Saturday, August 27, 2011

Saturday night personal

I'd thought about calling my friend in STL/FTL, but I'll just let him call me this time. The Magic Jack is connected. I'm no glutton for punishment, and this person, a (gay) Republican (or at times a self-styled "Blue Dog Democrat"), nowadays can't resist tossing out a Republican talking point or whatever at some point in the conversation. He knows where I stand politically, and I avoid bringing up politics altogether with him. (It's pointless.) He should also know it's pointless for him to do so. About the last thing he said when I called him a couple of weeks ago was that I would stand to suffer when they go about cutting Social Security. Fuck him, asshole. Sorry he has cancer, but...

(I think he has a lot of internal conflict going on, but I'm no psychologist.) (I regard gay Republicans generally as dangerous to themselves, gays, and everybody else. Look at Ken Mehlman.)

The Right meanwhile is getting meaner and meaner. Like wanting to have unemployed people tested for drugs (they're already testing welfare recipients in Florida and finding that the poor do drugs far less than does the general population). And did I mention that Marco Rubio is turning out to be an asshole?

And I just saw this ("Ron Paul hurricane plan: 'We should be like 1900'"). "The official candidate of liberty wants to go back to the good old days of (non-existent) federal disaster response."

And this ("Boehner and Cantor unsure about emergency aid for hurricane without budget cuts").

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On a more upbeat note, lately they've been sprucing up the lobby here. It's never looked this nice in all the years I've been here. This was most recently a basically empty area with a round cement table in the middle, topped with a vase containing dead cattails or something, and a couple of sad-looking, wilted corn plants standing in crappy pots against the walls.

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