Screwdrivers Turned (Into Drinks)

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The motivation behind this post is my discovery, on this very day, that my new polling place has become an off in the distance church. Stunningly, I can no longer cast my ballots at the public school that’s situated, LITERALLY, right next door to my home!

I suppose this should not be all that surprising; seeing how, ever since Donald J. Trump’s Big Lie was allowed to take root, voter suppression has been rabidly, rapidly becoming the unbecoming (illegal) law of the unAmerican homeland.

  • Looks like I will be voting via absentee ballot from now on.
  • And I will miss copping that, in person, Election Day buzz.

Such a development caused me to consider other maddening, saddening past occurrences; how I’ve been witness to similar annoying changes within my own hometown’s “four corners” / business district; the type one can count on making life both inconvenient and unaffordable.

Little doubt, this is owing to the vast, personal wealth of our past / present City Fathers and Mothers; all of which has not only mutated them into poor city planners but has also rendered them utterly insensitive to the needs of untold, everyday citizens (such as moi).

And seeing how their knack for knuckleheaded decisions even wound up shuttering our local hospital / ER, we are speaking of a LITERAL life and death matter.

To further flesh this out, these high and mighty, empowered dolts think nothing of routinely thumbs upping…

  • Developers who, rather than build affordable housing, joyously erect (starting at) $500K mansions; and butt ugly ones at that! Worse yet, once farmable, fertile soil is getting permanently encased in concrete and asphalt; is now sprouting acres upon acres of useless, picture perfect, manicured, excessively chemicaled grasslands; lawns so toxic the homeowners wind up “pushing up daisies” decades before their time.
  • Big box stores / urban sprawl which has driven out of town (or out of business) many an indie entrepreneur. Absent from our main drag’s business district is the charm of the apparel, shoe, hardware and mom and pop grocery stores. Long gone, too, is our public library; relocated is our Post Office. In their stead, there’s no shortage of swank eateries and cocktail lounges.

Alas, nowadays, at the very heart of town, screwdrivers do not get turned; they get drunk!

Long sigh… all (dis)courtesy of those who get and stay drunk on political power.

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The Great American Stink-Out!

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Seeing how, Stateside, the two-party political juggernaut chronically churns out corporately owned and operated, ragged, non-rugged Prez Wannabes, come the 2024 election cycle, we can count on catching, YET, another whiff of… TA DA…

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Fusty Musty Donald J. Trump v. Old Spice(less) Joe Biden

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Here’s the rub. Biden has yet to fully grasp the severity of the hardcore, Trumper Republicans’ lopsided political playing field; aka their malodorous War on Democracy; their anti-American conspiracy, which absolutely reeks of extreme, unconstitutional, voter suppression laws and egregiously gerrymandered districts.

As such, naïve Biden has lulled himself into the false impression that ALL HE NEED DO is merely air out his stale, “I’m NOT Trump!” campaign motto / mantra and that’ll do what? Snag him a second term?

Sorry to say, Joe IS already miscasting his upcoming, political race in Aesopian terms; i.e., Biden in the role of the svelte, speedy Hare; Trump in the role of the roly-poly, lumbering Tortoise. And the Hare is likely in for a rude awakening. How so?

Well, according to Aesop…

“The story concerns a Hare who ridicules a slow-moving Tortoise. Tired of the Hare’s arrogant behaviour, the Tortoise challenges him to a race. The hare soon leaves the tortoise behind and, confident of winning, takes a nap midway through the race. When the Hare awakes, however, he finds that his competitor, crawling slowly but steadily, has arrived before him.”

Wikipedia Essay [Read More Here]
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Applying a Poli-Sci spin to Aesop…

Come November 2024, Hare Biden’s 2020 supporters will EITHER vote for less electable, 3rd and 4th party presidential wannabes, OR leave blank their ballots’ presidential section, OR not show up at the polls AT ALL; hence Tortoise Trump’s Electoral College victory and the defeat / demise of Ecology, Democracy, Liberty, Literacy and Civility.

Truth be told, President Biden desperately needs an unconventional, highly inventive, campaign manager; a person who could far better articulate dedicated, Anti-Trump / Anti-Fascism messaging; PLUS orchestrate a modicum of mischief. In that dual capacity, I just might prove Joe’s go-to guy.

Here’s the skinny. My game plan draws upon basic, postpubescent biochemistry. You see, nearly all adults are well-armed to most effectively present our Trump Trump / Dump Trump rationale / sentiments; even better, in our down to the nitty-gritty, pitty manner. Actually, in this instance, it’d be better to be underarmed.

Ahem, ahem, what I’m proposing, here, is (a drum roll please)…

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The Great American Stink-Out!

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The onset of our olfactory onslaught would focus on consistently, attending Trump rallies; i.e., PUBLICLY baring arms… uh… our underarms… our unwashed, no applied deodorant / antiperspirant pits. And, just to ensure everything “ripens” to perfection, a mandatory shaving moratorium also needs to be in effect for the duration. Now, here’s where this really, Really, REALLY GETS GOOD! As we all know, the way Ma Nature has designed us, the more passionate we feel about matters, the more we sweat and the more we stink!

