Tough week.
Probably the toughest of our young lives. And that is saying a lot because this family has been through hell. My immediate family and my extended family.
The fucking suffering and heartbreak and loss is overwhelming to me. I have witnessed the unjust suffering and wondered why? What does it mean to be a human being? What is the fucking point?
On Thursday morning, the good people of the Dartmouth-Hitchcock Medical Center will wheel my wife away from me and towards the operating room. Where she will spend at least the next eight hours enduring delicate surgery inside her head.
There are specific moments from Carol's experience with the mastectomy that will stick in my mind forever. One of which was the moment when they wheeled her away from me to begin "the procedure".
A kindly individual was explaining to me where I could go to wait out the surgery and what type of support they would provide for me, but I heard nothing. I was not openly crying but you better believe there were tears escaping down my cheeks.
Helpless. Fucking helpless to protect my wife.
That surgery was estimated to take 3 hours. It took 5 and 1/2. This surgery is estimated to take "every bit of 8 hours", as the most recent surgeon we spoke to put it.
On the positive side: this is not technically brain surgery. The tumor is situated on the three nerves that affect Carol's hearing, balance and facial muscles. It is called an acoustic neuroma. It is benign 99.9% of the time. It is a slow growing tumor. If they cannot remove the entire thing it is not exceptionally dangerous because she will be 90 before it becomes a problem again.
Logically, we should be able to take great comfort in those facts.
But we are human. We are nervous.
This black cloud has been hanging over our heads for 4 months now, beginning with the twin diagnosis of breast cancer and the tumor. This reality is a palpable presence in our life, in our home, in our minds. It affects everything and it is relentless.
You cannot get comfortable; you cannot feel at ease.
The plan is to have Carol home by Sunday. Then, and only then, can we begin to reclaim our life. Slowly, and step by step because the recovery process takes at least a month and Carol will have to do exercises religiously to regain her balance.
But at least at that point we will be past this evil and know that these fucking cancers have been removed from Carol's body.
Carol and I used to watch "Hill Street Blues". Loved it.
I picked up an expression from that show that I have always loved. When someone got sick or went through a tough stretch, in support, people would say "I'll have a good thought".
Not "my thoughts and prayers" or any other clichéd bullshit. The phrase caught my attention because it is so basic, so simple. Which is what makes it so powerful to me. It strikes me as something a real human being would say.........................and feel.
So, beginning at 7:00 am on Thursday morning, or even earlier if you are so inclined, and if you care about Carol, my precious wife of 39 years who is an amazing balance of gentle, unselfish love and a warrior's spirit - please do one thing for her.
Have a good thought.
Tuesday, October 31, 2017
Thursday, October 26, 2017
More Than Words
"When it seems like the night will last forever,
And there's nothing left to do but count the years,
When the strings of my heart begin to sever,
And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears,
I will walk alone, by the black muddy river,
And dream me a dream of my own,
I will walk alone, by the black muddy river,
And sing me a song of my own, sing me a song of my own."
"Black Muddy River"; Grateful Dead
And there's nothing left to do but count the years,
When the strings of my heart begin to sever,
And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears,
I will walk alone, by the black muddy river,
And dream me a dream of my own,
I will walk alone, by the black muddy river,
And sing me a song of my own, sing me a song of my own."
"Black Muddy River"; Grateful Dead
Not Just Gregg's Reality
"Still on and on I run, it feels like home is just around the bend
I got so much left to give
But I'm running out of time, my friend"
"My Only True Friend"; Gregg Allman
I got so much left to give
But I'm running out of time, my friend"
"My Only True Friend"; Gregg Allman
Tuesday, October 24, 2017
My Ego Is HUGE
I have an intimate relationship with our cats.
I love them deeply and they love me right back. I talk to them, pat them, kiss their heads - constantly.
I give them a lot of attention and they give it right back.
Of course I assume they always want my attention.
I was in the kitchen this morning when Lakota jumped down from the back of a chair and walked towards me. I got down on my hands and knees so I could give her some love.
She walked right around me and went straight to the food bowl.
I laughed.
I love them deeply and they love me right back. I talk to them, pat them, kiss their heads - constantly.
I give them a lot of attention and they give it right back.
Of course I assume they always want my attention.
