I JUST GOT IT! Ted Cruz is Ashton Kutcher's last big practical joke before Ashton becomes the speechwriter for the 'tea party,' channeling Dr. Seuss, no doubt. At least they may make a little more sense now, to the 14 to 19 year old crowd... (couple of 'dirty words' thrown in to make them feel at home). Ah, but do they vote, Ted? (Like you would know... have you read any more of the 'Great Books' lately? Well maybe you should ask that great 'tea party' "Intellectual" who ran for VP (now what was his name, you know with the guy who was building an elevator for his cars... you know... old whatsisname). He'll probably find something for you, like maybe "James and the Giant Peach," although that one might be a bit too radical for you. "Alice in Wonderland" is nice, make you feel right at home in that big old House of Representatives where you get kinda lost and don't quite know what's going on in the outside world, where the rotten peasants of the general public are always giving you trouble, and don't fit into your idea of what things should really be like... and never fit into the numbers you guys make up to show you know what's going on.
But be careful, Teddy, did you know that if you kids do manage to shut down the government, that means no trips for you, no nice helicopter rides to see the younger kids in the Army get shot by snipers far below you, so you can come home and tell us all about "Those Terrible terrorists who say they are defending their country, when we all know they are just getting ready to fly over here on their camels and attack our homes and kill our women and children." Yep, all you brave congressmen might have to give up all your percs for a couple of days to show what big stuff you are, 'running the country' and making sure that the people on Social Security see what a big guy you are, 'heh, heh, heh,' as dear old Georgie used to say. But then you can have a big celebration, marching around and showing up to sit in your seats for a change and show how you can borrow a bit more from the Chinese and settle things with yet another weird bill or vote to make sure the rich get richer, so you get reelected for yet another term. After all, you have to 'work' a few more years to make sure you can retire on full pay and get one of those great lobbyist jobs for more money. Wouldn't want to miss that little 'House' perc. After all, Washington is a lot more fun than having to stay home with the wife and kiddies... girls are better looking there and quite available, and the food is great, 'specially when it is all paid for by the lobbyists who work for the large corporations that pay for all your extra needs and particularly for your next campaign for Congress.
Show 'em who's boss, Teddy. Show 'em that if you don't particularly like to work at a regular job and can glad hand and suck up to millionaire corporate types, you too might be able to get into a really sweet 'job' in Washington, D.C., the playground of the East. Show 'em you can make up all kinds of great stories and statistics and talk your head off about the celebrities you know, even if they are kinda minor ones... well, hell, they're big shots and make you sound big. Hey, keep it up kid, you might even run for president one day, then you might be able to appoint Ashton Kutcher to your cabinet. Let the practical jokes begin!!!
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Friday, September 27, 2013
Four of a Kind
I’ve always loved the name Jack. Given my choice, I’d probably have named my son Jack instead of Mark, but my ex won that time and Mark got what his sister considers a ‘lucky’ name, the name of the ex’s uncle. (Not that lucky... the old uncle died and left his money to an earlier generation.)
So I use the name Jack often in the stories I write. Haven’t named any of my pets Jack, but I always seem to have female pets and that name just doesn’t sound like a female. Jack is such a guy’s name, and most Jacks are pretty cute guys... like Jack Kennedy, one of the outstanding Jacks of all time. A lot of them get to be ‘Jackie,’ as in Jackie Robinson and Jackie Chan, but I prefer just plain Jack, as in ‘Jack Armstrong, the All-American Boy,’ from our long lost youth (my ancient generation, that is).
And think of all the expressions using that name: ‘Jack be nimble/ Jack be quick/ Jack jump over the candlestick.’ Or, ‘Jack of all trades/ master of none.’ (That’s me, female though I be.) Jack and Jill, Jack and the Beanstalk, Jack Russell terrier, Little Jack Horner, Jack the Ripper, Jack Frost, Black Jack, Crackerjack, Applejack, Jack Daniel’s whiskey, Jack cheese, jack hammer, jack knife, and that ever popular ‘jack off’... wow, I could go on forever, think about it, you’ll remember a LOT more.
So, I was thinking (yeah, I do that once in awhile) the other day, I seem to have acquired three Jack friends since I moved to San Francisco. The oldest (he will hate me for that) is my friend Jack Light, then my cute little buddy, Jack Kessler over in El Cerrito (or the Oakland hills or wherever he has wandered to now) and a new one, cute tall, athletic, young Jack Fisher down in Santa Monica, the soccer player. Well, you can’t win a big round with only three of a kind, so I’m adding to the mix.
