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08282016-29


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I've got to admit, I'm pretty bummed by the news today of Republican sentators' plans to "deploy the nuclear option" to push through the confirmation of demon judge Neil Gorsuch, pretty much guaranteeing this man, to whom the rest of the current Supreme Court unanimously opposes on some issues, will wind up on the Supreme Court.

This is precisely what those of us dedicated to defeating President Fuckwit were trying to avoid. But no, voters were convinced Hillary Clinton was no better, which is objectively preposterous. Voters are such fucking idiots, thinking the president operates in a vacuum, and that the only vote that matters is the one for the president. These morons are why we have a Congress with the makeup it has: because millions of people convinced themselves that midterm elections did not matter.

Sometimes I think America is simply getting what it deserves. It's not like how great so many of us have had it for so long was due to some grand history of noble enterprises. It's not lost on me that the privilege I enjoy this very moment is something that comes from a foundation of slavery, genocide, and all manner of oppressions that apply both within this country and extend to the rest of the world. If America falls, it will be easy to consider it karma.

And this is the kicker: we might not even be in this boat right now if it were not for Democrats -- who, in 2013, changed the rules themselves, to block filibusters for all court appointments except for the Supreme Court, as if that were the one sacrosanct level of court. Republicans are now only taking what Democrats did themselves one step further, and in retrospect, that seems inevitable. It's true that Democrats felt they had no choice with Republican opponents concerned exclusively with obstructionism, but I'm not convinced this was the right tactic. Because, hello? Here we are.

There's plenty of blame to go around, and as disgusted as I am with Republicans -- far more than with Democrats on average -- this bullshit cannot be pinned on them only. They are not the only ones undermining democracy, and this right here is precisely why there was such pushback against Hillary, who represented to many a continuation of a status quo that was clearly not working in this country's best interests. She was the best option, that's all. I still contend she would not have been anywhere near as bad as President Fuckwit, but she still vied for the top position representing a party that did little more to make things better for all Americans. (Bernie Sanders did too, by the way, and in my view he was worse -- not least of which was in the disingenuousness of running as Democrat when he was really an independent who was an avowed socialist.)

Mind you, I'm still in Hillary's corner, whatever she wants to do. She made many, many mistakes; she did actually shady things. But I will never forget that this country would not have given half a shit about most of her so-called issues if she were a man, and to me that's the biggest bullshit of all. No candidate is perfect, but this woman has been unfairly raked over the coals for three decades, which alone made me want to fight for her. No other woman would have gotten as far by playing by rules imposed upon her by men who clearly felt those same rules did not apply to themselves.

So, you know, whatever. The American dream was always a delusion anyway.

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08202016-15


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I walked straight home after work yesterday, picked up the bag of dry cleaning I've had ready to take to the dry cleaner's since Saturday, went to the dry cleaner's dropped off the shirts, picked up the three other shirts from my previous drop-off about two and a half weeks earlier, and came back home with those three shirts. All the while, Shobhit had gone to The Cuff for a drink, and so I went over there to join him for a few minutes. I ordered a White Russian and he paid for it. It cost $9 and really was not worth that much but whatever. Shobhit will get his Social Review point for this and that'll make him happy.

On the other hand, I was not all that into his demeanor. He was nursing a beer, which he said he dropped and spilled half of, and the bartender replaced it with a new one at no extra charge. So that's a beer and a half, and I guess he'd had a shot or two at home before coming down. This made Shobhit noticeably inebriated, which quite frankly, I hated.

The other guys at the bar he was chatting with had no idea, and they were all very friendly. I even met another guy who goes by Matthew. I told him, "I never went by Matt. My mom used to say, 'You are not a doormat!'" He said, "I've never heard that one before."

In Shobhit's defense, I suppose, I was really the only one there who had any reason to be annoyed with them. But then, he wasn't getting all handsy with anyone else there either. Again, perhaps I should be grateful for that. But this just makes his tendency to fiddle with any and all parts of my body more intense, because of his having been drinking, and for me it was a little crazy-making. He kept leaning on me, basically being "I love you drunk" without the literal "I love yous." And you know what? It really doesn't mean as much when it's clearly happening just because you're sloshed.

There was a rather effeminate black guy there named Michael who was visiting the West Coast for the first time, and grew up and currently lives and works -- for the government -- in Washington, D.C. This made the guy pretty interesting on many levels. He was staying some place only a couple of blocks from our condo building on 15th, and when we left, he walked with us about a block and a half. I had barely met the guy, said maybe one or two sentences to him, and still as soon as we were out the door he extended his arms and said, "Hugs!" He was a very warm and pleasant guy.

We went home and had the lentil and rice Shobhit made, and I made myself another, better White Russian. We watched some TV and we worked on a crossword puzzle.

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12102016-02

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positive energy please