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Sunday, October 28, 2012

Vote for Obama

I love this clip from Bill Maher, who has just been eloquent at speaking against the Republican party, and the religious fanatics that encompass the politics of that party.

I'm a bit afraid that Romney will be elected. Just by the sheer volume of Romney signs over Obama signs that I see in the area. BUT, it may be that I happened to be in a segment of society that is more red than blue. It's quite possible there's a pro-Romney thinking the same thing about Obama, because they are in the opposite situation than I'm in.

My Facebook stats are different: 67 of my friends Like Obama vs. 38 for Romney. These aren't all folks that vote because many of my FOR Obama are the young, which is a great thing because, while it does nothing now, at least I know our future is looking good. 

MiMi, my bright Buddha-like-Lisa-Simpson-glass-is-always-have-full daughter thinks Obama will win because she saw a thing where the children got to vote for the President and Obama won. Her observation on this? Most likely, the children that voted picked Obama because their parents like Obama. Love that girl.

Then CJ mentioned it was very close. In her Civics class, they saw a website with the poll numbers and while Obama is ahead, Romney was not far behind. Let's hope he stays that way.

Yes. I've told my children I could _never_ be a Republican. The Republican platform has never catered to my independent beliefs of freedom of choice for all people: minorities - not just black people, but let's talk about them Mexicans. What's going on in Arizona is appalling to me. And when I see people post 'humorous' things on Facebook about ' shoots people for crossing their borders. Why shouldn't we?' I am SHOCKED. I am fine at being called a 'bleeding heart liberal' because I don't think anyone should be shot for crossing the border ANY-FUCKING-WHERE but especially in my own country. And that, motherfuckers, is not coming from a christian heart because I ain't christian. 

But the people that post that shit also post about being god-fearing, I love god, god this, god that, forget that they hate Mormons (BTW, Romney is mormon...if you christians forgot that tidbit), god is my savior, don't kill the babies, but kill the mexicans. Oh. But probably don't kill the Canadians because...they are _white_? Oh no I didn't!!!

More freedom of choice: the right to believe in what we want to believe. The refluckpickans don't seem to want anyone to believe in Buddha, multiple gods, magic underwear (that's a Mormon thing), the Koran, praying to Mother Mary, NO god (Gasp!)...but only *their* god. The god that apparently doesn't like mexicans, sex before marriage, maybe let's just correct that and just say sex, but the men really are sickos and pretend to be something else for appearances (until they get caught)...bring back prayer in schools because that was what they had in their backwoods, non-Mexican, blacks-repressed era of their days. Well, FUUCCCCK YOU. That is just ignorant.

I like how it is today and I know quite a few others that do too and WE don't want our children to grow up in that kind of environment. But you know what, if that's what you want, you can have it. But you say your little prayers on your own time and leave my agnostic children out of it. My kids aren't Mexican but they're brown and LOOK Mexican, so I don't need your racist shit messing with my Mexican-looking kids. Who, BTW, not only can have black friends, but one day, if they want, can DATE, even MARRY a black man *OR WOMAN*. THAT my friends and FAMILY, is the type of family *we are*. And it is the type of environment they are surrounded by, THANK THE GOD I DON'T KNOW IF I BELIEVE IN.

Back to Bill Maher. His message is plain and clear: A vote for Mitt is like:

...what I’m trying to do is make an analogy to that old public service announcement about how when you go to bed with one person, you’re not just sleeping with them, you’re…. Well, it’s like that with Mitt. When you elect Mitt, you’re not just electing him, you’re electing every right-wing nut he’s pandered to in the last ten years. 
If the Mittmobile does roll into Washington, it’ll be towing behind it the whole anti-intellectual, anti-science freak show. The abstinence obsessives, the flat earthers, home schoolers, the holy warriors, the anti-women social neanderthal, the closeted homosexuals, and every end timer who sees the Virgin Mary in the grass over the septic tank.
The more I learn about who is on this Science Committee, the more I am sad and dismayed that more of "us" didn't pay attention. How the fuck did these ignorant bible-thumpers get on a fucking SCIENCE committee???? When Bill Maher speaks this quote below, the video has a picture of a dude standing in front of a wall of deer heads.
A few weeks ago, we heard from a Republican Congressman named Paul Broun. Here he is at a dead deer convention telling his supporters that evolution, embryology, and the Big Bang Theory are all “lies straight from the pit of Hell.” And he’s on the Science Committee! Along with Todd Akin. Fuck, even the deer are rolling their eyes.
People like Congressman Ralph Hall, who is Chairman of the Science Committee, and says we don’t need to address global warming because: “I don’t think we can control what God controls.” 
By that logic, why ever put out a fire? Or open an umbrella? Or wipe your ass?
These truths will NEVER EVER convince the religious right. They are done for. They will never open their eyes from their deluded sense of reality. But for the rest of you who are not lost, do this nation a favor and vote for Obama. It *is* the right choice. What scares me more than Romney as President is Paul Ryan as President. And Romney ain't looking to fresh...

Sunday, October 07, 2012

The First Debate

I was excited about the first presidential debate.

During the 2008 elections, I watched several of the debates. It was the first time twitter was around for debates, as well as Facebook, and I remember tweeting and facebooking comments during the debate. I think I was alone in the world of FB with my comments (within my social circle) but I had fun.

I planned a menu for the debates: homemade chicken nuggets, cheese fries and fried shrimp for the vegetarian. Nice and healthy. :)

I was excited about getting the kids involved. At least they could watch some of it (I mistakenly thought the debate would begin at 8PM), just to get a gist of how these things took place, and then they could go off and watch something else. After all, these things could be quite a bore for someone who might even be remotely interested in politics.

Alas, the debate didn't start until 9 and the girls would be tucked away by then, so they would miss out. Tim would also be in bed soon...he stayed up for a few to hear Mittens repeat nothing for 15 minutes before he got tired of it.

Me? I stayed up for the entire thing.

Unlike everyone in the media and a few of my disappointed friends, I did not thing Obama "lost". I didn't think Mittens won. I call it a flop, personally. I was disappointed in the questions (were there any? I think there was one and the rest was hijacked). But most of all, I wanted theatrics. Remember the debate with John McCain, where he starts wandering around the stage? That's what I wanted. I realize the format was not structured for wandering. But I wanted to see more movement, more veins popping out, hair pulling, yelling, you know, a good ole-fashion 2008 debate that was fun to watch and listen to! Not this lame, boring, yawn-fest that we were subjected to on October 3rd.

My set up: up to four twitter pages: one following #debate, one following Michael Moore, which, well, I absolutely LOVE Michael Moore but he was a bit on the boring side during the debate, another following @witorsch, who said he was "IN" on the debate follow but actually wasn't, and another following Markos Moulitsas from the Daily Kos.

I also had my Facebook page up, Daily Kos - in which I frantically tried to find their live blog because it appeared I had to keep refreshing the page to get updates, and THIS is not a live blog, The Huffington Post and the tumblr page in which my teen BFF pointed me to, where I assumed some of my teen writing club friends were hanging out. This, by far, was my favorite place to be because this was the YOUTH of America who were assessing the debate far more intellectually (in places) than in all of the other places I was at.

Sure, there were the other silly posts, but so were the Bill Mahers' and my favorite from some random guy:

Anyway, yes, like many Obama proponents, I am disappointed that Obama didn't go for the jugular. Why didn't you attack Romney on his 47% comment?
"There are 47 percent of the people who will vote for the president no matter what. All right, there are 47 percent who are with him, who are dependent upon government, who believe that they are victims, who believe the government has a responsibility to care for them, who believe that they are entitled to health care, to food, to housing, to you-name-it -- that that's an entitlement. And the government should give it to them. And they will vote for this president no matter what. ... These are people who pay no income tax. ... [M]y job is not to worry about those people. I'll never convince them they should take personal responsibility and care for their lives."
This is one of the most offensive things I have ever heard and I welcome the ad that plays it everyday. I want everyone to hear this EVERY. DAY. Why? Because this is what this man thinks. This is what I think most republicans, conservatives, the stereotypical ignoramus thinks about poor people, mexicans, blacks, people on welfare, people that work at 7 eleven, the single mom. But not the single dad.

