Upon being a chauvenist...

It is so hard to keep from getting in the political fray ... on my blog or other blogs I read. I do engage on Facebook because it's an immediate response and I always try to understand 'the other side'. I really do. I am friends with only about 4 people with whom I have absolutely nothing in common. I like to learn from them.

However... they continue to amaze me with their vitriolic posts and comments. These are the so called people who love God and Jesus and want to take this country back to the lord ... just spew vitriol on anyone who disagrees with them! name calling.

I'm going to continue to resist but reading a couple of good ol boy blogs just... I can not for the life of me understand why men feel justified in referring to women as vermin or idiots or filth or sluts or prostitutes when we are simply exercising OUR first amendment rights. I don't understand the mindset that feels the need to be mean spirited, period. Disagree ... okay ... but the vile name calling?

Wouldn't you think an educated or caring person would simply state... I believe you're wrong and here is why I believe such. But noooooo.... it's got to be you vermin! pond scum! how dare you think that way or disagree with me... the  'my way or the highway' mentality. simply dangerous.

Misogynists and chauvinist pigs are still around... after all these years - especially in my age group. man oh man I have unsubscribed to a couple of blogs. I just don't need that in my world. Too frustrating to try and understand especially after living through the dark ages of the 50s and 60s when women were still considered nonpeople.  Seems a lot of men are still upset that THEY gave us the vote... women have been downright uppity ever since.


This says copyright --- hope it's okay to post this... thought it was right on. This Rush and Fluke firestorm is just something else. ok all right already ... but the people taking sides with this... just absolutely amaze me!

Will they at least read her testimony? Can they just read and understand about socialism ... my God.. Obama's a socialist and Ms. Fluke is a socialist and they'll be damned if their rights are going to be taken away by the likes of these vermin!



I wrote a response to one of these blogs but then decided against it... it would just start a getting on each other's blog and ranting... I don't want that. I enjoy just coming here and feeling rather private on my public blog... Haa?

Rainy day today. I have lots of stuff I needed/need to do but again... my lazy ass won out. I do enjoy a day of rain. I don't like a steady day after day type thing. But there's just something cozy about a nice rainy day and being inside all warm with lots of terrible bad awful things to eat.

I just made some cinnamon toast and peeled a good ol orange... nice combination. Making a bit of extra coffee. About to watch Ellen.. she generally cheers me up... I DVRd the Downton Abbey series and plan on watching a few episodes of that while ... thinking...

Me and my thinking always need company. This ADD mindset is quite something. Hahaaa.. sometimes I enjoy it but other times I just wish I could just enjoy going after something and not get distracted on the way there and do 97 other things without nary a one getting finalized ... BUT then there's always next time...

Being me is not easy... but I persevere.

How about Joan singing about a bluebird for happiness...

I was walking down the road, not caring much where I was going

A heavy pack upon my back, worldly goods within a sack of loneliness

When fluttered by this bird of blue, he said I´ll tell you what I´ll do

Since you seem to be so sad, I will try and be your glad...

bluebird of happiness

And he goes flying, far over the ocean blue,

found the places, I am not known to.

I decided to follow him, my thoughts have faded dim since then

blown foggy by the wind paced, passing shore to shore we race,

moved from place to place

The moon is hot, the stars are cold. I´ve been there, that's how I know

I´ve touched the desert sunsets cold

placed it of the melted snows of Kilimanjaro

And he goes flying, far over the ocean blue,

found the places, I am not known to.

I´ll follow that bird until he dies and when he does then so will I,

I know I´ll never be the same, Life to me is bound to change

when that ends the chase

I lift his body from the sea, let him dry the trade wind breeze

find some Merry Christmas news, grabbed them up and giving to you

my bluebird of happiness

And he goes flying, far over the ocean blue,

found the places, I am not known to.