…that I’d a be a postin’ Jimmy Buffet on this here blog thingy. I ain’t a never been a parrot head.
Well I guess I just am a gonna have to. The song is unfortunately too appropriate and frankly well done. I guess you could say it’s my protest song for the current state of our justice department.
Sing it Jimmy.
Jimmy Buffet – Banana Republics – Live 1978
Vote Blue like your life depends on it.
Because it does.
In solidarity I re-post this fabulous Pepermint tune.
Enjoy! …& VOTE!
Just because I was born with a penis, doesn’t mean I’m a male.
I have a penis, and I personally identify as a male.
Should another human make the decision for me as to which sex identify? No.
Should a government tell me if I am a woman or a man based on a bodily organ between my legs? Hell Fucking No.
Whether I identify as male or female (or neither) is what I am, from what is deep inside of me. That which is my own identity which is me. No one else decides for me who or what I am that is uniquely me. Period.
I have no right to choose for another human who or what they are. I collectively with others as a society, have no right to force any individual to be something other than that which is them themselves from deep within their souls.
What is between another human’s legs does not make anyone who or what they are. That which is deep within a person’s soul is who they are, character is who they are, honesty is who they are, personality is who they are, kindness, work, creativity, contributions, service, love, originality, beauty is who they are. Sex is not who or what a human is.
Sex or gender, and sexuality for that matter, is only a small part of a human, of a person. Sex is not what or who I am, and nor is it who or what you are.
No person nor any government has the right to decide who or what I am, or who or what you are.
Respect, equality, understanding and acceptance are the qualities that I support and strive for. I only ask the same in return. I expect and support a government that shares these values.
May we let her message not only move but inspire us.
I repost this wonderful Gilda Radner diddy again because I simply need something to take my mind off politics today.
Who knows if it conveniently coincidentally just might allegedly be a message to a certain political body? Who knows?
Let’s go with I’ll just enjoy Gilda’s incrdibly humorous talent. She brightens my day.
I have an opinion. So does the maker of this New York Times video.
We both have the right to express our opinions. We also have the right to agree or disagree or even maybe find a grey area or common ground, or at least we do right now.
If we wish to be able to freely have our opinions, express our opinions, debate our opinions and work toward common good we all must vote in the November midterms. That is vote before it’s too late.
Oh and the video? It’s worth the watch.
Nike released the first full ad of their new campaign. It was worth my two minutes and probably worth yours. I needed a tissue.
Inspiring. Moving. Heartfelt. Human.
Go ahead and click HERE to shop for your next Nike purchase.
It looks like it’s time to go out and get some new Nike apparel.
Fearful all alone no one understands
An amoral majority sets the rules
Fearful and alone no one lends a hand
The minions of the rulers do the dirty work
Freedoms are taken one by one
Rulers twist minds, bend rules, stretch truth into lies
Imprisoned, beaten and shunned no longer alone
Hypocrite monsters devout of soul feed their ego
One by one, group by group the prey are consumed
A behemoth demon laughs at the death of humanity
Merely a bystander I wasn’t the alone, thus my voice I never raised
Staring me in the eye the beast salivates
I’m now fearful all alone as no one is left who could understand
Careful, my soapbox is out and I’m standing on it.
So it appears that our US government has started denying US citizens with Hispanic names who live near the border renewal of their already existing US passports.
Apparently claiming that their US birth certificates are forged.
Why haven’t they denied white people with European names passport renewals in that same region because they too might have a forged birth certificate? Because these white people aren’t brown.
Why the FUCK do I have to write this post in 2018? Why the fuck???
Read about it HERE, it’s really happening.
So what, or who, is next? Deny my white Anglo Saxon ass who has an Irish surname a passport renewal because I don’t fuck the opposite sex? Deny someone else who might have a Jewish surname a passport renewal? What, you don’t think it could happen?
Well you had better the fuck think again.
Unless you are a white affluent conservative “chr*stian” republicass, there is a target on your back and they are coming for you. Yes unless you are all five of those you have a target on your back too, and you will pay. Oh and “chr*stian” is misspelled, lower case and has quotes around it because in this day and time it’s simply a necessary label and no longer a moral quality. Yes I did just say that.
What can any of us do?
We can speak (while we still can) we can vote (while we still can) we can protest, talk, discuss, support, call, march, write, work, engage, relate, and most of all we must let this idiotic amoral leadership bind us together to a common cause of greater good.
I’ve had my rant. Fear, hate and anger only create more fear, hate and anger. Love, understanding and inspiration are the way to a higher level. May the Youngbloods’ 1967 classic Get Together lift us.
Yes, this is worth your time.
This man, Beto O’Rourke, could possibly replace Ted Cruz. Click HERE if you want to help.
Look what you made me do…
Yeah bitches that what you made me do.
I laughed my head off bitches! I laughed my head off for three hours along with 2,200 other bitches. Yup, we went to see Kathy Griffin’s Laugh Your Head Off World Tour here in San Diego last night.
Well if you ain’t, you oughta be. She was, and still is, fabulous.
While what she may have done last year might have possibly been in bad taste, what she did is not illegal and in fact is protected in our constitution.
Fearsome is still recovering as he covers my laugh lines.
Given a certain collection of events, I’ve found myself exhausted, confused, angry and anxious.
I prefer to focus on the good that does exist but at this moment I pause to rant.
No one could convey my rant better than Trae Crowder.