We all have our anxieties

This happened on Twitter the other day:

A lot of us, myself included, have already responded.

Political views, held by a sufficient number of people, lead to behaviors and policies. Those behaviors and policies can make people’s lives better, or make them worse. I suppose some policies help some people and hurt others? Sometimes it’s a non-zero-sum game, though. Many policies ruin lives and don’t really help anyone except perhaps to let them feel superior. Other policies improve lives and don’t actually hurt anyone except to the extent of making them live in a world in which the “wrong” people are protected.

The reason why people with conservative views are “labeled negatively” is that many people are living in fear and/or dying young because of the behaviors and policies that follow from those views.

To paraphrase Margaret Atwood: Conservatives are afraid liberals will insult them. Liberals are afraid conservatives will kill them.

 

It won’t happen, but IF it does…

I would like Steve King to understand that even if the US Gov manages to force me to have babies (which is bloody unlikely), they will probably be mixed-race babies. Not saying that to spite anyone, not saying the existence of biracial people negates racism. Just saying, I live in a very diverse area and it’s too late to stuff that genie back in the bottle.

Guys don’t need to wear anything special.

Today’s the scheduled Day Without Women, and here I am at work and hardly even wearing red.

Someone asked: when’s the Day Without Men?

You know what? I actually think this is a great idea. We should absolutely have a Day Without Men. A whole 24-hour period in which men don’t show up.

Here’s how it’ll go: Men, don’t go to work. Just say at home. No need to wear any special colors. Since you’re spending the day at home, you can go naked for all I care. Don’t go outside; no shopping. You can order stuff online if you like. Don’t make charity donations. Don’t look at social media. No phone calls except for 911 emergencies. You can text your guy friends, but don’t make contact with any women except for the ones that live in your house, and even then, the interaction should mostly be asking what household chores you can do while they’re at work. Definitely do NOT go on Twitter and engage with feminists talking about the wage gap or street harassment. Stay off YouTube and OKCupid.

Okay, I can make exceptions. If you’re an EMT, a firefighter, an ER physician or nurse, or one of the guys who repair power lines, then please go to work as scheduled. Everyone else: stay home behind closed doors.

Hell, we can even schedule it on a weekend to minimize the number of men who have to take a day off work. From 6 am to the next 5:59 am, all men stay in their homes. Then women will find out what it’s like to go a day without men.

But…?

When Congress “can’t find” the bill to replace the ACA, I’m fairly sure that means they can’t find the bill because they forgot to write one.

I mean come on, you sorry dingbats. It wasn’t written by hand in someone’s Composition notebook! Surely there’s a .doc file on someone’s computer? A copy saved on Google Drive? Shared Dropbox folder? Even if the final draft was saved on a USB drive that some braindead intern accidentally took home in the back pocket of their messenger bag, there should be other, only slightly earlier, drafts saved elsewhere. This isn’t rocket science.

Either the bill doesn’t exist, or it’s been written and printed but it’s so awful they don’t want us to know what’s in it and they’ll vote on it at like 2 AM so we won’t be able to rain shit on their heads before the SCROTUS gets his pen on it.

I assume there were several legislators involved in drafting this bill. Even if it was just one, there must have been some staffers involved in the process. Surely, there must be at least one adult who knows where the bill was saved and has the executive functioning to print a fresh copy.

This administration keeps on finding new ways to disgust me.

 

I just can’t get excited over a steak

Everyone’s talking about the travesty that is Trumpty Numpty ordering a $54 steak well-done and covering it in ketchup. And sure, that sounds obnoxious, but Kate Harding on Facebook posted a photo of a guy holding up a sign at a protest rally: “HE DOESN’T EVEN HAVE A DOG.”

I mean…that tells you so much more about the SCROTUS’s character than how he eats a steak. Even Nixon had a dog! I have this headcanon where Trumpty Numpty is so gross, even my brother’s dog wouldn’t get close enough to accept a treat from him. He and Melania once got a little pooch for Barron, and that dog was Barron’s best friend whenever his dad was away, but it turned into a little killing machine whenever The Donald showed up, so they had to give it back. Cats are just as bad; they constantly try to escape the penthouse, and they’d rather fall off the top of Trump Tower than stay one more minute in that man’s presence. Cats love Melania (although I don’t let her off the hook), and dogs love Barron, but all companion animals flee at the sight of Commander-in-Cheeto.

 

I could be Secretary of the Treasury

I was just saying earlier on Facebook and Twitter: I have a bit of teaching experience, so I’m way overqualified to teach stuff like science and math to kids if Betsy DeVos can be Secretary of Education.

And then it occurred to me: I work in Accounting. I do real-world-relevant Accounts Payable work for a living, and I’m good at it. I could put my name in for Secretary of the Treasury, and my resume would be more promising for the position than what we just allowed to take the Sec of Ed job.

 

She’s not even a stopped clock.

I just heard about this “Bowling Green Massacre” this morning.

I’m afraid I’m already past the point where, if someone in this administration accidentally told the truth, I wouldn’t believe it. I actually don’t want to be that person who can no longer believe the sky is blue because I’m so used to Trumpty Numpty and his handlers calling it every color except blue, but the political situation is turning me into that person.

 

A friendly bit of advice to the new dictatorship, I mean administration

First: do not do anything that will make the DC Metro system run any worse than it does already. If I cannot use the Metro, then I will have no choice but to find a new job closer to home, and if I no longer have to spend 2.5 hours per day in transit between work and home, I will have more time to get together with the other lefty pinkos around here and figure out how to fuck shit up. I live in Greenbelt; you can’t throw a rock around here without hitting a weirdo. Don’t give us more time to collude and collaborate. You have plenty of opponents already living in the District, and when we suburbanites want to get downtown for protests, we’ll find ways to get there. Might as well be on the Metro.

Second: do not fuck with our Internet access. You wanna censor the information we can access? Whatever, I’ll find it anyway, but if we cannot use high-speed wifi at home, then we cannot stream TV shows, and if we cannot watch the new season of Game of Thrones next summer, that’s ten weeks we’ll spend fucking shit up.

Third: do not fuck with my electricity. If I can’t use mass transit, that’s bad enough, but I can still entertain myself at home. If I can’t access the Internet, that’s even worse, but I’ll still find things to do. If I cannot charge my laptop, then I’ll have no choice but to go outside and fuck shit up. I live within spitting distance of USDA property, I’m good with animals, and you’d be surprised at how far I can walk. If I were y’all, I’d be legalizing weed and handing out free Netflix accounts like candy at a parade.