Wishing everyone a Happy Valentine’s Day!
I am a kitty lover, so had to make a kitty heart today.
Wishing everyone a Happy Valentine’s Day!
I am a kitty lover, so had to make a kitty heart today.
Below is a Halloween poem to wish you a ghostly Boo! with screechy Halloween Hisses!
by Bonnie Follett
Me and my dear feline know the score
Its almost Halloween
We’re getting ready for the gore
We’re plotting spells and sealing charms
It won’t be very long
Before we do some spooky harms
Think you’ve got some candy?
Check again –
Me and my dark feline
Snuck it just a round the bend
Vampires, witches, monsters and ghouls
We find October sweet things ever so cool
But when it comes to rising from the dead
We do prefer to leave that up to Frankie and Fred !
It’s still technically Monday morning as I write this excruciating tale – food for thought on the life of a rapidly aging artist type old lady. I am feeling wobbly, unbalanced, bruised and stressed. I guess it’s my old lady weekend hangover.
This tale will cover the following tragic elements:
1. Recusal from jury duty
2. An art scam
3. A bloody fall
4. A bruised ego
5. The denouement: A Stunning Realization
Can you handle it? If not, leave this page now.
This Morning, Mon. 11:14 am – I woke in my bed with my head on a toweled pillow to catch any stray blood oozing in the night, and panicked that my cats may have been breathing their fowl breath on my head in the night. But oddly, the two were curled innocently on the other side of my queen size bed as if in unison, same pose, both facing the same direction. Snoozing.
According to my current retirement habit, I lay in bed for another hour pondering the universe, then one cat came over to breathe on my head from her bacteria laden mouth. So I got up, split a can of Fancy Feast between them, adding a subversive supplement called “Plaque Control” which is supposed to sweeten their breath. I still am not sure there has been any change however. After their food had been scarfed down in a mere 2 minutes, they remained at bowl side, begging not silently for the next course. The black and white one does the bitching, the half Siamese one waits patiently. This time I decline to be roped into giving them the crunchy morsels of dry food they expect is their right. The vet has told me the dry food makes them fat.
I walk away. To the computer. To describe my harrowing weekend.
Friday – Perhaps it all started on Friday night. All week I had been on “call-in” jury duty. I was to call again after 4:30 pm. I called about 6:00. No need to come in and I was recused for a year. I had mixed feelings about that. As a hermit artist I had secretly been hoping I would need to go in at some point to the civil courts in San Francisco, not far from where I live. I had fantasized about being stuck in a room (jury pool) filled with human beings. Maybe I would even have occasion to talk to some of them. Maybe I would actually get picked for a jury and have the opportunity to put my legal skills to the test. But no, recused. But that was ok too, I would not need to leave my “comfort zone.” Just carry on. I was not needed, nothing new.
About mid-day I checked my email. Lo and Behold (or Hallelujah?) I had an inquiry sent from my little art gallery website email at bonniefollett.com, from someone wanting to buy art for their wife who “loves your work” – now that alone should have been a tip-off, but we artists can always hope that someone somewhere will find our work online and actually like it enough to buy it. So it put me into something of a panic mode. They wanted to know which pieces were immediately available for purchase. I didn’t know. Some of my originals are in San Francisco but many or most are in my Arizona house. So this inquiry alone set me to updating my art logs and investigating what was where and that took hours. I finally decided to write this man a confirmation email that I would get back to him in the morning on Sunday, with a list of available work, and stating that some artworks were in Arizona and might take longer to get shipped. Then I went back to continue honing down what was where and how much I would actually want to charge for each original painting.
I had another email waiting from “John Owen”, email address firstname.lastname@example.org, in response to my last email. No – no, he didn’t need to know everything available. He was in a great hurry and only needed to know what could be immediately shipped to be gifted as a surprise to his art-loving wife, therefore only my pieces with me in San Francisco were of interest to him. That was a relief, and by then I was able to send him a list of each piece available and prices, also providing a link to the pages on my website where there were images of each original displayed.