I was in the kitchen this morning when Lakota jumped down from the back of a chair and walked towards me. I got down on my hands and knees so I could give her some love.
She walked right around me and went straight to the food bowl.
I laughed.
Saturday, October 21, 2017
And more...............
Feel the need to flesh out the Letterman thing a little more.
Might seem like a little thing to you if you don't see things the way I do. For me, it was huge.
The reason it was huge was that Carol and I are on uncharted waters right now. Every day when we crawl out of bed, it feels like we spend the rest of the day like two drunks on a small boat in rough seas.
Slipping and sliding, bouncing off of this and crashing into that. It is unsettling. There is no sure footing. We don't know where the hell we are or what the hell is going on.
It has been going on for months now and will continue for a couple more months.
This is not what we signed on for when we were born.
The Letterman thing crept up on me. I still had a 10 pound ball of lead in my stomach from the day before; I just didn't know it.
I was watching the show, digging on the man, and slowly, a feeling of comfort spread from my body to my brain. Or vice versa. How the hell do I know?
It was a weird but very good thing. I eventually realized that I was feeling good. I started laughing. Then I shed a tear or two. In gratitude? In relief?
It hit me in the face how down I was, how worried.
That brief 15 minutes lifted everything off of and out of my body. It felt 1,000 times better than it normally would because of the darkness that Carol and I are currently navigating.
It was also a connection to someone who was a regular in our life for many years; David Letterman. A man who made us laugh and informed us on a regular basis. A man who we have been missing since he retired.
It felt like going backwards in time, which is extraordinary, because that is exactly what Carol and I would love to do right now.
Go backwards in time and then negotiate a path that would take us around and help us avoid this present reality.
Ahhhh, but life doesn't work that way, does it? And a fucking shame that it doesn't.
So I was grateful for that brief moment. It allowed me to catch my breath.
Might seem like a little thing to you if you don't see things the way I do. For me, it was huge.
The reason it was huge was that Carol and I are on uncharted waters right now. Every day when we crawl out of bed, it feels like we spend the rest of the day like two drunks on a small boat in rough seas.
Slipping and sliding, bouncing off of this and crashing into that. It is unsettling. There is no sure footing. We don't know where the hell we are or what the hell is going on.
It has been going on for months now and will continue for a couple more months.
This is not what we signed on for when we were born.
The Letterman thing crept up on me. I still had a 10 pound ball of lead in my stomach from the day before; I just didn't know it.
I was watching the show, digging on the man, and slowly, a feeling of comfort spread from my body to my brain. Or vice versa. How the hell do I know?
It was a weird but very good thing. I eventually realized that I was feeling good. I started laughing. Then I shed a tear or two. In gratitude? In relief?
It hit me in the face how down I was, how worried.
That brief 15 minutes lifted everything off of and out of my body. It felt 1,000 times better than it normally would because of the darkness that Carol and I are currently navigating.
It was also a connection to someone who was a regular in our life for many years; David Letterman. A man who made us laugh and informed us on a regular basis. A man who we have been missing since he retired.
It felt like going backwards in time, which is extraordinary, because that is exactly what Carol and I would love to do right now.
Go backwards in time and then negotiate a path that would take us around and help us avoid this present reality.
Ahhhh, but life doesn't work that way, does it? And a fucking shame that it doesn't.
So I was grateful for that brief moment. It allowed me to catch my breath.
Friday, October 20, 2017
I Love David Letterman
I was home Wednesday afternoon watching a Sarah Silverman stand up special on Netflix.
I have been burying myself in comedy lately; I will discuss that in a subsequent post.
Anyway I was digging her irreverence when the phone rang. I did not answer it because I saw that it was from Dartmouth-Hitchcock; I guessed it was related to Carol's next surgery; I knew Carol would have to talk to them anyway.
And, truthfully, I did not want to take the call.
The message left was: "Please call us regarding pre-registration for your November 2nd appointment".
At that point in time we did not have a November 2nd appointment. We have been waiting to hear for weeks. What they should have done is have someone call and say "OK, we finally have an appointment for your surgery. You will be hearing from people about pre-registration etc.".
That's not how the fucking medical community works. They would rather slam you in the face with your "November 2nd appointment".
I could not focus on Sarah Silverman. I suddenly had a discomfort in my gut as if I just swallowed a 10 pound ball of lead.
