Yeah, so, Elizabeth Warren turning down an invitation from Fox News to do a town hall is my new spirit animal.
I think this country needs a Warren/Harris 2020.
Yeah, so, I’m not going to lie … I really wish Bernie Sanders had sat this one out. I’m super, SUPER liberal, but I wasn’t impressed in 2016, and I’m not impressed now. I would have preferred he endorsed someone else and acted as the elder statesman (He’s 77 years old, my friends!) of the progressive movement that he is.
But I’m not writing this to shit all over Bernie Sanders. And I’m not writing this to shit all over Bernie supporters. (Although he has a very vocal group in his supporters, the Bernie Bros, who are real assholes.) Some of my best friends are Bernie fans. Seriously. I’m not just saying that in the way that racists try to pretend they’re not racist by pointing to their one African American friend. During the 2016 election we talked about our political differences like this:
My friend: “I’m going to vote for Bernie.”
Me: “Cool. I’m voting for Hillary.”
I’m writing this because things are already getting shitty on social media, and I think it’s important that we stick together! We need to do the right thing in 2020, my friends.
Bernie is not my candidate. I’m more of a Kamala Harris girl, or maybe Beto if he announces. That said, if Bernie wins the Democratic nomination, I will vote for him. I will vote for whomever the Democrat candidate is because that candidate will answer “no” to all my deciding questions.
If the Democratic candidate answers “no” to all of these questions, truthfully, then they get my vote. I mean, Predator Trump could answer “no” to all of these questions, but we’d know he was lying, so seriously, fuck that guy.
So, yeah, come on, my friends: Let’s have a positive, energizing democratic primary and may the best woman win.
Yeah, so, on Saturday I really wanted to go to the March For Our Lives in San Francisco. Gun control is something I feel strongly about, and by strongly I mean, “WTF America?! Get your shit together!” I’m always making calls and donating money to Moms Demand Action and the March For Our Lives, but I felt like it was important to get there.
To the people who say, “They’re coming for our guns:” I’m actually fine with that. I’d be fine with taking your guns. BUT, I realize that’s not realistic. We should ban semi-automatic weapons. Guns should be just as regulated as cars. You should have to take training and get a license before you can buy a gun, and universal background checks are a must. Of course, a universal background check won’t reveal if you have violent intentions for your gun, but at least we’re doing something instead of nothing. We’re doing nothing now, and that shit ain’t working.
OK, I’m done. Watch you step. Don’t trip on my soap box.
So anyway, I wanted to go, but large crowds and an autistic 6-year-old don’t mix. Instead, I watched the newsfeed of the Parkland students speeches in DC, and we grabbed some lunch at Rosamunde. I have three things to tell you about that:
Everyone thought I was drunk off my ass at 2 p.m. I wasn’t! I swear! Even though my mighty, mighty good man David said to everyone, “She’s had a few.” LOL! I tried to clean up my mess and salvage my dignity, but then I remembered Samantha Fuentes’s speech at the march in DC. She threw up in the middle of it, and said, “I just threw up on international television, and it feels great,” and then finished her speech! I’m not allowed to be embarrassed about stupid shit ever again.
After lunch, we joined the march from City Hall to the Ferry Building, but we did it one block down to avoid the crowds and the noise. I think next time there is a big protest like this, I should organize a sensory march that shadows that official march, so people with sensory-processing disorders can march and have their voices heard, too.
There were a ton of great signs in San Francisco, but I think my two favorites are these two that I saw online:
Yeah, so, I am on Day 6 of the never-ending flu.
All week I’ve been coughing, blowing my nose and having weird fever dreams. Good times. I missed three days of work, and I had to work from home on Thursday and Friday. I need to go to see “Baby Driver” for this week’s Dorking Out, but I’m still coughing. I don’t want to ruin the movie for everyone by coughing throughout the movie. I’m hoping by Sunday morning, I’m coughing less so I can see it before we record on Sunday night.
I’m so sick and tired of being sick and tired. I have been drinking Theraflu for more than a week. I’ve probably built up a tolerance to it, and I should consider switching to a different cold med. Or maybe I should start pouring whiskey in it. I hate taking cold meds. They make me feel loopy. Theraflu is one of the only ones that works for me and doesn’t make me high.