Yesterday I received a darling little ‘lucky monkey water dropper’ from China. (Google it, I’m not explaining.) He is adorable, an antique, and even has a usable chop on the bottom of the square block he is sitting on. His cute little expressive face seemed to be saying “I need a name, give me one.” So I am naming him Jack Chimp. Now I figure I should go out and buy a Powerball ticket and maybe a couple of our California lottery tickets too. At last I have four of a kind. Only Jacks, you say? Well, I ain’t gonna get no Kings or Queens 'round c'here any time soon, so I figure four Jacks might be pretty good. Of course, with my luck the day I get those tickets someone with four aces will show up to knock me back down. Story of my life...
So I use the name Jack often in the stories I write. Haven’t named any of my pets Jack, but I always seem to have female pets and that name just doesn’t sound like a female. Jack is such a guy’s name, and most Jacks are pretty cute guys... like Jack Kennedy, one of the outstanding Jacks of all time. A lot of them get to be ‘Jackie,’ as in Jackie Robinson and Jackie Chan, but I prefer just plain Jack, as in ‘Jack Armstrong, the All-American Boy,’ from our long lost youth (my ancient generation, that is).
And think of all the expressions using that name: ‘Jack be nimble/ Jack be quick/ Jack jump over the candlestick.’ Or, ‘Jack of all trades/ master of none.’ (That’s me, female though I be.) Jack and Jill, Jack and the Beanstalk, Jack Russell terrier, Little Jack Horner, Jack the Ripper, Jack Frost, Black Jack, Crackerjack, Applejack, Jack Daniel’s whiskey, Jack cheese, jack hammer, jack knife, and that ever popular ‘jack off’... wow, I could go on forever, think about it, you’ll remember a LOT more.
So, I was thinking (yeah, I do that once in awhile) the other day, I seem to have acquired three Jack friends since I moved to San Francisco. The oldest (he will hate me for that) is my friend Jack Light, then my cute little buddy, Jack Kessler over in El Cerrito (or the Oakland hills or wherever he has wandered to now) and a new one, cute tall, athletic, young Jack Fisher down in Santa Monica, the soccer player. Well, you can’t win a big round with only three of a kind, so I’m adding to the mix.
Yesterday I received a darling little ‘lucky monkey water dropper’ from China. (Google it, I’m not explaining.) He is adorable, an antique, and even has a usable chop on the bottom of the square block he is sitting on. His cute little expressive face seemed to be saying “I need a name, give me one.” So I am naming him Jack Chimp. Now I figure I should go out and buy a Powerball ticket and maybe a couple of our California lottery tickets too. At last I have four of a kind. Only Jacks, you say? Well, I ain’t gonna get no Kings or Queens 'round c'here any time soon, so I figure four Jacks might be pretty good. Of course, with my luck the day I get those tickets someone with four aces will show up to knock me back down. Story of my life...
I Guess Agreeing With Paul Krugman
Today I read a short article from Paul Krugman and got completely carried away... I am sick and tired of the Washington crowd... of politics and professional politicians. I wish I could move back to the Netherlands for good. I am quite sick of the fact that our country has gone from a (Mensa) lowest IQ for the top 2% of 145 when I was already in my middle age, to a current one of around 135. The politics have become no good, the school system is failing, I miss having intelligent people to talk to - blah, here goes:
How can these “middle-class” (don’t they KNOW they are the POOR), ignorant people belong to and vote for the republicans? I guess ‘ignorant’ is the prime word, particularly for the ones belonging to the ‘tea party’ (what a laugh that is... if they knew what it was supposed to mean, their ignorance might drop a half point perhaps). Don’t they realize the people they repeatedly vote into office are simply career politicians who can’t or don’t want to work at regular jobs, but have learned they can suck up to the rich, get funding if they promise to steer all the money their way, and spend the next 20 years sitting in Congress saying ‘NO’ to any decent bill that comes up that might benefit “the people” (i.e. NOT the rich... it might hurt them), then can retire on full pay, with great health insurance and many other benefits. Further, they can go to one of their by now very good wealthy friends and get a job paying EVEN MORE with better benefits as a lobbyist, or one who goes around telling all the friends he made in Congress how to vote to be sure to get the best percs and most corporate money by voting against anything that might help the poor and the (ha, ha) ‘middle class.’ :-) ;-)
And now... how do I know you poor ‘republicans’ (all the non-super-wealthy ones... I know why they are) are so ignorant. Because you didn’t pay attention to social studies, history, math, and a lot of other stuff, in school... and you now pay more attention to voting for crappy ‘singers’ on a super-crappy TV show than you do for people running for government jobs of any sort. You are the morons who don’t pay attention to what politicians are saying and doing, haven’t learned anything since around kindergarten and never vote. Unfortunately, you are also the ones who not only haven’t read this article, or any article of any intelligence, and have no idea what I am talking about. Further... I am afraid the educational system in this country has begun to be taken over by the republican party and its minions, and therefore, things are worse than any of us realize or know. We are becoming a nation of idiots.
