Why did WordPress take it away?
My blogging friend, Ruby (“rubycommenting”), has started a new blog called Single and On Disability.
In her first blog post, she writes:
I started this blog for myself and for others like me who may be single and on disability or even for older folks who are single and retired because I found out it amounts to pretty much the same thing, lots of free time and a low income. I used to be married and there was more to do, but, when I got divorced found myself in a no-mans land not knowing what to do or how best to survive. Ive learned a lot since and plan on talking about how I fill my days and live cheap to improve overall quality of living in this journal type blog.
Ruby has several other short but practical posts up on her blog, and I’m sure she will be adding many more in the near future!
It’s good to know there is a blog that addresses the challenges and issues facing disabled singles, a group that is too often neglected and ignored.
Please take some time and visit her blog!
As most of my followers know I am big into helping other bloggers gain more exposure. My goal has been to grow a community of like-minded people and I am part way to my goal. I am bringing back the open call to leave a link and I’ll share it for you!!
The basic rules are simple: leave me a link to your page. I’m not sure it gets much simpler. You can leave as many links as you want and I’ll cycle this post from day-to-day so more people can jump on board. The link post I’ll create will publish on Mondays, Fridays and Saturdays.
Here’s a Fun Fact about me:
I’ve always loved to look at photos of the inside of other people’s refrigerators. I have an unhealthy curiosity about the contents of other people’s fridges. But it has to be a picture, because in a picture I can sit in the privacy of my own home, silently admiring or judging the kinds of food I see there without people thinking I’m weird or want their food (because usually, I don’t).
My son just received his work bonus and tweeted the above photo of his newly full fridge (you can actually click on it to make it bigger).
This made me far happier than it should have, because even if he was just some random person and not my son, that photo would have still made me happy. I just really like looking at photos of the contents of people’s fridges.
As his somewhat overprotective mom, I’m also relieved to see his eating habits seem pretty healthy, based on what I can see there (maybe he hides all the junk food in a different fridge, or in the cabinets). It looks pretty well organized to me. He also apparently likes pickles (which I do not).
I guess you could say I’m a tad on the eccentric side, but without our little eccentricities, the world sure would be a boring place.
I’d post a picture of my own half-empty fridge, but the light in it is out. When I get it replaced (and go food shopping), I promise I’ll post a picture. It’s also dirty so I have to clean it.
Maybe — and I say this in half-seriousness — I will start another blog all that just shows pictures of the insides of people’s refrigerators, and think up funny or snarky captions for them. I think there might be demand out there for such a blog, if one doesn’t already exist.
If the devil wanted to kill a religion, he would not be transparent or obvious about it. If it was Christianity he was trying to destroy, he would not woo people with pentagrams, blood sacrifice, black masses, and upside down crosses, and new commandments telling us to blaspheme God, rape, kill, and steal. That stuff is from the movies because it’s dramatic and scares most of us. If the devil exists, he knows being that transparent would drive most people off rather than attract them.
On the contrary, if the devil wanted to kill a religion (say, Christianity), he would package his diabolical agenda in a nice, “Christian” package. There’s a reason why he’s known as the “Father of Lies.” He would use crosses and Bibles and images of European Jesus. He would talk about vague “Christian values” or “the sanctity of the family.”
If the devil wanted to kill a religion, he would pick one or two culture-war issues that many religious people have glommed onto (in our culture, this means abortion and homosexuality) and weaponize them. This serves a dial purpose: (1) to deceive conservative Christians into believing his agenda is in fact “good,” and (2) to exert control over people, particularly women. Because people’s sex lives are so personal (and because these issues happen to be popular “culture war” issues today), these two things can be easily weaponized to instill shame and guilt, so those so deceived believe they are not being controlled but are in fact promoting “Godly morals.”
If the devil wanted to kill a religion, he would twist and pervert Scripture so it became its opposite. This would happen gradually, so the change would barely be noticed. Values once normally accepted as ungodly or evil — greed, money-worship, sexual abuse, child abuse, pedophilia, rape, dishonesty, and treachery, for starters — would be excused, receive “mulligans,” or even be celebrated and encouraged in some situations. Dominionist types believe the means justify the ends, which means that immoral or abusive behavior is okay as long as they help to bring about “God’s kingdom on Earth.” At the same time, values espoused by Jesus in the Bible — charity, empathy, unconditional love, and concern for the poorest and most vulnerable — would be dismissed (at best) or even be called sins (the dominionist evangelical God doesn’t favor those who are sick, poor or disabled, so helping them becomes a “sin”). This bears no resemblance to anything Jesus taught. Religion is simply being used as a handy vehicle to promote a diabolical agenda.
If the devil wanted to kill a religion, he would cherry pick verses in the Bible to dupe people into thinking his twisted perversion of the original passage is the Word of God. “See? It says so right here in the Bible!” Scripture can be — and is — interpreted many different ways, depending on the translation, what we “read” into the passage, and other factors. Much of the Bible is not as cut and dry as we’d like it to be. Being able to quote from the Bible doesn’t make you a good person or a good Christian. Even Satan can roll Bible verses off the tip of his forked tongue. He could even use some Bible verses to justify evil — and some “Christians” today do just that.
If the devil wanted to kill a religion, he would weaponize the religion against those people who most espouse the true values of that religion. Good and moral people with kind hearts have been leaving the American evangelical churches in droves lately, because what is being preached is diametrically opposed to what’s in their own God-given conscience. They deplore the hypocrisy, superstition, denial of science and truth, ignorance, hatred, intolerance, emotional abusiveness, and cruelty of the modern evangelical church. But the devil wouldn’t miss these good people, because they’d all be replaced by those most like himself — liars, hypocrites, narcissists, sociopaths, abusers, sadists, control freaks, and those without conscience, compassion, or love.
If the devil wanted to kill a religion, he would encourage believers to destroy God’s creation (in the name of God, of course) and take no responsibility for its stewardship. He would tell them it’s okay to dump toxic, life-destroying substances in the water and air. He would tell them that laws that protect them against those who would poison them are bad. He would tell them that to use the earth sustainably is a sin because it shows a lack of faith in God’s ability to replenish it. How is this different from telling teenagers it’s not only okay to trash their parents’ home during a party but that to clean up their own mess is wrong because it shows a lack of faith in their parents’ ability to do so?
If the devil wanted to kill a religion, he would blaspheme God by attributing his own dark and destructive nature to that God. Such a “God” would therefore be constantly angry, war-mongering, narcissistic, compassionless, sadistic, rejecting, hate-filled, and authoritarian. Such a “God” would favor the most powerful and ruthless with riches and material goodies while meting out unspeakable suffering on the most vulnerable, who he hates. He would tell us to steal from the poorest to give to the richest. He would “punish homosexuals” by sending hurricanes that destroy entire cities (that kind of twisted reasoning we hear from the likes of Pat Robertson have no basis in logic at all). He would call social justice and altruistic behavior “socialism” or even “communism” and ruthlessness and cruelty “law and order.” He would be a God devoid of mercy or grace. He would be a God who, were he to meet the Jesus of the Bible, would reject, deport, and even kill him because of his dark skin, poverty, and compassion for the “least of these.” In fact, there would be precious little difference between that “God” and himself.
If the devil wanted to kill a religion, he would tell believers they must vote for and support a certain highly immoral, narcissistic, and cruel person and tell them they will go to hell if they do not. He would gaslight those who can see through the hypocrisy and lies by attributing that same false idol’s depraved values and actions onto them.
It’s not just Christianity that has been perverted into its opposite. The same thing is happening to Islam, once known worldwide as a religion of peace. The Taliban, ISIS and Sharia Law are extremist factions of Islam that twisted this peaceful religion into a cult of war and death.
I don’t know if I believe in a literal devil or not. But I do believe in evil, and in the idea that evil forces exist in this world. The modern American evangelical churches are a hotbed of evildoings in these times. In my opinion, it’s much better to be an atheist. I know plenty of wonderful atheists who are extremely good people who always try to do the right thing, so it’s a total myth that a belief in God is a requirement to have morals or a conscience.
How does one avoid being duped into worshipping a false God? Observe what sort of fruit a church or a religion is bearing. If they bear only rotten fruit, or their teachings and values are authoritarian; or they talk about hell, death and punishment more than they talk about God’s grace or mercy; or if they weaponize their doctrine against the most empathetic or the most vulnerable; or even if you just feel really uncomfortable in that church or with those people, run away!
This is just a quick update about my son, who started suffering severe panic attacks/dissociation episodes and a week later, from near-suicidal depression.
He is doing much better. It turned out the medication the Emergency Room gave him to control the panic attacks (lorazepam — commercially known as Ativan) had an adverse effect on him and caused the depression. Since he stopped taking them, he has not been depressed.
He’s been a lot less anxious too, but that may have been job-related. He was transferred to a different location which is closer to his home, and is less stressful, and he has not had another attack.
He still plans to find a therapist, since he is an anxious person who has OCD and ADHD (attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, which my daughter also has). Having these disorders together makes a person likely to suffer sudden panic attacks.
Thanks for everyone’s thoughts and prayers! I do think that helped too.
Ok so here are the rules:
You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.” ―Morpheus, to Neo, in The Matrix.