So anyway, at some point this week, I was in the fetal position in bed, trying to fall asleep, and I started thinking about the GOP health care bill, because apparently I wasn’t already feeling shitty enough.
I started thinking about how fucked up it is that we need to have a health care bill at all. Basically we need a health care bill, because if we don’t the health insurance companies will fuck us all until we all die. That’s it, right? They absolutely won’t do anything even remotely close to the right thing AT ALL. Unless there is a law, health insurance companies will not offer us a policy at a reasonable price that covers reasonable medical bills.
Think about how fucked up that is! If you need cancer treatment or you have a baby, instead of covering your costs, which is what health insurance should do, they will find a way to screw you over and make you pay for it. They want you to pay for health insurance AND your medical bills, because if there isn’t a law so fuck you.
Health insurance companies are not just mindless robots, they are owned and managed by actual human beings with hearts and souls (in theory). I don’t understand how they sleep at night. How do they justify trying to screw people over during some of the most stressful times in their lives? “I know you’ve been diagnosed with heart failure and you’re fighting for your life, I need to make another $10,000 to throw on my giant pile of money.”
What am I missing? Are health insurance companies like sharks? Just killing machines. Sharks gonna shark. Health insurance companies gonna health insurance company.
I also started thinking about the people who work for the Predator Trump administration, because – once again – apparently I don’t think I’m suffering enough. They are just lying, awful pieces of human garbage, aren’t they? How do they even look at themselves? How do they talk about their day at work with their spouse?
Terrible person #1: “How was your day at work, honey?”
Terrible person #2: “Good! I bullied the White House Press Corp turning off their recording equipment and then I accused them all of being fake news. Then I lied about Trump’s Muslim ban and the Medicaid cuts in the GOP health bill. How was your day?”
Here’s the thing: It’s not just that these “people” have a difference of opinion. They are lying, and they know they are lying. But by lying they thinking they are winning. I’m not sure what they think they’re winning.
“Today I helped the president bully a senator, who dared not to support something we wanted him, too. It’s really exciting time for us. We’re so close to stripping away health care benefits from millions of people, including those with pre-existing conditions as well as children, the elderly and people with special needs, because our most vulnerable citizens are not really Americans. Fuck those people, am I right? I mean, get a job or something. Whatever.”
I have yet to hear one reasonable argument for the GOP health care bill … or one reasonable argument for anything Predator Trump has said or done. I assume that’s because there isn’t one. All I’ve heard is a lot of lies.
I continue to be super disgusted and embarrassed by Predator Trump. I haven’t mentioned it on the blog in a while, but I’m still donating money to organizations that fight for what’s right: the ACLU, Southern Poverty Law Center and Planned Parenthood and SwingLeft.org. Oh, and I usually spend my evenings drunk dialing my reps. You should do it, too. It’s kinda fun.
Yeah, so, we survived the first week of Predator Rapey Dorito’s administration. When the hell are they going to start the impeachment process? Are they waiting until after we’re shipped off to the camps?
So anyway, it’s Friday, so it’s time for some Friday Cuteness.
Here’s a cute, little game of cat and mouse.
Yes, we have a mouse that comes up on our deck and eats the bird seed that falls out of the feeder. I know, I know.
Have a good weekend, you guys. Stay strong. We’re going to get through this together.
Yeah, so, I’ve been super ranty on Facebook, because I get pissed goddammit.
I wanted to share that I truly do put my money where my mouth is. For every angry political post I share on FB, I add $5 to my donations to organizations that fight for what’s right. If I feel like I’m spending too much, I can “work it off” by calling or writing my senators and representatives.
So, my next donation will be my usual amount plus an additional $75-$100, because I’ve been very angry the past two weeks. The Women’s March has got me all worked up. I have been making calls this week, and I just printed some postcards to send to my representatives so the amount might go down a little bit.
This only includes Facebook, because if I included my Twitter rants I would have no money for anything else, and a girl’s gotta eat … and drink beer.
Yeah, so, on Saturday I marched with millions of other people all over the world to protest pretty much everything Predator Trump stands for.