I then panicked again, not knowing which of the 7 pieces I had emailed him he might want to purchase. I knew I had to fully clean each of these 7 artworks. Most are tucked away collecting dust and grime after many years of neglect. The others were on my walls and very nicotine stained from a crazed artist smoking too much too often. So I set about first with cleaning the two watercolors which were framed under glass, taking apart the frame and meticulously cleaning everything associated with the potential sale.
While doing so I realized it was about time I did this cleaning task. How unprofessional of me not to be prepared for legitimate buyers of my art. And I decided to take new camera raw photos of my work if any were going to end up elsewhere. So I scrolled up my window blinds to get the best light possible, set up my tripod, and set about photographing the watercolors, first on iPhone (in the current framing) and then out of the frames to get the full CR photos for my records. By the time I got done and put the watercolors back in their new and shiny framing for potential sale, I was wiped out and took a break before I started in on cleaning the larger acrylic paintings with dust and nicotine stains. I finally decided I would wait until after I cooked and ate my dinner, since I had not eaten anything but peanut butter, crackers and coffee all day.
It was starting to get dark, so I knew I would do no more photographing that day. I started to let down my window blinds to the level where I usually keep them. In doing so there was one in the middle of the 3 windows where the blind slices at top were funky. Being somewhat anal, I cannot let this go.
I quickly get up on a wooden chair and lean in to snatch that ugly stray twisted blind…
As my weight shifts, the chair flips violently out from under me, sending me flying backwards into a very cluttered space. I feel myself flying, then the jar of hitting my head on something sharp, then I am on the ground battered and bruised. I know enough to remain for a few moments to catch my bearings. When I do so, I notice blood gushing everywhere! Uh… blind panic!!!! This is why people have “life alerts” right? Not me, I’m still too young! So realizing my blood was getting all over my ONE nice oriental carpet, I try to gather myself up to find something to catch up all the blood. I trail blood all over my apartment not knowing what to use. What do I not care about getting blood on???? I decided on a towel and go to my bathroom (while dripping blood on the floors) where I have been using a conveniently shaded burgundy red bath towel. I still felt alert even though panicked. Should I call someone just in case I later lose consciousness???
I decide yes, so I call a friend who lives across the San Francisco Bay. I let him know what’s going on. He urges me to go down the street to Emergency at the local hospital. Good idea. I’m pretty sure by this time I do not have the medical knowledge to figure out how bad things might be. And well, I have seen lots of TV shows where someone is pushed and hits their head on a stone fireplace and then soon after they’ve passed out and died, and Jessica Fletcher (of Murder She Wrote) later comes in to the scene to realize that the police have it all wrong. I could be that dead person… not impossible, even though at the moment I seemed to be conscious.
So I tell my friend I will call him in an hour or so from the hospital. Naturally, since I am a hermit artist type, at 7:15 pm I am still in my pajamas from the previous night. So I have to try to clean up a little, get dressed, and then I noticed all the blood in the bathroom. I did not want my cats to get into that, or put blood paw prints everywhere, so I quickly tried to wipe some of that up while holding a towel to my very bloody head.
But I make it out the door and down the street as other pedestrians wondered why I was holding a bloody towel to my head. No one asked though. By the time I was at the ER in the hospital 3 blocks away I realized I had forgotten to take my phone, which was charging on my bed stand. My friend had told me he would drive over from across the Bay if he didn’t hear from me in an hour. Oh well… nothing I could do once at the hospital. I got checked in and sat by an older lady and started a conversation. She had suffered a black stool earlier and had gone to the ER to get herself checked out. She did not seem aware of my bloody head, she instead told me all about her stools. She was done and waiting for a cab. As she hobbled away slowly for the cab now waiting outside for her, I realized that could be me in a few years. In fact, maybe it was me now.
The Sunday Night Exam and Treatment – I think I’ll spare you some of the details. Suffice it to say, the staff was very attentive in their routine professional way. They took my blood pressure, a few details for the chart, and then sent me off to an exam room for treatment. A lot of waiting and staring at the curtains on the glass wall… and periodically someone coming in with a “poor dear” or “how’s the pain”. I had already told them there was no major pain (maybe a 3 on a scale of 10), just a lot of stinging. I am not much of a cry baby about pain until it hits up there a few notches. This wasn’t considered bad by my standards. I realized I do look like an old lady and they were trying to be nice. I was ok with that. They don’t know I am a bad ass.
