%. That last four percent is not available as long as that Cheeto-Fucker is the President.

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Well... That was depressing as fuck.

Some quick shots of good news: The Army Core of Engineers told the Dakota Access Pipeline to fuck off. Obama is STILL doing some nice shit in his last days to make Trump have a bit of a harder time fucking us all. "Stranger Things" on Netflix... "Chewbacca Mask Lady" made me cry with laughter...

Um... That is about it... How fucked up is it that you have to Google , "Good Things that happened in 2016" and you read through them and can only remark, "Oh, you fuckers are reaching..." One site listed "Pokemon Go!" as a good thing... Okay... Sure... The bar has been sooooooo lowered.

I will say this... The light has been shown on the two legged cockroaches. People, emboldened by the election, are showing their true colors. I never feared the skinhead, swastika emblazoned, racist fucks... They were visible... They were a known quantity.

It was all those people who were just in shadowy wings... The periphery ... Waiting... People who you thought you knew. Now, they are not afraid to show their true colors. It is a feeling of disappointment on a mass, national scale.

I steel myself with the words from what is called "The Greatest Speech"...

"To those who can hear me, I say - do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed - the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish." - Hynkel

Well... That and this... WELL worth the five minutes...

Thanks, John. Like the man says... "Let's all try harder next year."

With no love in our souls, and no money in our coats,

d

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The Audience Is Listening?

A few weeks back, I wrote a little blog here about winter winds. I was pretty damn proud of it. A friend who is a reader said it "painted a picture". Even better, it "painted a picture without involving clown porn".

This site gives me stats and number of times a blog post was viewed. It was there that I learned that a whopping twelve people read it. TWELVE. TWELVE! I hate that number. Probably due to it being my least favorite age... "Why are girls still icky.... BUT making me feel kinda funny and not AS icky???"

I was thinking about how I was kind of butt hurt by the whole affair. I was really happy with the way that post turned out and was looking forward to the adulation that was going to rain down from all of my fan. The last thing I was expecting was the sound of crickets.

It brought sharply to focus a phrase my Dad stopped me in my tracks with a decade or two ago... I was going to a parade, or making fun of a parade, I forget (Probably the later). He waxed philosophically, "Who is the parade really for, the people in the parade or for the people watching the parade?"

Mind Blah-own!

I like to think that I am not an attention whore. I have never felt the need to be the center of the party. I realize that if a party is for a specific person/event, they are the focus.

Having had an actual surprise birthday party thrown for me, where I WAS the focus, I remember being exhausted by the end of the day trying to be a good host at my house, and make sure everyone knew I was thankful for their appearance. Oh, and to let them know that heart attack inducing surprises are in store for each and every one of them.

Tiffany Rossetti... Watch your ass!

However, when I wrote that blog, and got abysmal readership... I might have uttered a "What the fuck?" or six... Am I really that thirsty (as the kids call it, and you add the words "for attention"... see all the time that saved????)?

After some soul searching... Yes. You damn right I want people to enjoy my writing. I don't just do this for my own amusement. I do this for the same reason people share anything... To inflict the demons from their head into yours! Share that burden, people!

The end game has always been that a reader suggests this blog to a friend. The friend has a chuckle, so they refer it to another friend. SOON, a person who has a shit tonne of money and is a publisher type person or something, says, "This is fantastic! Love this shit! I want to give that guy money to write!"

I would love, love, LOVE to get paid to this. First, I would be my own boss. Finally, a boss who I want to have sex with!!! Who am I kidding? I have sex with me for free anyways! And yes... You get what you paid for!

Second... I would smoke weed. A lot. As an "artist", I would think of it as a "creative juice extractor"... "Cancer preventative"? (Fuck you, FDA. 1000 times, Fuck you!)

Third... I would be getting paid to do something I like... I like writing and there is no paying "Lego Model Putter Together-er" jobs out there... Not even "Topless Lego Model Putter Together-er". I checked.

As the end of the year draws near, I will have some vay-kay time to burn. I know that I will kick out a blog or two over the holidays, maybe skipping next weekend to celebrate the Bebe Jeeezys' birthday. I know in my down time, I will be doing research on how to get my readership of the Bleed to go up.