Our concerted efforts to curl nose hairs would run the entire 2024 election cycle; from its earliest days all the way up to the close of the Election Day polls. We’d be targeting, in particular, the climate change intensified, sweltering, summertime heatwaves to peaceably protest outside the Republican National Convention venue; with all of our bared arms raised skyward.

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Yep, we’d all be literally Stinkin’ to High Heaven!

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Naturally, we’d need to reassure all prepubescents, who, understandably so, would be feeling a tad left out of all of our funky fun. Not to worry, kiddies, you can always raid your elders’ dirty clothes hampers to snag the requisite, pre-stinked T-shirts. Even if they prove a bit oversized, they could always be repurposed as capes OR (once nailed to a dowel) waved about like flags.

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Now, that’s what I’d brand as the e-PIT-ome of patriotism!

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And, just to make damned sure that each and every MAGA Maggot / Moron we’d meet can totally grasp the true blue meaning of our odor, we’d need to silkscreen emblazon our T-shirts with the message:

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Ya think I stink bad?
Trump’s Fascist Stench
will be the Absolute Pits!

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What Future?

A wise and witty WP blogger concluded his most recent post in the form of a question…

“Have you ever experienced a future so unlike anything you’d expected that you simply had no basis for knowing what to do next?”

Blogger M.T. 04/02/22

My short answer… YES!
My somewhat longer reply:

Are not all of us, who harbor, hone, honor and hold dear our critical thinking skills, already experiencing such a “future”? One that, indeed, is so unlike anything, even in our worst recalled nightmares, that there’s no way in hell that we could’ve ever envisioned and expected it.

Let’s take a closer look at this (far from complete) list of wide-awake, real world nightmares.

  • War criminal / occupier Putin’s nuclear saber rattling
  • The climate change crisis that may prove irreversible
  • The global coronavirus pandemic’s untold fatalities*
  • A looming insurrection that could trump January 6th

* 6 Million+ (worldwide) / 1 Million+ (stateside); and still counting!

Upon factoring in corporately owned and operated, know nothing / do-nothing obstructionist (f)lawmakers and their unconstitutional voter suppression (f)laws, how can we begin to formulate even a rudimentary what to do next game plan?

While what follows is tongue in cheek, this pretty much does sum up my exasperation; my evaluation re just how screwed over humanity really is…

Hey Klaatu! Hey Gort! Hey any learned, kindhearted ETs out there… way out there!

Where the hell are you when we really need you?

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Disrepair

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When disunity, duplicity, incivility, irresponsibility overrule
Society falls into disrepair along these disappointing lines

Ugly voter suppression (f)laws enforce minority rule status
Empowers the power junkies who help themselves to more

Testy tyrants hose down their puny plots with testosterone
Sociopathic chickenhawks trigger no-end and no-win wars

Bullet blasting (not ballot casting) executes régime change
Perpetrated, perpetuated Big Lie lays waste to Democracy

Boneheaded, cultish, sycophantic insurrectionists run amok
Try, in 1 scant afternoon, to slay a 2½ century old Republic

Gun nuts shoot up school houses and houses of worship
Badged man’s bigotry / brutality targets people of color

Class warfare fattens the fat cats; flattens the proletariat
Welfare secured for the wealthy screws over truly needy

Non-living wage, no benefits, sweatshops harvest the poor
Human Resources Dept “Cafeterias” serve (up) hired hands

Nutritional and intellectual starvation drain body and mind
Every negative “ism” sows seeds of suspicion and hatred

Runaway greenhouse gasses render our Earth uninhabitable
A deadly, unbridled virus sucks all the air outta the “room”

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Clothes Make the (Everyday) Man

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• So, what could be more disappointing than the small town political scene?
• Why, that’d be the small town political scene during an off-year election.

I had grumbled that unfunny joke yesterday; just as I began unfolding my absentee ballot. Soon afterwards, a far more painstaking deconstruction ensued; based upon how this election cycle’s sole purpose is to let four candidates vie for three city council seats.

In other words, a contest that’s little more than a game of musical chairs.

Worse yet, the candidates’ political personae don’t generate genuine voter interest; considering how the three incumbents are akin to pterodactyl/albatross hybrids and the one political virgin is reminiscent of the just fallen from the nest, fledgling bluebird.

Worst of all, their “platforms”are not all that impressive, either. If any of them have discovered the path forward to a rational, knowledgeable, welcoming, inclusive, clean, green, fully functional, vibrant community, they’ve yet to speak, convincingly, about how, precisely, they’d lead us to such a wondrous renaissance.

Not boding well, too, is how our mayor and these very incumbents, invariably, have been rubber-stamping the anything for a buck agendas of developers hellbent on blighting our cityscape with row after row of butt ugly, boxy mansions that resemble a fleet of Star Trekian Borg Cubes. Resistance Is Futile? Hmm, it’d appear so.