The highlight for me was getting a gurney ride down the cavernous hallways to get a CT scan. I was impressed with the skill of the gurney driver, dodging all that stuff in the hallways. And I felt like a star on a TV show enroute to the operating room after a gunshot wound. The CT was whoosh whoosh whoosh – and then back to the room again. Eventually, a young female doctor (or tech?) prepped me for the stitches in my head. “This is gonna hurt!” But it hardly hurt much at all, just more like sharp pinching and stinging. I had a three inch laceration and got 8 staples in the head.
Before I was to be released they came in with a narc type pill for my pain. I told them I was walking home and could I take the pill once I got home and might actually start feeling pain? They said No, you have to take it here or not at all. I told them no, I would skip it, but was marveling at how easily they want to dole out pain drugs like this. And I wondered if that would be charged for on my bill, even though I didn’t take it. I am a cheap bitch, what do they charge for one pill anyway? I’ve heard: more than they should.
Back at Home – I should have probably gone to bed right away since it was after 11:00 pm, but of course, being a hermit artist, I am not glued to schedules. And I still had amazingly blood-matted hair, every which way and that, all very curly and encrusted. So I took a bath and enjoyed the rusty brown glow of the waters. I dried off and went back to the computer.
On the computer I decided I needed to work up a Certificate of Authenticity for the upcoming art purchase from ”John Owen” in “North Carolina”. So I research what to include, and started drafting my own Certificate – that of course I can use on all my many future art sales once Mr. Owen’s wife brags to her rich friends about the great artist she found online. Such a certificate helps with establishing the provenance of the artworks of any great artist like myself. So yeah, I get that going at 1:00 am with eight staples in my head.
Then I decide to check my email since John Owen always seems to write at a certain time of night. So yes, there was the expected email waiting for me, sent just a few minutes before.
The Last Email from the Purported Art Purchaser –
After the first two somewhat legitimate sounding emails, suddenly things seem to have become very complicated with the art purchaser. I had told him shipping costs would be added to any purchase price once I got an estimate from my shipping service. But No, it wasn’t necessary for me to worry about arranging shipping. He would have his own shipper pick up the artwork at my address. And he was suddenly moving to the Philippines for his job, and he would therefore send a check in advance, and blah-de-blah-de-blah. By this time, yeah, I know. Not real. But I searched for “art purchase scams” online and got a whole slew of artists with the same experience or worse. (see links below for more info) In my defense, I had searched this guy’s email address and name online when he first wrote me. Nothing much there at first check. So I had thought maybe he was for real. But No, of course not. Another scammer with a fake name. It was a psychic let down. Really? No one had actually liked my work after all? (How do these scams work? – They send you a check for more than the purchase price, ask for a check back from you for the mistake made and steal your artwork that they can apparently sell somewhere (at a flea market maybe)? Meanwhile gathering as much personal information about you as they can, that they can also sell off to unscrupulous beings.
So I was freed before going any farther with falling for this art purchase scheme. I am still wondering whether I should write him back and give him a line of bull like he gave me. Not sure, but I am still composing that in my head. Most people recommend once you know it is a scam, drop all contact. But I think now that we’ve established a relationship, he might be interested in knowing that I was in a freak car accident and had to suddenly move to Venezuela or Nigeria (or someplace exotic) where my only living relative is and where they can care for me in my extended convalescence. Therefore I can’t have that painting available for immediate pickup. But part of me wants to get that big check too, so that I can frame it and put it on my wall.
So that was my weekend. And now it’s Monday. I am freed from having to do any more stressing about getting an artwork prepared for a purchaser or convincing them to use my PayPal account for payment. I would never had sent them anything before any payment was fully completed. But my advice for other artists is – BEWARE! Our fragile egos really want to believe that someone out there really does like our artwork!! And that someone would be willing to actually buy it! I sure did!! It was beginning to rejuvenate my faith that maybe I could actually sell my art after all. And maybe I should get back to doing more original on canvas or watercolor paintings. (I have concentrated more on photography in recent years.)
