The Countdown To Accountability Begins...

 

Hi!

Neighbours to the south, I sincerely hope you were not trying to fly anywhere yesterday. What a shitshow. I guess this is what happens when you fire all the skilled, educated, experienced people who know what they are doing, and replace them with ones whose most useful skill is the ability to pose for decent head shots.

I kept an eye on different news outlets, all day, waiting for any explanation that made more sense, that was more complex than the incompetence that seemed obvious, aaannnd... nope. That was it. I mean, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb came out and tried to blow smoke up the collective asses of the general public, but apparently, they aren't even very good at that.

This is what it looks like when your government is turned into a vending machine. Someone puts in money and government contracts pop out. You don't need to provide quality, have expertise, or even a decent base of knowledge, just pop in enough money and you are guaranteed a prize.

At least no one was killed... this time. At least, as far as I know.

January is coming. 

I'm hoping the new congress, and the new senate have their shit tightly together by then so they are ready to hit the ground running and begin the process of righting the multitude of wrongs that have been perpetuated on the citizens of the US  and the world for the past almost two years. 

The list is long, and sadly, they likely won't be able to tackle everything at once. But they have two years to get things done. They have the people behind them, pushing them, wanting them to show they were worthy of their votes. 

There is such an overwhelming amount of corruption, so many misdeeds, but none more heinous than what will be made even more clear with when the complete, unredacted Epstein Files are made public. A close second will be what is revealed when investigations into ICE and their prison camps begin. 

Justice for those children. Justice for their families.

Accountability is coming. Allow no one to retreat into the shadows. Wherever there is a whisper of a fingerprint, wherever there is a distant, twisted echo of a child's name used in vain, wherever power has become poison... go. stay.. and don't come back until you have them by the throat.

The countdown to accountability begins...

I, for one, can't wait.

Well, Holy Crap...

 Hi!

Well, holy crap!

It wasn't a blue wave, I don't know if I would even call it a blue tsunami. I think it was more of a series of individual, tiny blue dots in every shade of blue, millions and millions of them, coming together, colliding with such force they exploded with joy, the splendiferous blue covering places, beautifully, it had never even imagined it could have ever covered before.

It was amazing.

Thank you! Your neighbours to the north thank you!!! The world thanks you!!!!

The shock on the faces of right wing tv people was priceless. It was worth staying up half the night to watch the results roll in just to watch them implode. 

Now, Steven Miller, their Voldemort in residence, is going to be chief of staff. I mean, are there rules against impeaching him? The amount of evil he has perpetuated is astounding. Or, has he kept his hands just clean enough?

From now until the adults can get in the room in January, things are likely to get even crazier. Not like they have ever cared about your citizens, but they have, up to this point, had to care at least a little bit about the votes. There are no more elections between now and January, so they don't even have try to pretend anymore. They can let their crazy out of the cage and let it run wild. 

Now, it's about containment, and maybe making sure they understand the consequences that will be awaiting them in a couple of months as a deterrent.

The light is now shining bright at the end of the tunnel, and for once, it's not a train.

Once again, congratulations to the citizens of the US for making this happen. and for doing it with such overwhelming force that they can't cheat. You stormed the capitol with your votes, painting red faces with their own bullshit. You stomped their hateful, fear-mongering rhetoric, and clubbed them over their heads with pride flags. 

The future is filled with hope again. The world is slowing stripping power from authoritarianism. The world's citizens want leaders who care about people more than money and power.

We'll get there. Together. 

2 More Sleeps...

 

Hi!

So, this is it.

The home stretch. The final push.

Hope is beginning to take a real hold. It's familiar, something that was wanting to make it's way into our hearts two years ago. And then, he got in again.

Please don't let this happen again. Don't let him lose by a margin small enough to cheat through. Because, you know he's going to try. He's been trying. Trying to obtain voter rolls, suing to get names off of ballots, trying to suppress mail-in voting, moving voting stations around like some sort of twisted game of three-card monte. I'm sure I've missed a few, and when he loses, you can bet they will fight the results, just like in 2020.

That's why it can't just be a blue wave. It needs to be a tsunami of such magnitude that even the most maga of the maga won't believe their lies of it being 'rigged.' It can't be remotely close. Anywhere.

The world is watching. Brazil did it. Hungary did it. It's happening around the world. Dictators and fascists are beginning to fall like dominoes. It's your turn.  

The world will celebrate with you. There will be dancing in the streets, the champagne will be popping, and full breaths will be taken for the first time in a long time.

While he slurs through incoherent speeches, glitching and twitching, yelling at patriotic protestors, his utterances echoing off the walls of half-empty high school gyms... go vote.

Make this pedophile and all of his sycophants shit their pants more than normal. Make their rejection so massive that it crushes their empty souls. Vote, then make sure your family has voted, then your neighbours, than people you meet on the street. Carpool to the voting station. Come prepared to stand in line. Come prepared to stand up to intimidation. Make sure your vote is counted in the way you intended. Follow through.

