Now I’m sad.

No, it’s not because the Republicans are thinking they can tie in the moral faux outrage of the new, old Bill Cosby allegations to the shenanigans of the erstwhile Bill Clinton as he carried on with the infamous intern, thereby hoping to Swiftboat the more-than-likely candidacy of a certain Ms. HRC.   (And if you can make any sense out of that stringing together of a few words to resemble a sentence, then you didn’t eat enough turkey yesterday to keep you in an L-tryptophan-induced fog today.)

And no, I’m not sad because said same Republicans are all hot and bothered because last week the esteemed President O decided it was high time to call BULLS**T on the high jinx and shenanigans of the Republicans in Congress as pertains to immigration reform here in this great country.   And, in so doing, simply did what others who have gone before have also done–used his powers of the office to make some executive decisions.  About flippin’ time I say.  And before all my dear Republican friends and family members (do I even have any of those???) get all twisted up and torqued inside, it might do well to read up on history and understand that past presidents (including good ol’ Saint Ronnie and the elder Bush) did also take executive action to deal with immigration issues.  I’ve read articles stating both similarities between Obama and his predecessors and articles stating he’s misinterpreting their previous actions and the White House is playing loose with words.  Either way, presidents take executive actions, especially if the Congress they’re stuck with has better things to do than try to help this country.  If you’re unhappy with this President and his policies and his administration, then elect someone else.  But, and I’ve said this before, and obviously will say it again.  Your guy lost.  Now deal with it.  And instead of bitching and moaning and complaining about the (Warning: SNARK ahead)  “Muslim in the White House,” why not try something constructive and put positive into the world instead of all the negative.  Why don’t we all try working together for a change instead of against each other every damn minute of every damn day.

(Geez, did I go off on a tangent or what?)

And even though the events in Ferguson make me completely, absolutely, without-a-doubt, darn right depressed, I don’t think I can write about them yet without coming across too passionately.  I need a few more days to calm down a bit.  Then we’ll talk.

No, what has me really, REALLY, really sad is that I just learned that zombieville will be off-air for a, get this, “Mid-Season Finale.”  WTH????????????  Mid-season Finale?????  Whoever heard of such a thing?  I mean really.  A Finale in the middle?  Does this make one iota of sense to you?  And now that means I’ll have to wait, after next Sunday’s show, for who knows how long to find out what’s going to happen to my new favorite characters.  And boy-howdy are there some intriguing, unfolding plot lines developing and unfolding, if you will.

Good grief Charlie Brown.  This just might mean I’ll have to tune in to the high-noon drama found in our very own chambers of the Congress.  Debt ceilings, government shutdowns, executive actions.  And all the temper tantrums you can handle.

I’m telling you what.  It could all be so much more entertaining if they threw in a few zombies here and there, roaming the halls of Congress.  John Boehner and Mitch McConnell?????  How long do you think they’d last against some walkers?  Mmm-hmm.  Not long.  Not long at all.  Unless of course, Mr. Boehner could accurately swing a golf club and take some out that way.

Now that’s an image to fall asleep on.  Almost scarier than the series itself.

Sweet dreams!!

 

 

 

About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). Now I just get pleasure out of swimming against the stream and ruffling a few feathers here in the wild west state of Wyoming!
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