Friday, November 13, 2009

Amen, Anonymous Lady!

Ok, let me preface this by saying that
a) I know next to nothing about this Glen Beck guy; and
b) if we, the people, can't learn to look beyond the messengers, talking heads and (more importantly) get out from under this fallacious bullshiat battle between "left" and "right", we're DOOMED. (Pssst! Here's a secret - no matter what network, newspaper, radio station, etc. you get your news from and no matter which 'side of the aisle' you cheer for, there are two things that are immutably true: 1) the media is BOUGHT AND PAID FOR and 2) THE POLITICIANS, EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM, ARE TOO).

That being said, I'm posting this because no matter what your thoughts on the messenger (deliverer?) are, surely some, if not all of what follows will resonate with you? (If not, return to your delusion and pretend none of this was said and that none of this is happening in front of our very eyes....).

[...a woman in Arizona ...writes an open letter to our nation's leadership:]

"I am a home grown American citizen, 53, registered Democrat all my life. Before the last presidential election I registered as a Republican because I no longer felt the Democratic Party represents my views or works to pursue issues important to me. Now I no longer feel the Republican Party represents my views or works to pursue issues important to me. The fact is I no longer feel any political party or representative in Washington represents my views or works to pursue the issues important to me. Instead, we are burdened with Congressional Dukes and Duchesses who think they know better than the citizens they are supposed to represent.There must be someone. Please tell me who you are. Please stand up and tell me that you are there and that you're willing to fight for our Constitution as it was written. Please stand up now. You might ask yourself what my views and issues are that I would feel so horribly disenfranchised by both major political parties. What kind of nut-job am I? Well, these briefly are the views and issues for which I seek representation:

One, illegal immigration. I want you to stop coddling illegal immigrants and secure our borders. Close the underground tunnels. Stop the violence and the trafficking in drugs and people. No amnesty, not again. Been there, done that, no resolution. P.S., I'm not a racist. This is not to be confused with legal immigration.

Two, the STIMULUS bill. I want it repealed and I want no further funding supplied to it. We told you No, but you did it anyway. I want the remaining unfunded 95% repealed. Freeze, repeal.

Three: Czars. I want the circumvention of our constitutional checks and balances stopped immediately. Fire the czars. No more czars. Government officials answer to the process, not to the president. Stop trampling on our Constitution, and honor it.

Four, cap and trade. The debate on global warming is not over. There are many conflicting opinions and it is too soon for this radical legislation. Quit throwing our nation into politically-correct quicksand.

Five, universal healthcare. I will not be rushed into another expensive decision that will burden me, my children, and grandchildren. Don't you dare try to pass this in the middle of the night without even reading it. Slow down! Fix only what is broken -- we have the best health care system in the world -- and test any new program in one or two states first.

Six, growing government control. I want states rights and sovereignty fully restored. I want less government in my life, not more. More is not better! Shrink it down. Mind your own business. You have enough to take care of with your real [Constitutional] obligations. Why don't you start there.

Seven, ACORN. I do not want ACORN and its affiliates in charge of our 2010 census. I want them investigated. I also do not want mandatory escrow fees contributed to them every time on every real estate deal that closes -- how did they pull that one off? Stop the funding to ACORN and its affiliates pending impartial audits and investigations. I do not trust them with taking the census with our taxpayer money. I don't trust them with any of our taxpayer money. Face up to the allegations against them and get it resolved before taxpayers get any more involved with them. If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, hello. Stop protecting your political buddies. You work for us, the people. Investigate.

Eight, redistribution of wealth. No, no, no. I work for my money. It is mine. I have always worked for people with more money than I have because they gave me jobs -- and that is the only redistribution of wealth that I will support. I never got a job from a poor person! Why do you want me to hate my employers? And what do you have against shareholders making a profit?

Nine, charitable contributions. Although I never got a job from a poor person, I have helped many in need. Charity belongs in our local communities, where we know our needs best and can use our local talent and our local resources. Butt out, please. We want to do it ourselves.