As long as I didn’t fall for the scam, the scammer did me one favor. He/she got me to thinking more professionally about the status of my personal artwork and on what I could be doing with my art. Sort of a “clean up your act” moment for me.
I think I promised a “Stunning Realization” above in regards to my Monday morning old lady wild weekend hangover. Hmmmm, maybe I stretched the truth about that, but there is that thing just mentioned about becoming more professional and doing more original paintings. Hermit artists (and I suspect there are many others like me out there) tend to find a “comfort zone” in being unsuccessful. It becomes your routine. And that IS my artistic comfort zone after a few years of only making very small commissions when my artwork is printed on products at fineartamerica or pixels or redbubble, etc. You don’t make a living on it. It seems you are lucky if you get anything at all for the many hours you spend on it. So I do need to adjust my comfort zone or at least be aware of it and that I could change what that comfort zone is for me. I guess that’s a realization.
Another realization – I was really lucky not to have had my “fall and damage head“ accident before my medicare and supplemental insurance had kicked in. Something as simple as getting stitches in my head could really have set me back financially. I’m not terribly old, but old enough to realize the aging process is speeding up rapidly. So it’s past time to be extra careful when getting up on chairs or ladders… I am not as balanced or aware of my body as I used to be. But is it “Life Alert” time? I don’t know about that. I fell, but I COULD get up…
As I sat in my ER exam room last night I also realized that this – that a “visit to the ER” is entertainment for lonely old ladies. Hurt yourself and go to the ER and get some attention and human contact. Cool! A new idea of FUN emerges as you get older and older, and older and older…, and older…. and fffttttt!!!!! You are gone.
Maybe a new dimension follows, one where people really do like your art and value something about you. Who knows?
More info on Art Scams:
August 21st, 2017 was the day of the “Great American Solar Eclipse,” the first in many years where the path of a total eclipse of the sun travelled across the United States. Its path swung from coast to coast – from Oregon on the west coast to South Carolina on the east coast before heading out to the Atlantic Ocean.
My town of San Francisco experienced a foggy, cloudy overcast day for what was only a partial eclipse here in California. (I would love to have been able to travel for the “real thing” along the path of totality but didn’t want to face the traffic.) Nevertheless, the intrepid local photographer (moi) persisted . . . and did what I could do here with photographing the partial eclipse in San Francisco with just my standard DSLR lens and a tripod. So I walked down to Pier 14 on the San Francisco waterfront, where a small group of photographers, fishermen and eclipse-gawkers had assembled.
The moon started its transit over the sun at the top of the sun, travelled slightly left and down and exited its transit at the lower left of the sun. Here the sun was only 76% covered by the moon, no totality of darkness and no super-cool corona, but impressive all the same.
I hear that we will have a chance to view a total solar eclipse in California in the year 2045 on August 12th. So if I can make it to age 90 or so, maybe I can try my hand at it again! Here’s a sampling of the photos I took today:
The following is a sampling of photos I took on the island of Kauai, Hawaii and worked up in Photoshop to enhance for use as wall artwork, art on canvas or other print products. (Click on any image for more info.) Galleries of all my online photos and artwork can be found at: http://bonnie-follett.pixels.com/index.html.
More of my Kauai and Hawaii photos can be found in a Gallery at this link: Hawaii and Kauai Collection.
Thanks for taking a peek!
Today Trump made his announcement that the U.S. is pulling out of the Paris Climate Change Agreement. I listened to his speech but it didn’t really address climate change and he doesn’t seem to understand the nature of an international agreement that essentially is a voluntary and consensus-based agreement to internationally address the problem of global climate change. He talked instead mostly about economic nationalism, basically asserting American isolationism as a response to a problem that is global. In short, America is no longer a world leader of any importance.