When a Wal-family woman can try to give away her crappy art collection to save on her taxes, only to have it refused by 2-3 intelligent museum heads, then build a museum to house it in her home town, giving her even better reason not to have to pay any taxes... we are in bad shape. The very wealthy usually 'give to charity' a lot, but their idea of 'giving to charity' is to give to the symphony, museums, theatres, etc., in other words, give to all the people who can entertain you and then take that off your taxes. 'After all, the poor are only poor because they are lazy,' to quote Barbara Bush, and they usually can't entertain you. When many, many more of our ignorant population vote for non-entity pop ‘singers’ than vote for president, we are in worse shape. When people actually vote for ignorant ‘tea party’ nuts, some of whom have never had a real job (Ryan worked as a ‘go-fer’ for someone in Congress and for McDonalds... REAL WORK, right?), we are done for. Talk about the fall of the Roman Empire... the shooting in the streets has already begun. My dear ancestors who fought in the original Revolution must be spinning in their graves! They wrote the second amendment so that the people who volunteered to be in a National Guard (they called it militia) would have guns to use if needed... NOT TO TAKE HOME and kill your neighbors, people!!!
Since there is no god... they all were invented to keep the people in order and not objecting to the greedy overlords... I cannot now say ‘god bless you, you ignorant poor who are voting to make sure the wealthy not only keep, but also get more, wealth’... maybe I’ll just close with “May the powers that be help you all MAYBE read and Learn Something...anything, soon, please.” Oh hell, won’t happen, we are done for.
How can these “middle-class” (don’t they KNOW they are the POOR), ignorant people belong to and vote for the republicans? I guess ‘ignorant’ is the prime word, particularly for the ones belonging to the ‘tea party’ (what a laugh that is... if they knew what it was supposed to mean, their ignorance might drop a half point perhaps). Don’t they realize the people they repeatedly vote into office are simply career politicians who can’t or don’t want to work at regular jobs, but have learned they can suck up to the rich, get funding if they promise to steer all the money their way, and spend the next 20 years sitting in Congress saying ‘NO’ to any decent bill that comes up that might benefit “the people” (i.e. NOT the rich... it might hurt them), then can retire on full pay, with great health insurance and many other benefits. Further, they can go to one of their by now very good wealthy friends and get a job paying EVEN MORE with better benefits as a lobbyist, or one who goes around telling all the friends he made in Congress how to vote to be sure to get the best percs and most corporate money by voting against anything that might help the poor and the (ha, ha) ‘middle class.’ :-) ;-)
And now... how do I know you poor ‘republicans’ (all the non-super-wealthy ones... I know why they are) are so ignorant. Because you didn’t pay attention to social studies, history, math, and a lot of other stuff, in school... and you now pay more attention to voting for crappy ‘singers’ on a super-crappy TV show than you do for people running for government jobs of any sort. You are the morons who don’t pay attention to what politicians are saying and doing, haven’t learned anything since around kindergarten and never vote. Unfortunately, you are also the ones who not only haven’t read this article, or any article of any intelligence, and have no idea what I am talking about. Further... I am afraid the educational system in this country has begun to be taken over by the republican party and its minions, and therefore, things are worse than any of us realize or know. We are becoming a nation of idiots.
When a Wal-family woman can try to give away her crappy art collection to save on her taxes, only to have it refused by 2-3 intelligent museum heads, then build a museum to house it in her home town, giving her even better reason not to have to pay any taxes... we are in bad shape. The very wealthy usually 'give to charity' a lot, but their idea of 'giving to charity' is to give to the symphony, museums, theatres, etc., in other words, give to all the people who can entertain you and then take that off your taxes. 'After all, the poor are only poor because they are lazy,' to quote Barbara Bush, and they usually can't entertain you. When many, many more of our ignorant population vote for non-entity pop ‘singers’ than vote for president, we are in worse shape. When people actually vote for ignorant ‘tea party’ nuts, some of whom have never had a real job (Ryan worked as a ‘go-fer’ for someone in Congress and for McDonalds... REAL WORK, right?), we are done for. Talk about the fall of the Roman Empire... the shooting in the streets has already begun. My dear ancestors who fought in the original Revolution must be spinning in their graves! They wrote the second amendment so that the people who volunteered to be in a National Guard (they called it militia) would have guns to use if needed... NOT TO TAKE HOME and kill your neighbors, people!!!