2 more sleeps...

This will be the first step in healing after the last ten years of abuse from this idiot and his ilk. This will strip him of his power. Next move will be to create distance by removing him from office. Then will be the long journey of recovering from the trauma he has caused.

It will take time to repair all of the damage, but every trip begins with that first, biggest, most important step.

2 more sleeps...

You got this.

We can't wait to celebrate with you. 

9 More Sleeps…

 

Hi!

9 more sleeps...

Nine more sleeps until this vile piece of crap becomes even more of a lame duck than he already is. The guy is supposed to be going around the country 'helping' candidates of his own party who are in danger of losing their seats. Right? That's the objective?

So, if that's the objective, why is he taking already bad situations and making them worse?

Like the Vivica McSwampy thing, where he made an ad highlighting the sorriest excuse for a birther of children, I can't make myself call her a mother, a creature who allowed her daughter to be raped repeatedly so she could stay in a relationship with the abusive, rapist, swill that was transforming her little girl from a carefree, thriving innocent, into a survivor.

The Tangerine Tyrant, instead of spinning the abomination into, oh I don't know, something the candidate was unaware of, something that was taken out of context, you know, the usual bullshit they come out with, he, instead, comes out guns ablazing... aimed directly... you guessed it... at the survivor.

Why? Because she had the audacity to overcome. She had the strength and determination to build a good life, and the unmitigated gall to want to serve her community. 

It's like he can't help himself from standing up for neither people who rape children nor for the defenders of those who rape children. 

I wonder why....

Pedophiles will pedophile at every opportunity. 

As he hears his garbage echo back to him in his half empty high school gyms, along with choruses from protestors screaming truth as they are dragged out the doors, as he blurts out his endless, putrid hate, his body itself begins to reject his words. His tongue slithers from his slobbering mouth accompanied by sounds that can only be described as gag-inducing. He doesn't have the capability to keep his tongue in his mouth.

And he's in charge of a country.

Behind a keyboard, he rants on about Obama. Why? Because Obama, after two terms and being out of office for ten friggin' years is still twenty years younger than him, is still leaps and bounds smarter, healthier, cooler, more handsome, and filling stadiums, along with overflowing the overflow areas. 

The Tangerine is so jealous of Obama, the depth of green he feels turns his deranged orange to the colour of the shit he spews. 

9 more sleeps.

And ooooooohhhhhh will they ever try to cheat. I mean, they are preemptively suing in Alaska, because two guys on the ballot have the same name. A case that has already been decided by the Alaskan Supreme court four months ago.

So when you vote, follow it up.

If they try to make it hard to vote, keep pushing until you get to exercise your right. 

Don't let these gaslighting, war-loving asshats intimidate you out of using your voice. These spoon-fed clowns who couldn't care less that you are having to choose between gas to get to work, and heat for your house. Having to tighten your belts to the point of not being able to breathe.

Don't let them stop you from making yourself heard. 

They might be able to drag voices from rallies, but they can't drag you from the voting booth.

9 more sleeps....

You got this.

16 More Sleeps...

 

Hi!

Two photos, same day, same road, within about 10 minutes of each other.

Yup, land of the living skies is no joke.

So, the 80-year-old Pedo-Pappaw who likes to talk about how he checks out other men's asses at campaign rallies, wanders  past cars doors being held open for him, and can't walk a straight line to save his life no matter how desperately he plays wipeout on his right leg to kick it into gear, is still, somehow, the guy that carries the nuclear codes. 

This guy who can't not shit his pants, can't make sense for more than about a two minute stretch, and whose, strongest, most consistent, skill is champion-level sundowning, is making decisions, signing executive orders, doing more damage to the United States in the shortest period of time than any other period in recorded history.

16 more sleeps.

The opportunity for change is here. 

It gives your neighbours hope to witness the No King marches taking over the streets in such a massive way.

It gives us hope to see college students' 'hold my beer' moment as they took what was a back room attempt to discourage them from voting, and turned it into a absolutely gorgeous spectacle of democracy in action. 

It gives us hope to see fewer and fewer people show up wherever the Cheeto rears his inflated head, and even more hope to see a large chunk of those few leave while he babbles on.

It gives us hope to watch debates between Democrats and what passes for an opponent. Sometimes, the opponent is too much of a coward to show up at all, but every time they do, they have their asses handed to them in the most spectacularly colossal way.

It gives us hope to see Russian data centres going up in smoke. The house that Cheeto built is not even made of cards, it's an illusion constructed solely of twisted shards of funhouse mirrors, held together by imaginary friends.

16 more sleeps...

Giving the power of Congress and the Senate back to the people will be the first step toward healing a nation and an entire world that so desperately need it.

We are all holding our collective breaths, ready to exhale in relief.

So, no matter how hard they are trying to make it... vote.