Can you imagine a world with t-shirts that say "WOMEN AREN'T THE ONLY ONES WHO BLEED!" or "I FEEL THE NEED, THE NEED FOR THE BLEED!" or "THE HIGHPOINTBLEED TOLD ME TO PUNCH YOU IN THE DICK!"

It would make me smile... To see my Mom... Sporting a shirt that condones a penis getting pugilistically pummeled... Hell, I get misty eyed thinking about it.

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This week, I also discovered that my Facebook feed, since mid November, was set to only show posts to "Close Friends"

Of which, I have none. For fuck's sake, I only have 50 friends on Facebook. I keep that shit low. If you are my friend on Facebook, you are my close friend. I have known you for at least a decade OR at one time wanted to see you naked. All good.

That, more than anything, is the main culprit for the low readership the past few weeks. It is the only place I "advertise" a new posting. Once again... looking into remedying that.

Just think... All you peeps can do the "I was there from the beginning!" stance when I get all famous and stuff... Free t-shirts for the LOYAL peeps!

Final update... Still seeing the lady who has me smitten as a kitten. She called my writing "Brilliant". That means she is either 1) easily amused. 2) Has EXCELLENT taste, 3) Kinda likes me. Any way you slice it... I will take a piece.

We're on the road to nowhere,

d

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Paddle. Check.

So, I am at a conference in Utah. Had some time between presentations, so I jotted down some blog ideas. Pretty much have the rest of the year covered! Utah was not as useless as one would think.

This one idea was about how white water rafting is dangerous. On so many levels.

First there is the fact you have to be properly equipped and in good shape in order to successfully engage in the activity.

I mean you have to know YOUR limitations... What you can and can't handle. If you are not fully prepared and in shape to tackle the river... You are going to hurt yourself, or someone else.

While I know there are other people involved, sometimes old friends, who you rely on, and sometimes it is new friends, bonding over the common factor of insanity that is white water rafting.

Secondly, there is boarding and embarking on the journey. This in and of itself is a trying process. You do not know what to expect. The brochures make it look exciting as all hell!, and if you talk to anyone who has done it before, they will tell you about how wonderful it is. Your really good friends will tell you about the pain they endured... The bruises and broken things... It happens.

The beginning is uncomfortable. New sensations. New things to learn and remember. The price of negligence is costly.

So... You are fully on the river... Flowing along. You have to be careful NOT to get off course. You can take the wrong fork and be completely and wholly fucked. There will be forks in the beginning that may be easy to recognize the proper channel to take will be obvious. Now, if the waters get choppy and rapid, the choices have to be made in a heartbeat, and the consequences dire...

There is also the peril of getting swept away. Not caring... Letting yourself go and just seeing "where the river takes you". It can be inviting and alluring to do so.. Throw out the "It is what it is!" or "YOLO!" (which I am happy to say is one of the good things to die in 2016) comment and just surrender.

The major drawback is that you may not like where you end up, and how costly is was to get there in money and time...

Speaking of time, it becomes an even more ethereal thing... Seeming to have stretches of forever, where you don't even notice or remember the last time you saw the river. Then there are times where you feel like there is not enough time, it is flying by so fast, before you know it... you have to say goodbye to the river...

Another thing, and this is just my personal opinion... when you are in a raft... and cruising along... Other rafts may show up... Rafts you have been on before... You know the raft... And while that journey ended, the raft was not really the issue... So... It may look tempting... BUT... beware.

Trying to navigate between two rafts... That is exactly when the waters will get choppy and agitated beyond comprehension. The likelihood of capsizing BOTH rafts, and a whole lot of misery, and drowning, is increased by a magnitude of eleventy billion. I avoid that shit like the plague.

If you communicate with people who are in the raft with you... And hell, even with the raft... With the river... The chances you will successfully navigate the churning, frothy, waters improve dramatically. It is a team effort.

Now... in every excursion on the river... There may come a time to bail. The waters are raging. There are rocks ahead. There are many, many signs telling you, SCREAMING at you, "Danger Ahead! Like 'you are going to end up bloody' Danger, and it is coming at YOU!"