Beyond that final frontier, it’d be tough to figure out which is more massive; their constructed houses or their conceited heads.

My community’s conspicuous lack of affordable housing and the legions of aristocratic, autocratic association prez wannabes loom; both eventualities promising a most unpromising future; one where the rich swoop down on gated communities and the poor get run out of town.

Needless to say, deciding just who the hell I’d be voting for proved quite the daunting task. Hell, I was even considering making a political statement by submitting a totally blank ballot or by not mailing it back to City Hall at all.

But then my heavy heart prevailed.

Seeing how, of late, nationwide, Republican governors and state legislators have been interweaving sore loser Donald J. Trump’s widespread voter fraud, BIG LIE into the fabric of slews of unconstitutional voter suppression statutes, it suddenly dawned on me that this very ballot could very well represent the very last free Election that I’d ever be participating in.

At that juncture, thru my tear blurred eye, I opted to reread an online, meet-the-candidate article; this time noticing something so subtle, that it had gone previously unnoticed.

Two of these three incumbents were dressed-to-the-nines in their finery and other one had been so cocky, he hadn’t even bothered submitting his mugshot at all. All of which had transformed candidate bluebird’s no necktie, open-collar work shirt, everyday man fashion statement into a political statement; one that, at the very least, suggests a glimmer of hope.

While voting on a hunch would, ordinarily, be unwise, seeing how, in victory, he’d be only one voice out of seven, about the only “damage” his being seated would accomplish is serve as a reminder to the incumbents; that they are not as invincible as they may think.

All the above considered, I decided to chance it; to vote for him and ONLY him.

After all, my two non-votes can only harm his opponents’ chances; especially if the eventual Election Night paper ballot count winds up paper thin close.

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Cocky Republicans Re-Intro Jim Crow

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Voting Rights Activist Stacey Abrams, U.S. Senate Majority Leader Chuck Schumer and U.S. House Representative Val Demings (all on behalf of the Democratic Party), have been staging an advertising blitz, of late; namely, beseeching We the People to sign their online petitions.

Based upon the ads that I’ve seen, so far, Deming’s petition drive is targetting the Senate Filibuster Rule; Abrams’ and Schumer’s document is tackling the slew of recent, odious, nationwide, state legislature passed/governor signed, voter suppression laws; all the above mucked up decrees deeply rooted within America’s ugly, racist, Jim Crow past; all crying out for a long, Long, LONG overdue, permanent deep-sixing.

What could be more repugnant than Georgia’s very statue, which reads:

“No person shall solicit votes in any manner or by any means or method, nor shall any person distribute or display any campaign material, nor shall any person give, offer to give, or participate in the giving of any money or gifts, including, but not limited to, food and drink, to an elector.”

While no fair minded, ethically driven person would ever be a party to actively campaigning / passing out political brochures and swag in close proximity of any polling place, to deny food and water to the standing in inordinately long lines, about to pass out voters? Why, that smacks of downright cruelty; especially considering how inhumane Republicans are already at fault for causing those very queues (due to their intentionally limiting the number of voting booths within predominately minority precincts).

While I am in wholehearted agreement with what Abrams, Schumer and Demings stand for, here, I am a bit doubtful that the passivity of such online petitions can ever prove to be efficacious.

These Democrats are expecting millions of signatures to do what?

  • Stop Republicans from hosing down society with their bile?
  • Magically cleanse them of their chronic, malignant racism?
  • Suddenly, somehow, evolve their mucked up, lizard brains?
  • Coax and cajole them to promptly rejoin the human race?
  • Get them to sign onto human equality and basic decency?

Egads! I cannot even begin to fathom any Republican reaction other than each of those knuckle-draggers publicly dropping their whitey tighties, wresting away those printed out petitions and re-purposing each sheet as an ass-wipe.

Why, I cannot envision even Democrats, of the DINO variety (e.g. U.S. Senators Kyrsten Sinema and Joe Manchin) reacting all that much differently… well… uh… other than their first seeking out the seclusion of the Capitol Hill lavatory stalls.

NOPE, the passivity of petitions, just ain’t gonna cut it!

And I do feel duty bound to remind: Was not that impressive Blue Wave on Election Day 2020 enough to inform Abrams, Demings and Schumer that we really do stand behind them? OK, if it’ll make ‘em feel any better WE DO SUPPORT YOU 100 PERCENT!

Seeing how the vast majority of voters have already signed onto their agenda via our cast 2020 ballots, why would we need to sign their petitions, too?

Circulating petitions is little more than a certifiable, time wasting distraction of epic proportions; time that’d be far better spent were Abrahms, Demings and Schumer to live by the immortal words of Nike, “JUST DO IT!” And, for the sake of emphasis, let’s modify that to further advise: JUST DO IT DAMMIT!

While I have no doubt that these petitioners’ intentions are well-meaning, need anyone remind them that:

“The road to hell is paved with good intentions.”

And guess what, guys; you can count on the Republican hellions manning the toll booths all along the way!

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