We have been waiting to hear and simultaneously hoping not to, I guess. At least that's what I translated from my emotional and physical reaction.
Carol got home, called these people back and eventually started yelling at them about the lack of information and, by inference, their lack of compassion.
She also admitted that she is nervous. Very nervous, which is killing me. Because my role is to comfort her as much as possible. I am working hard at it but at times like that it is so, so hard for both of us.
Thursday morning before I went to work I was watching the Jimmy Kimmel show, which I had recorded because David Letterman was the featured guest.
Carol and I love David Letterman. We watched his show avidly. There is no questioning that he was the next Johnny Carson. No one came close and no one ever will. His unbelievable wit, his intelligence, his low key delivery, his sensitivity, his insanity. Fucking amazing. And fuck Jay Leno.
As I became drawn back into Letterman's persona, a feeling of comfort and familiarity came over me. I smiled, couldn't help it. Then I shed a few tears, couldn't help it.
Because he lightened my load. He made me forget for a few minutes. I got lost in my admiration for the man. He made me laugh, for Christ sake. He made me laugh.
The little things, man. The little things get you through shit like this. At least it helps.
Although big things are there to lean on and for comfort.
Big things like Keith and Craig. Who love their mother so much and she takes such comfort in that.
Thank God for our sons.
But since I cannot lean on them 100% of the time I guess I will continue to look for the little things.
Like David Letterman. And anything else I can find to keep me spirited. Got a feeling I am going to need this for quite a while.
And once again, and I will continue to do this, I need to emphasize that Carol is the one who is really suffering. The one enduring the indignities and soul-deep fear in a way that no one else can ever understand.
I am not looking for empathy. But I have to let this shit out or I will explode.
This blog is where I get to do that.
I have been burying myself in comedy lately; I will discuss that in a subsequent post.
Anyway I was digging her irreverence when the phone rang. I did not answer it because I saw that it was from Dartmouth-Hitchcock; I guessed it was related to Carol's next surgery; I knew Carol would have to talk to them anyway.
And, truthfully, I did not want to take the call.
The message left was: "Please call us regarding pre-registration for your November 2nd appointment".
At that point in time we did not have a November 2nd appointment. We have been waiting to hear for weeks. What they should have done is have someone call and say "OK, we finally have an appointment for your surgery. You will be hearing from people about pre-registration etc.".
That's not how the fucking medical community works. They would rather slam you in the face with your "November 2nd appointment".
I could not focus on Sarah Silverman. I suddenly had a discomfort in my gut as if I just swallowed a 10 pound ball of lead.
We have been waiting to hear and simultaneously hoping not to, I guess. At least that's what I translated from my emotional and physical reaction.
Carol got home, called these people back and eventually started yelling at them about the lack of information and, by inference, their lack of compassion.
She also admitted that she is nervous. Very nervous, which is killing me. Because my role is to comfort her as much as possible. I am working hard at it but at times like that it is so, so hard for both of us.
Thursday morning before I went to work I was watching the Jimmy Kimmel show, which I had recorded because David Letterman was the featured guest.
Carol and I love David Letterman. We watched his show avidly. There is no questioning that he was the next Johnny Carson. No one came close and no one ever will. His unbelievable wit, his intelligence, his low key delivery, his sensitivity, his insanity. Fucking amazing. And fuck Jay Leno.
As I became drawn back into Letterman's persona, a feeling of comfort and familiarity came over me. I smiled, couldn't help it. Then I shed a few tears, couldn't help it.
Because he lightened my load. He made me forget for a few minutes. I got lost in my admiration for the man. He made me laugh, for Christ sake. He made me laugh.
The little things, man. The little things get you through shit like this. At least it helps.
Although big things are there to lean on and for comfort.
Big things like Keith and Craig. Who love their mother so much and she takes such comfort in that.
Thank God for our sons.
But since I cannot lean on them 100% of the time I guess I will continue to look for the little things.
Like David Letterman. And anything else I can find to keep me spirited. Got a feeling I am going to need this for quite a while.
And once again, and I will continue to do this, I need to emphasize that Carol is the one who is really suffering. The one enduring the indignities and soul-deep fear in a way that no one else can ever understand.
I am not looking for empathy. But I have to let this shit out or I will explode.
This blog is where I get to do that.
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Tom Petty (and more)
It always comes down to music with me.