I put on my Angry, Liberal, Feminist Killjoy shirt, my cat hat, my Pussies Against Trump stickers and carried my “A Woman’s Place Is In The Rebellion” (with photo of Princess Leia – of course) sign to San Francisco City Hall and marched with an estimated 100,000 other people who want to fight for what’s right. I met up with good buddy Kate, friend Emilee, sister Michelle, brother-in-law Tony and two teenage nieces, Lorelei and Olivia. The rest of my local peeps went to the Oakland march. And I’m so proud of my friends who were marching all over the country, including Ohio, Washington, DC, Los Angeles, Portland, Seattle and New York. I am so lucky to know such amazing, awesome, smart people.
Why did I march?
I marched for my autistic son. I marched for my teenage nieces. I marched for my lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender friends and family. I marched for my Muslim friends. I marched for my African American friends. And yeah, I marched for myself and my pre-existing conditions. I marched because this country has elected a sexual predator who mocks people with disabilities. He is a garbage person, and I have no intention of being quiet about it. And thankfully, millions of other people think the same thing.
I am so happy I went to the march. For the first time since the election, I feel hopeful. All of those people, all over the world: We know this administration is not normal. It’s not OK. The misogyny, the racism, the ignorance, the lying: It’s unacceptable.
I avoided reading criticisms of the march, because they were all bullshit, whiny complaints by people who refuse to understand why people were marching. The people who marched are not “sore losers.” These are people who are going to be impacted by Predator Trump’s policies. They will be denied health care. They will be denied birth control. They will be denied the right to get married. They will be denied the right to an equal education. They will be denied equal pay for equal work. They will be denied clean drinking water. They could be deported for not being born here. They could be deported for practicing a non-Christian religion. These policies won’t “make America great again.” They are the exact opposite of what this country stands for. The idea that we should just accept it is ridiculous.
A woman I know commented on a photo from the march saying that all the women marching were “stupid.” I know, right? It was the most embarrassingly ignorant comment. I cannot, for the life of me, understand her thought process, or if there is even a thought process to understand. Let’s pretend for a second that she doesn’t care about health care, abortion, religion, etc. What woman doesn’t think that women should have equal rights? I’d argue that only a stupid woman would think that. Her lack of empathy is really sad, and I am so glad she is not my Facebook friend, because I don’t want to see ignorant shit like that. I’d reply, “Don’t worry, honey. We will do all the marching, protesting, letter writing and calling, and you just sit on your ignorant ass and enjoy the benefits of what we accomplish.” Ugh.
So anyway, I truly hope that everyone who march is following it up with action. I signed up on the Women’s March site for 10 Actions/100 Days, which has an action plan and emails you on how to do it. It’s rad. I also signed up for SwingLeft.org, which finds your closest swing district and makes it easy for you to volunteer, donate and work to turn that Republican seat into a Democrat seat. And, of course, I’m still donating to organizations that fight for what’s right, including the ACLU, Southern Poverty Law Center and Planned Parenthood.
Let’s do this, you guys.
Yeah, so, I went a little Mitt Romney rant yesterday on The Twitter, including:
But my good buddy Roger did it better with his awesome Romney Shaming.
Roger is the best, right?
I think Mitty Romney is completely clueless about this country. He thinks most people have a dancing horse in the Olympics. He is a selfish, rich asshole, who only cares about other selfish, rich assholes. I would call him a tool, but that would be an insult to tools, because tools are useful. Mitt Romney is a horrible person. Don’t believe me? Ask his dog, Seamus.
Also, I’m pretty sure he was in the Alpha Beta house in “Revenge of the Nerds.”
Yeah, so, I heard Mitt Romney’s New Hampshire primary victory speech on the way home from work tonight, and all I kept thinking about was this scene from “Sixteen Candles.”
Congratulations, Mitt. You are the king of the dip shits.
Yeah, so, it saddens me that the only women considering running for president are dum dums such as Bachmann and Sarah Palin.
I’ve made my feelings about Sarah Palin very clear here. She doesn’t give a shit about this country. She just wants to be famous.
I have mixed feelings about Michele Bachmann.
Part of me would love for her to win the Republican nomination because she is so fuckin’ batshit insane that Obama would kick her ass in the general election. But another part of me is horrified that enough people would vote for her to win the nomination.
Earlier this week, that nutcase officially through her crazy hat in the ring for the 2012 presidential race to the tune of Tom Petty’s “American Girl.” Well, Tom Petty, being of sound mind, sent off a cease and desist letter to her campaign forbidding her from using his song.
Of course, there are plenty of other songs that would be perfect for Michele Bachmann’s campaign. Here’s a quick list: