Oh, man. I was really hoping that hungry grizzly bear wouldn’t figure out how to get into that nursery with all those infants. Oh well, now that he’s in there, let’s just give him a chance and see what happens.
This is the part of the movie where the bad guys get the upper hand and start fucking shit up.
Me
This was an amazing collaboration. A great song already, this version just seems to breath fresh life into the lyrics, which convey an important and powerful message. I can’t listen to it and not feel energized.
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Super Green!
Late January in Indiana, I’m outside in short sleeves catching up on yard work I neglected in the fall, working up a sweat in the process. Only when I’m struggling to remove a stray tree from where it should not be do I realize why it hasn’t been done already. I don’t have the fucking tools I need for this shit. Everything is twice as hard as it should be, maybe three times.
I worked up a ravishing hunger. My instinct was to hop in the car and speed off to Rally’s, grab a Big Buford meal, with tasty, greasy, battered fries and tea, unsweetened, of course, because sugar is nasty stuff. It’s also all throughout the bun, the fry batter, probably the damned meat patty. Americans put fucking sugar in everything and then fry it in trans fat.
So, I decide to head into the house and whip up a chopped organic super green salad with broccoli, mushrooms, carrots, green onions, and Annie’s Organic Cowgirl Ranch dressing — a solid choice. I feel much more refreshed than I would have had I shoved fatty, salty poison down my gullet.
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Burning Down The House
That’s what they’re doing. They’re going to repeal Obamacare. They’re going to repeal the ACA. Contrary to popular opinion, those aren’t two things. They are two different names for the same set of laws. They’re going to mess up Medicare, Medicaid, Social Security, and anything else they can get their grubby paws on. They need to make sure that the filthy rich barely pay any taxes while keeping the military funded. So the average American is just going to have to buck up.
That’s how it is, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You can cry, you can whine, you can scream and shout and protest. It won’t do you any good. They don’t care. The people they need still haven’t figured it out yet. The people they need won’t figure it out until it’s too late. You can try to educate those people. You can try to change their minds. You can try to make them see what is happening. You may get a few. Most of them are too damn stubborn. They like lying to themselves. They get something out of it, I’m not sure what. I have difficulty understanding them.
Hell, I have trouble believing we are the same species. We all know what it feels like to meet someone you just instantly click with. Well, I hope we all do. But the opposite of that exists, as well. Sometimes you meet someone and after talking to them for a while you realize that you disagree with every single thing that comes out of their mouth. Like their brain is the universal counter-balance for your brain and if one of you were to perish while the other still lived, it would throw off the balance of all existence. But I digress.
My point is this: The people about to be in power know how to manipulate their crowd. If you didn’t vote for them in 2016, they don’t need you to vote for them in 2020. They don’t want you; they don’t need you; they don’t care what you think. They care what their voters think, those loyal patriots, and they know how to keep their voters. They know what to say and how to say it. So, do what you can, sure. But, buckle-up, things are going to get bad. We’re going to get beaten up. Some people aren’t going to make it through, and that’s the saddest part.
Hey, look on the bright side, though. If they fuck it all up bad enough, yet don’t kill us all, maybe that’ll stir up enough previous non-voters to fix it next time. Well, you know — don’t hold your breath or anything. But feel free to hope.