This is the decision that will haunt you for a while. The decision you will look back on with regret. Wishing you had, or wishing you hadn't... You will look back and wonder "What if?", more than once.

If that point comes to fruition, you will wonder, "How in the name of fuck did I get here? I was smart. I planned ahead. I followed the rules." When white water rafting, the rules are in place, and through no fault of your own, you can find yourself in the aforementioned Pucker Factor 5000 Danger Zone.

Sadly... There may not even be ANY danger. The waters calm and serene... And you will still want to exit the raft. There is not any other rafts that have drawn your attention... There is no turbulence... Some white water rafting trips just don't work out... Nobody's fault. Just not the right time... You do your best to minimize the damage to yourself and others when this happens.

After all the warnings... You may be wondering, "Why in the name of all this is holy and unholy would anyone subject themselves to that???"

There is no feeling like it. Butterflies. Thrills. You feel like you have the opportunity to be the best version of you that you can be. You make memories. A shared experience that is yours to cherish forever. Regardless of what happens... If you have been on that river for a while, it has left your heart and soul with it's imprint.

You can't get that standing on the shore.

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Wait... I was thinking about relationships and falling for someone... NOT white water rafting. I would not go white water rafting if you paid me. And paid me well. Lots of zeros. Read it again, and do the analogy/metaphor thingy... Rafts are people... River is a relationship... That sorta shit.

I am in a relationship. While that nomenclature is pretty broad... It is easier to type than "We are enjoying each other's company and seeing what happens in an organic and natural progression (And we enjoy the kissing and fooling around)."

For the record.. Utah was bitter fucking cold. First time I have been on a plane that needed to be "de-iced", which makes ones sphincter twitch a tad... The best part of the trip was the sandwich in the airports Gordon Biersch's restaurant when departing the Beehive state.

The Artisan Grilled Cheese... Gruyere cheese, four strips of thick cut, hickory smoked, bacon, a flavorful avocado mayo spread on sourdough bread, grilled to perfection... FUCK YES! Can't recommend enough. And according to the internets... They are everywhere, not just in Salt Lake City International Airport! SCORE!

Parting shot... 10,000 some odd views on my little writings... I appreciate it...

Up the creek,

d

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The State Snack is Jell-O

Tomorrow I am heading to Utah for a conference. Third time to this conference, and it will be the same people talking about the same thing. Always in Utah. So... down and dirty blog time.

Flying north in the winter is a bad idea, ask any damn migratory bird. The organizers announced that they were going to have it in December this time so people can go skiing after the conference. There was a smattering of "ooohs" from the audience. the rest of us were thinking, "December in Utah... Lovely."

I have the Nook loaded up with movies and books and all manner of diversion.

The hotel bar does not carry Coke products... WTF? I asked the bartender for a Jack and Coke, and he asks, ""Will a Jack and Pepsi do?"

"No. No. Hell no."

We are down the street from a cult temple. Ever been somewhere and everybody seems well adjusted and nice? Yeah... I am not a fan either.

The weather will be unseasonably... cold... and the highest temperature during the sentence will be 34. The HIGHEST temperature...

My folks are in town to watch Lily... AND give me presents for Xmas when I get back...

I will get paid on the day we fly back.

I am looking for any silver lining, because this will be the first trip in quite some time that I have someone I want to get back to.

She still likes me. I like her.

Thursday is so very far away,

d

No tunes this time... BUT... to get macabre.... If I were to perish... Mom and Dad get all my shit... Delete the "Downloads" folder on my computer - Trust me. Just do it....

IT'S RIP #$%@& TAYLOR!

I didn't want to write this weekend.

I am afraid of a few things... First and foremost, tomorrow is my first day back at work since the 18th. Nine days off. I may have forgotten a password to a server or two...

In the first five of these nine glorious days of "not a fucking care in the world", I did nothing. I binged Game of Thrones, I played some Xbox, I made a trip to the grocery or booze store, but seriously nothing of import.

Then... I made a date.

The date was Friday evening. Just a meet and greet. We are now planning seeing each other tomorrow night. The first second date of 2016. We like each other. She is absolutely gorgeous.

