All About Tuesday & A Big Ol’ Thank You

I am very, very, very angry. Do I know what I’m going to do with that anger right now? Nah. I’m just trying remain sane while insane thoughts and visions of what I’d like to do if I were another kind of person, go through my head.

On Tuesday evening I had emailed my friend in Hoot ‘n Holler that my weekly post was just about written as it was all about the events of the day. All about Tuesday. Windows scheduled to be replaced in my apartment, 21.2lb Max coming to the office with me, voting, and the fact that I had one of the nine cans of Progresso Vegetarian Vegetable Soup with Barley for dinner that night. It was good that I felt like having soup that night. I just thought the sight of little more than nine cans of the same kind of soup in the cupboard was kind of amusing.

“I just hope it has a happy ending,” I wrote to my friend about the post. After that, the rest of the night is but a blur.

Now – I want to rail into the morons who support trump, but I’ve said what I think of them before in previous posts, if you’re interested, so I won’t tax my fingers on them at this moment. I want to trash the next first family with infantile abandon by referring to them as president dickwad, The First Whore and the creepy kids. But I must rise above that. Or not. Really it is a great deal better than some of thoughts that had been mulling about, so I will settle for an occasional outburst, occasional being a relative term.

But, more than any of that, more than my hate-filled, vengeful words, I wish I could say something to Hillary, something comforting and heartfelt. Something like thank you, oh so monumentally much for giving this feminist from the womb a glimpse, a grasp at seeing a woman, the right woman, as president of our country, though it was not to be. And it wasn’t anything you did. You did so well throughout it all. (Frankly, your decorum during the stalking debate was impressive. I would have turned to the jerk and yelled at him to sit the fuck down!) You were and are inspiring. Please continue to be a leader in this fight, for women, for respect, for social progress. For all of us, even the dunderheads who follow that cartoon of a two-year-old in a pompous old man’s body. Not the evil ones, just the stupid ones who helped to tear our dreams out from under us and set us back decades. I don’t see you, Ms. Rodham Clinton, sitting out the rest of your life stewing about this, though you’ve every right to. But we still need you and this is what you were meant for. So thank you. Take a deep breath, take a break, take a vacation, with or without Bill, and come back swinging. We’ll be here.

BTW – Saturday evening, TCM, Turner Classic Movies, ran a movie that came out in 1940 called The Mortal Storm, which I’m sure was no coincidence. James Stewart stars, but I’d never heard of it. It’s about the rise of Hitler in Germany. The parallels are eerie. It sent chills down my spine.

BTW2 – Leon Russell died today. I have but two of his albums, but he has a bigger presence in my record collection than that. Thanks Leon for the great music and the great influences.