Compensated

Compensated

by MichelleMcHatton

It’s wonderful that the September 11th Victim Compensation Fund was finally passed by Congress, setting compensation for all injured from this terrorist act until 2090.

What’s shameful is all the bullshit and pleading needed to get this done when it should never had been a question in the first place.  It should never have had to come down to the actions of any surviving first responders, former television show hosts or New York City police detectives living out their last days to get this done.  It just should have been done.  Period.  And it should have been unanimous, not have a positive Senate vote of 97 with two bastards voting against it.

People talk about so-and-so being “un-American”.  You want to know who the real un-Americans are?  Rand Paul and Mike Lee.  They’re not even worthy to be called “senators”.

 

 

Inspiring A World Of Kindness

Inspiring A World Of Kindness

by MichelleMcHatton

The trailer for “A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood” was released yesterday and why has it hit me in the emotional gut like a ton of bricks?  Because I’ve never cried over a movie trailer before.

Maybe it’s because the movie revolves around Fred Rogers, the beloved host of the long-running PBS children’s show “Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood”.  Or maybe it’s because the movie is about a skeptic who ends up seeing things more clearly as a result of his time spent interviewing Mr. Rogers?  Or maybe it’s because my favorite actor Tom Hanks stars in the movie as Mr. Rogers and absolutely nails it?  Maybe it’s all three and more.  I don’t know.  All I know is that I can’t get enough of the trailer and I have never anticipated a movie so much in my life.

The next four months are going to seem like an eternity!

Where’s Everybody From?

Where’s Everybody From?

by MichelleMcHatton

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.

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

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

by MichelleMcHatton

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”.

The Real Candidate

The Real Candidate

by MichelleMcHatton

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.