Deplorable? If The Shoe Fits…

You know what’s curious? That so many Trump supporters were so quick to assume Secretary Clinton was referring to them; that they immediately identified themselves as one of the “deplorables”,  even if they had to look up the definition on Dictionary.com. They hopped right into that handbasket and went straight to social media, taking offense to being insulted by the big ol’ liberal meanie.  Speaks volumes, doesn’t it?

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If the shoe fits, take that foot out of your mouth, cram it in and proceed to stomp all over your own respectability, baby!

Of COURSE, you are familiar with Hillary Clinton’s grossly generalistic statement about the estimated 50% of Trump supporters who are openly “racist, sexist, homophobic, xenophobic, Islamaphobic… you name it.”

Fine folks like this.  And this.

Secretary Clinton referred to this group as a “basket of deplorables.”

Fair enough.  That gets no argument from me. That ideology IS deplorable. Base, despicable, reprehensible, loathsome, ignominious. Backward and shameful.

That is a fact and in a modern, civilized society, that fact isn’t debatable.

From what I’ve experienced this election cycle, I think Secretary Clinton’s estimate is a lowball.

If you happen to be one of the very, very few who are interested in factual information and you actually listened to the rest of her statement, in context, you would have heard…

“…Unfortunately there are people like that. And he (Trump aka Orange WannaHitler) has lifted them up.  He has given voice to their websites that used to only have 11,000 people — now 11 million. He tweets and retweets their offensive hateful mean-spirited rhetoric.  Now, some of those folks — they are irredeemable, but thankfully they are not America.”

Clumsy metaphor aside, she’s right. Because she was referring to the white supremacists, the anti-Semites, the KKK, the white nationalists (like David Duke and those Stormfront idiots). She was referring to those who are brainwashed and hate-blind by the lies of the Fox Propaganda Network, Breitbart.com, by the hostility they hear coming from the pulpit, from their elected officials, from the voice of their own bigotry and fear. Trump loves those people, as he loves the poorly educated (they are one and the same, no?) They do his dirty work, and they are doing it so well.

But wait!  There’s more!

There just so happens to be a whole other basket…

Secretary Clinton continued:

“But the other basket — and I know this because I see friends from all over America here — I see friends from Florida and Georgia and South Carolina and Texas — as well as, you know, New York and California — but that other basket of people are people who feel that the government has let them down, the economy has let them down, nobody cares about them, nobody worries about what happens to their lives and their futures, and they’re just desperate for change. It doesn’t really even matter where it comes from. They don’t buy everything he (OrangeWannaHitler) says, but he seems to hold out some hope that their lives will be different. They won’t wake up and see their jobs disappear, lose a kid to heroin, feel like they’re in a dead-end. Those are people we have to understand and empathize with as well.”

Very thoughtful. Very judicious. Very diplomatic.

But screw that, right?  She’s a nasty bitch, right?

RIGHT?!?!?

You know what’s curious?  That so many Trump supporters were so quick to assume Secretary Clinton was referring to them, that they immediately identified themselves as one of the “deplorables”, even if they had to look up the definition on Dictionary.com. Those folks hopped right into that handbasket and went straight to social media, taking offense to being insulted by the big ol’ liberal meanie.  

As ignorant as they seem, we need to listen to these folks. They are loudly and proudly telling us who they are.  Shouting it from the rooftops, in fact.

They are telling us that, YES, they detest all human beings of other races. The are telling us that they believe they are superior because of their skin tone. These butt-hurt children are telling us that they believe women are inferior to men. They believe that sexual assault is perfectly okay if the perpetrator is rich enough. Or white enough. Sexual abuse and assault is just locker room behavior. Boy stuff. They’re telling us that they hate or feel threatened by those whose sexual orientations and/or gender identities they don’t understand. They are telegraphing the fact that YES, they hate everyone who isn’t white, fundamentalist Christian, and born in ‘Murica. Oh, and a “pro-life” gun humper.

For the deplorables, this campaign isn’t about politics or policy.

It’s about pure, black-hearted, filthy hate. And when Trump, during the second “debate” made the claim that a Clinton presidency would be “four more years of Obama”, he said all he needed to say. It’s about racism. Still.

A lot, dare we say a basket-full, of self-professed “Christian” folks are ranting and raving about what a bitch and a cunt Hillary is, how she should be locked up, executed, and how all liberals are Satan’s spawn.  Just like Jesus would do.  (Never mind that Jesus was the poster child of bleeding-heart, socialist liberals.  And if he were here today, he would slap the shit out of the Deplorables. But that’s another post for another day.) 

And did you know that Hillary’s the Devil because Hollywood Movie Stars!!  Translation: Jews!  Hilter would be so proud.