If that's you, then shame on you. You probably consider yourself a christian too. You go to church, study your bible, pat yourself on the back about how good of a person you are, then turn around and think this about other people.

THIS IS NOT WHAT PEOPLE THINK. How do I know? I don't. But I don't assume this is how other people think because I am not a god, I am not a seer, I don't read people's minds and I have no knowledge that other people do this kind of thing nor do I think they do. You may have heard one story, and it was probably told to you by someone in your church, or in a bar (if you're not a christian but you're just an ignoramus), or in passing, that someone was on welfare but they really made 40 grand a year and were cheating the government.

Or you heard another made up story about someone who didn't want to work and just took advantage of the government and got unemployment checks, or welfare checks, or subsidies, or disability or something else.

And now that's your stereotype of all people who are a minority, poor, or single mothers, or uneducated, or whatever.

And that's why you support republicans, and Romney, but you don't really like Romney because he's mormon but you hate Obama because either he's Black, muslim (you know he's not, right?), or because he's really a Democrat. Weellll FUCK YOU. Because it's bullshit.

And BTW, who are these 47% that he's talking about? More details here but the majority of them are the elderly. The TPC - Tax Policy Center - did a study on how people were moved off the income tax rolls. The numbers below are based on roughly half the population, or 46% in the report:
"The TPC found that of the 38 million households that are made nontaxable by tax expenditures, “44% are moved off the tax rolls by elderly tax benefits and another 30% by credits for children and the working poor.”

That's Life

It's been awhile, I know. I don't like being away from my blog.

As I've written before, my brain is constantly "on". This means my mind is writing my posts all the time. But finding the time, correction, _making_ the time to blog about those mind-writing-posts is not so easy.

As I have learned over the years,  I think that a summer break will bring me a break from the hectic-ness of the school year. That doesn't happen. I often think that the summer break is busier than the school year...until the school year begins.  That's when I realize how easy the summer break was.

On top of it all, work has been a bit crazy so time is crucial all around. And when I do get a moment of free time, the last thing I want to do is touch a computer.  Except for "Cindy's BFF", which is my iPhone's name. :)

REGARDLESS, I'm alive and barely pulling through.

I get CJ and MiMi to their orthodontist appointments. Leaving work early, despite the massive amount of work I have left to do, or the VIP meetings I have right before leaving to 1) endure traffic; 2) pick up whatever child I'm to get at school; 3) managing traffic and then 4) getting to the doctor *on-time*. Yeah. That rarely happens but I manage to get in there within five minutes.

I get MiMi to swim practice. This goes on three times a week but, as Tim kindly reminded me which eased *so much* of my anxiety, we only need to attend twice a week.

Swim practice starts at 5:30 in downtown Raleigh. Not too far, about 7.2 miles away (guess that's not an 'about'). But it's at "5:30", which is quitting time: more traffic. And because it's downtown, there's more traffic lights to contend with. So I HAVE to leave at 5 but, yeah, I'm not good with being on time.

This also requires me having the discipline of leaving my busy job at a responsible enough time to: 1) deal with crazy traffic in order to 2) pick up MiMi at after-school at a decent time so that 3) she can get home and comfortably take time to unwind, then put her swimsuit on so that we can then 4) leave by 5PM to get to the pool by 5:30.

While, so far, we only have to do this once during the work week (the other practice is on a Saturday), I want to do this three times a week because I think she needs the discipline and I really, really like this program and see such immediate potential for her with one extra day a week. But I digress...

We eat dinner! Well, Tim and I can get cooked meals on the table. Yes. Even on these hectic days of doc appointments, swim practice, picking CJ up at the her after-school programs, we still cook meals and enjoy dinner together. We may not get CJ to tell us about her low C, maybe even a D, in her Geometry class (we found out the hard way...the Sunday we had to sign her interim reports before the Monday it was to be turned in), we still manage to put it all together.

Am I bragging? FUCK YEAH. The stress, the anxiety that I go through, is all worth it. I feel like superwoman. I work hard - at work - and I love it. I work hard - at home - and I love it. And I can do it. It's not easy. And I may not always look, or sound like, I'm enjoying it. But I am.