Oh, I know, we are supposed to pose photos of our grandkids and/or our lunch on Facebook, but I use it as a billboard because it is a great place to advertise political thought.Well we all know that. Vladimir knows that.
We also all know by now about the little twerp who runs the thing, Zuck, and his smug self-entitled billionaire hench-woman Sandberg (with lots of advice about childcare for women making 40 grand a year a — well just hire a nanny for shitsake).
We all know they are absolutely awful people, that they are complete liars and that they are in so far and so deep that they have no choice but to keep lying, keep taking money from the people they are selling us to and that they’ll never get out of the moral swamp they created and have made billions from. But we also know none of it matters to them. They have the money, they are going have much more money and they don’t care how deep the shit gets because they can buy their way out every time.
So, anyhow, I look at what family and friends post on FB but the only things I post are my political shoutings, insights, observations and, yes occasional rants. Oh, I really, really do try to restrain myself (I say effing, which FB turns into offing because FB can’t spell, but we all know I mean fucking when it says I wrote offing, which I didn’t. I wrote effing.)
So I put this up there tonight and thought I’d share it with you here in case you don’t see me there. Why? Because I got a kick out of writing it and because it is all sadly and really true. But remember, if as you read this you are suddenly overcome by a craving for a chicken sandwich and just have to go to Chik Fil-A (however they spell it) don’t forget yer Bible because as Scott Pruitt said, Chik Fil-A “is a franchise of faith.”
Yep, he really offing said that.
And with all that as an introduction, this is what I said tonight on FB.
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To ask an American-Hispanic, an American-African (isn’t it time we reversed the word order in these shorthand definitions of who we are. We’re all Americans first, from somewhere else once upon a time, whether a long time ago or recently) or to ask an American woman –to ask any of them now to vote Republican is the same as asking a Jew in Germany to vote for the Nazis in 1935.
Of course by 1935 there were no elections anymore in Germany, German Jews had lost their right to vote and, anyway, that was all beside the point because — because their citizenship had been revoked.
So no, if you are a woman or a member of one of those two huge minority groups, who together now comprise 30 percent of the U.S. population, you really don’t want to vote Republican — anymore than you would or should if you are a public employee.
Never will understand that one, how and why people who’d get their pay and their benefits paid by taxes vote for the party that hates taxes and would end all taxation. I’ll never figure out those people, never. If you work for taxes, if your kids’ medical coverage is funded by taxes, you shouldn’t be voting Republican. You just shouldn’t.
You should be thinking about what Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes wrote when he observed, “Taxes are what we pay for a civilized society.” No taxes? Then no traffic lights. Try navigating a world without traffic lights and see what happens to your GEICO premium.
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Well back to this post and just to say that as to that FB post really it’s all consistent. Germany and Geico both begin with the letter G. So does guess — guess I had been having a Sesame Street Day, a letter G day, while absorbing all the latest nutso stuff from the United States of Chaos and Confusion.
Cheer up, it’s getting better, it really is. You might have missed it yesterday in all the commotion about California”s “jungle primary”, but yesterday Democrats picked up a very red seat in the Missouri legislature. That bodes really well for Clair McCaskill and anything that bodes well for her, bodes well for us all.
(The next one, writing here that is, will be back to lots of lookups and serious stuff, not that this isn’t, it’s just in a different vein of expression).
Peeling the Onion 