Tom Petty's death caught me off guard. For some reason I had an image of him in my mind as a clean cut guy, a well behaved member of the rock community.
And he may have been that. I don't know.
But I have a dark cloud in my mind hovering over all the painful rock 'n roll deaths that have hurt me over the last two years.
Gotta believe the rock 'n roll lifestyle contributed to lives cut short.
Anyway, I wasn't a huge Petty fan. I knew just enough of his music and just enough of his lyrics to be obnoxious in my own unique way.
"Free Falling" and "I Won't Back Down". Two Petty songs that are forever burned into my heart and my soul.
When those songs came out I was working a shitty part time job as a temp. It was one of those bumpy points in my life. I don't remember what the hell was going on.
It was a time I met one of my good friends.
Alan.
A wild man. I have always been attracted to insanity. I always will be. I am proud of that.
We would blow out of work at lunch and fly down to a corner store. Buy a six pack and fly down the road to a camp site by a lake. Park right on the lake - facing the water.
Wolf our sandwiches down and fucking pound three beers each.
With the radio blasting.
When those two songs came on, especially "I Won't Back Down", we would scream them out at the top of our lungs.
Felt like we were fighting back.
We would then buzz back up the road, stopping once more at the corner store to pick up two 16 ounce beers, which we would pound on the two minute trip back to work.
Fucking insane. And a bit questionable as a strategy when the beer wore off mid afternoon.
But fuck it. We felt good about it. And those two songs meant everything to us.
Musical segue: Recently listening to the Billy Joel channel on Sirius. They have a hot line where people call in and leave a message about what Billy Joel's music meant to them.
He wrote a song called "You're Only Human (Second Wind)". A guy called in and said he served in the military (I don't know where; sorry). Said when he came home from war he had a very hard time adjusting. He was writing a suicide note to his family when "You're Only Human" came on.
It hit him hard and inspired him not to give up. He did not kill himself.
You might say "that didn't happen Joe. It is pure bullshit". I disagree. I believe in the power of music. I believe someone else's words can resonate with your soul and affect your life.
A woman called in and remembered back to when her kid was little and the mom was working a third shift job. Before she headed into work she sang "Lullabye (Good Night My Angel)" to her kid. It connected her with her kid at a difficult time and made the mom feel a little better.
The second story sparked a non-musical memory from my life. At one of many misguided moments in my life I was going to night school studying for an MBA.
When I got home on school nights Keith and Craig would already be in bed and asleep.
I would grab a beer, sit on the floor in their room with my back against the wall and silently cry.
Anyway, music is everything. It is a powerful and a mystical force.
It can be a tool. Get smart and use it to regain your sense of humanity whenever you are feeling beat down.
Requiescat in pace Tom Petty.
Tom Petty's death caught me off guard. For some reason I had an image of him in my mind as a clean cut guy, a well behaved member of the rock community.
And he may have been that. I don't know.
But I have a dark cloud in my mind hovering over all the painful rock 'n roll deaths that have hurt me over the last two years.
Gotta believe the rock 'n roll lifestyle contributed to lives cut short.
Anyway, I wasn't a huge Petty fan. I knew just enough of his music and just enough of his lyrics to be obnoxious in my own unique way.
"Free Falling" and "I Won't Back Down". Two Petty songs that are forever burned into my heart and my soul.
When those songs came out I was working a shitty part time job as a temp. It was one of those bumpy points in my life. I don't remember what the hell was going on.
It was a time I met one of my good friends.
Alan.
A wild man. I have always been attracted to insanity. I always will be. I am proud of that.
We would blow out of work at lunch and fly down to a corner store. Buy a six pack and fly down the road to a camp site by a lake. Park right on the lake - facing the water.
Wolf our sandwiches down and fucking pound three beers each.
With the radio blasting.
When those two songs came on, especially "I Won't Back Down", we would scream them out at the top of our lungs.
Felt like we were fighting back.
We would then buzz back up the road, stopping once more at the corner store to pick up two 16 ounce beers, which we would pound on the two minute trip back to work.
Fucking insane. And a bit questionable as a strategy when the beer wore off mid afternoon.
But fuck it. We felt good about it. And those two songs meant everything to us.
Musical segue: Recently listening to the Billy Joel channel on Sirius. They have a hot line where people call in and leave a message about what Billy Joel's music meant to them.