I read an article this morning that was probably meant to be dark humor but is also an interesting thought-experiment. Here it is, for your pleasure (or horror):
Laugh if you want, but listen up: we don’t even know what reality is in these United States anymore, so can we say for certain that we aren’t actually trapped in some computer simulation, movie, or TV show intended for a superior race of aliens’ or future humans’ entertainment?
So, what if we’re really just extras trapped in a future race’s bad TV series or computer simulation?
I mean, nothing about our “new reality” seems real. Reality itself (at least as most of us define it) is even called fiction…by some. In fact, when you think about it, this — TV series (or whatever it is) isn’t even particularly well written. In some ways, it’s downright laughable and would probably never win the superaliens’ version of an Emmy. It would probably rate a zero on a futuristic Rotten Tomatoes. It’s got everything a bad (but nevertheless insanely popular with the masses) TV series could ever hope for:
It’s got one-dimensional (thoroughly evil: no humanizing qualities) cartoon villains and Central Casting heroes.
The Main Characters: a shady, bald, glinty-eyed, mysterious Russian dictator (“Vlad”) with a six-pack; an orange skinned toupee-wearing golf-cart-riding not-too-bright Mafia-connected ex-reality show star POTUS named “Trump” (look up the definition of the words “trump” and “trumpery” — no way can he be real!) who runs the country through his Twitter account (and was even gifted a gold toilet to tweet from); the unkempt and unbathed Lenin-loving, racist, anarchist (antichrist?), alcoholic failed filmmaker Steve Bannon; the smug and smackable Atlas Shrugged-toting Paul Ryan with his deceptively innocent-looking baby blue orbs and Eddie Munster widow’s peak; the Bible thumping nutcase Pence who calls his wife “Mother” and secretly harbors a mancrush on Trump; a couple of sycophantic constantly lying female supporting characters, whose facial features become ever more twisted and unattractive the more they lie; the villainous Fred Flintstone-looking fake-news peddling Trump mouthpiece Sean Hannity; Trump’s idiotic and arrogant sons who are always unintentionally throwing Daddy under the bus with their own boneheaded tweets; Trump’s simpering but glamorous daughter and her rich Jewish corporate-elite slumlord husband; an actual Nazi (Stephen Miller) who looks like the undead and is really a self-hating Jew; and finally, a minor character (Devin Nunes) from the middle of Season One known only for his Three Stooges-like stupidity, who suddenly becomes a major character early in Season Two (Plot Twist!) with his much-anticipated and feared “!The Memo!” which turns out to be not just underwhelming, but a four-page hastily-written nothingburger. The bad guys, like the Keystone Kops, never stop sabotaging themselves with their desperate and bone-headed attempts to obstruct justice and escape the law. The good guys (Mueller, Comey, a few others) are ridiculously good — and good looking. And tall. They also apparently don’t talk.
Plenty of other cartoonish characters have come and gone and sometimes have been featured in special starring cameo roles: the bumbling would-be villain Sean Spicer, mostly remembered for his panicked dive into the White House bushes to hide from the media and later on (after he bailed out) proved refreshingly able to poke fun at himself as a guest on Saturday Night Live; the weak-willed enabler/boot-licker and favorite Trump punching bag Reince Preibus (I gotta give the writers kudos on his name), who is mostly remembered for being the Official Oval Office Fly Swatter; a sleazy mall-stalking Bible-thumping cartoon cowboy pedophile from ‘Bama with a cartoon cowboy name (Roy Moore, really?) and the horse (“Sassy”) he rode in on; and of course, how can we ever forget The Mooch’s starring role on his own single episode — a TV trope obviously borrowed from The Sopranos.
It’s got a hackneyed theme/plot too unbelievable to be real.
The writers of this show must have known how popular James Bond like-characters and Russian espionage capers have always been with modern Americans, so they dreamed up a TV series that had those elements and so many more that we know and love. And then they gave us an unexpected goodie: they put us in the show! They dropped us right there in the middle of the action, as the confused, overwhelmed, and terrified “American people.” How sweet of them! I’m still waiting for my paycheck.
Basic plotline: The United States Government is covertly attacked and all its institutions dismantled and destroyed by Russian oligarchs (who better than the Russians for covert operations?), led by a power-hungry ex-KGB agent still mad about the Cold War and intent on revenge. Vlad is as smart as he is wicked though, and he knows how gullible the American people can be, and how desperate they are for “change.” He realizes the best way to wage war against the United States is not to nuke it from without (like Reagan feared), but to divide and then destroy it from within — by hacking into its presidential election and rigging things (using a flood of propaganda-spewing social media bots and Eastern European fake news mills) to ensure the new president is the dumbest, most embarrassing, most vile, most morally bankrupt — and also the most butt-licking and obedient — character he could possibly install for his coup to be successful. The GOP enablers look away as if none of this is happening or it’s just business as usual. None dare call it treason.