This will also make tomorrow at work that much more of a bitch to get through.

So... I am happy. Which does not lend itself to writing a blog where you rant and rave about shit. I remember the band Godsmack, talking about their third album being the most difficult...

"Hard to be pissed off and angry when you are a millionaire."

So... with that in mind... I would like to take this moment to talk to Hallmark, American Greetings, and Blue Mountain... The top three greeting card companies...

GLITTER ON CARDS SUCKS BIGGER THAN THE BIGGEST SUCK THAT EVER SUCKED SUCK.

Seriously... I got my birthday card from Mom and Dad, and after checking for money, read it. Beautiful sentiment... Truly... There were tears... Wiped my eyes! (Not really, but Mom is an avid reader and she was happy for that nanosecond... Was a nice card Mom! sincerely!)

I went to the bathroom, to accomplish the tasks you do when you enter a bathroom, and as I was passing the mirror, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimmer...

Upon gazing at my face, it looked as if I had been booby bitch slapped by a bountiful bevy of bombastically bosom-ed burlesque dancers... Honestly, I have been to gentleman's clubs and have exited wearing less glitter than I did reading this card.

Now, there is only one greater offense in the "card sending world" and that is: adding confetti to cards. Some people want to pack their invitation to Taylor's Second grade Graduation with Rip Taylor levels of confetti...

For you young'uns...

"Thank you for the card... And making me break out the fucking vacuum cleaner. Also, can't wait till I am moving out of this house fourteen years from now and still finding fucking confetti... My RSVP now stands for 'Really? Suck Venomous Penis!'"

By intrinsic properties... If I get a glittery card, that has confetti in it... I am legally absolved of all wrong doing. KILL CRAZY RAMPAGE!!!!!

Heretofore known as the "The Hallmark + Asshole Defense Loophole"

Christmas is coming, people. Make it snow... but not with glitter. I mentioned this to my date while on the phone. Her first response was to think of a person she really is not a fan of, but will probably have to end up sending a card to... I could HEAR the evil smirk! "Hmmm... Confetti"...

I do like her.

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I am soooooooooooo looking forward to tomorrow...

While I am not blinded by emotions (yet), I am happy that there IS potential. Potential denotes possibilities. Possibilities are based on odds and as a not so great smugglar once remarked, "Never tell me the odds."

Then he went and successfully navigated an asteriod field. (3720:1, against. ALPHA GEEK!)

2016 has blown all magnitudes of goat. If this is how 2017 is ushered in, I am okay with that.

It's a beautiful morning,

d

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Ka Thoo Loo - It'll Make Sense

Talking with Moms earlier this week. She pondered why when it was cold, the wind was more audible. When it gets cold... The wind seems to be screaming. I am sure there is some science to it... but I just feel like it is because it is the dying time of year.

I thought back to all the cold nights I have had, and there have been quite a few. They were never ending, and always were somehow darker.

Nights where the wind is howling, and you are waiting on someone you love, who is travelling... You know the roads are treacherous, vision is compromised, and you are powerless. The. Worst. Nights. Ever.

December of 1990, I was waiting on my parents. They were on the road from Kansas... Basically coming to pick me up at my grandparents house in Michigan. I was an adult... 18 years old for about six weeks... I had gone out into the big bad world, and subsequently had my ass solidly handed back to me.

Smoking like a chimney, as I watched the snow fall and listened to the whine of the wind through the giant pines, accompanied by the solemn voice of Mr. Presley crooning "I'll Be Home For Christmas" from the ever present kitchen radio. Sitting in the dark... and watching every set of headlights coming down E Drive... Hoping they turned into the driveway.

I remember the relentless winds of Kansas winters. Going out to the wood pile to get an "all-nighter" for the stove. Cracking open the door, hearing a scream of wind as the seal was broken. It was like a front in a battle... a horde of invaders, making all the noise they could to intimidate the defenders, warm in their keep.

The Kansas winds of winter were equally brutal in that there was no escape... If you were outside, and it was windy, you were cold. End of story. You could put on as many layers as you wanted... But that wind would sneak... penetrate... creep in... and hit that one spot on the top of your butt crack that reduces your bladder to that of a 10 year old girl's on a road trip.

