Episode 637 of “Fit-pitchers extraordinaire.” (One guess as to the temper-tantrum tots.)

Somehow I missed this.  I’m not exactly sure how, as it is definitely something that hackles my hackles and prods at the little button I have that does not suffer fools lightly.  Yes, I have a short fuse for some things (right-wing ridiculousness being one of them).  There you go.  I admit it.  I’m not going to try to deny it and protest against any accusation thrown my way.  I am intolerant of ignorance.  Sorry.  Can’t help it.  I doubt it’s going to change any time soon, but if that’s an issue for you, then move on along.

I probably missed it because we’re immersed in HOLIDAY CHEER around here.  You should see our house…wowza.  We are decked out.  And I’m really about done.  There’s just the damn wreath from the last two years that needs to have the dead blue lights unstrung and the new blue lights restrung, but that’s it!  Yes, I’m procrastinating.  Have been for two years now.  What can I say?  Other than that, we are all about the holidays here.  Just waiting, ever so NOT patiently, for the white stuff to fall from the atmosphere.

So.  (And I know that is not a sentence.  Believe me you, grammar is at the top of our current lessons so there is a healthy dose of what’s correct and what’s not going on around here.  But, literary license being what it is, I let it stand.)

Back to the point as, yet once again, I digress.

I missed this.  I missed the histrionics of the United States House of Representatives and a certain Speaker of the House this past week.  That would be a Mr. John Boehner, who I just think would look divine as an orange-tinted zombie.  Doesn’t that just beg to be imagined?

Anyhoo.  It seems the House of Representatives is supposed to issue an invitation to the President of the United States to deliver the State of the Union address.  Just one more intricate, minute, little detail I did NOT know about the inane workings of our government.   Here’s where the histrionics and temper tantrums fit in:  the good ol’ boys (sorry ladies, if you’re there and took part in this then you get lumped in with my derogatory description) decided they’d take their ball and go home and show that black man in the White House a thing or two.  They passed a bill to NOT invite the President to deliver the State of the Union address.  And, yes, you guessed it, it passed.  I kid you not.  THIS is what our elected officials are spending time and MONEY doing in Washington.  THIS is what the people that WE elected have decided is the absolute most important thing they should be doing with their time and energy and OUR money.

Forget trying to make life better for the little guys down here at the bottom.  As in, wages haven’t increased since who knows when.  Meaning the rest of the 99% of us aren’t doing so peachy-keen.  (It was found that the typical American family’s median household income is still 8 percent below where it was prior to the recession, and remarkably 9 percent lower than it was in 1999.  From FiveThirtyEight.)

{Read more: http://wallstcheatsheet.com/business/wage-stagnation-is-devastating-the-middle-class.html/?a=viewall#ixzz3L8pQwET4}

Forget trying to figure out how to take care of the unbelievable number of hungry children HERE in this country.  (In 2013, 14.7 million or approximately 20 percent of children in the U.S. lived in poverty. {from DeNavas-Walt, C. & B.D. Proctor. (2014). Income and Poverty in the United States: 2013. U.S. Census Bureau.})

Forget trying to figure out how to be a united United States of America and solve our problems TOGETHER.  Problems such as WHY, why, why black lives are treated as less than.  WHY is it OK for UNARMED (and clearly so) people to be shot and killed by our supposed protectors of truth and justice and the American way?  I ask you why.

I wasn’t going to weigh in yet because I’m so opinionated.  And passionate about those opinions.   And I did want to make sure I knew all the facts.  But then I think, what the hell.  This is my blog.  I can write what I damn well please.  And what I please is to shout my disgust from the mountaintops that people can be killed (either shot to death or strangled) for MINOR infractions (such as illegaly selling cigarettes??????) by white men in uniform (let’s call a spade a spade, shall we?) and there are NO repercussions.  NO consequences.  Not even a slap on the wrist.  Nothing.  Nada.  Zip.  Zilch.  Zippo.




Ten words that should be indelibly inked on our consciences.



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). #FindingMyVoice #ScienceMatters
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