Molly Ivins died two years ago today.
If you don’t know who she was, go HERE to read some of her delightful quotes.
“I have been attacked by Rush Limbaugh on the air, an experience somewhat akin to being gummed by a newt. It doesn’t actually hurt, but it leaves you with slimy stuff on your ankle.”
She was a Texan — a Texas liberal! — with a loud mouth, a wickedly cynical pen, and a sense of humor and justice and love that made her … special.
She knew, and gently despised, the idiot George W. Bush (whom she called “Shrub”), and all the people he surrounded himself with.
Continue reading “Molly Ivins Remembered”
I got one of those Nigerian email scams. I’d guess it was about number 50, or maybe it was 75.
I’ve been thinking for several days about two very different views of atheism. One is from the godder side, where atheists are consciously evil, and want to hurt people and destroy things. The other …
Well, read the email first.
DEAR BELOVED IN CHRIST,
Yeah, the whole thing is in capital letters. I’ll spare you by translating it into something less shouty. I’m leaving in the typographical errors and misspellings, but I’m fixing the weird line breaks and large number of extra spaces sprinkled throughout.
Continue reading “The Goodness of Atheism”
I’m chuckling, but in a grim way.
I get these emails from something called Worldview Weekend, a Christianist organization that sees a plot to murder God – and white people – in every shadow. I signed up in a weak moment a year or so back, just to keep tabs on what they’re selling.
Some of the lines from this week’s plate of steaming neo-con Jesus (I confess I added all the exclamation marks, just because it seems funnier that way):
Liberals to Spend $1 Trillion And Can Not Say it Will Produce One Job!!!
Uh, hello? How many net jobs were created by the several trillion that Bush spent?
Distracting and Destroying the Middle Class, by Brannon Howse
Continue reading “Code Blue!!!!!!”
Came across this online this morning, and it brought a tear to my eye.
Rosa Parks sat so that Martin Luther King could walk.
Martin Luther King walked so that Barack Obama could run.
Barack Obama ran so that all children could fly.
Damn. Here’s to a big step toward ending the inhumanity of racism.
Congratulations, President Obama. And congratulations, America.
Bye, Mr. Bush.
Don’t let the White House door hit you in the ass on your way out.
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I woke up this morning with the picture of JJ Danesworth in my head. And a realization … Well:
JJ was (or is – he might still be alive) a man I knew in Texas. He was the father of some high school friends and he had osteomyelitis.
If you don’t know what that is, I don’t either. But in his case … Hold your arms out in front of you, palms down, and imagine some godlike trickster comes along and softens then rehardens your bones, meanwhile bending your forearms sharply upwards at a point about four-fifths of the way from elbow to wrist, subtracting three or four inches of length while he was at it.
Continue reading “Vulpes Rising”
Had a weird moment just now.
I’m looking out at the critters on the deck – numerous doves, starlings, blue jays, cardinals, pine siskins, goldfinches, black capped chickadees, tufted titmouses, even the occasional woodpecker (plus the inevitable gray and red squirrels) – and thinking about how tough their lives must ordinarily be.
And I’m comparing them to me.
For instance, lucky human that I am, here I am inside a temperature-controlled, rain- and snow-proof house. The thermometer outside my office window reads 22 degrees, but the one inside reads 75 (I keep my work area a lot hotter than the rest of the house, because I sit for long periods).
I’m wearing soft, clean, comfortable, fairly new clothes, including nicely form-fitting shoes. I’m freshly showered. I can turn a faucet and have fresh water gush out, at two different useful temperatures. I had gingerbread eggnog French toast this morning, with maple syrup and cinnamon, and with orange juice and coffee served alongside. In fact, I’m so well-fed I’m overweight.
Continue reading “Still Life With Red Envelope”
I quit my job. I’m losing my house. Just barely made the late payments on my truck in time to save it from repossession. And oh, boy, do I have some credit card debt. I’ll probably have to declare bankruptcy, and I’m pretty sure that will nuke my credit for … well, just about forever. Can’t seem to interest an agent in either of my books.
I’m still not finished moving, and it’s turned winter with a vengeance here in Upstate New York. I couldn’t get a load from my old house today because it snowed, and it’s down to about 4 degrees right now, a few minutes after 1 a.m. I’m still paying for heating at the old house, and I’m late on that bill too, so I’m worried the power will be cut off and the pipes will freeze.
Continue reading “Vulpes Descending”