I was in a "treehouse" above a shed in Andover, Kansas. My "girlfriend" on my lap - for purely warmth sharing purposes (Oh, the lies we told!). I was a Sophomore so... Started feeling funny... And oh so good! ("No, I am just happy to see you... Nothing in my pockets!") I remember holding her, and her telling me that she liked my hands because they made her feel secure and safe. I floated home that night...

In the military, I spent winter the winter of 1995/96 in Turkey and while it never got super cold, the winds would sweep down from the Taurus Mountains. I remember the tents being rated for 45 mph winds. I also remember the night we got word that a storm was coming through with gusts up to 60 mph. Not a lot of sleeping going on as the tent "breathed"... And try sleeping with stakes and a mallet... A couple of tents in Tent City (aptly named!) were toppled, we were lucky though. However, I will never, ever forget that sound.

Again, I have no clue as to why just the SOUND of a 15 mph wind, in December, makes you shiver. The same breeze is not even audible in the summer. Also, a 15 mph wind in the summer is almost a blessing! Winter has "wind chill", summer has "heat index"... Both equally shitty, like oral sex from a rabid honey badger. Having never received oral administrations from Mellivora capensis, suffering from a virus in the Mononegaviralis order... I am just guessing it would be pretty no bueno.

The song that will always and forever take me to those nights where you feel you will never get warm again is "The Call of Cthulu" (refer to Title! Told ya!) by Metallica... just the opening 15 seconds alone...

It's an instrumental Mom, so... You don't have to worry about not understanding the words.

Like I mentioned earlier, cold and windy nights always seem darker. I don't think there has ever been a "happy" story that started with "It was cold, dark, and the wind was blowing..." 

Winter is the season of dying. The wind in the winter is the exhalation of that death... The could be the reason that the wind sounds different. The last struggling gasp before the calm and rebirth of spring. The loudest the breezes of other seasons ever got was in Type O Negative's cover of Seals and Croft's "Summer Breeze".

On the complete opposite end of the spectrum, I remember the winter nights of absolute stillness. Where it seems like a spell has been cast and the first sound is shockingly loud... and pulls you out of the trance.

One nights in Michigan, where I was smoking outside, marvelling at the serenity of the night and suddenly I was aware of a deer plodding through the grandparents yard... Both of us startling each other...

The night in Texas, three years back when a freeze came through, knocking out power. I remember waking up to what I thought were gunshots. Confused and trying to listen for the offending racket... I was amazed at how eerily quiet it was... then KRRRRRKRACK! as a tree limb gave way to the weight of the ice.

This post was brought on by the aforementioned conversation with Moms, and the fact that the first true cold snap hit this Friday. Had to turn on the heater today.

The first-time-heater-comes-on-burnt-smell is for another blog. 

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This week I did my best to provide an escape from the current state of affairs... I felt I needed a respite from the deluge of shitty, shitty news coming from the next Administrative branch.

Just reminiscing about winters past, makes me happy... It also brings a twinge of sadness. I scoped the Google maps, Earth view for my grandparents place. It is gone. Wiped from existence. It lives on in my minds eye... and in my heart. While I remember, and cherish, hundreds of memories, I lament those I can't recall...

What I would not give for one more night, windy or not.

Caught beneath the landslide,

d

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Setting The Course of My Discourse

It has been a long ass week. There is no mirth in the air. Everything is tinted with uncertainty.

Yesterday was my birthday, and while I received the warmest and kindest well wishings, I felt zero reason for celebrating.  It took me a while to put my finger on it... then it hit me... I am in grief.

Denial

Are there really that many white guys who want to say the "n" word? I am flabbergasted by the "Secret" vote that showed up and proved the pollsters and data crunching types completely wrong. I am talking about "guys who never have kissed a girl" data crunching types...

I saw some of the Colbert coverage on election night... When it became apparent that things had gone so horribly wrong, the tone shifted and became somber and morose. It was just sad.

There are petitions screaming for the electoral college, who officially declares the votes on December 19th to cast their votes for Clinton. If there was ever an example of denial... I think this sums it up.

