Sunday, May 25, 2025
Boy, has it been a while.
May 25th, 2025
I'd practically forgotten about this blog, but I was looking at jobs online, and one question asked for a sample blog post.
Things have changed so much.
Dad died in 2021, just 20 days before his 91st birthday. I wanted him to hold out for a fabulous cake.
By the time he died, he'd grown so weak he couldn't move, but his mind was all there, and boy, was he pissed!
They don't tell you that bodies give up, but brains don't stop. I couldn't tell Dad, "This is it, Pop-o. You're dying."
I don't know if he understood, but he was angry. He raged "against the dying of the light." And I had to drizzle Morphine and Atavan into him to help him slip away.
Unlike when my mother died, Hospice didn't even come by. I just called the funeral home, and two people came in an unmarked van with a stretcher, lifted him inside his sheets, and carried him off to a freezer.
Unlike when I lost Mom, I was as ready as someone could possibly be when someone you have loved all of your life dies.
I paid for his funeral and my sister gave money for the church/preacher expenses.
Well, that's not where I thought this would go when I started writing, but there it is.
When this blog rested, there was little hint of the fascism to come. No one could envision the descent into oligarchical kakistocracy that's happening now.
In 2015, a millonaire developer and media personality named Donald Trump made a speech.
He was running for President. His speech was a literal word soup, and I'm sure it's one of the many things that his cadre of propagandists has eradicated.
I was driving, and I remember that he never finished a single thought. His mind was all over the place.
His sentences ended in the middle. There wasn't a single paragraph of thought in the entire jumble, but it was peppered with hate. Every few half-thoughts, he would intentionally slur "Moose-zlims."
He was jacking up the lowest in our country to feel free to hate. He called them out from under their rocks and they cheered and screamed. Here was their leader, the man who would destroy America.
His first presidency was a daily nightmare. Every day I dreaded waking up to find out what he'd done, or what he would do.
I almost wish I had blogged it all so that there would be a record of ... the malignant chaos.
Joe Biden was elected president after him, and he was mild-mannered and imperfect but he looked at infrastructure and tried to fix it. He helped correct the course of the budget, and got lots of new jobs happening. No president is ever perfect or saintly, but he was good man with good, unselfish intentions for the most part.
The story of Donald Trump isn't just about Trump, but about Americans. Two-thirds of us want peace and justice, a thriving economy in which everyone can do their best to succeed. The rest are Trump's people and they want to burn it all to the ground regardless of who it hurts or what it does to the US and to the world.
Who are they? Our friends, neighbors, and family members. You would think that most of them would be under-educated hicks, but a lot of them are well-educated and powerful.
They've been brainwashed to believe that America wasn't working so the thing to do was take all the money and jobs and give it to the very rich.
Oh, they cheer now, as education and welfare and regulations are slashed. But they don't seem to realize or care that the money isn't going back to them.
It's really hard to understand, exceppt it's quite obvious the hate unites them.
There are less of them than there are of good people, but "them" are loud and brutish, and they have media at their service.
Hopefully, history will eventually be restored enough that you'll see what happened, but how it happened... whew... I guess "them" have been groomed all along to smile and nod until they sleeper code was spoken.
And this pres is just a figurehead. The guy with enough money and power and fame to capture and hold "them."
"They" "gaslight." They do everything they accuse everyone else of. Especially this President, because he is a malignant narcissist who can never do any wrong. It's ALWAYS someone else fault. He's always been terribly wronged by (insert anyone and everyone here.)
He's in league with Putin, the genocidal dictator of Russia. His son, Junior, once proudly proclaimed on live media, "We get most of our money from Russia."
While Presidents are supposed to divest themselves from their businesses, though it's not a law or an official requirement, as T has not. In fact, he uses the presidency for personal gain, selling watches and Bibles and sneakers. Yeah, I said Bibles, which he autographs. You can't make this stuff up!
The Christian Nationalists (You can call them "Nazis," if you want to, because that's what they have become.) worship him. He thinks he is God, so he's quite all right with that.
This all sounds really cab, and it is worse than it sounds.
The people are protesting, but the media isn't covering it. The people aren't just protesting here. It's happening all over the world, for us and for other fascists trying to take over other countries.
The last time this happened on the planet, we were the good guys and we worked together with other countries and we beat the bad guys, the Nazis. We fought WITH Russia in World War II. We fought with France, England, Canada, Ethiopia, China, Czechoslovakia, Poland, India, Australia, New Zealand, Norway, Belgium, Greece, Yugoslavia, and South Africa.
But now other countries are looking at us and laughing, or sighing in despair, or outright screaming "WTF, America?!"
I'm glad Dad didn't live to see this. He was a real American hero. Douglas MacArthur told him so, personally.
Dad said more than once that if he was physically able, he'd get a rifle and take Trump out himself, and even though it would be a fatal mission, it would be worth it.
Two people have tried and failed.
And by the way, Trump's ear is perfectly healthy. He was never shot. A young father on the stands took the bullet instead and died. All to stare at a babbling fools ass with his kids. And his widow wouldn't accept condolences from Joe Biden, the president when it happened, because her husband had no respect for a loyal American man.
Sheesh. Hopefully, if anyone ever reads this far into the future, we'll have things turned back around for you. Maybe we aren't doing enough, but we're trying. We're doing the best with what we've got to work with. We've exceeded total exhaustion. There's no shock anymore. No disbelief because it's all real. Horrors. Innocent people being taken off the street by people who probably aren't even legitimate lawmen, and disappeared. Off to cruel gulags in other countries.
And why? For speaking against Israel. For being pro-Palestine. For being an immigrant whose Visa expired. For being a refugee from a foreign gang, and being redelivered to the country you fled from.
There are vans stopping lawn companies on the streets of my little city to check IDs.
It's inhuman. It's inhumane. I'll take one hard-working, family-oriented Mexican over a stadium filled with starry-eyed worshippers of the golden buffoon.
Regain humanity. That's the goal. Let our duly-elected representatives represent US.
And you ma hear about January 6th. It WAS an insurrection. That should have been the end of Trump.
But nothing stops him. They're even erasing his speeches from the internet so there's no record of his incompetence.
I've only told you a fraction of this story. If other things you hear or read about this time seem unbelievable, they are probably true. Our brains have lost incredulity. We see daily inhumanity and incompetence. Our brains are changing with the constant bombardment of trauma.
And I am sorry about any of this that you future generations have to deal with. I don't want this for you.
Monday, January 4, 2021
I can't believe this blog is still here. Is anyone still blogging?
I have been homebound with Dad since July of 2019. Who knew that the rest of the world would follow my lead?
I decided to start writing again because I feel like I'm starting to lose my mind.
I used to be very literate but now words don't come to me and I thought it would be healthy to get back into the practice.
I can't even remember what the last thing was that I couldn't remember.
I'm a 55 year old woman. Does that make anything make more sense?
Friday, January 10, 2020
Friday, October 10, 2008
Hello!
Thank you, Google!