Since there is no god... they all were invented to keep the people in order and not objecting to the greedy overlords... I cannot now say ‘god bless you, you ignorant poor who are voting to make sure the wealthy not only keep, but also get more, wealth’... maybe I’ll just close with “May the powers that be help you all MAYBE read and Learn Something...anything, soon, please.” Oh hell, won’t happen, we are done for.
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Great Way to Keep Up
So now it's almost my birthday, and about all I can think of is that the most memorable birthday I've had since the mess that happened on my birthday (9/11 lives on in infamy) was in '02 when Kirkie came to play for the day... there was a guy who knew how to play, and how to make love and bring lovely presents. I think he taught me how to play. I don't think I had a real 'playmate' in my adult years until I found him and he was a lot of fun... I miss him. This birthday will be fun, though, as Whitney and I are going to Callistoga to the lovely hot pools and nice massages. Roman Spa I think it is called. I'm all for that and can't wait. Wish K and I could have gone up to Callistoga... it's his kind of place.
Now what have I been doing in all these long months since last December? Getting old, I suppose. I know that for the first time in my life I really FEEL OLD. My back is killing me (ah, the Whitney back!) and my balance is off completely. Nothing like staggering around being held up by a walker. God I hate this time of really finally almost 'growing up' and suddenly become almost a helpless child. Most of all, I rather dislike the attitude of most people who surround me... sometimes being treated like a three year old... having the speaker treat one like a three year old, and then having them insist that they will 'help you.' I do not WANT help... I am more of an adult than they are. I absolutely LOVE people who understand... I adore Bill Ayres for something he did. I was at a writer's group meeting and said, "Well, I am very old, but I still..." and Bill broke in with, "Oh, Peg, you're not OLD." Bill is great... he talks to my mind, not my helpless body, and never treats me like a three year old. I have a couple of friends left who treat me like a contemporary, in spite of the fact that they are anything from 10 to 30 or 40 years younger than I. I recently had a lovely conversation about our past sex lives with a 35 year old guy, discovering that men don't change much, but enjoy the same things at 30 and 60 and I guess for the rest of their lives.
And now I shall close, having said not very much. God, even my hands are looking old... and they have always been my best feature. Ah, but I have discovered eBay and the fact that one can get rings to fit large (I refuse to say 'fat') fingers, so I do have a large set of lovely rings and bracelets... most in purple (amethyst) my color. Now when I show up at a meeting or a party, I show up! Ah, well, back to the PBS mysteries, I suppose. I'm not too impressed with "Silk"... but then, I have never liked lawyers... English or American, they are bloody bores. Now soccer players... I have just discovered them... wow! Bill may just be right... Peg, you're not OLD.
Now what have I been doing in all these long months since last December? Getting old, I suppose. I know that for the first time in my life I really FEEL OLD. My back is killing me (ah, the Whitney back!) and my balance is off completely. Nothing like staggering around being held up by a walker. God I hate this time of really finally almost 'growing up' and suddenly become almost a helpless child. Most of all, I rather dislike the attitude of most people who surround me... sometimes being treated like a three year old... having the speaker treat one like a three year old, and then having them insist that they will 'help you.' I do not WANT help... I am more of an adult than they are. I absolutely LOVE people who understand... I adore Bill Ayres for something he did. I was at a writer's group meeting and said, "Well, I am very old, but I still..." and Bill broke in with, "Oh, Peg, you're not OLD." Bill is great... he talks to my mind, not my helpless body, and never treats me like a three year old. I have a couple of friends left who treat me like a contemporary, in spite of the fact that they are anything from 10 to 30 or 40 years younger than I. I recently had a lovely conversation about our past sex lives with a 35 year old guy, discovering that men don't change much, but enjoy the same things at 30 and 60 and I guess for the rest of their lives.
And now I shall close, having said not very much. God, even my hands are looking old... and they have always been my best feature. Ah, but I have discovered eBay and the fact that one can get rings to fit large (I refuse to say 'fat') fingers, so I do have a large set of lovely rings and bracelets... most in purple (amethyst) my color. Now when I show up at a meeting or a party, I show up! Ah, well, back to the PBS mysteries, I suppose. I'm not too impressed with "Silk"... but then, I have never liked lawyers... English or American, they are bloody bores. Now soccer players... I have just discovered them... wow! Bill may just be right... Peg, you're not OLD.
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