...I'm going to blow a gasket.
I realize that when people talk about Bush Senior as a decent guy, what they mean is that, in comparison to the inhuman trash fire that currently holds the highest office in the nation, he looks pretty good. I'll give them that.
But don't tell me he wasn't a racist. Have we forgotten Willie Horton?
Don't tell me that he was some kind of unifier, unless you mean that he unified straight, cis people in their hatred of GLBTQ+ folks and their willingness to turn a blind eye on all the people dying of AIDs. Let me remind us all that that real people died. Lots of MY FRIENDS did not "survive" this particular terrible presidency. Don't forget that some of us dumped our dead on George H. W. Bush's lawn to try to get him to acknowledge our right to exist.
Bush Senior was not a man of peace. Have we forgotten "Operation: Desert Storm"? The civilians killed--targeted intentionally?
I haven't.
And hearing his voice again is f*cking triggering. And I'm not even kidding.
I have to admit that I had a small meltdown about this in my coffee shop this morning. My radio station, which is normally far enough left that I don't have to deal with people saying nice things about a horrible politician, was all "but, the civility!" And then, on top of that, I heard that tomorrow was going to be a national day of mourning for this... person... and I wouldn't be able to get my mail because all of a sudden Bush Senior is some kind of saint.... AND I LOST MY FLIPPING MIND.
I ended my little rant with: "Americans have the collective memory of a... SQUIRREL." One of the other regular patrons there pulled down a 3-D printed 'Trump as squirrel' model and slammed it on the counter playfully. it broke the mood, thank gods, and I was able to laugh, because OMG. This is like when Reagan died and it was all that 'great orator' bull crap. Next, there will be airports named after this person and we're all going to have to act like HISTORY ISN'T A THING.
The problem is that Trump is such a nightmare that if Dick Cheney or Henry Kissinger died tomorrow, people will be like, "Remember when the opposition was SMART???" And, I'll be in the corner screaming: SURE SMART, BUT ALSO EVIL AF!!!!
So, that's been my morning.
How are you?
On the other hand, one of the baristas at Claddaugh took an amazing picture of the coffee shop right after the snow on Sunday:

The Xcel Enegy Homesmart repair guys just left my house. Our drier decided to stop drying. This happens every so often and it's the kind of repair that doesn't necessarily make me think it's time for a new drier, if only because I think that fuses just generally have a lifespan, you know? The thing we have to save up for is our furnace. That thing is going to go one of these years and the folks that we have come out and inspect it are starting to mutter things like, "Mmmm, maybe consider a future replacement" and, the last guy, "OH MY GOD." I mean, it's possible he was talking about the state of the basement in general, but I think he was commenting on the age of most of the fixtures.
On Sunday, we spent the day making our "small" batch of flieschkueckle.

We always feel pretty good around 1 pm when we're mostly done rolling out the dough and filling up the little crescent pies, but I was still frying these babies until 6 pm. I got a lot of reading in, which is good, but... well, now we have food in the freezer. There's something in my lizard brain that still feels deep satisfaction putting away stores at this time of year. I mean, sure I could pop down to the grocery store at any point, but my LARDER IS STOCKED. *chest thumping!*
Plus, these things are so delicious and they really do make great little lunch treats to send along with Mason or Shawn. In the complete perversion of ethnicities/cultural appropriation, I pack a flieschkuechkle in Shawn' bento.
Anyway, hope you all have a lower blood pressure (and cholesterol) than I do!
I realize that when people talk about Bush Senior as a decent guy, what they mean is that, in comparison to the inhuman trash fire that currently holds the highest office in the nation, he looks pretty good. I'll give them that.
But don't tell me he wasn't a racist. Have we forgotten Willie Horton?
Don't tell me that he was some kind of unifier, unless you mean that he unified straight, cis people in their hatred of GLBTQ+ folks and their willingness to turn a blind eye on all the people dying of AIDs. Let me remind us all that that real people died. Lots of MY FRIENDS did not "survive" this particular terrible presidency. Don't forget that some of us dumped our dead on George H. W. Bush's lawn to try to get him to acknowledge our right to exist.
Bush Senior was not a man of peace. Have we forgotten "Operation: Desert Storm"? The civilians killed--targeted intentionally?
I haven't.
And hearing his voice again is f*cking triggering. And I'm not even kidding.
I have to admit that I had a small meltdown about this in my coffee shop this morning. My radio station, which is normally far enough left that I don't have to deal with people saying nice things about a horrible politician, was all "but, the civility!" And then, on top of that, I heard that tomorrow was going to be a national day of mourning for this... person... and I wouldn't be able to get my mail because all of a sudden Bush Senior is some kind of saint.... AND I LOST MY FLIPPING MIND.
I ended my little rant with: "Americans have the collective memory of a... SQUIRREL." One of the other regular patrons there pulled down a 3-D printed 'Trump as squirrel' model and slammed it on the counter playfully. it broke the mood, thank gods, and I was able to laugh, because OMG. This is like when Reagan died and it was all that 'great orator' bull crap. Next, there will be airports named after this person and we're all going to have to act like HISTORY ISN'T A THING.
The problem is that Trump is such a nightmare that if Dick Cheney or Henry Kissinger died tomorrow, people will be like, "Remember when the opposition was SMART???" And, I'll be in the corner screaming: SURE SMART, BUT ALSO EVIL AF!!!!
So, that's been my morning.
How are you?
On the other hand, one of the baristas at Claddaugh took an amazing picture of the coffee shop right after the snow on Sunday:

The Xcel Enegy Homesmart repair guys just left my house. Our drier decided to stop drying. This happens every so often and it's the kind of repair that doesn't necessarily make me think it's time for a new drier, if only because I think that fuses just generally have a lifespan, you know? The thing we have to save up for is our furnace. That thing is going to go one of these years and the folks that we have come out and inspect it are starting to mutter things like, "Mmmm, maybe consider a future replacement" and, the last guy, "OH MY GOD." I mean, it's possible he was talking about the state of the basement in general, but I think he was commenting on the age of most of the fixtures.
On Sunday, we spent the day making our "small" batch of flieschkueckle.

We always feel pretty good around 1 pm when we're mostly done rolling out the dough and filling up the little crescent pies, but I was still frying these babies until 6 pm. I got a lot of reading in, which is good, but... well, now we have food in the freezer. There's something in my lizard brain that still feels deep satisfaction putting away stores at this time of year. I mean, sure I could pop down to the grocery store at any point, but my LARDER IS STOCKED. *chest thumping!*
Plus, these things are so delicious and they really do make great little lunch treats to send along with Mason or Shawn. In the complete perversion of ethnicities/cultural appropriation, I pack a flieschkuechkle in Shawn' bento.
Anyway, hope you all have a lower blood pressure (and cholesterol) than I do!