Sunday, November 5, 2017

You Are Why We Can't Have Rosie from the Jetsons

For people who can't understand the current political climate of America.

We are currently being led/ governed by people, the majority (or most powerful) of which long to eradicate an overwhelmingly significant portion of the population so they can have robots, like Rosie from the Jetsons, instead.

The following is a partial list of the types of people who the American leaders would prefer to be dead:

Anyone who is ill, injured, or needs medical care requiring more than fifteen minutes more than twice a decade; anyone who can get pregnant, or who looks like someone who could get pregnant, or has been altered via gender reassignment and is no longer able to get pregnant as result; anyone too young to fend for themselves, anyone who requires any amount of assistance to fend for themselves, anyone who doesn't want a gun to fend for themselves; people who are not overwhelmingly wealthy, people who are wealthy but don't hate everyone on this list, people following any religion that doesn't support hating everyone on this list, most non-Christians, any scientist who puts truth above agreement and compliance, all environmentalists; anyone with even one great-great grandparent who was born outside of America, anyone with more than one ancestor who is Native American, anyone who looks slightly different than they think they look, anyone who takes pride in being a unique individual; and anyone who tries to stop the plan to eradicate all those on this list.

Does that clear it up?
That's a list of who the government of America, in particular the top tier, has been attacking. Those are the people who the leaders want to make feel regret for being alive, and who they want to make remaining alive more difficult than it needs to be.

Tuesday's election, though not for a president, is important to everyone on this list.


Wednesday, October 4, 2017

The Pretty Bead Goddess and the Albino Weasel

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

ML is awesome

Thursday, August 24, 2017

Flags, Statues, and Holidays

Just over 150 years ago,  the American Civil War ended. People are making a big deal out of the flags and statues of the losing side being taken down.

Is there a well-known national holiday where most Americans celebrate defeating the Confederate army? No.

Is there a holiday to celebrate taking the exact same land fought over from the other people who lived here? Yeah. It's Thanksgiving.

Are there flags, or other symbols of conquering, flying over government buildings with logos or representations of those tribes?

Don't bet on it.

See,  when you lose a war, you don't get a reward. Giving the losing side even a little mercy or leeway, like letting them keep some flags and such, has brought back an already settled argument.

It's like rewatching a sports movie and betting the losing side will win this time. Betting your reputation, freedom, and life.

I haven't studied enough history to know offhand how many conquered nations waited over a century to "try war again." And I'm not sure how often it's worked out well. Does creating a new country based largely on the "freedom to publicly hate most people" really appeal? Would it stand a chance in the world? Are there many other nations that would be willing to trade with such a place?

It's like living in the prequel to a dystopian novel.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Really Dumb Trigger

*cursing ahead*

I know my feelings in this moment are dumb. I'm actually a bit angry at myself for feeling them at all. It's illogical and irrational to feel this dark and down, this depressed, this Dementor attacked, over a lollipop.

But I do.

There was one "new flavor" in the whole bag of Tootsie Pops. Watermelon. And I was saving it as my reward lollipop. I was really looking forward to trying it. But more than that, seeing it in the bag was motivating me. Letting me focus on something other than the fact that it's too hot to breathe, I'm left out of dozens of family functions, my dad (father-in-law) just died, and my friend lost her a baby a month ago and keeps writing posts that bring up all my feelings from 17 damn years ago. And now I'm literally sitting here crying over a mother fucking lollipop and seriously want to punch myself in the face.

And I don't even know how to explain it. Yes, I could go to Wegman's or some other bulk candy place and maybe get one. But I don't WANT another...

I sound like such a fucking tool. Like a bratty child.

There's really so little going on in my life that I'm having a fucking breakdown over a stupid fucking lollipop.

The worst part?

The VERY worst part?


Yeah. This isn't the first time this has happened. There is a reason I haven't bought Blowpops in years. And dumdums in so long that it's absurd.

I really need to stop putting so much mental and emotional weight onto fucking lollipops. This is so first world problem it's sickening.

Over a damn lollipop.

I've lost all my drive and desire for today. Like someone cut the path to passion in my brain.

It'll be fine. I'll get over it. Won't bring it up again. Won't even mention to John how sad I am that,  in a bag with 2 grape, 2 chocolate, 5 raspberry, and 5 cherry left ... he managed to snag the ONE watermelon,  and that I asked him if he grabbed a blowpop specifically so I could say, "just don't take that one," but he said,  "I was just standing here," and...

I'm tired. I'm too tired.

Why was that stupid candy so easy to fixate on?

I wish I never bought this bag.

Monday, July 24, 2017

Facebook Let Me Down

I looked up "how to manipulate the Facebook algorithm."

"Why?" you might ask. I mean, who really cares?

Normally, I don't that much. But the current newsfeed, which shows plenty of ads for Groot shirts, unicorn art, and cat humor... didn't show me that my nephew was being born.

Seven posts about the baby being born, none of them on my homepage feed. Had my sister-in-law not texted, I still might not know.

If social media is supposed to better connect us, to keep us better informed of what's going on in our world  (especially the world of our social circle), how did a major life event -- the birth of a baby -- not make the top of the newsfeed list? That's really upsetting. I'd like to avoid missing such important information.

What I see here is a flaw in Facebook's system. If I list someone as family,  shouldn't that trigger words like "birth, engagement, graduation," etc as an update I'd want to see?

I'm not sure how to change this, or if anything can be done. I just wanted to go on record as being frustrated.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Punishment Instead of Gratitude

What if your packages took longer to arrive? No more next day or two day.

What if there were no more over night "red eye" flights?

What if you called the emergency number in the middle of the night, but no one was there? No police, no firefighters, no ambulance.

What if from 11pm to 7am, doctor visits costed  $25, from 7am to 9am and 5pm to 11pm doctor visits costed $40, but from 9am to 5pm doctor visits started at $350 down with more charges to follow a week later. And specialist were only available from midnight to 2am for the first visit, 3am to 5am for follow-ups.

Would that be good for you?

Because that flipside would work GREAT for my husband and I!

This is what we deal with. That's just one punishment for those third shift workers. The ones who get your packages there,  keep flights going at night,  and answer the emergencies that happen while most people are sleeping.

I had to make my husband an appointment with a specialist. 4 hours after bedtime. 4 hours before wake up time. The literal middle of the night. That's the only time the office sees new patients, and that's the only office in our insurance's network of this specialist. (Monopoly?)

It's just something to think about.

Equality does not apply to third shift workers. An extra 50 cents an hour? $4 or $5 a day before tax. But the odds of needing a doctor during the $350 rate time instead of the $25 rate time...

Things need to change. This is among them. But the people who would fight for it are asleep during the hours that the people who control the change are working.