 Let’s add anti-Semitic to that list while we’re at it.  Oh, and the Deplorables, they hate Catholics too.  Don’t ask me why.  People are saying, I’ve heard they do.

Oh, thou doth protest too much, methinks, my little deplorable monsters!

Your misdirected, ginned-up outrage speaks volumes.  The fact that you didn’t automatically put yourselves into the latter category, that other basket – the working poor, the disenfranchised, the mistreated, the misinformed – so very telling.

It’s the victim role. You LOVE the victim role!

But being aware of the other basket would have required further reading, research, and not jumping to the worst possible conclusion.

You know, thinking.

No, you latched right on to that deplorable label.

Some of you have even gone so far as to embrace it

And quite a fitting label it has proved to be.

Recent polling shows that 20% of Trump supporters disagree with the Emancipation Proclamation – they think Abraham Lincoln made a mistake freeing the slaves!!

Other information gleaned from the same February 2016 poll:

  • One-third of Trump supporters questioned willingly stated that they believe that gays and lesbians should be barred from the country.
  • Approximately one-third of Trump supporters questioned openly stated that they believe that whites are the superior race.
  • In a South Carolina poll, it was revealed that 70% of Trump supporters questioned openly admitted that they wish the Confederate battle flag were still flying above their state house. 38% of them admitted that they wish the South had won the war.

Pretty fucking deplorable. The fact that there is ANYONE in 2016 who holds these opinions is disgusting. Pathetic.

Secretary Clinton went easy on you. And I don’t think she should have apologized. She should have elaborated and dragged your filth out into the sunlight.

Deplorable does not begin to describe you, what you are so proud to be.

No, one four-syllable 8th-grade vocabulary word does not do you justice.

We’re going to need a bigger thesaurus.  (For you evolution-deniers: don’t worry. A thesaurus is not a dinosaur.)

You self-admitted cretins,  you do NOT deserve to be outraged.

Stop trying to blame Secretary Clinton and the liberals for your black hearts and filthy souls.

You have categorized and classified your own damn selves.

It was YOUR choice to align yourselves with the scum of the earth.

And you don’t even recognize the irony.

What a joke.


The takeaway:  If the shoe fits, cram your twisted, gnarly foot into it and ignorantly stomp all over your own respectability, baby!

Your fashion choice reveals way more about you than any politician’s or bitchy blogger’s snarky comments ever could.

The Me YOU See…

 

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The Me You See: Healthy, put-together, fun, happy, brave, or so she is told.  Truth: Unwell, profoundly sad, terrified, unfulfilled.  Results: Tries everything possible to stay out of the darkness, a lot of the time to no avail. Watches this video almost every day for inspiration and survival techniques.

The Me You See: Home-based freelance writer, creative soul, artist.  Truth: She’s an unemployed writer/movie geek/whatever who still cannot find a focus or a satisfying outlet. Jack of all trades, master of none.  Results– Feelings of worthlessness, unfinished business. Scatter-brained.

The Me You See: Introvert with a tendency to isolate. Truth: That is true, but add major depressive disorder and OCD to the mix.  Results– Sorrow, loneliness, fixations, obsessions. Pays a stranger hundreds of dollars to listen to her talk and give her drugs.

The Me You See: Proud mother of an extremely intelligent and talented 15-year-old daughter. Truth: The Kid is all that and more, and that makes her feel inadequate as a parent – to have such a gifted child.  Afraid that with her imperfections, she will screw up her kid.  Results – To be determined. So far, so good.

The Me You See: Married for almost 18 years. Truth: Married for almost 18 years.  Results – 15-year-old kid, home in the suburbs. Slightly spoiled. Family has suffered a huge upheaval and lifestyle change in the past 3 years. (Fuck you, Warner Brothers!) Not dealing well.

The Me You See: Nostalgic and sentimental. Truth: Melancholy, filled with regret and self-loathing for mistakes she made and things she was too cowardly to say or do.  If she could have any super-power, it would be the ability to time travel. Can pinpoint to the day when it all started going to shit. Results: Spends too much time imagining an alternate past. Scenarios, dialogue, costume, background music – the total package – which makes her feel crazy, and angry, and sad. Furious that she can’t change and control what happened years ago, but finds a certain solace in the fantasy.

The Me You See: Bold, outspoken, honest, funny.  Truth: That’s all true – behind the safety of a keyboard, and with her close friends and family.  She thinks before she speaks. In person, she’s shy and soft-spoken. Hates confrontation but picks her battles. Funny in a dry, snarky, sarcastic way.  Wants everyone to be safe, happy, and themselves. Results– People have been known to judge her too soon and think she’s arrogant.  Her mouth sometimes gets her in trouble. Mostly, she’s proud of standing up for herself or others when she does. Very anxious in new situations.

