Caterwauling

Faceypages Memories reminded me that I went to my first anti-tRump march on this day.

Jimmy and I got into a terrible fight in the comments. He had turned tRumper and was really excoriating me for marching against the guy when we didn’t know anything about him yet.

I was right. (Of course I was.) But he’s loyal to his white supremacist ruler till the bitter end, it appears. (I unfriended his ass LONG ago.)

I have to laugh because he has a wife named Dawn. She looks like a dope.

Weird how these guys go from out of their league to 20,000 leagues under the sea.

Pretty sure he can retire his “only pretty girls get to go to Delmonico’s” line. That theory was already shot dead in December 2019, but this is the final nail in that coffin.

Of course, it never ceases to amaze me what these guys can say with a straight face.

Has it been five turns of the calendar already?

Today I wrote a post you’d appreciate. It wasn’t about you, but you always appreciated a good story.

It’s in the annals of unpublished posts. If I don’t let it go live today, I never will.

That’s OK. It’s just between you and me. Like so much.

I still can’t believe I’m doing life without you. Guess I always thought there’d be a sign or dream or something to let me know that invisible string still tangibly ties you to me.

In my prayers, I still thank you for being part of my life. For being part of me.

Cheers to us. To you, S. Always to you.

And a glass-tip to what I don’t remember and to what I’ll never, ever forget.

I’m sending one of these to everyone who hits this page.

Maybe one for every time they hit this page.

Love you all. Thanks for finding me funny, insightful and lovely.

Well, June. But who’s counting, really?

I heard that my middle school history/government teacher died last week.

I wonder how 40 of us sat in this brilliant man’s classroom and yet only half of us know how to vote against fascism.

RIP, JS. Thank you for the knowledge and understanding. God, to sit in a study hall with you today and talk about this ridiculousness, I’d give anything.

Speaking of giving anything, I’m still not talking about June but I think a whole lot about it.

God has probably had enough of me asking why he only takes the good ones.

He needs to stop sending me reasons to keep making this inquiry.

Another piece of my heart died.

Yet another colleague who worked hard and left under duress.

The stress that damn near killed my friend then, finally did now.

This one, I loved a whole lot. A WHOLE LOT.

Made everything beautiful and bright. Big laugh, big heart, and big snark for those who richly deserved it.

I have a lot of things to say to God tonight.

To S., I say:

I hope you gave God holy hell for this one. I know you will never rest. How could you, with so much left undone and so much love and care left to give?

Thank you for being so good to me in what was also your time of need. I pray for your well-earned peace.

Cheers to a life well- lived.

Cara mia, ti amo.

Rather than talk about the incel insurgency that sought to destroy the U.S. Capitol (and select other capitols across the country) and democracy itself, I will remember 1/6/21 as the best day for Democrats since the 2018 midterms.

Joe Biden’s win was recognized and certified.

Georgians elected two of our own to the US Senate.

I don’t care that many people don’t find a single one of them inspiring. Look at what they have achieved. Think of what they will achieve for us.

Every government has corruption. I look forward to there being a whole lot less.

Even tech grew a set. Pence unfollowed trump on Twitter, then trump got thrown in Twitmo first for 12 hours and now for two weeks. Even Zombie Zuck arose from his crypto chamber to follow suit.

It only took four years. But then again, so did everything good that we’ve waited for.

The fact that a bunch of gullible people did the bidding for a defeated demagogue didn’t change any of that.

There is no room for hate in The People’s House. Or in mine. (There is only room for laughter. And there is plenty of that.)

And seriously, dude in the Chewbacca speedo, there’s no room for you there, either. Save it for when Pittsburgh can host the Furries conventions again.

All the memes going into 2021 encouraged us to enter quietly. Don’t touch anything. Maybe it won’t see us here.

Well, that lasted three days.

I dreamed that I saw my old UWD boss. There’s no love lost there on either side. I was in a European airport, dancing around (because hello, travel!) and also the floor squares lit up. It was snowing outside and I was able to step out and see amazing water views and aurora borealis skies.

Anyway the boss gave me 100 euros and said let’s move on. I took the money and he was gone.

I woke up to learn that one of our colleagues from those days died.

This person was more than a colleague, although we did work at two different jobs together. I knew their family. Parents, siblings, and one of their now two kids.

I have to say, that family makes beautiful babies. That’s what happens when beautiful people get together with other beautiful people. And kind, too. Everyone was so kind.

I got to thinking about the last time I saw them. The boss had just quit and we were all banished to the hinterlands. They lasted a month in the new arrangement.

JB turned me on to a breakfast place that would become my all-time favorite. I only took certain people there. And I would tell them about my friend who introduced me to it.

I think about how shoddily we were treated then. It worked out for me — I outlasted everyone and would still be there if not to get away from pesky spirits that refuse to cross over.

But it wasn’t easy. Nothing good ever is.

In any event, I used to speak of the talent we lost in not making certain people happy enough to stay.

Today I speak of the time that was wasted of them suffering and feeling bad, when they would only have four more years to live.

May the road rise to meet you, JB. Give S. a big hug for me. Because she will definitely have one waiting for you.