Ten, corporate bailouts. Knock it off. Every company must sink or swim like the rest of us. If there are hard times ahead, we'll be better off just getting into it and letting the strong survive. Quick and painful. (Have you ever ripped off a Band-Aid?) We will pull together. Great things happen in America under great hardship. Give us the chance to innovate. We cannot disappoint you more than you have disappointed us.

Eleven, transparency and accountability. How about it? No, really, how about it? Let's have it. Let's say we give the buzzwords a rest and have some straight honest talk. Please stop trying to manipulate and appease me with clever wording. I am not the idiot you obviously take me for. Stop sneaking around and meeting in back rooms making deals with your friends. It will only be a prelude to your criminal investigation. Stop hiding things from me.

Twelve, unprecedented quick spending. Stop it now.Take a breath. Listen to the people. Slow down and get some input from nonpoliticians and experts on the subject. Stop making everything an emergency. Stop speed-reading our bills into law. I am not an activist. I am not a community organizer. Nor am I a terrorist, a militant or a violent person. I am a parent and a grandparent. I work. I'm busy. I am busy, and I am tired. I thought we elected competent people to take care of the business of government so that we could work, raise our families, pay our bills, have a little recreation, complain about taxes, endure our hardships, pursue our personal goals, cut our lawn, wash our cars on the weekends and be responsible contributing members of society and teach our children to be the same all while living in the home of the free and land of the brave.

I entrusted you with upholding the Constitution. I believed in the checks and balances to keep from getting far off course. What happened? You are very far off course. Do you really think I find humor in the hiring of a speed reader to unintelligently ramble all through a bill that you signed into law without knowing what it contained? I do not. It is a mockery of the responsibility I have entrusted to you. It is a slap in the face. I am not laughing at your arrogance. Why is it that I feel as if you would not trust me to make a single decision about my own life and how I would live it but you should expect that I should trust you with the debt that you have laid on all of us and our children. We did not want the TARP bill. We said no. We would repeal it if we could. I am sure that we still cannot. There is needless urgency and recklessness in all of your recent spending of our tax dollars.

From my perspective, it seems that all of you have gone insane. I also know that I am far from alone in these feelings. Do you honestly feel that your current pursuits have merit to patriotic Americans? We want it to stop. We want to put the brakes on everything that is being rushed by us and forced upon us. We want our voice back. You have forced us to put our lives on hold to straighten out the mess that you are making. We will have to give up our vacations, our time spent with our children, any relaxation time we may have had and money we cannot afford to spend on bringing our concerns to Washington . Our president often knows all the right buzzwords like unsustainable. Well, no kidding. How many tens of thousands of dollars did the focus group cost to come up with that word? We don't want your overpriced words. Stop treating us like we're morons.

We want all of you to stop focusing on your reelection and do the job we want done, not the job you want done or the job your party wants done. You work for us and at this rate I guarantee you not for long because we are coming. We will be heard and we will be represented.. You think we're so busy with our lives that we will never come for you? We are the formerly silent majority, all of us who quietly work, pay taxes, obey the law, vote, save money, keep our noses to the grindstone... and we are now looking at you. You have awakened us, the patriotic freedom spirit so strong and so powerful that it had been sleeping too long. You have pushed us too far. Our numbers are great. They may surprise you. For every one of us who will be there, there will be hundreds more that could not come. Unlike you, we have their trust. We will represent them honestly, rest assured. They will be at the polls on voting day to usher you out of office. We have cancelled vacations. We will use our last few dollars saved. We will find the representation among us and a grassroots campaign will flourish. We didn't ask for this fight. But the gloves are coming off. We do not come in violence, but we are angry. You will represent us or you will be replaced with someone who will. There are candidates among us who will rise like a Phoenix from the ashes that you have made of our constitution.