The Me You See: “Somehow, things always work out. Think positive. Truth: . Things don’t always work out. Is a pretty decent actor.  Avoids like the plague asking for help, especially when she needs it most. Wistful. Cries a lot. Results: Her insides don’t match her outsides. Escapes in film, music, and books. See also: Loneliness, despair.

The Me You See: Meticulous, fair-minded, perfectionist. Well-read, well-spoken, intelligent. Truth: Obsessive with writing, tenacious. Reads to escape. Always in her head. Results – She has learned a lot, some things she wishes she didn’t know.  Can have issues with criticism. Do NOT call into question her intelligence, call her a fraud, or a cheater. Can be vengeful, if you’re worth the trouble. Can be a bitch when the occasions calls for a bitch.

The Me You See:  Known for esoteric, cryptic social media posts. Truth: Cryptic posts usually mean she is muddling through darkness and is in pain.  An inept attempt to reach out and tell others she’s suffering.  Results – Nothing.

 

You don’t know me at all.

 

 

 

 

Dirty Socks, Dirty Words (Rated PG-13 for Language)

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Confession time.  I work blue. I have a potty mouth.  Have since I was 12 years old.  That’s no shock to anyone who follows me, has ever met me, talked to me.  And certainly not to anyone who has ever had cocktails with me.

An author I follow on Facebook posted this photo, stating that she wanted these socks.   Being that I think they’re fun, optimistic, and cool, I shared the photo, stating that I needed a pair.  That’s it.  And since most of my Facebook friends are adults (I have the kids on a special list so I can hide inappropriate things from them),  I didn’t think a thing about it.

Shortly following my posting, this popped up in the comments section. “No cussing on Facebook.  I hate that word.”  Umm, okay. Good for you, I guess.  After I let that sink in a while, you can imagine the thoughts and feelings that went through my head.  First of all,  being that I am a grown-ass woman with a mind of my own, and since I really don’t like being bossed around, I had to respond.  That comment began “Seriously? Talk to the sock.”  and went on from there. It wasn’t mean. Merely factual.  After that, the post kind of took on a life of its own, as these things often do.  My friends, all big fans of the 1st Amendment, no doubt, and who also happen to be potty mouths, came to my defense.  All because of a pair of clever, cute sock with a POSITIVE message, from a company that donates part of their proceeds to Doctors Without Borders.  Liberal heathens.

This got me to thinking about bad words, dirty words, “cuss” words.  Most of  the words our society defines as profanity have to do with normal human bodily functions or parts, while some, I admit, are kind of offensive.  Like the ones that are derogatory toward females (not really many male equivalents, if you think about it).  And I understand that some folks don’t care to use or hear them.  That’s fine.  I do understand that it’s a generational thing as well.  Some older folks don’t like “dirty talk”.  I respect that.

I don’t have to use profanity.  I’m well-read, fairly articulate, and pretty well-educated.  Hell, I’m a fuckin’ WRITER.  I know words.

Truth is, I like profanity.  I like to use it.  I think it has its place.  Especially for shock value.  That delights me to no end.  Profanity is like a spice.  Us it appropriately and sparingly.

So in honor of my delicate Facebook friend, I decided to compose what I call MY BIG LIST OF THE MOST OFFENSIVE WORDS IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.  And guess what? Fuck isn’t even on it.

MY BIG LIST OF THE MOST OFFENSIVE WORDS (and/or terms) IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE

Murder.  Massacre.  School shooting.  Killing.  Bloody. Sniper. Shooter.  Senseless.  Attack.  Assault.  Hate.  Bias.  Oppression. Racism (and every racial or religious slur that goes along with it).  Homophobia. (Ditto).  Misogyny.  Discrimination.  Disenfranchise.   Hate crime.  War.  Bomb. Genocide.  Abuse.  Slavery. Rape. Mutilation. Violence.  Poverty.  Hunger.  Need.  Illness.  Want. Denial.  Greed.  Materialism.  Ostentatious.  Sanctimony.  Judgment.  Hypocrisy. Disrespect.  Inequality.  Gullible.  Rigid.  Fear (of anyone different than you).  Blasphemy (as in religion used to further your own personal or political agenda.  Also to frighten or threaten.).   Anti-choice.   Anti-science.  Willful ignorance  (“What is “What Fox “News” has created, Alex?”)     I’m sure I’ll be adding to the list as time goes on.

 These are the words we should try to abolish from our national lexicon.  They’re hurtful, evil, and nasty.  They represent things that do real harm in the world.  They can ruin or end lives.  They have real life consequences.  I doubt anyone is going to die from that pair of socks.

