My Apologies

I will apologize right from here.
I am going to be discussing a situation that I see occurring that appalls me.
And the fact that it is going uncontested makes my blood boil even more.
However what I am going to discuss has no bearing on me and my life (yet) but it affects millions of Americans.
People who have voted.
People who have signaled loud and clear as to what they no longer want.
Governed by a corrupt body of men and classless women.
I get to sling mud without facts and no one can stop me.
Isn’t that the spin that is put out there.
If you want it badly enough all you need to do is act like a petulant child and stomp your feet on the world stage none the less so everyone can see exactly what an overgrown baby one is seems to be the norm.
Headlines that touted Biden’s win are being degenerated as false news.
World leaders save for a few tyrannical ogres have already congratulated and are looking forward to working with a man who has a level head on his shoulder and is not looking to line his pockets with money that he has not earned.
Money that is paid by the people of the United States in taxes.
Money that theoretically is suppose to be returned into infrastructure projects/environmental projects/protection of species/land etc.
Money that is now going to be used so Donald Trump and his soul sucking vampiristic sycophants who have made it very plan that they care for no one but themselves to attempt to circumvent what the people want.
Who the people have chosen.
I have never been a fan of Trump.
Never ever ever ever ever ever ever.
I am there person who would have stood behind him on the elevator as he was going down smiling and waving while driving me spiked heel (not that I wear them but how else would I have been allowed into the inner sanctum) into the back of his calf and pushing then turning with a horrified look as like a giant orange boulder he bounded to the bottom of the stairs and right on out the door.
Yep remember folks the sweet smiling Jay that appears most of the time really does cover up a vicious crotchety empathetic woman who can skewer you with knives and still come out smelling like roses.
I am a writer.
Mwahahahahahahahhahahaha.
Losing my train of thought as there are so many of them on this subject.
If I do not get them out I will go stark screaming mad and no one wants that.
Money: Your money is being stolen by a giant orange baby who mumbles and makes asinine statements with no bearing to truth.
Truth: Something that has been in short supply during the last 4 years.
Insults/Slander: Something that has been available and for free throughout the last 4 years and counting.
Misogyny: This is a man who has celebrated a rape culture.
Racist: This is something that I do not even have to define.
***If you believe that Trumps immigration policies and the tearing of families apart is right I am not sure that my blog is the right one for you***
Again I am not American.
I am a Canadian watching from above and horrified by what she is seeing.
I have kept my mouth shut for the most part.
Yes there are a lot of poems making mock on here but other than that I have been silent.
And even my poems could be attibuted to anyone.
I cannot be silent any longer.
Do not sit idly by while Trump and his cronies attempt to steal the election that is fair and just.
An election where the voice of the people have spoken.
This is not a time to stand on the sidelines.
I am not advocating violence.
Violence is the forte of bullies and the ignorant.
Violence is how tyrants hold to power because no one else will have them.
What I am advocating is a storm of phone calls.
Regardless if your elected official is Dem or Rep call them.
Raise your voices louder.
If the official chimp refuses to leave the Big Cage the caretakers should be pulling out the tranq gun and firing.
Sedation for the next 72 days.
I always look at things in the best light.
I always believe (despite multiple examples which prove otherwise) that there is good and decency in people.
Mitch McConnell.
William Barr.
Two men who could actually be men and say ‘No there has been no fraud/no theft of election sir it is time to grow up and be an adult.’
Instead both men (who I mean come on is clearly entrenched in the outgoing fraud’s pocket) despite a clear lack of evidence and election officials stating that everything was on the up and up have cleared the way to spend tax payers money again to once more reach the conclusion that the vast majority of the American people do not want to be saddled with an embarrassment for four more years.
For those who have endorsed Trump for the last four years……
For those who have endorsed his cronyism…..
For those who have endorsed his vile practices of caging children and ripping feeding infants from a mother’s breast…..
For those who have endorsed his corruption…..
For those who have endorsed his lies…..
For those who have taken his words to mean a revival of White Supremacy…..
For those who have endorsed and enacted his violent vitriol…..
An accountability will have to be made.
A return to normality will be made.
And once it has…..
once the dust has settle I really hope that you can look in the mirror and square away your behaviour for the last four years.
I am not only meaning the politicians who again c’mon those men in his pockets who could care less about their constituents they just know the words to say to appease those who will vote for them I am talking about the every day man and woman.
I doubt it though.
Too many people have fallen for the me ideology.
I can only hope that there are more people out there with a ‘we‘ attitude and ideology but of late my optimism and hope in regards to this have become sullied with the acts of desperation and the fact that credence is being given to false claims which makes my heart hurt.
I am a Canadian with friends who live in the States and I fear for them.
Covid.
Racism.
Hatred.
I can only hope that in the next 72 days rational cooler heads will prevail and transition will be calm and peaceful.
What I am fearing is 72 days of violence and rhetoric.
What I am fearing is the start of a Civil War.
Laugh at my fears and if none come to pass I will willingly laugh along with you.
Have a terrific Tuesdays my lovies.
©Nov. 10/20
Picture is my own

