Presidential Politics and oh the wave of depression.

I used to post more about politics. I honestly try to avoid thinking about anything connected to that for even one second because of the swell of immense anger and disappointment that immediately surges up. But honestly if you would vote for people who believe these things are the right things to do, then you and I are at completely opposite ends of the pole of what is acceptable to think AS A DECENT HUMAN BEING and what is not. And that’d be ME on the side of acceptable and you making a choice that other people don’t matter even one tiny bit.

Life begins practically at the THOUGHT of it. The rich get crazy crazy richer (without any effort on their part) and the poor are left to die unmedicated in the gutter? Ryan & Romney = truly revolting and despicable.

That’s the definition of INHUMANE at its very core.

This. Remember this.

Coretta Scott King: “I must remind you that starving a child is violence. Suppressing a culture is violence. Neglecting schoolchildren is violence. Punishing a mother and her family is violence. Discrimination against a working man is violence. Ghetto housing is violence. Ignoring medical need is violence. Contempt for poverty is violence.

Charles Eisenstein: “Love is the expansion of the self to include the other. And that’s a different kind of revolution.

both quoted in this amazing post by Eireann Lorsung.

To which I’ll add: “Love is the answer and you know that for sure.” –from another poet for peace, John Lennon.

Bad, bad girl.

The list of things you should never do includes: walk 45 minutes home in blazing sunshine with no sunscreen on.
But you know what? I’m doin’ it anyway! That’s exactly the kind of daredevil I am. Hahahahahahaha, sometimes I really crack myself up.
Dear (already grotesque anyway) upper arms: prepare to have a nice Farmer tan for the rest of the summer. Sucks for you!

To crib from Al Franken, “Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them”

Wow. I’m flabbergasted. I just found out someone has been telling me a lie. A fairly big lie that has involved numerous “edits” to numerous conversations. FOR MONTHS. And the reason for telling the lie…was to not “alienate” me.

Here’s a little piece of advice: being lied to is alienating all on its own.

Yes, I know, I have kinda a “thing” about being lied to. My mom has remarked on that it bothers me a lot more than it bothers you know say your average normal person when they get lied to. Bygones. This is me. This is how I feel. I can’t be YOU on MY web site, can I?