Donald Trump, TV Reality Show Host, Real Estate "Mogul", Daddy Made Millionaire, Thrice divorced, Contractor Stiffing, Fraudulent University Creating, Six Time Bankruptcy Surviving, Pussy Grabbing/Sexually Assaulting, Daughter Creeping, Climate Change Denying, Birther Movement Leading, Tax and Draft Dodging, Meat Peddling, and just all around piece of shit, is going to be President.

FUCKING ANGER

Have I had visions of his demise run through the ol' noggin here? Of course. My mind hit a new level of sadism that even scared ME. I had to take a moment after looking through the Home Depot advert and I spotted a 10ft. chainsaw pole... That's right... Shish-Ka-Don...

Still, even then, you have that Race Bannon bastard as Veep... Seriously... Here... Look...

What a douche. And he thinks you can electrocute the gay out of someone... and evolution is evil...

Anger is always the secondary emotion... Usually the manifestation from the hurt you are feeling... And when you get hurt... You want to know "just who the fuck made you hurt?"

The media has to take a nice heaping of blame for this debacle. Giving someone an estimated FOUR BILLION dollars in air time, because of your whore like addiction to ratings, is one of the key ingredients in this shit show.

I would also like to say "Privet, Tovarishch!" to all the Russian State sponsored propagators of propaganda! Russian heads of state are now coming forward and saying that they had meetings with the Trump campaign. Samantha Bee did a nice little piece about the Russian agents manipulating the election through social media outlets. As for her "sources"... They were THE RUSSIAN AGENTS themselves!!!

This brings up a new aspect to this election, that really rose to prominence... Media Gravitas... A political pundit, schooled in Political Science, been on the beltway for over a decade, and considered to be an expert, can write a wonderful piece for a publication, or website. It will say how much the world will just suck shit if Trump is elected...

And some pimply faced, goat fucker, sitting in his shit stained boxers can publish a fucking OPINION on a mocked up, completely fictional website, and as long as it "feels right" to the mouth breathers... It is given the same credence as the article in the previous paragraph.

Big blame to people not doing their own research... Only wanting to be spoon fed opinions... Bumper Sticker nuggets, easily digested and put into their repository of "debating points". "She's a criminal!". Right... So... She was not charged because why? Key word in that sentence is "charged". Clinton was never even CHARGED.

Could blame the DNC... They fucked my man Bernie squarely in the ass... Yeah, they knew what was "best" for the country. Actually, they were worried because for most of his career, the Berning Man had a nice "(I)" after his name... He would hold the DNC to task, as well as the RNC.

People who voted Third Party should take some heat. Some of the races were close that those votes could have made the difference between four years of continued prosperity and growth, and "Who the fuck knows if tomorrow will even fucking exist?"

Rachel Maddow, my not so secret man crush, said it so very wonderfully,

"If you vote for someone who can not win for President, it means you do not care who wins for President."

I voted. I cared. I hurt. I rage.

Bargining

If I believed in the notion of a soul, I doubt I would offer to sell it if we could get a do over on this election. Besides, it is well documented that I sold my soul to Jesus when I was seven or some shit... I was young and needed the Legos.

I think out of all the stages, this is the most deceptive to know whether you are out of it or not. Do you tell yourself that if you can go the whole day without picturing Trump supporters getting the "Inglorious Basterds" treatment on their foreheads, then you are good to go!

For those not familiar, that is where you take a large knife and carve a fucking swastika in their fucking forehead (This is a good case I might still be in the "Anger" phase). This way, if they are not in KKK robes, and not out screaming the n-word, or pulling women's hijabs, you can still just look at them and know them for the pieces of shit they are.

Now... Are all people who voted for Trump racist, xenophobic, misogynistic and homophobic pieces of shit??? NO.

Let me repeat that... NO. They are not.

HOWEVER... They supported and voted for Racism. They supported and voted for Xenophobia. They supported and voted for Misogyny. They supported and voted for Homophobia.

The KKKandidate showed his colors on the campaign trail.

I will concede that a subset of those who voted the way they did... Was because they felt that they have been ignored. Regardless of party, they have been neglected as candidates fly over and breeze on by. They reckon an outsider just might have their interests at heart. They literally feel that they have nothing left to lose... and they are not "incorrect". I just wish they did not include the rest of us in their vortex of suck.