Mean Ol’ Jay

This may come as a surprise to some but I am not always a nice person.
Yes I will wait for you to recover from your fainting spell/loss of breath/falling to the settee melodrama but there you have it.
A character flaw and one that I work on daily.
But there are times when mean grouchy old lady Jay comes out.
You know who I mean…..
Every last one of you know what I mean.
That old say it like it is pull no punches because I am old damn it who resides in all of us.
That person.
Well she is alive and well residing in the dark recesses of my mind and coming out when I am annoyed.
Delighting in situations where maybe I should be a little more caring.
A little more understanding shall we say?
But I am not.
In my head I am judging and saying things that thank goodness are not coming out of my mouth.
This week has been a trying for me.
We are in Code Orange restricted level.
Masks are mandatory inside all public places.
Unless you have a medical condition.
A medical condition.
We have young adults walking into the store unmasked and saying exempt.
Exempt from what?
Being a considerate and caring member of society?
****Since writing this this morning it has been announced that our Southern Health region will be moving into Code Red. As the cases continue to rise.****
School is now going for the short term-two weeks is our first test-with some students at home accessing the Emergency Remote Learning that has been set up.
Those who are going in-school such as T will now be going every other day.
A or B who knows until the email flows. (Sorry it sorta fell out of the fingers)
So now I have to trust that T is going to do his work.
Will also have to check said work on the days that he is home when I get home from work.
Have I mentioned lately how if I get a cold that it always settles in my lungs.
As it does with T.
So I am all good with wearing a mask.
Which again is mandatory in all indoor public places.
Unless you have a medical condition.
One of my regular couples comes through and the wife goes on a tirade about the masks.
How she hates them.
Wants to rip them off her face.
She is tired of Covid and cannot wait for it to be gone.
For life to get back to normal.
I adore this couple.
They are favorites of mine.
I had to bite my tongue hard as she was going on and on.
In my head I was saying:
Better than the alternative. 
You know?
The one where you are dead.
I need my job and well I am an adult now and you cannot say things like this.
Out loud.
To their face.
I also discovered yesterday that in fact wearing a mask indoors in a public place is in fact not mandatory despite what the government has put out there.
That is right folks all this time I was mislead into believing that I should listen to the Public Health Authorities….
that they might have some better sense of what is going on with this virus then I do…..
nope masks are a choice.
If one does not choose to wear one one does not have to.
Despite what the government says.
Despite the fact that Manitoba is now at the top of the list for infections.
That is right the province that was lauded for its quick response and containment has now fallen to the bottom of the Covid heap pile.
And we are not talking about a fall in the right direction.
So yes it is a choice.
Do not want to wear one.
Don’t.
It’s okay what is the worse that can happen?
Now you might wonder where snarly old Jay is going with the above sarcasm.
How she might have discovered this astonishing fact of not having to follow a public health mandate.
Without having a medical condition.
Putting through a regular customer and chatting away.
She is hefting around two cases of 1kg bags of sugar.
8/case.
16 bags in total.
Chatting away and asking her if she found everything alright.
Which is when I was informed that she had not appreciated another customer following her around the store calling her out for not wearing a mask.
That it was HER CHOICE if she did not want to wear a mask.
Yep you read that right.
Her choice.
Despite the government mandate.
Granted we can not force people to wear masks but you would think common decency would prevail.
Our cases are rising daily.
Our death count is rising daily.
Our ICU’s are nearing full capacity.
And we still have adults acting like petulant children.
Put on the mask.
Cut down on outside contact from the home.
Cut down on unnecessary trips outside the home.
But no.
Where I live the common theme is ‘I am protected by God. I am a good Christian living a good life. I will not get it.’
Now that I have offended about half my readers today maybe more grumpy old lady Jay is the one ranting and raving right now.
And she could care less because she wants this Jay-
the 48 year old Jay typing this-
to be around to become a crotchety old lady wearing her nightie in the middle of the street with a cardigan hollering for her 12 cats to come home-
and this Jay-
well I am hoping I will not be wearing tattered nighties and cardigans in the middle of the street bellowing for my 12 cats when I am old crotchety Jay.
I have ranted.
I have raved.
I have blasphemed.
What I am not is sorry.
I wear a mask for 7.5 hours straight in a day.
T wears one for call it 5.5 hours straight in a day.
You are shopping for what maybe .5 of an hour.
Put on your mask.
Unless you have a medical condition.
Which I completely understand.
But do not make a mockery of a serious illness which necessitates this individual putting their life at risk because of your desire to choose not to believe…..
©Nov. 6/20
Picture via Pinterest
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