Democrat, Republican, independent, libertarian. Understand this. We don't care. Political parties are meaningless to us Patriotic Americans are willing to do right by us and our Constitution, and that is all that matters to us now. We are going to fire all of you who abuse power and seek more. It is not your power. It is ours and we want it back. We entrusted you with it and you abused it. You are dishonorable. You are dishonest. As Americans we are ashamed of you. You have brought shame to us. If you are not representing the wants and needs of your constituency loudly and consistently, in spite of the objections of your party, you will be fired. Did you hear? We no longer care about your political parties. You need to be loyal to us, not to them.. Because we will get you fired and they will not save you.If you do or can represent me, my issues, my views, please stand up. Make your identity known. You need to make some noise about it. Speak up. I need to know who you are. If you do not speak up, you will be herded out with the rest of the sheep and we will replace the whole damn congress if need be one by one. We are coming. Are we coming for you? Who do you represent? What do you represent? Listen. Because we are coming. We the people are coming."


OH. HELL. YES.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Wall Street, this burning pitchfork's for YOU!

AIG posts second quarterly profit
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/business/8347168.stm
I could post a big-assed profit if the Gubmint were dropping FAT STACKS of taxpayer bailout money on me!!!!!


Fannie’s Draws From Emergency Treasury Fund Reach $60 Billion
http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601103&sid=aTtl8uiGkfxc
Fannie Mae: That ever-growing sucking sound you hear in the distance...not unlike that of water rushing out just before the tsunami hits. And then it gets really ugly.

BofA: Credit card loss rate could have peaked in Q3
http://www.reuters.com/article/pressReleasesMolt/idUSTRE5A463Z20091105
Could have. But probably haven't. Or maybe they meant 'have peaked for the year'. Ah, green shoots – go great with Kool Aid.

And finally:

Unemployment rate hits 10.2% in October, Payrolls fall by 190,000, 22nd straight decline
http://www.marketwatch.com/story/unemployment-rate-hits-102-in-october-2009-11-06-83100
OOPSIE! This doesn't really sound "less bad" to me...Quick, Ben-Geitner et al.! To the Chopper!!!


Funny how you don't hear those bloated wind-bags in the media spewing forth much of that "less bad" garbage lately, eh?

Don't even get me started on the nightmare sinkhole about to swallow up many insolvent municipalities (e.g., frickin cities, people. CITIES!) or the shiatstorm brewing (just about here?) for pensions – you know, those things old people have contributed to throughout their lives so they wouldn't have to die in a box under a bridge somewhere? Yeah, kiss that shiat goo-bye. If judging the Banksta d-bags solely on their actions, the Feds will be bailing out aging Joe Sixpacks just about the time hell reaches -273 degrees. Ya feeling me?

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Numbers Game, yo!

# of days my back muscle(s) have been spasming: 3
# of percs I took tonight in an effort to make it stop: 2
# of miscellaneous objects I've tried to jam into my
shoulder blade to try to unlock the muscle: 4ish?
# of people I've begged or paid to try to kill this thing: 5 or so
# of ways I've tried contorting myself in an attempt
to crack this bitch away: (insert infinity symbol here).

2009 - a year in numbers:
trips to the emergency room: 3
blows to the head with chain-link fence end posts: 2
stitches required: 3ish
medical specialists consulted with or treated by: 7
number of friggin old people maladies I've ended up with, WAY too soon: 5ish?
number of pants I own that still fit me: uh, 5ish?


ok, bored with that now. I think the percs are kicking in....

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

singin' biatch wednesday

ok, so in no particular order at all:

I've read two KICK ASS books in the last coupla weeks. 10 In Hanuman's Hands, Cheeni Rao. OMFG, thiss book is THE SHIT. Read it. If you struggle with all things "bad", feel like a miserable failure most of the time, have fucked up brain chemistry, regret your existence whilst simultaneously entertaining fits of narcissism that would make [insert narcissist here] blush, then you need to read this shizzle, yo. Sorry I can't relate that all to you in perfect english, but yo - that's how I roll. And you know that, and that's why you read my shit, and why, when I'm posthumously accepting my mothertrucking academy award for Best ScreenPlay EVAR (courtesy of Kneerim & Williams, the folks I wicked love), you will know my name is THE LORD....