If I had a soul, I would sell it to try and shelter these people. They will be the ones fucked the hardest by this colossal orange turd.

Depression

There are already sad, sad tidings of the upcoming administration's appointees. Ebell for the EPA is one of the biggest Climate Change Deniers there is... So, hope you like higher AC bills for longer periods of time... It is going to get hotter.

Dr. Ben Carson might be in charge of the Dept. of Education job. Napping will be allowed in science class and prayer will be mandatory?

I was saddened to see a post where teachers did not really know what to say to their students Wednesday morning... Instead of history being made and it being a celebration, there were students chanting "Build The Wall!" in a lunchroom...

It seems that the Trump tax strategy is that same as Brownback's in Kansas. I have plenty of friends in Kansas... and the word that bestdescribes that particular plan: fucking calamity. It was supposed to be the Republican alternative. It truly is an alternative... an alternative to economic prosperity and job growth.

I am sad that a legacy of a good presidency is in true jeopardy. Through this whole week, the President showed nothing but class, even nobility, in extending his hand, and his help, to the incoming administration.

Hopefully it rubbed off on Trump. THIS is how you are supposed to act in victory... AND defeat. Not like a vindictive, vile, petulant little grade school bitch.

Acceptance

I have accepted that there will be loses... We are looking at losing anything resembling a viable 4th Estate. The media will be running scared if Trump goes forward with his "Libal Law Reform"... Which is basically code for "PISSING ON FREE SPEECH" and "WIPING YOUR ASS WITH FREEDOM OF THE PRESS".

So far the only late night host who did not shit all over the Donald, was Jimmy Fallon... And he was essentially called a gutless coward for it... Jay Leno would be proud.

Affordable Care will be the first casua... Strangely enough, this Friday, Trump seemed to indicate that "modifications" would be coming, but seemed to recant the total gutting of Obamacare... So..,

I have also accepted there will be some gains...

The number of hate crimes will skyrocket. I saw numerous "Day One in Trump's America" posts. Swastikas painted on walls. "Deportation Notices", printed by some little miscreant, handed out in a high school. Stories of women's hijabs being pulled off...

I would like everyone to start calling them "Trump Crimes". Hashtag that shit. #trumpcrimes

Please, before you blindly go pasting stuff in your social media feeds... Snopes that shit!!! Make sure you are not furthering false accusations, and painting a false narrative. If you continuously post things that are later debunked, it becomes a whole "boy who cried wolf" narrative.

And that is precisely what they want. When the cries of the victims are no longer heard, or muted by all the other noise... The Trumpzi Nation will REALLY begin to go to work.

The bigots, racists, xenophobes, and homophones... They now have a "It's okay now" mentality.

If you do one thing or take one thing away from reading this...

If you see something happening to someone, and it is apparent it is motivated by race, religion, nationality, or sexual orientation... DO SOMETHING... PLEASE! Record it! Call the cops! DO NOT LET THEM ASSAULT ANOTHER HUMAN BEING IN FRONT OF YOU!

If you do nothing... You are just one of the "Good German People of the late 30's and early 40's".

I know acceptance is the last and hardest part of grieving... It helps to have an exact date in mind...

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Trump will leave office. He will go back to his gold plated apartment in the building with his name on it. We will be the ones left holding the bill... Remember that.

I was tired after eight years of the Retarded Cowboy.Bush Jr... Hate is exhausting. I don't know if I have four more of it in me. But for you... Reader... I will do what I can.

I have spent this week in "Saving Pvt. Ryan" beach mode... Grainy, shaky, and shell shocked...

I have also been planning my next moves... Starting with this here blog... I know that at work I am going to be MORE PC... I will correct micro aggressions whenever and wherever I can... I will make their redneck arteries explode... I will speak out MORE against the Rapist Elect.

Telling me to "Accept the election" and "Stop protesting" is the surest way to make me do the exact opposite... I am the Captain. (TITLE MAKES SENSE NOW, DON'T IT?)

All circuits are busy, try back again,

d

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