Begging the electors to help us is not a useless endeavor. #hamiltonelectors and #faithlesselectors are simply electors.

Their job is to ensure that that United States of America doesn’t end up under the command of a madman or a man with debts owed to foreign powers.

The job of President of the United States of America is to watch after the well-being of America and its peoples. All of its peoples.

There are to be no debts owed to foreign powers. And no personal favors curried.

There is to be loyalty to the American people and to their long term wellbeing.

To which, I am afraid of someone that speaks of dismantling much needed social services.

I am afraid of the destruction of Medicaid, Medicare, and financial stability.

I am disgusted by the idea of charter schools and Golden Tickets and children being bred like livestock to serve their rich benefactors.

I am terrified of the ignorance and disrespect displayed to the various bureaus under Presidential purview.

The Department of Energy (DoE) does not handle electricity. It handles nuclear weapons. And the fact that Donald Trump didn’t know what the department does yet opened his mouth…

He is a bull in a China shop.

He does not understand the scope of responsibility he’s taken on.

He doesn’t get to sit in the big chair and tell people to make things happen anymore.

Because when he says things, we all suffer.

Fomenting under unrest. Drowning in debt. Starved for education about the simplest of things.

While greed and decadence destroy all that we’ve built.

Tumbling us back in time to the “Good Old Days” – when there was prohibition, and gangsters, and hanging people like strange fruit from a tree.

A time of medical ignorance and negligence and a dearth of true knowledge.

When the Internet was slow and TV only had seven watchable stations.

When parents were telling their children that abstinence was key, homosexuality was the devil’s plaything, and Aberforth was fucking that goat.

Everything seems great. If you’re rich.

So yes. I will continue to pester about faithless electors and Hamilton electors and “Please oh Lord, someone save us!” until after January at least.

And then I will batten down the hatches and prepare for the long long long long years ahead.

Small Gods at Amazon

I don’t understand this mentality that has people ruining things for no useful purpose. I mean, unless you’re purposefully trying to undercut peoples’ belief system[1], why mess with the television innocence of Christmas, Easter, the Tooth Fairy, the first day of school, eating in a restaurant, or half a million other things adults ruin for children?

Is it so bad that children have one time of year when they can enjoy themselves and not be horrified by adult foolishness?

When we were kids, we were allowed to enjoy the holiday season.

Nowadays there are commercials in-between movies and shows that are solely intended to ruin the mood. And that’s just disappointing.

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[1] If your purpose is to undercut peoples’ belief system, it’s a good to keep in mind that CHILDREN are also seeing your propaganda. And instead of being angry and outraged by your message, they tend to believe it.

Being constantly barraged by negative advertising, fail-videos, fakenews, and — is it any wonder that things are falling apart? The population is being conditioned to experience an Us versus Them mentality in every situation.

* Our movies are good versus bad. Even when “good” is a bad guy.
* Our books feature worlds ruled by a myopic version of fascism, toppled by the little guy.

All Systems Red at Amazon

My thoughts today are twisting, sparking, tumbling, burning…

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^ Sometimes I find myself falling into melancholy thoughts. My brain is working all the time.

TRANSCRIPT:

YOU’RE GOING TO ROOT AROUND IN THE GARBAGE, THEN QUESTION THE WAY THAT I LIVE? Who the fuck cares what I buy, and what I do with it?

I recycle.
I’m trying to compost.
I would really like to have my own worm farm.

DON’T TRY TO USE MY STORY TO EXCUSE YOUR ACTIONS. As in “Welp, sometimes you find juicy stuff in the garbage” – nope. Just, don’t do it.

And really bro, you’re pretty close to crossing a line.

Wherever your interests lie — freespeech lets you basically live any way that you want. You can tell people who you are. There will be other people like you. You can make friends with a whole new community of people, even if they’re just online.

You don’t have to dismantle the whole entire country to live the way you want.

You can find a place — unless you’re about molesting children; forcing people to marry or stay married when they don’t want it; murdering people; cheering for murder; or a rapist/rape apologist. Because if you are for *those* things — there’s some fights you’re just not going to win.

I guess we all got complacent.

We drank the Kool-Aid and here we are.

Now what?

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Even realizing that #December19 is a long-shot, I can’t help hoping.

Maybe it’s because the only people saying it’s 100% impossible are the ones that don’t want things to be changed.

And all I can think is: Why the heck would you want things to be like this?

Putting aside the fact that Hillary was offering so many opportunities and breaks for the poor. That she was coming up with protections for the environment. — That with her programs in place, we could all turn our attention to the issues that are falling through the cracks (adult literacy, hospital reforms, children’s issues, the state of schools in this country, medical care for all citizens).

The things that Trump is already doing …

The talk of our election being manipulated …

I can’t help hoping for a Hail Mary Pass.

An Elderly Lady is Up to No Good at Amazon

Am I paranoid, or should I be more vigilant?


We were walking home from the store, and a gray/silver SUV drives past, and parks on the side of the road about a hundred feet ahead of us.

My internal alarms went on high-alert, and when we started approaching and I saw that there was exhaust coming out of the exhaust pipe — signaling the car was on but in park — I told the Kid to cross the street and walk on my other side. As we approached the point where we would have been able to see the driver, the vehicle — moving pretty fast for a 25mph zone — started moving and turned into the long church driveway. It drove halfway up and stopped there, waiting.

But it was pretty obvious that’s not where the driver wanted to be, as when another car turned in there had to be some odd maneuvering to get out of the way.

I feel like the driver didn’t want me to see who they are.

Which — considering I’ve been talking about that weird black truck crawling by my house a few times, and the car that drove by taking pictures of my house (the Kid was scared and told me what he saw) — I’m getting spooked.

Seriously, if I get hate-crimed or serial killed, it’s all the same when I’m dead.