I don’t know about you, but I’d much prefer to look at a rather innocuous accessory that has “fuck” woven into them than to see evidence of any of the words listed above.  Guess I should never watch the news or go on Facebook, huh?  Lest I go around in a perpetual state of shock.   Thankfully, there have been great strides made in technology of late.  Like the remote control and the unfollow button on Facebook.  I use the shit out of that thing.  Otherwise, I might take it upon myself to go on to someone’s private, personal space and tell them what they can or cannot post. Yikes!

But alas, the people who really need to grasp that concept probably don’t give a fuck.  To each his own, I suppose.

And by the way, CARPE the FUCK out of this DIEM!

 

What Do You Want From Me?

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You want to hear something interesting?
I used to write for a progressive political blog site.  Some of my posts got tens of thousands of hits. Because believe it or not, I can be  sarcastic, caustic and biting.    Funny and bitchy at the same time. I have a sharp tongue and can piss off large groups of people without batting an eye. Just by telling the truth, presenting facts and the results of research, or by being a woman with an opinion.  I did my homework and always had facts and stats to back up my every point. I’m a feminist and a Libtard and I wear those badges proudly.  Yeah, I made money . But after a while, and several death & rape threats, I had to give it up.  For my own peace of mind, health,  and the safety of my family.  So I wouldn’t turn into something as spiteful and cruel my detractors.  It just wasn’t worth it.
These days, I write a kinder, gentler blog. It’s not about politics or anything controversial. That’s by design.  It’s about my life as a middle-aged woman who is still trying to find her way.  And guess what?  Practically no one reads it.

I’m confused. Do people want me to be a bitch?  Because I can accommodate.  I can always write under a nom de plume.  As Ouiser would say “I’m not as sweet as I used to be”.

I set a goal for myself recently.  My goal is to be humorous without being as catty, or mocking people for being ignorant and misguided. (Politicians and public figures are still fair game, however.  They ask for it.)  You know what?  It’s damn difficult.   I think I’ve watched The Daily Show for entirely too long.   Jon Stewart’s sense of humor has seeped into my subconscious.  Not that it’s a bad thing.  Maybe I should audition to be his replacement.

Contrary to the old proverb “You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar”,  my current experience has proven the exact opposite.  And you know what attracts more than either of these?  Bullshit.  I’ll let you draw your own conclusions on that one.

But who wants a bunch of flies buzzing around anyway?

Things I’ve Learned From Facebook, Entry Number Two

 

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As a general rule, I try really hard to see the good in people.   But let’s be honest, in today’s world, that can be difficult.  Thankfully, the vast majority of people I deal with are at the very least pleasant and reasonably intelligent.  Most have been taught basic respect for others and in most cases, some manners.  Most people are civil – at least to your face.  I make a effort to reciprocate. That’s how society works, no?

Social protocol (or lack thereof) on Facebook is a different animal all together. God bless you, if you dare, click on a comments section of a Facebook posting about, well, pretty much anything (other than kittens or a cocktail).   Warning: This comes with its own set of risks.  One can quickly lose all faith in humanity if one is not careful. Why would anyone want to do this to themselves, you ask.  Curiosity.  To gauge the social climate.  Entertainment.  Masochism.

Although I have been spending less and less time on social media, bashing my head against the Wall of Idiocy, I made the mistake yesterday of venturing into the comments section of a story on our local newspaper’s page.  I really wish I hadn’t.  I ended up in the fetal position for the remainder of the evening.  My take-away from that experience – the majority of people who live in my area and post on social media are reprehensible. Stupid. Vicious. Vindictive. Racist (racism is big in these parts). Hypocritical. Vile.  Frightening. Embarrassing.  Facts, statistics, and verifiable, credible sources mean nothing to these people.  Common decency means nothing to these people. It’s horrifying.

I’ve learned my lesson, for the time being anyway.

I’m no longer naive enough to think I can reason with the unreasonable.

I am not the jackass whisperer. (I prefer stronger language, actually.)

 

 

Things I’ve Learned From Facebook, Entry Number One

In general, people on Facebook like bitches.  But only certain types of bitches.

Posts about being a smart-ass bitch, a strong smart-ass bitch, a “take-no-shit” smart-ass bitch, a “pull-on-your-big-girl-panties-&-kick-his-sorry-ass-to-the-curb” smart-ass bitch, “I’m-too-old-for-this-shit” smart-ass bitch, “I’ve-learned-from-my-youthful-mistakes smart-ass bitch;  also drinking, cute shoes, food, and pets – magnificent!

Posts where any of the aforementioned smart-ass bitches express an opinion (or even a sweet girl with an opinion) – particularly a well-research, well-supported opinion – TOXIC and unacceptable.

Curious, no?