We all knew it would be a shit storm when the GOP got together to nominate Donald Trump in Cleveland. But even I didn’t think it would actually turn into a a convention hall where folks would be running for the bathrooms instead of the exits.
Apparently, though, they are. Because the GOP doesn’t just have a shitty candidate, they have norovirus:
The virus can be caught through contact from infected people or surfaces, or through consuming contaminated food or water. Norovirus inflames the stomach, the intestines, or both. Symptoms include stomach pain, nausea, diarrhea and vomiting. (Washington Post)
Of course, their candidate has been producing shit from his mouth and making the rest of the world vomit and crap their pants in fear since he announced he was running last year. And then again each time he speaks.
But with the norovirus taking hold of the delegates, I’m wondering if Mr. Trump needs a new form of transportation to make sure those delegates fill the convention hall to listen to the crazy line up of misogynists, racists and fear mongers.
Don’t you think that they should be riding in this fine vehicle:
Picture Credit: Father Kaine’s The Last of the Milleniums. Where else? He finds the best things.
I have written many posts about my heros. Political heroes like Adlai Stevenson and RFK. People who have spoken up and made a difference. But my current, live version of a hero is Senator Elizabeth Warren, Democrat of Massachusets.
Run Donald run. And I don’t mean for office. I mean head for the hills. I imagine there is some real estate for sale somewhere they allow misogynous white has-beens.
The GOP voted down four different measures designed to protect you and me. Designed to keep folks on the terror watch list from getting assault weapons. They did this in spite of the fact that:
Senator Chris Murphy, who I am proud to say represents my home state of Connecticut in the Senate said the following:
“We’ve got to make this clear, constant case that Republicans have decided to sell weapons to ISIS,” [Senator Chris] Murphy said, using an alternative term for the Islamic State militant group. “That’s what they’ve decided to do. ISIS has decided that the assault weapon is the new airplane, and Republicans, in refusing to close the terror gap, refusing to pass bans on assault weapons, are allowing these weapons to get in the hands of potential lone-wolf attackers. We’ve got to make this connection and make it in very stark terms.” (Daily Kos — http://www.dailykos.com/stories/2016/6/21/1540914/–ISIS-has-decided-that-the-assault-weapon-is-the-new-airplane).
Senator Murphy made clear that he will look to November, to make sure that those opposed to gun sanity don’t return to the Senate. That’s just what I’m going to do. So here’s where to start:
All Democrats favored the Democratic version of a bill to restrict assault weapons from folks on the no fly list except the following: Joe Manchin of West Virginia, Jon Tester of Montana, and Sen. Heidi Heitkamp of North Dakota. ALL Republicans voted against sensible gun laws except Sen. Mark Kirk (R-Ill.) who backed it; he voted with Democrats on all four measures.
Elections matter.
Vote the bastards who refuse to protect us
OUT OF THE U.S. SENATE
Senator Murphy, talking about Dylan, one of the 20 6 year olds who died in Sandy Hook, CT. Photo from NBC News
Do you ever want to pack it all in? Shed these mortal coils? Have an out of body experience? Do you get so bored that you fantasize foreign travel, hanging out with a group of friends who won’t pester you with questions, eating a steady diet of fresh picked food, and drinking water from a mountain stream?
My inability to do that for a whole host of reasons, well, it really gets my goat.
But I think I can honestly say that when I consider having out of body experiences, when I think of packing it in, and when I contemplate shedding these mortal coils, I can’t even approach, neigh, fathom what Thomas Thwaite did.
Part of me sees the attraction. After all, remember, I spent five years living in Switzerland. And when you climb those mountains, your heart and soul expand. You have what I dubbed Julie Andrews Momentswhere you want to sing with joy. I can honestly say that I’d love to go back and spend some time there in those mountains.
But there are limits to how I’d like to go. With whom I’d like to spend time. And what I would like to wear when I get there.
For example, I do not want to imitate Thomas Thwaites. He became a goat hung out on a mountainside. With a herd of goats. Eating grass.
There’s an article in the Washington Post about Thomas the Goat Man. How he developed a prosthesis that enabled him to walk like a goat. The challenges he faced. The cold. How he felt that human kind was progressing towards robotics, and he wanted to go a different way. So he became a goat.
This video, read by a robo-caller, tells the rest of the story. You can watch it and hear the story for yourself. Or you can mute it, and watch a man in weird costume eat grass. Your choice.
I can’t help wondering if the little goats used to laugh and call him names. Did they let poor Thomas play in any goatherd games?
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