9 Oct 20: good grief

In short:

yes, another hurricane is battering Louisiana; the Lake Charles mayor ordered everyone to evacuate; Mom and Dad left for Houston on Thursday, and the normally 2.5 hour drive took them 8.5 hours;

their house couldn’t get much more destroyed, so at least there’s not nearly as much to worry about as last time;

does anyone at the White House NOT have covid?

until we have two fact-based candidates for any political seat, can we ban all debates?

in the meantime:

yes you did because…

neither could we!

13 August 2020: A friend shot in Portland, save the USPS, daily

Y’all, this past Friday, while awaiting delivery of a case of wine, I received this message just before 7p.

People, HOW does any company think it can get away with this nonsense in this day and age in America? We are all always home and, certainly, the four of us were on Friday.

THINK! Update! It’s like the email I just received letting me know that my application to serve as an election judge has been accepted. I am thrilled to serve as an election worker this November, but, unlike the email stated, the next election is not June 2, 2020. It is, DUH, November 3, 2020. 81 days from now, 80 if you receive this tomorrow. I know we’re all tired and borderline nuts, but damn. This shit is serious.

Speaking of serious shit: Kamala. Kamala is a boss. Super smart, fierce, accomplished, ambitious, can be played by Maya Rudolph. She grilled Brett Kavanaugh with the fire of 10,000 suns. You go, Joe. Should trump stick with Mother’s husband, Kamala will skewer him. I await the first VP debate with gimlet eyes, glee, and a to-be-made-then vat of popcorn.

I remain the most enthusiastic fan of Elizabeth Warren, Julián Castro, Tammy Duckworth, Val Demings, Adam Schiff, and Eric Swalwell and hope all are considered for cabinet positions when the blue wave comes. Katie Porter should run for Kamala’s Senate seat! Increasingly, my attitude is elect/seat women, burn the bulk of this country’s infrastructure down, and let’s go from there.

In the meantime, SAVE THE GODDAMN US POSTAL SERVICE. Seriously, y’all. This is NOT funny. Knowing he/they can only win by cheating, trump/the GOP are, you guessed, it trying to cheat by defunding the postal service so that people cannot vote by mail. As you can imagine, the ability to vote by mail is, in a pandemic, crucial. Voting also happens to be a goddamn right unless you’ve been disenfranchised for being poor, black, poor and black, brown in many cases, once smoked or sold pot and were thrown in jail for 90 years, and so forth. #SystemicRacism #EndWhiteSupremacy

link to article

Even Susan “Concerned” Collins is, wait for it, concerned!

Let’s all clutch our pearls together in the deep knowing that she will not do one thing about it.

I spoke to our mail carrier today, and he said that DC and VA have already had mail-sorting machines removed from postal stations; this hasn’t happened in our area in Maryland yet, but he said it’s coming.

The above pictures were snapped in Eugene, OR, this week. Oregon, man. Three weeks ago, as part of the Wall of Moms peacefully protesting in Portland, my dear friend Ellen was shot in the foot by the federal goon squad while the moms flanking her were shot in the leg and arm respectively. Ellen is asthmatic and was already in a cast as she’d broken an ankle several weeks prior; she is now in a wheelchair because the goon’s rubber bullet broke her foot through her shoe. Here is her article in Time.

Not it’s not! We are NOT fine. Nothing is.

But this is funny, so I’ll leave you with it and a plea to get busy bringing Blue home.