Follow up your vote, making sure it is being counted.

Vote early, if at all possible.

Show them just how done you are with their crap.

16 more sleeps.

You got this.

24 More Sleeps...

 Hi!

I know, another couple of shots of some sunsets. In my defense, on my way home from work, they are just there... breathtakingly, heartachingly, gorgeous. I live in a place lovingly called the land of the living skies, and it's no joke.

Besides, in a few weeks the ride home will be in virtual darkness, and will remain that way for about 5 months. I need to soak these in before they disappear into the throws of winter.

Soooooo.....

The countdown is on.

24 sleeps until the midterms.

That means no more than 21 days to make sure you are registered to vote, and to keep checking to make sure you stay that way.

It means 3 weeks to make sure you know exactly WHERE to vote, and that the location of your voting station doesn't change.

It means that in 24 days you show up, prepared for long waits and bad weather... just in case.

It means that in 24 days you have the power to change the world.

Seeing the protestors show up at the Mango Moron's 'Dementia Era' tour gives me hope. Watching the citizens of New York City rise up against the Tangerine Tyrant's gestapo goons, makes me believe. Watching different debates that aren't even Democrats vs. Republican, but Human vs. Idiotic Ick, makes me giggle. They would be hard to watch if those asshats didn't deserve every single intellectual spanking they receive.

The Squatter looks terrible. I just hope he remains on the planet long enough, and is having a lucid few days, say from Nov. 3 until the last vote is counted. I want him to be truly present so as each result comes in, it's like a death by a 1000 pin pricks to his ego. I hope he feels every loss to his core. I want him to be coherent as he watches the last bit of power he has disintegrates, falling into a pile of ashes at his cankled feet. 

They will try to cheat. 

That's a guarantee.

The vote count needs to be so overwhelming that their cheating won't make a difference.

So, as he tantrums out about the Nobel Peace Prize... again... as he begs for praise for imaginary feats... as he spews grotesque garbage, trying get your own cities wiped out... as he pretends he is not a pedophile... as he does all these incredibly crap things, just remember...

24 more sleeps.

Then the last half of his last term ever can become 2 years of accountability.

It can become 2 years of justice.

2 years of some well-deserved karma.

2 years of making sure this can never happen again. 

24 more sleeps...

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Writing Essays Ain't Gonna Cut It...

 

Hi.

So, the Mush-brained Yam that currently squats in the Whitehouse feels badly for the sorry excuses for human beings that gang raped a young woman for seven hours, advertising it in a group chat like she was some sort of carnival ride that they had disabled just enough override the built in security systems.

Yeah, he's worried THEY won't get a fair shake.

"Prosecuting them will ruin their lives"

Good.

"Boys will be boys"

Okay, so it IS all men.

"She should have known better than to go to a frat party"

THEY should have know better than to dehumanize, abuse, and brutalize someone, yelling "free pussy" through social media like some demented carnival barker.

"But, she consented to part of it"

Really?! I made you dinner, you consented to coming over to eat it. About half way through, I poison the food and ram it down your throat. But, you consented.

"But, she was drinking"

If, when you see someone in a vulnerable position, your first instinct is to figure out a way to grope, overpower, and rape them, you are a vile piece of shit. 

"They were young, it was just a mistake"

If you think they got caught the very first time they did something like this, I have some ocean front property in Saskatchewan you might be interested in. 

Enough.

To all the "good guys" out there, and I put it in quotes purposefully, do something about these delusional, assholes who think that the only purpose of a woman is to provide them pleasure, take care of them like their mommies did, and give them babies.

Your fist pounding and choruses of "If I got my hands on that guy" are ringing pretty hollow. You know you all know a guy who talks about women like they aren't human. In their eyes we are merely a carrier of body parts that you think you are entitled to. Or, maybe you are that guy.

You know this guy just like every woman knows another woman who has been sexualized one way or another, or has been  herself.

You like to tout yourselves as our protectors. Well, where is that? Definitely not in the group chat. Definitely not in the comments all over social media. Definitely not at the parties, or in the bars, or on the streets, or in the parking lots, or in the restaurants, or in the parks.... so where are these mighty protectors?

Your silence is compliance. If you're not calling it out every single time. If you're not shutting down the comments. If you laugh off rape jokes. If you ever sit in the entitlement of "bro code." You are the problem. 

I would love for my granddaughters to enter womanhood unscathed, but sadly it's already too late for that, as my 12-year-old granddaughter has already had to deal with episodes of the ick feeling from grown ass men. 

So her training of how to defend yourself, and ways to keep yourself safe have begun. Not because we want to trade in her childhood innocence for five ways to get away from a man, but because we have to. We will do our part as women to give her all the tools she can carry to keep herself from being the next Jane Doe.

Men, what are you going to do about the assholes determined to give her that name?

Here's a hint... writing essays ain't gonna cut it.