He wrote a song called "You're Only Human (Second Wind)". A guy called in and said he served in the military (I don't know where; sorry). Said when he came home from war he had a very hard time adjusting. He was writing a suicide note to his family when "You're Only Human" came on.
It hit him hard and inspired him not to give up. He did not kill himself.
You might say "that didn't happen Joe. It is pure bullshit". I disagree. I believe in the power of music. I believe someone else's words can resonate with your soul and affect your life.
A woman called in and remembered back to when her kid was little and the mom was working a third shift job. Before she headed into work she sang "Lullabye (Good Night My Angel)" to her kid. It connected her with her kid at a difficult time and made the mom feel a little better.
The second story sparked a non-musical memory from my life. At one of many misguided moments in my life I was going to night school studying for an MBA.
When I got home on school nights Keith and Craig would already be in bed and asleep.
I would grab a beer, sit on the floor in their room with my back against the wall and silently cry.
Anyway, music is everything. It is a powerful and a mystical force.
It can be a tool. Get smart and use it to regain your sense of humanity whenever you are feeling beat down.
Requiescat in pace Tom Petty.
I Am Afraid
I am just trying to make it to the promised land with my very special wife by my side.
Not talking about heaven or any other version of an afterlife.
Just looking for a little peace. A sense of accomplishment. A satisfaction related to the decades we have spent on this earth and the decades we have spent together.
Looking for some meaning. Some explanation.
A soul deep, earth shattering enlightenment revealing the justification for my birth and my life.
Life is on the attack high, hot and hard. Slinging knives at us, forcing us to sidestep and renegotiate.
Hard to settle into any sense of peace or love or satisfaction or meaning when life becomes so harsh.
The challenge is that this is precisely the time that that level of understanding is required.
I have an idea in my head of what the promised land would feel like for me.
I am not feeling it yet.
And I am afraid.
Not talking about heaven or any other version of an afterlife.
Just looking for a little peace. A sense of accomplishment. A satisfaction related to the decades we have spent on this earth and the decades we have spent together.
Looking for some meaning. Some explanation.
A soul deep, earth shattering enlightenment revealing the justification for my birth and my life.
Life is on the attack high, hot and hard. Slinging knives at us, forcing us to sidestep and renegotiate.
Hard to settle into any sense of peace or love or satisfaction or meaning when life becomes so harsh.
The challenge is that this is precisely the time that that level of understanding is required.
I have an idea in my head of what the promised land would feel like for me.
I am not feeling it yet.
And I am afraid.
A Blunt Assessment
If you are still defending and supporting trump at this point in time, you are a fucking moron.
The man is the scum of the earth. He is not only hurting this country relative to the rest of the world and raising the possibility of war to dangerous levels, he is also hurting the lives of "average" Americans.
Given the chance, he will rob us of health care, allow our premiums to go sky high, ruin us financially with his joke of a tax plan, and on and on and on.
When the hell are you going to wake up?
This man does not care about working people. He does not even know we exist.
And yet working people, at least those who are easily duped by thinly transparent lies and blatantly false promises, are the very people who elected this jerk off.
The same people who still show up at his ego-stroking rallies and cheer to the rallying lie of "promises made, promises kept". Wearing their ridiculous MAGA hats like the blind sheep that they are.
Unfuckingbelievable.
How stupid, how gullible can you be?
What is even worse is the wimpy response of democratic congressmen.
They have been handed the keys to the kingdom by president moron and his spineless republican sycophants and they do nothing.
When republicans are forced into a corner, they lie, they fight, they stab you in the back, kick you in the balls and spit on you when you are down.
democrats form drum circles.
Here is our government in a nutshell:
democrats have no balls and republicans are spineless and amoral.
You think these people are going to look out for you? They are going to look out for themselves and nobody else.
In some ways democrats disgust me more than republicans because they come across as if they actually care about the working poor. Some of them actually sound sincere.
republicans make it obvious they only care about the rich and only about the rich. They don't even try to hide it.
So there you go.
Ball-less democrats, spineless republicans.
And of course, a festering turd of a president.
Good luck with your life.
The man is the scum of the earth. He is not only hurting this country relative to the rest of the world and raising the possibility of war to dangerous levels, he is also hurting the lives of "average" Americans.
Given the chance, he will rob us of health care, allow our premiums to go sky high, ruin us financially with his joke of a tax plan, and on and on and on.
When the hell are you going to wake up?
This man does not care about working people. He does not even know we exist.
And yet working people, at least those who are easily duped by thinly transparent lies and blatantly false promises, are the very people who elected this jerk off.
The same people who still show up at his ego-stroking rallies and cheer to the rallying lie of "promises made, promises kept". Wearing their ridiculous MAGA hats like the blind sheep that they are.
Unfuckingbelievable.
How stupid, how gullible can you be?
What is even worse is the wimpy response of democratic congressmen.
They have been handed the keys to the kingdom by president moron and his spineless republican sycophants and they do nothing.
When republicans are forced into a corner, they lie, they fight, they stab you in the back, kick you in the balls and spit on you when you are down.
democrats form drum circles.
Here is our government in a nutshell:
democrats have no balls and republicans are spineless and amoral.
You think these people are going to look out for you? They are going to look out for themselves and nobody else.
In some ways democrats disgust me more than republicans because they come across as if they actually care about the working poor. Some of them actually sound sincere.
republicans make it obvious they only care about the rich and only about the rich. They don't even try to hide it.
So there you go.
Ball-less democrats, spineless republicans.
And of course, a festering turd of a president.
Good luck with your life.
A Bold Statement
If you are not using Charmin Ultra Strong toilet paper, don't ever expect me to shake your hand.
Thursday, October 12, 2017
America Rocks. Americans Suck.
This country is filled with stupid, hateful, violence prone people.
trump is president. That is all the proof you need.
Think about it. 62.9 million people voted for trump. 62.9 million. I would have been disgusted if only 62 people voted for trump.
There are 326 million people in this country. That means that 19% of this country supported trump.
Actually the number is much higher because only a small percentage of registered voters actually vote. So between the assholes who didn't vote and the assholes who don't vote, the number of people who support trump is staggering.
And frightening.
Because trump spent almost a year and a half sliming around this country effectively saying "I am stupid and uninformed, I am a racist, I am a misogynist, I am xenophobic - vote for me."
And they did.
These are the people who piss on NFL players who don't stand for the anthem. People who think that mindlessly saluting the flag, or standing for the anthem makes them patriotic.
It doesn't. It makes them stupid.
The go to argument for these scum is the "Millions have fought and died for this country. They would be disgusted to see you kneeling during the anthem. You are disrespecting them"
They use the argument because it is an emotional topic and hard to argue against. They also use it because they are stupid.
The truth: Millions fought and died so you can kneel during the anthem. They fought and died to protect freedom of speech, among many other amazing rights that we have in this country.
These are the same people who go out and buy more guns after a mass murder, like Vegas.
People who blindly fallback on the second amendment as if Jesus Christ himself said "Go forth and multiply your weapons."
A deranged man kills 58 people in ten minutes, partly because he used "bump stocks", and the sales of bump stocks increases after the shooting.
You cannot defend the "right" to own bump stocks, or semi-automatic weapons, or any other military style weapon.
You don't need them. So fuck you.
Australia experienced the Port Arthur Massacre in 1996. A gunman killed 35 people at a tourist attraction.
As a partial response to that, the Australian government initiated a gun buy back program, offering to compensate gun owners at market prices. More than 650,000 guns were handed in, reducing gun ownership by about one fifth.
There are over 300 million guns owned in the United States. There are more fucking guns than there are citizens.
Think about the sheer stupidity of that.
The United States should initiate a buy back program for military style weapons and devices.
You would think gun owners would go for that. It would give them more money to buy speed, porn and Spam.
Of course this is just fanciful musing on my part. It could never happen in America.
Because congressman don't have the balls to stand up to the NRA, and gun owners would cower in dark corners, hugging and caressing their semi-automatic weapons mumbling repeatedly "my 2nd amendment rights".
This country is filled with stupid, hateful people.
More proof: 20 children were massacred in the Sandy Hook Elementary School and there was no change to gun laws. That was all the proof I needed that there is no collective conscience in this country.
That is very sad, and dangerous.
America has become a stupid country presided over by a stupid president. A dangerously stupid president.
Can it get any worse than that?
Yup.
Because the only time you can fix stupid is when a stupid person expresses a desire to get smarter.
