Not even 24 hours after Hillary Clinton secured the democratic nomination, and I posted that he may have a scandal up his sleeve, Donald Trump had this to say.
Lately my gorgeous cat, Boo has been asking for a second B in her name. Allow me to explain. The longer we have her, the more time she spends laying on, walking across, touching and using as a ladder, my breasts. It started innocently enough , just a little snuggle here and there. It soon graduated to using them as a soft bridge to walk across and as a step ladder to reach the top of my chair. Even when she’s laying on my stomach, there is always one stretched paw on a boob, sometimes with claw, or if I’m lucky, sometimes without. She’s drooled on them, shedded on them, punctured them.and bruised them. What I don’t understand is, if she likes them so damned much, why does she abuse them?
This seemingly neverending American presidential election has changed from merely absurd to completely insane. From Trump’s blatant racism and wife Melania plagerizing the first lady,to celebrities losing their minds over Bernie Sanders losing, I’m looking at you, Ms Sarandon. And everyone demonizing Hillary for small infractions in the scheme of things. Fingers pointing in all directions, but no consequence for anyone. As an outsider, I can’t help but watch and think, this can’t be real. Is it just that the campaign is so long that ridiculousness is inevitable? Or is this just a show?
I’ve been hearing how this election is Hillary’s turn since Obama’s win in 2008. Are they leaving nothing to chance? Hillary’s opponent has donated multiple times to her previous campaigns as well as to the Clinton foundation over the years. Trump didn’t even enter the race till long after Bernie Sanders threw a monkey wrench into the democratic party with a platform not far different from.Mrs Clintons own.
Trump’s campaign, if you can call it that, has been laughable at best. Sadly Republicans not bright enough to laugh. All three candidates, Sanders included, put on a great show of taking pot shots at each other. I honestly don’t buy that Trump wants to be president, what with Donald Trump Jr.asking John Kasich to be VP and offering him domain over both foreign and domestic policies, or the presidency on a silver platter. He’s enlisted his family to make boobs of themselves as well as F level celebrities like Antonio Sabato Jr. and Scott Baio to shill for him.
I really wish Americans could see how utterly ridiculous this whole thing is to the rest of the world. We are pointing and laughing at your stupidity, just like you did with Brexit when you finally understood what it meant.
They really are doing their best to make it seem real, while giving Hillary Clinton the presidency. Just how many back door deals are in place here? We should be asking, what does Trump really want? Is it less regulation on construction or less estate tax? Perhaps it’s simply special treatment whenever he needs it. Unfortunately, even the con artists are underestimating the stupidity of the American public. This could bite them in the ass if, by some twist of fate, Trump does win. Though, he can always withdraw if that happens. Or there could be a scandal up his sleeve being saved for that rainy day.
America, the only “first world ” country stupid enough not to see that the emperor is naked.
Of the things that I miss, walking in heels is in the top 5. I used to have shapely legs (as opposed to the skinny legs I now have due to loss of muscle tone ) and a confident strut that garnered attention. My walk made me feel powerful. I have danced in 6 inch stilettos for hours. I ran in heels too. My two prized possessions were my 2 pairs of Christian Louboutin heels, one in classic black, the second in a cream /tan combo. Both are very comfortable, as much as heels can be. The leather is soft and gorgeous. I could wear them while in my wheelchair, but going to the toilet would be an impossibility as I’m sure I can’t stand in them to transfer from my wheelchair to the toilet.
He wants me to continue to have hope that I will have a full recovery. My walking has plateaued at the point where I, not only still need the orthotic and heavily rely on a quad cane to walk around the apartment. But my balance can easily be destroyed by a small push or bump by someone else, so walking outside is dangerous . I’ve been leaning towards selling them, after all, I paid $1100 for the 2 pair and could make much of that back.But will likely give it a year to see where I am before letting the dream die. Until then, I tear up a little whenever I think about them and can’t bear to look at them . Which is why I couldn’t include photos of my actual shoes.
My beautiful Louboutins remain in their respective boxes and, sadly remain lonely.
People are angry.
So angry they are losing all sense of logic.
