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Exactly five and a half years ago tonight, I was in a bit of a snit. A tiff. I was, in a word, miffed.
The result of those feelings was this blog. And in fact, it was the reason* for the stupid name. And my first post where I wrote:
Because I am fifty-four-and-a-half years old, the world is against me. The world would be treating me just fine, thank you very much, if I were just six months older. Read the news lately? Some folks in Congress want to change Medicare — starting with me. Starting with folks currently under 55. Am I the only fifty-four-and-a-half-year-old who is seriously pissed off about this?
Well today, I’m no longer 54-1/2. But I am not in a snit. A tiff. And I’m no longer miffed.
Today I’m mad as hell.
Did you see that Donald of the small hands plans to put this guy in charge of Health and Human Services? Congressman Tom Price (R (Suprise!)-GA).
Photo Image Credit: Gage Skidmore
Folks are lining up in opposition to Price. Not only will he piss me off by trying (and god help us, failing) to derail Medicare, but as the Chairman of the House Budget Committee, he is the author of the House bills to repeal Obamacare. He is adamantly opposed to abortion in all cases. He opposes including provisions in Medicaid to permit low income women to afford birth control. He’s probably in favor of hangers.
Here is Democratic Senator Joe Donnelly’s comment opposing Price:
Tom Price has led the charge to privatize Medicare, and for this reason, I cannot support his nomination. I am ready to work with anyone who wants to improve access to quality health care for Hoosier families and seniors, but the nomination of Tom Price would put us on a direct path to end Medicare as we know it, which would raise health care costs and break a fundamental promise to seniors. I have fought to protect Medicare, and I will continue to oppose efforts to privatize Medicare or turn it into a voucher program.
I, personally, will do what I can. Because I really do fear that before long, this is what Trumpcare will look like:
You know I got this from Father Kane at the Last of the Millenniums, don’t you?
*Shortly after starting the blog with the stupid name, I realized that 54-1/2 was the average age my two late sisters reached. I kept the name because, as the “sick” member of the family, it reminds me that really, every day is a gift.
I’ll continue to believe that. Until, of course, I am an old Crohn’s patient whose Medicare has been taken away. Then I will — literally — poop all over Congress and Donald Trump.
Look into the eyes of a terrorist. A threat to your safety and mine. Something should be done about her. Ammirite?
Oh wait! Something was done about her! I feel safer already.
Virginia, where I live, is an “Open Carry” state. Where folks can pack their pistols and take them with them no matter where they go.
Maybe your state is among them! Wouldn’t that be great?
Now what connection could that picture and that map possibly have?
Well, guess what happened on Tuesday? Just guess.
Macie, an 11 month old lab mix was running in a park on a beautiful day. Her crimes were many. Serious.
So naturally she deserved to be shot. Oh, and killed.
I guess I should back up a bit.
Macie was running off-leash in a park where she wasn’t supposed to be off-leash but where everybody lets their dog run off leash.
Smith said her dog approached the couple and jumped in the air. She said the dog was leaping behind the man but was not barking at the time.
At that point, the man yelled out, “Call your dog,” Smith said. “He said it once, maybe twice.”
Smith said she and her friend then started running toward the dogs, who were about 20 yards away.
“We called for our dogs,” Smith said. Then she said she saw the man’s arm “go to his side” and across his body. “He sees us coming,” she said. The man pulled out a gun and fired it at the dog.
The man faces no charges. He was legally carrying a gun and reportedly “fired in self-defense.” But really, there was no threat. The owner was coming for the dog. She was a fucking puppy saying hello.
This story has me pretty upset. Because I walk Duncan not too far from the scene of Marcie’s killing. Duncan is often off-leash, too. Because it is a beautiful place to let him run. There aren’t many places where off-leash is permitted around here. Those places that exist are small fenced in dog parks that reek of pee.
Duncan is quite good at coming when I call him — he always gets a treat. But he’s friendly, and I have to (and do) restrain him when I see an unfamiliar walker or jogger coming towards him. He loves to say hello.
To me, this man is a perfect example of exactly the problem with folks carrying around guns. They use them. Stupidly. And without consequence.
Common sense and restraint don’t enter into the picture.
We need to do something about our society where folks feel the need to carry a gun, and feel entitled to use it.