The suggestion showed up on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4u9Imr1kApk
Are you freaking kidding me? If the good folks in South Carolina wanted to elect a shallow bimbo to their governor's mansion, that is their affair, but their having done so hardly constitutes a reason for me to vote in the same way in a national election.
Garden beds, bedfellows, and bedlam are today's topics. We've been planting this week. We use garden beds. There's no right or wrong we just find it makes the garden easier to manage and maintain. As I thought about beds I wandered into thinking about who are the US bedfellows compared to those we call our enemy. To paraphrase Pogo, "We have met the evil empire and it is U.S.". We do spread bedlam far and wide.
Welcome to Sunday's Open Thread. As you have already noticed, I am not CStMS. I am also not a stranger even if you've never seen my name before. I used to be zoebear, but for reasons I explained in this essay, I am writing now under my own name. So, Hello!
CStMS sends her regrets and wishes she could be here. For those of you who have not heard, her partner's sister passed away and CStMS accompanied Kate up north to help with arrangements. On the way, she had a car accident (she's fine but the car, sadly, is not). My thoughts are with her, as I'm sure yours are as well.
While it may be foolish to look to our political system for solutions to our problems, it is arguable that who is president at any given time matters. I used to be less certain about this. I had come to the view that any president was basically a spokes-model for the 1%, and hence the military industrial complex, Wall Street, the establishment, the oligarchy, etc.
And the Democrat neocons are cheering him on.
Sit-a-while
on swinging porch
where tin-dippers and
sweet water
in cool touches
meet lips
from hand dug wells.
"It must be summer," said Ken the driver, as the other afternoon I boarded his bus, down in the unburned lands. "You're sporting your colors."
He meant the Hawaiian shirt. For now that the Seattle is receding, we are approaching the temperatures that are Wrong, and so it is time to go to the Hawaiian shirts. Except I reviewed these shirts recently, and determined that an unacceptable number, they now feature holes, of one sort or another. The Second Law of Thermodynamics, it can really be a pest, sometimes. And there is nothing I can do. Because, unlike the Beatles, I am unschooled in fixing the holes where the rain gets in, and Paradise Surplus And Trading Post, where I would buy the authentic Hawaiian shirts, for $2-$5 each, it burned down. So I guess I will just have to go with the holes. And why not? I just spent the past several months wandering the land in the long black coat with the scorch marks from the electric wall heater. So, why not, summer holes, too? This, our motto: Holes R Us.
Make of it what you will, but you'll never be allowed to see these kinds of polls on mainstream media, where they often don't even put her on the polls.
Remember heading into 2016 there were polls showing Jill Stein surging late at 22%. Most polls had her at 8%, but hadn't budged since DemExit, when other polls said she was surging. Then the election and Jill gets 1%.
april 26, 2015
"That Ken Roye is a pain in the ass."
"The Butte County attorney? The one who's always suing us about the fires?"
"The very one, sir. Suing, and winning."
"Eh. I don't care about the judgements. We just pass the cost on to Jane and Joe Blow."
"Yes, sir. The ass-pain is not in the money we're ordered to pay, it's in the settlement agreements, where we agree to do things like cut brush around the lines, replace poles, that sort of thing."
"But it's not like we ever do it. We just say we will. And then we don't. And no one cares."