Every day the news features stories of police killing unarmed black people
and gunmen shooting police officers
and terror groups beheading people and idiots running for political office and people voting for those same idiots and religious killings and rape and human rights violators and world economies pushed over the edge by yet more stupidity & greed The wealthy of us pushing the rest of us into a corner. While most of us are still facing the wall, we’ve begun to turn to face our reality and see that it must change. Without a clear and logical solution to our insanity, some of us take on a vigilante role and kill those of us who piss them off. The media acts the part of shit disturber and cheerleader. We are at the tipping point. When, not if, but when it happens, it will happen fast. It will likely not look like a traditional war. It might not even be bloody. It could be purely virtual. But mark my words, we won’t be taking it much longer. There is an obvious solution to the bubbling cauldron. Stop trying to control us through legislation, religion and media, pay us a wage we can live on, provide education and health care we can afford,stop shoving hate down our throats . When people are happy in their daily lives they see less unfairness around them. While all we see around us is the life we could have, being dangled and advertised, it’s only a matter of time until we see the ultimate fairness of life,that nobody gets out alive, as our only option.
If mister pope’s prayers don’t work, wouldn’t that prove his religion is bullshit?
Good luck with that, Popie! When I see stuff like this, and people actually liking it, I wonder what they’d say if a shaman proclaimed, “I’m going to sacrifice this bull so that the hearts of the terrorists will henceforth be filled with mercy.” Everyone would laugh. But they don’t laugh at the Pope!
BUT. . . this can be tested! If the Pope’s prayers work (and he’s the one with a direct line to God), there should be no more terrorist murders. If there are, then we are entitled to ask him, “Why did God ignore you? Does he want more killing?”
After what happened mere weeks after my 50th last year, I’ve been dreading this time of year. I know it sounds stupid, but I can’t help but feel that looking forward to birthdays is dangerous to my health. My mom says that there’s no way it’ll happen again and I believe that to be true. But over the past 7 years, I’ve dealt with 2 kinds of cancer, a heart tumour removed via open heart bypass surgery and a massive stroke, what’s to stop, say a truck hitting my bloody wheelchair as I try to cross the street or a horrible virus or infection or pneumonia, or something hitting my head and knocking out access to the rest of my body.
I know, paranoid much?
I know I should be grateful for being able to live through all the crap I’ve been served recently, but I can’t help but think, how many passes do I get, before it’s over?
Birthdays used to be such a fun part of life, now they just remind me of how fragile it all is. After all, this was me just under a year ago.
I’ve worked incredibly hard to get as better as my body will allow, and I’m moving forward, just at a glacial pace. It doesn’t help that I’ve lost so many of my idols this year either. It’s been a year of death and mourning.
I can only hope that a year from now, life is easier and I am healthy. Here’s to 51, let’s hope it’s better than 50 was.
Let’s face it. If you’re in your 70’s and you have someone thinking about your penis, you’re a lucky guy.
In 11 days, Mick Jagger will celebrate a birthday. He will be 73 years old. Today it was announced that Jagger’s girlfriend, principal dancer for the American ballet theatre, Melanie Hamrick (29) is expecting his 8th child. The world is acting like this has never happened before. Men siring children into their 80s is not only physically possible, but if the man is sexually sought after, likely. This is not record breaking by any means. Both Tony Randall and Charlie Chaplin have Jagger beat. Randall had his last child at the age of 80,just one year after the birth of his first child, with a woman 50 years his junior. Chaplin fathered 11 children in his lifetime, his last,born when he was 73.
I’m sure people will start saying that miss Hamrick is a gold digger, just in it for the cash and celebrity, in fact that has already begun. I would beg to differ. A gold digger will do anyone if he’s rich. This puts the man in a Rupert Murdock, who, ironically just married Mick’s ex, Jerry Hall, kind of light. Mick Jagger is not only rich, but sexy, charismatic, intelligent, a knight, and has a hot British accent! In any case of a world famous, legendary entertainer, opportunity for sex is high. Famous men just become more attractive as they age and accumulate more success and wealth. Miss Hamrick just won the genetic lottery for her kid. Jagger has a stellar reputation for being financially responsible for his kids. He spends time with them. Granted not quantity time, but time. They will want for nothing. Add to that, he makes gorgeous children.
Why any woman wouldn’t think having Mick Jagger’s baby isn’t far superior to that of the guy at the gas station is beyond me. I see only one possible down side. If sexual fidelity is important to you, expect to be disappointed. Men are only as faithful as opportunity allows and Mick swims in the deepest sea of opportunities.
Recently, Pope Francis said that all Christians including catholics should apologize to gay people for the horrible way in which they’ve been treated. May I be so bold as to recommend what I have found the best way to apologize. I suggest, instead of this,
actually including them as humans in the same world and celebrate the similarities, like this …