Nothing like a bunch of old white men to tell women what their healthcare needs are. Especially this one, the Republican senator from Kansas, Pat Roberts. When asked about his support for the healthcare bill’s “essential benefits,” he said, “I wouldn’t want to lose my mammograms.”
Not only is this a grave insult to all women, especially those unfortunate to have spawned, married, or been sired by this hater, but it is a grave insult to all the men who get breast cancer and often die from it, as their symptoms are misdiagnosed.
And since women have to pay for men to have prostate screenings and for the Viagra they so desperately need, Roberts should have kept his trap shut. He later apologized, but that falls into the too little/too late category. For his constituents. And for his conscience.
I am trying not to go too crazy on this blog with my feelings about the pathological narcissist, liar, and fascist in the White House–along with all his minions (like the monster in the above meme) and the who voted for him–but there are copious cases of truly idiotic and hypocritical behavior worth saving for posterity.
As in the case of Steven Curtis, the former chairman of Colorado’s Republican Party, Tea Party tool, and current host of a radio show. “It seems to be, and correct me if I’m wrong here, but virtually every case of voter fraud I can remember in my lifetime was committed by Democrats,” he said on his show a month before the election. It was also, he added, “is a bigger problem that I realized.”
He ought to know, because he forged his ex-wife’s signature on an absentee ballot, and she found out when she went to register in another state. Curtis is the only person in Colorado to be charged with voted fraud and forgery, and he could go to jail for up to three years. Bye, Felicia! Don’t let the door slam too hard on the way up the river.
I lost count of how many hours were wasted in front of the TV in the 1970s, watching The Gong Show. And then, of course, we had The Dating Game and The Newlywed Game to show us the sillier side of Middle America.
Poke fun all you like. Chuck Barris, who died at the age of 87, made a lot of people laugh. And that is a wonderful way to be remembered.
Love After Love
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Okay, so call me a member of the Grammar Police force. I wear my badge with pride. As our country gets dumbed down by the minute, I find it impossible to take anyone seriously if they can’t be bothered to proof-read, spell-check, re-read, and have the basic courtesy to not mangle the English language. (Not to mention how many online trolls can’t figure out the difference between there/their/they’re or your/you’re or the dreaded its/it’s.
Which is why I was thrilled when a court case brought by milk-truck drivers in Maine was settled (to the tune of $10 million) for lack of a serial (or Oxford) comma. This missing comma would have clarified the sentence in question–the one at the heart of the case.
Next up: Coverage of why it is criminal to double-space after a period.
Read more here: http://www.newyorker.com/culture/culture-desk/a-few-words-about-that-ten-million-dollar-serial-comma
Chuck Berry died yesterday at the age of 90.
There would be no rock’n’roll without him, so it’s a fit tribute to link to the Twitter comments from musicians whose careers were shaped by Chuck’s otherworldly talent: http://www.slate.com/blogs/browbeat/2017/03/18/chuck_berry_s_death_inspires_social_media_tributes_from_musicians.html
Well-done to the Pleasant Run PantherBots, a team of nine and ten-year-old students at Pleasant Run Elementary School, who won a robotics challenge at Plainfield High School, in Plainfield, Indiana. An amazing achievement for these young kids who’d only been working together for a few months. They’re now going on to the world championships.
Not well-done to the racists who not only taunted these kids during the competition, but actually waited outside in the parking lot to continue to spew their bile and hate when the competition was over. White racists. Now there’s a shocker. These horrible parents were so upset that their precious little white snowflakes were beaten by a team comprised of two black kids and three Latino kids, who clearly were more clever and inventive, that they showed the world what kind of people they are–and thought they could get away with it. I sincerely doubt this was the first time these parents let rip with this kind of ugliness. You have to pity their children.
Administrators at Plainfield High were quick to condemn this behavior, but it is obvious what kind of community this is.
A Mike Pence kind of community.
Time to get back to blogging….I have been so derelict at it that WordPress has completely overhauled their pages in my absence. What is all this white space doing here? Isn’t it hard enough to see that blinking cursor taunting you to type?
Guess I am still a dinosaur.
I have been a bad blogger this year – too much work and other stuff getting in the way – but I am going to try to do better. In the meantime, I am still reeling from the unexpected loss of my friend, the brilliant and incomparable Alan Rickman.
My son and I saw him in London at summer’s end and he was in fine form. When he said, “Your mother is one of my oldest friends” to my son, it meant the world to us.
Much has been written about Alan elsewhere, and all I want to say here is that he will be truly, madly, deeply missed – not just by me and all who loved him personally, but by the millions of fans who learned what great acting is by hearing that magical voice and seeing him on stage or in the movies. It is a heartbreaking, shattering loss.
One of the best videos I have seen lately is only 5 minutes long. It shows a stupendous feat by Linsey Pollak, using a drill and a carrot. Watch it and you’ll see what I mean.
Nothing is better than a creative mind. And the power of music.