Posted in Things that piss me off

Where’s Everybody From?

Yesterday the SHITHOLE who calls himself “president” stated that four members of Congress known as “The Squad” should “go back” to the “totally broken and crime infested places from which they came”.  He was so cowardice in his statement that he couldn’t even call them by name.  Also, as is typical of SHITHOLE, he was idiotic to not realize that three of the four were born in the United States.  Therefore, even if he was referring to their home states, the “totally broken and crime infested places from which they came” would be located in—um—the United States.  The same country SHITHOLE is “president” of.

Nobody is no longer shocked by SHITHOLE’S racism.  The world knows he’s a bigot.  We don’t need to accept it, and for the majority of us, we don’t, nor do we turn a blind eye to it.  What he says about people of color, what he’s done to people of color, even members of his own Congress, is unacceptable and is certainly not “presidential”.  Then again, why would we expect anything “presidential” from someone who really isn’t a “president” but is merely a “shithole”?

Imagine if the Native Americans had told the Europeans to go back to their “totally broken and crime infested places from which they came” when they first arrived in America.  Think about that the next time you want to tell a person of a different color to “go back” to a place they have never been to.  Would you like it if a black person told you to go back to Ireland?  Or England?  Or Germany?  Or, even worse, Russia?  Unless you’re of Native American descent, every single person’s origin in this country lies somewhere other than in America.  You may have been born here but your story began in another country.

SHITHOLE is now harking on the old “love it or leave it” bit because that’s all he has.  SHITHOLE bitches about making America great again.  Well, if he doesn’t think America is already great, then maybe he should leave and go live in Russia.  He’d fit right in.  Knowing him, he probably thinks he’s already living there.

Do yourself a favor.  Don’t be a racist fuck like SHITHOLE.  It’s not good for your soul.

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Posted in 80's, Entertainment, music

It Was Our “Woodstock”

A throwback moment to celebrate the 34th anniversary of the greatest musical moment from my generation:  Live Aid.

 

July 13, 1985.  Thirty-four years and many musical memories ago.  I’m so glad I was alive to be a part of that event.

No, I wasn’t there in Philly.  Nor in England.  I didn’t get to ride the Concorde with Phil Collins.  But I had dragged my 14-year-old ass out of bed at 5:30 a.m. on a summer weekend so I could tune into the concert of the decade.  Maybe even the century.

It started around noon UK time, which put us at 6-ish.  They were broadcasting the entire thing on the radio so I had my cassettes and tape recorder ready to go.

Then there was JFK Stadium in Philadelphia.  To be there must’ve been something else.  I longed to see Powerstation and Madonna.  Waiting to see Duran Duran perform that evening was like torture.  I remember getting to see the last few hours of the show broadcast on TV.  Another thing to thank Dick Clark for.

Thirty years later I still have some of the cassettes that I recorded.  I have the “Live Aid” book.  I’ll have to scan through that later and continue with my walk down memory lane.

Such nostalgia for such an innocent time in my life…

 

Posted in Entertainment, Movie Icons, movies

It’s True. Life IS Like A Box of Chocolates

It’s been twenty-five years since Tom Hanks forever ran into our hearts as Forrest Gump, the lovable simpleton from Greenbow, Alabama.

My first memories of “Forrest Gump” came from the numerous billboards I would see as I traveled to and from work.  “Gump Happens” and “Hanks Is Gump” they read.

I know it’s a movie starring Tom Hanks, I thought.  But what the hell is Gump?

I was on vacation in Florida when the movie was released and I saw clips of the film on the TV in my hotel room.  Everyone was talking about it.  When I saw a trailer depicting the scene where Forrest visits the White House and shows LBJ where he got shot, I knew I had to see the remainder of the film.

I had been a big Tom Hanks fan before “Forrest Gump” but his role as Forrest made me a fan for life.  To date Forrest Gump is my favorite Tom Hanks’ character.  Twenty-five years later this movie still resonates with me.  It’s easy to remember all the scenes.  All the supporting characters such as Lt. Dan, Bubba and of course, Jenny.  And the quotes are something to live by.

Here’s to another twenty-five years of “Forrest Gump”.

Posted in Politics, writing

The Real Candidate

Twenty Democrats have spoken.  Each has had their initial chance to tell America why they feel they would make a better President than the SHITHOLE we have now.  Of course, considering the current “president”, these twenty people didn’t have to really say much to prove themselves.  A flea on a rat would make a better “president” than SHITHOLE.

On a more serious note, I want to tell you who I”m voting for.  I’m voting for the REAL candidate.  I’m done with fake, because that’s what we have now.  By real I mean the person, man or woman, who does not try to impress me by speaking Spanish, French, Dutch or any other language than English.  Because I’m not impressed.  The fact you can speak another language is great.  But tell me, other than the fact you can speak another language and SHITHOLE can’t, how is speaking another language going to make you the kind of President America needs?

By real I mean the person, man or woman, young or old, who understands what Americans go through in their everyday lives.  All Americans.  Rich, poor, middle-class, homeless, immigrant, undocumented.  Working.  Unemployed.  Mothers.  Fathers.  Grandparents.  I want the real candidate to grasp exactly how Americans live.  How many struggle to make ends meet.  How a working family of two is barely getting by and is not saving a cent.

By real I mean the person, man or woman, black, white, Latino, straight, gay, bi, trans, whatever, who knows what Americans want in healthcare, education, gun control, climate control, immigration and basic human rights.  I want the REAL candidate to not only KNOW what Americans want, I want them to UNDERSTAND why they want it.

I don’t care what race you are,  how old you are, what sex you are, what your sexual orientation is, what religion you are, what school you went to, how many languages you speak, if you were in the military, if you play piano, the oboe or the trombone, if you are married, have kids, have pets and vacation in Europe.  None of that means anything to me if you aren’t at first REAL.

Posted in Things that piss me off

Disgusting Hellholes

It seems that the latest thing is to go on social media and argue with others over what to call the places where innocent children are being held captive.

Some say to call the places where they are “concentration camps”.  Others refer to them as “intermittent camps” or “detention camps” or “detention centers”.  I think there’s really only one phrase we can use in reference to these places where innocent lives are being destroyed:  disgusting hellholes.

It doesn’t matter what the fuck you call these horrible places.  What you call them isn’t going to change the fact these children are being treated like garbage, where they aren’t being given enough food to eat, have no decent place to lay their heads at night, have no caring adult to comfort them, for fuck’s sake, they don’t even have a bar of soap or a toothbrush.  Their human rights are being violated daily.  These are crimes committed by the United States government that they will be forced to face and will pay for dearly.

In essence the government of the United States kidnapped children and now that they have them, they don’t want to care for them.  It has become the objective of the United States government to just kill their captives.  Because that’s what they’re doing.  Many have died already and more will die until these disgusting hellholes are shut down.

Like the “administration” behind the running of these disgusting hellholes should be.