/sorry - went all Samuel L. Jackson up in here for a 'mo.

anyway....(yeah, I am not particularly in love with my ADD either - welcome to my Disney World - if the septic system failed - type 0f reality).

/mamas & papas - monday, monday, delightfully caressing my ears. particularly my left one....I digress. What else is new?

Book, the second: AUGUSTEN BURROUGHS "Dry"... Holy shit. It took me a FULL ON 12 hours to recover from THIS one. Yeah, I know, you're like "er, secretarial chick, WTF could you know?". Yeah. Keep dreaming about that as this rusted out hull of a cerebellar auditorium SMOKES YOUR ASS SO BAD(ly) at Jeoapardy. Or however the fuck you spell it. WTF.

Anyway. Augusten. OMG. That book. Gripped the living shit out of my soul. In that Gore Vidal way. And that's some serious shit right there. Mad props, Mr. Vidal - I hope you're well.

Welp..that was gonna be it, but now I've cranked the Pink and I like the Pink. What's more important though, is that that the hubs likes the Pink. And it's not often that he expresses an affinity...for much of anything. Not that he's farty and boh-ring, au contraire. He just isn't THAT guy - you know, the one you can jangle some reality show bullshit in front of and entertain. He's fuckin awesome, truth be told. I dig the SHIT out of him. (Now I'm editing a snide comment to someone from the distant past, but I still think "ha ha! charlie and the chocolate factory, biatchhhhhh!!!"

thanks for joining me on my md excursion to Inability to Complete A Thought syndrome - or, ICAT for short. Whattup, SHAWTY!

I have a couple of new FB pals that came into the fold purely through a) chance b) happenstance. Just wanna shout out to my new peeps. Cuz you all care like that, n shiat. LOLZ. Yeah, I know. You stopped reading after paragraph II. That's cool So did I....



/i can go for miles, if you know what I mean


shit. sorry - the whole point of the exercise was for me to tell you that Mama Cass's voice is like the most delicious, warm, buttery, carmelized yumminess EVAR. RAWK ON, Ellen Cohen!!!!

let's throw some mad love in there for Pattsy Cline too, while we're at it. Because sometimes we all walk for miles, along the highway...n shiat.

WERD

p.s. shouts to e-dawg and bar-b-licious, YOU MY HOMEYS.

Friday, July 10, 2009

MAD LOVE to my homeys.

It's been a tough week. I said something stupid on my FB and got my shit in tons of trouble. My hubster is pissed at me because I suck with money. But my peeps are rawkin and they have my back, and for that I'm fuckin seriously thankful.

Shanky, your email was like the bandaid on some seriously fucked up shiat, and dood, mad love for that. Thanks bro - it came at just the right time. I'm waiting for some short / leveraged shit to pan out and my old man is breaking my balls and I'm feeling all shiatastic about it, and I come home and read your email and dayum. Thanks man.

To my homeys on the train, I have MAD love for you - for understanding who I am and what I am, and for intuitively knowing that I'm NOT an asshole, I DONT start shit, and I am the fucken peacemaker. I try to keep shit in line, and I stand up against you sometimes even when I know you'll be pissed about it, in an effort to keep shiat smoove.

It's a scary fucken world out there. I am scared to death. Daily. Cancer has taken so much of my family and I wait for the day it takes me too. So, for those peeps that are there, and have my back - jon, barbs, your beautiful kiddies, jamie, charly, my mad train homeys, my fams, my absolutely unbelievably amazing kiddies and my hubs who is currently ballistically bullshiat at me, I mad love you and when I go, the saddest thing will be that I don't get to be with you any more.

It's been a rough fucken week.