So I have been taking Spanish lessons via Italki using Skye for a while now. The other evening I was working with a young man from Guatemala. The subject of the dysfunctional man now pretending to be POTUS came up. He was telling me there is a very popular t-shirt in his country (and as it turns out through out the Latino world) that reads “Donald eres un pendejo“.
Just in case you are not up on your Mexican obscenities, pendejo is asshole.
Plus I would assume it is disrespectful to use the personal you when addressing a man of the supposed stature of Gospodin Trump.
Apparently the whole world, except redneck America, hates Donald Trump…go figure.
One of my coworkers is a gentleman of 50 something years. He has a glass eye.
Wednesday of course, was Halloween, and they had a Trunk-or-Treat event in our office. The building had a costume event so there were more than a few souls not in business casual.
Where you get such things is beyond me, but my coworker had replaced his “dress” glass eye with a gag one. For all the world, it look like his eyeball was enucleating in a projectile fashion so that there was about 2 inches of “goo” projecting from his eye socket. To complete the ensemble he had fake blood on his white shirt. He was such a happy camper as folks would look at him, become aghast, then start twittering nervously.
My favorite definition of sanity is, “knowing how to go insane safely.” Bingo.
Every year one of neighbor has an outdoor Halloween party for the adults, a pot luck affair. The neighbors sit up a fire pit, cook a big dish of this or that, and provide the area. Of course, we all bring candy and mug the Trick-or-Treaters as they come by trying to get rid of our candy. No one wants to have to take the sweets home. Resistance is futile when it comes to chocolate.
Normally, Robin is the one in the gang of adults passing out candy to the kids as they come by. She off doing something else and gave the bowl of goodies to me to dispense to the young revelers.
I was doing so when one of them asked me, “What are you supposed to be?”
Now I had come from work and pretty much went straight to the festivities. I had on cowboy boots, cords and a regular shirt. I had added a newsboy hat and fleece jacket before we went as it was just wee bit cool and we were to be outside. My hair is a little on the long side.
Not knowing what to answer, I told the truth, “tall and ugly, ugly and tall…”
The mute button becomes the most important button on your remote
For this 5 or 6 week period every 2 years, it is the only time either party even acts like they care about social issues that most Americans worry about every day.
Paul Henry Carr was my mother’s brother who fought and lost his life in WW II. While losing his life he performed heroically. He received several honors posthumously, included having a missile frigate name after him. After 30 years of service the ship has be decommissioned, but the memory lives on in our family.
This November 3rd, 2018, Paul Henry Carr is to be inducted into the Oklahoma Military Hall of Fame. The family is looking on this as a huge honor, as it is.
The family commissioned an exhibit that is at Checotah, Oklahoma. Checoath is more or less the ancestral pueblo. There is an ongoing effort to complete the funding.
You can help support The Carr exhibit by doing what you do anyway…buying on Amazon.com . “How?”, you ask, By following some extraordinary simple steps.
Last week it was reported that in 2017 the average CEO of the 350 largest firms in the U.S. received $18.9 million in compensation. That’s a 17.6 percent increase over 2016.
At the same time, the typical worker’s compensation remained flat, rising merely 0.3 percent.
The first Gilded Age fueled a progressive era that tamed and regulated its excesses, beginning in 1901.
I wrote my Missouri Senators requesting them to vote NO on the nomination of Judge Brett Kavanaugh to the Supreme Court. IMHO, Kavanaugh is awful man who would have the power to set this country back 50 years. He absolutely, should not be a Supreme Court Justice.
This is the response from Roy Blunt. It just added to the many reasons I have not voted for this man, and will never vote for this man…for any office.
Dear David:
Thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts on President Trump’s nomination of Judge Brett Kavanaugh to serve as an Associate Justice on the U.S. Supreme Court.
Judge Kavanaugh is a highly-qualified nominee with an outstanding legal background. In his decade on the D.C. Circuit Court of Appeals, Judge Kavanaugh has become known for his intellect, effective writing style, and ability to build consensus.
The Supreme Court is one of the most important legacies a president can leave. I look forward to learning more about Judge Kavanaugh’s judicial record and talking with him about his judicial philosophy as the confirmation process moves forward.
Again, thank you for contacting me. I look forward to continuing our conversation on Facebook (www.facebook.com/SenatorBlunt) and Twitter (www.twitter.com/RoyBlunt) about the important issues facing Missouri and the country. I also encourage you to visit my website (blunt.senate.gov) to learn more about where I stand on the issues and sign-up for my e-newsletter.
As I have mentioned before I have a “Not My President” bumper sticker on my pickup. When first on I was getting flipped off regularly. Now… not so much. Although yesterday a fellow in an older pickup in the fast lane paced me for so long in rush hour that he had traffic backed way up in that lane. I am sure he wanted me to look over so he could flip me off. I never gave him the pleasure.
More than once I have had a person pull up next to me, honk and then flip me off. Today I am driving home in rush hour traffic when a car pulls alongside and honks. I just knew I was getting flipped off so I automagically started erecting my middle digit to respond. Much to my surprise he was giving me the thumbs up. I hastily retracted my middle finger and tried to pretend I had been doing something else with it.
I recently had some minor outpatient surgery. I am in the prep room beforehand, and the nurse is taking my vitals. She asked, “How tall are you?”
I responded, “Six feet, two inches.”
She then tells me to step outside the room and step on the scale.
I quipped, “Could I just not tell you my weight like Trump?”
This particular nurse either did not have a sense of humor (although I thought I was outrageously funny), or she was a Trumpster. She said, “Please step on the scale, sir.”
Ironically the scale registered exactly 239 pounds.
The nurse did not quite see the irony, either. Oh well.
So I have been taking Spanish lessons via Italki using Skye for a while now. The other evening I was working with a young man from Guatemala. The subject of the dysfunctional man now pretending to be POTUS came up. He was telling me there is a very popular t-shirt in his country (and as it turns out through out the Latino world) that reads “Donald eres un pendejo“.