The stupid people in this country revel in their stupidity. How the hell else can you explain the existence of a TV network called WE TV?
If you are not familiar with it, check out the lineup. It will make you puke.
Please don't give me that "if you hate this country so much you can leave" bullshit.
I love this country. I love the freedoms this country makes available to me. I appreciate that, and I appreciate those who serve in the military and respect those who have sacrificed their lives so my life can be so comfortable.
What I hate is what Americans have done with the freedoms they enjoy.
Ultimately it feels like a commentary on human nature. Is this what happens when you give human beings the freedom to become who they want to be?
That thought is a frightening one.
This country has millions and millions of stupid, uninformed, racist, violent, misogynistic, xenophobic, unstable cretins.
And it is getting worse.
There is no hope for this country.
trump is president. That is all the proof you need.
Think about it. 62.9 million people voted for trump. 62.9 million. I would have been disgusted if only 62 people voted for trump.
There are 326 million people in this country. That means that 19% of this country supported trump.
Actually the number is much higher because only a small percentage of registered voters actually vote. So between the assholes who didn't vote and the assholes who don't vote, the number of people who support trump is staggering.
And frightening.
Because trump spent almost a year and a half sliming around this country effectively saying "I am stupid and uninformed, I am a racist, I am a misogynist, I am xenophobic - vote for me."
And they did.
These are the people who piss on NFL players who don't stand for the anthem. People who think that mindlessly saluting the flag, or standing for the anthem makes them patriotic.
It doesn't. It makes them stupid.
The go to argument for these scum is the "Millions have fought and died for this country. They would be disgusted to see you kneeling during the anthem. You are disrespecting them"
They use the argument because it is an emotional topic and hard to argue against. They also use it because they are stupid.
The truth: Millions fought and died so you can kneel during the anthem. They fought and died to protect freedom of speech, among many other amazing rights that we have in this country.
These are the same people who go out and buy more guns after a mass murder, like Vegas.
People who blindly fallback on the second amendment as if Jesus Christ himself said "Go forth and multiply your weapons."
A deranged man kills 58 people in ten minutes, partly because he used "bump stocks", and the sales of bump stocks increases after the shooting.
You cannot defend the "right" to own bump stocks, or semi-automatic weapons, or any other military style weapon.
You don't need them. So fuck you.
Australia experienced the Port Arthur Massacre in 1996. A gunman killed 35 people at a tourist attraction.
As a partial response to that, the Australian government initiated a gun buy back program, offering to compensate gun owners at market prices. More than 650,000 guns were handed in, reducing gun ownership by about one fifth.
There are over 300 million guns owned in the United States. There are more fucking guns than there are citizens.
Think about the sheer stupidity of that.
The United States should initiate a buy back program for military style weapons and devices.
You would think gun owners would go for that. It would give them more money to buy speed, porn and Spam.
Of course this is just fanciful musing on my part. It could never happen in America.
Because congressman don't have the balls to stand up to the NRA, and gun owners would cower in dark corners, hugging and caressing their semi-automatic weapons mumbling repeatedly "my 2nd amendment rights".
This country is filled with stupid, hateful people.
More proof: 20 children were massacred in the Sandy Hook Elementary School and there was no change to gun laws. That was all the proof I needed that there is no collective conscience in this country.
That is very sad, and dangerous.
America has become a stupid country presided over by a stupid president. A dangerously stupid president.
Can it get any worse than that?
Yup.
Because the only time you can fix stupid is when a stupid person expresses a desire to get smarter.
The stupid people in this country revel in their stupidity. How the hell else can you explain the existence of a TV network called WE TV?
If you are not familiar with it, check out the lineup. It will make you puke.
Please don't give me that "if you hate this country so much you can leave" bullshit.
I love this country. I love the freedoms this country makes available to me. I appreciate that, and I appreciate those who serve in the military and respect those who have sacrificed their lives so my life can be so comfortable.
What I hate is what Americans have done with the freedoms they enjoy.
Ultimately it feels like a commentary on human nature. Is this what happens when you give human beings the freedom to become who they want to be?
That thought is a frightening one.
This country has millions and millions of stupid, uninformed, racist, violent, misogynistic, xenophobic, unstable cretins.
And it is getting worse.
There is no hope for this country.
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