Most people (including most Americans) don’t understand International Law because it tends to be a very esoteric subject. I studied it in law school but it actually took me awhile to understand how much of it, aside from imposing sanctions for bad behavior, is consensus-based – how punishments are often simply the lowering of your status in the international community, etc., etc., – there’s so much to it that it can take quite a bit of study to grasp.
I found a very good explanation at Snopes.com on the Paris Agreement and the complications of pulling out of the agreement: Does Trump Have the Authority to Pull Out of the Paris Climate Agreement?
Another recent article (on ThinkProgress 5/31/17): Top European Union official says Trump doesn’t understand Paris climate accord.
@TeamPelosi tweeted this today: Map of the Participants and Non-Participants of the Paris Climate Agreement We are now right up there with Syria and Nicaragua as the only hold outs.
By the terms of the Agreement itself, the U.S. cannot actually “pull out” until Nov. 2020. Many leaders at NATO and G7 tried to explain this to Trump, but he “didn’t get it.” Perhaps by Nov. 2020 we will have a new American president.
Combatting Trump Fake News on the Paris Agreement – Paris Agreement: What Experts Say vs. What the White House Says (ClimateNexus 6/1/17).
There’s lots of backlash being reported on the news as I write this. But for now, it just seems pretty hypocritical that the country that has been documented as the World’s second largest polluter is choosing to ignore any responsibility to help dial back the problems to which we so substantially contributed.
The best response I’ve heard so far today came from former Secretary of State John Kerry on CBS News tonight. Here’s some links for those interested:
Full CBS interview Transcript: John Kerry on Trump’s climate agreement decision (CBS News 6/1/17).
MSNBC video interview of Kerry.
Basically Trump is treating the rest of the world the way he treated his contractors on construction jobs where they were screwed out of payment: We (America) get to pollute if we want. You all do the work and pay for the cleanup, and we’ll contribute only if we (Trump) feel like it. He is making enemies for the U.S. left, right and center in every country on the planet (except maybe Russia). He is not asserting American “sovereignty”, he is dealing America completely OUT of any international participation or cooperative alliances, and this will hurt us in the long run. (Just watch “Survivor” for crap’s sake!! Alliances work! Right?)
Someone needs to educate the US president that the Earth is not flat, and that what happens in America does not stay in America.
It is just plain “Sad!” that so many Trumpers believe his fake news, and #trumpfakenews was smattered liberally in his speech today. The Paris Agreement did not “force” America to do anything. He could simply have ignored the agreement (or altered the U.S. commitments) and pretty much nothing would have happened. Instead he chose to badly damage the reputation of the United States as a participant on the world stage by what he said and did today.
There is and was no connection between the Paris agreement and Trump’s campaign slogan of “Make America Great Again” or even some kind of external stress on American jobs! This is Trump’s made up #trumpfakenews rhetoric that he spouts loudly because he knows it will be repeated endlessly by the media and thereby sink into the consciousness of intellectually-vulnerable Americans. Let’s not believe this jerk. Please.
Instead, as French President Emmanuel Macron said today: “Let’s Make Our Planet Great Again!”
What’s Next (since America’s abdication as a world leader):
A couple of contenders for the new World Leadership title (I have to include because they are both very cute!):
I woke up this morning thinking about my bad attitude… Then I started thinking about the need for others to have access to instruction on how to properly have a bad attitude (“BA”), and why many of us do have a BA and how I would write it all down. I had some real zingers that made me laugh while I was still warm under the covers with my kitty next to me. But most of that has evaporated now as it is several hours later as I pen this bit of brilliance.
After I got up I searched to see if others had written about the virtues of having a bad attitude, but my Google search pulled up nothing more than inspirational attitude adjustment stuff. For example, I found that a favorite line (rule of thumb) out there is running along the lines of this: “The only disability in life is a bad attitude.” – What absolute Trash Talk about those of us that do have a bona fide BA!! Really….
So then I searched on my trusty old computer for bad attitude memes to explore further inspiration (and an image to go along with this post)… I was lost in BA joy as I found the ones posted here, but had mixed feelings over noticing how many of these memes use cats as a subject to deliver BA truth. Is that just one more form of prejudice and bigotry against felines vs canines or other species?? I would say “Yes, it is just that!”, being a cat person myself. One more reason to have a BA.