It’s got TV tropes and stereotypes galore.
The way this all plays out is a disorienting cascade of increasingly surreal and sometimes unintentionally hilarious episodes and vignettes worthy of David Lynch at his weirdest, complete with insane and incomprehensible plot twists completely lacking in credibility or realism; and a crazily revolving door of cast members constantly jumping ship or getting fired.
Almost every overused stereotype and TV trope is here: torch-bearing Nazis, slippery jet-setting crooks and traitors (Manafort and Flynn), actual Russian spies; the beautiful but unhappy foreign-born First Lady who never smiles and apparently hates her husband; dumb-as-a-brick Southern yahoos straight out of Deliverance, an Attorney General with a name from the 1850s South and values from the same time and place; silent — and did I say tall — White Knights who stand for Truth and Justice; a simpering and spineless assortment of enablers and sycophants who come and go like flies on a pile of drying dog turds; a low level “Coffee Boy” who turns out to be a key player in the Russian caper (Plot Twist!); an inept and bumbling Congress populated by glowering old white rich guys who would be the first to kick your kids off their lawn (and toss Grandma off her Medicare); backstabbing and stupid minor villains who keep turning on each other; and more chaos and drama than a Kardashian can shake a well-manicured index finger at. There are shady Mafia-esque characters who would put Don Corleone to shame.
Far in the background — really part of the scenery — is the presence of something called The Resistance: an amorphous motley crew of racially integrated pink pussy hat wearing folks of all ages who stand behind the tall, silent, and moose-jawed lead Good Guy Bob Mueller who is trying to take down our lead villain (and maybe the whole cabal). There is also “The Base” — a virtual cult of thug-like Trump worshippers all wearing identical red MAGA baseball caps, waving Confederate (and sometimes American) flags, singing God Bless America, and who go home to watch Fox News every night after a long day at the plant or clerking at the Piggly Wiggly, attending a family barbecue, or rooting for Heather and Gracelynne at the cheerleading tryouts.
It’s got lots of unintentional humor.
There is plenty of comedy to be had, though most of it is unintentionally funny (and in some cases, not really funny but horrifying in a “this cannot be real” way, so you have no choice but to laugh because otherwise you’d shoot yourself in the head): Sean Spicer hiding in the bushes from the media, James Comey (who turns out to be a good guy after starting out early in Season One as a possibly-bad guy) hiding in the navy blue curtains in the Oval Office in his navy blue suit; Trump handing Reince Preibus a flyswatter during an important meeting and ordering him to kill a fly that’s been annoying him; Trump “I’m a high energy person” riding his golf cart in Brussels while other world leaders walked; Trump curtsying before the Saudi Arabian king and rubbing a mysterious glowing Orb with the Saudi leaders (what was that all about?); Steve Bannon looking as terrified as if he’s just seen the face of Satan while surrounded by the Saudi elite during the Ceremonial Sword Dance they put on to honor Trump; the “secret meeting” in the Oval Office with the Russians where no American media was allowed (but Russian media was); the ongoing game of “Nuclear Chicken” Trump and the equally unhinged grinning “Little Rocket Man” keep playing on Twitter; Trump sulking and pouting after having been politely snubbed by the leaders of all our former ally nations because of his tackiness, lack of couth, and complete lack of a moral compass.
Recently, I watched a black comedy called “Idiocracy.” This administration reminds me of that movie, which although made in 2005, was eerily prescient. It was also uproariously funny. If you want to howl until you can’t breathe, watch the “Docter Lexus” scene. That may be our future. You have to laugh or you’d never stop crying. But I digress.
I’m more than ready for this TV series from hell to be cancelled. Give me the damn blue pill. I never wanted the red one.
There’s another explanation for all the weirdness. Maybe we aren’t actually living in a Matrix simulation or as extras in a TV show from a superalien culture at all. Maybe it was Y2K. Maybe it really did happen and we never knew it. You have to admit, things did start to get weird after 2000. Maybe when all the computers in the world were set back to “Year One” we never observed that happening because our timeline got crossed with one from a parallel Earth that looks exactly like this one, except that Earth defines reality differently than us captives from the Original Earth do, logic as we know it does not apply, and it’s populated with cartoon villains and lots of other things that seem incongruous, surreal, ludicrous, or impossible to the rest of us.
Maybe TV series and pulp fiction writers have always been able to tap into that other earth’s reality, and now we are all living in it and can see exactly where their ideas came from. The tell-all book writer Michael Wolff is able to make sense of it in a way the rest of us rubes from pre-Y2K reality cannot. He can explain it to us and it starts to make a sort of horrifying sense. He’s a kind of “rabbit hole whisperer” to the rest of us and that’s why his book is one of the bestselling books of all time.