However all that aside, I decided I did want to do a blog post about this very misunderstood subject. What the heck is wrong with the idea that we all have a bad attitude at least some of the time? I personally feel having a BA is appropriate at many times in our lives and actually is a sign of high IQ, being in touch with the present (rather than in a fog of denial), and it shows the ability to think for ourselves when it comes to assessing a situation.
So you can’t handle my attitude?? Fine! You can stick with “My faith in Jesus will save the day while I sit back and eat a pint of ice cream and watch TV movies” or you can just sit and wait for a Good Fairy to fly by and sprinkle you with pretty sparkly fairy dust, or wait for some beautiful white unicorn to magically appear and take you off into a magical forest of rainbows and flowers and peace and LOVE… Yup. You go for it.
I’m a realist.
But lots of things really do suck.
You know what I’m talking about.
You really do.
So. For those that just might consider abandoning their sweetly positive attitudes that are only hiding a myriad of angst, seething hotly a fraction of a millimeter below the surface, you need instruction! – You need: the Bad Attitude 101 course.
I intend to provide a full course of instruction, complete with lecture, practical examples, and assignments. You will finally learn how to bring it! But I want to warn you – you may go from being a docile little lamb of God that has been programmed to think this: “Oh, you want to butcher me and put me on a shelf in Safeway or Costco for humans to eat? Oh, all right… That’s ok… I guess… (shudder, gulp)” – to a whopping “Huh?!?!?!? I don’t think so Bitch!!”
But first the Intro – the memes. I will do my best to add the instructional materials later, as time permits. So check back or subscribe to this blog for Bad Attitude 101 updates.
Thank you for considering BA 101 with yours truly, a bona fide instructor of the fine art of having a BA. The course is intended to be non-denominational and bipartisan, but if I mess up, take it as a cue to go after me with all you’ve got. As one meme suggests: “I’m a cat, so sue me!”
The BA Memes:
I do not own copyright for any of the memes displayed above. If you disapprove of their use here, go sue me.
It’s Mother’s Day and although my Mom is gone now, it is always a day to remember her. So I am posting some pictures in her memory. Of course we will always miss her, but I and my siblings will always have the memories.
Mom and Dad met in St. Paul where Mom lived with her parents and sister. He was a truck driver prior to going into the service in WW II. Her cousin was my Dad’s best friend and introduced them.
I took this photo of Mom at our family’s lake cabin in Minnesota. She was never really too fond of all the work for her that planning and keeping food into our hungry mouths required when she was away from civilization… But she did enjoy nightly fishing out on the lake with Dad during the sunset hours. And here she is doing a lake walk with her fishing pole. Putting together puzzles in the cabin would ensue after dark once the fish were tucked into the fish box.
Zipper was my cat that I got in college, but left behind with Mom when I moved to California in the late 1970’s. They had a special bond, as the photo shows.
Mom loved the Grandkids and she had plenty of them, this was just one. I know who but I’m not saying for privacy sake.
All the pictures of Mom were usually surrounded by lots of extraneous activity, so I took this one, cropped her out of a group and erased the background. She is wearing one of her snazzy Christmas sweaters.
Mom in her usual habitat, at the kitchen table, enjoying a visit from her grand-daughter and one of the grandkids.
This photo was taken of my Mom sleeping after coming home from the nursing home. She had severe Alzheimers, and was in a nursing home for awhile after Dad had great difficulty caring for her at home in the later stages of this difficult disease. Once the doctors were certain she didn’t have much time left, she came home, and all of her girls were there to care for her. The only place big enough for a hospital bed was the dining area, so here she is set up in what was her favorite spot anyway, a room with windows to the garden and birds and squirrels. She never lost her good humor and enjoyment of life in spite of Alzheimers, and seemed to have a difficult time deciding on whether to leave this world. But here she is on a bright Spring day, snoozing, with rainbows on her pillow.
This is a little photo painting of my Mom’s hands from a very bad quality photo. I think it turned out well considering. I was always fascinated by my Mother’s hands. They were gnarly and liver-spotted and had been through alot. She was a homemaker all her life after marriage, and as her mother taught her, she made fantastically heavy and nourishing homemade bread. I suspect the problems she had with her hands (carpal tunnel surgeries etc.) were caused by all the kneading of bread she did over the years. Every week, 10-12 loaves of bread, sometimes more it seemed. Nothing like it fresh from the oven.
Thanks Mom!! I love you!
Ok. So I really need to break the silence on this blog since I have not posted for roughly 100 days. So this is just an impromptu posting to make note of the fact that Le Grand Autocrat has made it 100 days in power without being impeached. Yippee! (I’m being sarcastic there.)
He is still not my president. He is still not the president of many millions of people. But we seem to be stuck with him. The first 30 to 60 days I continued my tirades on social media via FB posts or comments on FB or other people’s blogs. I signed tons of petitions. But I got more and more tired of it all. I got tired of my day to day life being obliterated by watching for the news and trying to follow and digest all the BS coming out of D.C. I got tired of watching many good people resisting hard and getting nowhere. The craziness came so fast and consistently that no one could get a handle on one issue before another one popped up. It started to all feel futile and pointless. We are stuck with this turd.
And the gaslighting of America by the administration and its supporters has been so relentless that truth no longer even seems like an option. I have watched as this administration has become normalized, the thing Resisters have feared most. We now simply expect things to be totally F’d. Even the media has backed off, wanting to appear more balanced or neutral after the relentless attacks on their tendency toward traditional investigative journalism. Unsubstantiated opinions are now truth and facts are just such an inconvenient irritant.
So they are talking about his first 100 days and whether he has accomplished anything. Sure he has. He’s accomplished setting up a nice pile of crap. He’s set the stage for all manner of nastiness to ensue in the coming months and years. I’m not going to detail it here. It all gives me a serious brain fog. But if you are interested (assuming anyone reads this) here is The Track Trump link. They’ve been keeping tabs and have made an attempt at an unbiased summary.
But me? I’m just expecting the worst. It is now normal to do so. And I still feel sick in my heart and soul about where this country has ended up. WW III here we come.
And last but not least – to all those Resistance people who are still out there fighting hard and marching – a big Thank You! That alone gives me some degree of hope.
My first post for the New Year is just to commemorate our outgoing president after watching his farewell address last night. Below is a FB post of my thoughts earlier today:
Our current President’s Farewell Address to the Nation was one for the record books. I’m pretty sure every Democrat was glued to the TV on this one. But I’m also pretty sure another 50% of the citizenry couldn’t be bothered with even watching it.
Anyway, all I wanted to say was I couldn’t help noticing the sincerity and love for country, coworkers, friends and family that this man displayed with such truth, dignity and intelligence. Sincerity!! That is what I am talking about. Not “playing” the media and the crowds, but sincerely caring about what happens with this country next. A lot of us are going to miss seeing that in our President going forward, and I haven’t seen anything of this level of quality coming out of the President-Elect or his anticipated appointments.
Maybe the new President will prove us wrong about him, maybe he will learn as he goes, maybe he will even evolve, but I have not seen any signs of that yet. And so yes, I will continue to criticize him online when I feel moved to do so, and others may use a public setting or televised broadcast to do so, and the Right’s claim that there are “appropriate times” be damned – there is nothing like the present!
In my life I have found that when anyone claims there is an “appropriate” time to voice an opinion, the subtext is “Shut the hell up!” and never speak of this again! So let’s hope that Free Speech survives.
Obama hasn’t died, he will still be around and working. And to be reminded of the points made in his address last night, his success as our first non-white president was due to the participation of the American people and citizens. And the success of the country going forward will remain just that, up to us and our participation. If there is one good thing about the election of the new president, it is that it has woken up the American people and has brought forth increased participation.
That’s it from me today. I am not all that dignified so yes I will still post my memes and articles of interest, etc., whether some people like it or not or think it’s “whiny” to notice what the compulsive Twitter-fingers is complaining about now. I have serious doubts that he will ever rise to the dignity of our 44th president.