Blue Girl, Red State

The checkbook is closed

noreply@blogger.com (Blue Girl, Red State) — Wed, 25 Jan 2017 17:19:00 +0000

The DGA had the audacity to call me and ask for money yesterday.

If we still had landlines, the wires would have melted.

I was non-plussed, first at the sheer audacity. I wanted to ask him how he manages to walk with balls that size. I mean, they must be enormous. I live in Missouri. Chris Koster was a dream candidate…a former Republican county prosecutor and state senator who switched parties because the Missouri GOP is batshit crazy…a conservative Democrat with the endorsement of the NRA, all the ag organizations and up against a novice whose only entry on his resume was “Navy Seal who likes big gunz” – and the gun nut won even though he didn’t have the NRA’s backing?

The DGA made a hash out of 2016. The DNC made a hash out of 2016. The DSCC and DCCC made a hash out of it. All the Democratic organizations were a hot fucking mess. I wish I had every penny I donated last cycle back, because it was all just pissed away, apparently. Not one fucking candidate or cause I supported won. That is bad messaging from the people at the top, and the people at the top won’t have my money to play with any more.

The guy on the phone sounded shocked when I told him I was done, that I lived in a city that is big enough to take care of itself and its own and it does, and my efforts are here.

I don’t know exactly when the “Show Me” state became the “Show You” state, but it did. I don’t like it, and I don’t live there. I live in Kansas City. I don’t like the people there, I resent that my taxes fix their roads, that they vote to spite me then run to the city the minute they need a really good doctor and that Medicaid picks up the bill….but they hate social programs because social programs benefit “those people” in the cities.

I grew up with those assholes, with their casual racism, with their white privilege (“if you cain’t be better’n a n****r you cain’t be better’n nobody” – don’t you fucking dare try to tell me white trash doesn’t have their own brand of white privilege. It’s probably the most vicious and malignant form out there.)

When I say we’re big enough to take care of ourselves and our own, I mean that in 2005 we decided that our county would have universal healthcare through the UMKC/Truman Medical Centers and Children’s Mercy Hospital. When our state became a laughing stock because one of the Jesters of the Lege – who happens to be an M.D. – said about joining the rest of the country in preventing prescription drug overdoses by establishing a state database that if they want to OD and take themselves out of the genepool, it’s not his business to stop them. (I guess he forgot that “First, do no harm” part.) Anyway, our county went ahead and did it on our own.

If you are a Kansas City politician, I will host a fundraiser for you in my Coleman Highlands home.

If you’re a Jackson County politician, I will host a fundraiser for you in my Coleman Highlands home.

If you represent KC or Jackson County in the state lege, same deal.

If your name is Claire McCaskill or Emanuel Cleaver, I will crawl over broken glass for you and then host a fundraiser in my Coleman Highlands home.

Otherwise, I’m tapping out until I see competence.

Oh, Is That So?

noreply@blogger.com (Blue Girl, Red State) — Tue, 06 Dec 2016 18:38:00 +0000

Donald Trump's (Jewish Kapo) son-in-law owns a newspaper. In his newspaper, he published an op-ed by Austin Bay, the best reason parents have to not send their kids to the University of Texas at Austin, that is essentially urging the FBI to become the secret police and investigate any and all anti-Trump activities, protesters, vote-recount-demanders, George Soros and general malcontents of the hard left.

I guess it's a good thing this is a big house and I already have a reputation as one of "those" Catholics...I don't just warm a pew for an hour a week. If there's trouble to be made in the name of the cross, you'll find me making it. I'm a liberation theology Catholic who tried to run away from home when I was a Senior in high school to join a mission in El Salvador within six hours of the assassination of Archbishop Romero.

I was 17 then and I'm 54 now, and I have not mellowed with age.

I've gotten smarter and savvier and shrewder and crankier and, when the occasion calls for it, meaner.

I've gotten nastier and more impatient and less forgiving of stupidity. I've gotten bolder and brasher and braver and more outspoken, and I was born a Meyers-Briggs ENTJ. I'm the ENTJ-est ENTJ ever. I've been taking over groups since Romper Room and you ain't seen nuthin' yet.

This is a big house, four floors if you count the basement.

If the stormclouds that are gathering do not dissipate, I will hide you.

It all comes down to November

noreply@blogger.com (Blue Girl, Red State) — Tue, 16 Aug 2016 16:37:00 +0000

This is serious people.

Our country is at stake.

Our rights are at stake.

Everything is on the line and this is where we get put to the test. Are we the land of the free and the home of the brave, or are we the Fourth Reich?

Count Your Blessings

noreply@blogger.com (Blue Girl, Red State) — Sun, 14 Aug 2016 21:33:00 +0000

I used to work with another Lab scientist who was from Nigeria. Every time someone would show up with something new or talk about buying a new car or making a home improvement...you know, normal grown-up shit that costs money and you bitch about to your co-workers -- Walle would hoot and say "Oh you must be a very rich (wo)man to afford that!"

Eventually it was my turn. He did not know that I have been outside the US and the comforts of home and seen real, grinding poverty and slept under mosquito netting -- or tried to -- and Surprize! there is rebel activity in this sector after all...

When he said to me that I must be a very rich woman I turned around in the doorway (I was leaving, our shifts overlapped by an hour) and looked him in the eye and said "I am. I might be clinging to middle class by my fingernails in this country, but globally? I am very, very rich indeed." This caught him unawares...he was not expecting the whitest woman in the world to give that answer. He was silent for several seconds. The whole lab was. It was really kinda weird. Then he said "That's right. You are," and he turned and walked into the blood bank.

He never made the "rich woman" joke at my expense again. And Johnson County dumbasses that they were, even though they knew they answer that would shut him up, when he razzed them, they weren't smart enough, or more likely just couldn't bring themselves to, copy off the Liberal's paper.

Then you have me...These are just the shoes, and the rack is full. And there is a closet in another bedroom full of boots. And we aren't even going to talk about purses. Or laptop cases. Or umbrellas. I don't drive! When I get caught in the rain I do what any New Yorker i.e. normal person would do. I buy a fockin' umbrella.

You yelled to take back our country, so we are. Happy?

noreply@blogger.com (Blue Girl, Red State) — Wed, 03 Aug 2016 19:30:00 +0000

By @BGinKC

By the time the day was over, my voice was hoarse from phonebanking to GOTV right up to a half hour before the polls closed, and the sign-garden in my yard will stay put, because all of the people I supported in the primaries won their races.

Some damn fool challenged Emanuel Cleaver and lost by an embarrassing 60+ points, and on the Republican side, Jacob Turk just won’t stay throwed. I can tell you right now how that race will turn out… Turk 38 +/- 4 Cleaver 62 +/- 4. On the bright side, after this loss, Turk will have enough of ‘em under his belt to turn pro.

Jason Kander and Chris Koster were a fordrawn conclusion, as was Carnahan. Everyone knew they were going to be the winners of their primary races for Senator, Governor, and Lt. Governor, respectively. The first two are statewide officeholders already, and the third is a Carnahan. Kander is an Afghanistan combat vet, and that matters outstate. He’s been running against Roy Blunt, not his primary opponents, all along. But the three that made my heart sing were the Democratic primary races for Secretary of State, Treasurer and Attorney General. All of those races were won by friends of mine. Judy Baker will make a great Treasurer, and Teresa Hensley, who is already a prosecutor of one of our ex-urban counties, will be one damn fine Attorney General. But Robin Smith, a woman of color, will protect voting rights in this state like a lioness protects her cubs.

Oh, but my children! The people I wanted to win didn’t just emerge victorious – every single Sinquefield sycophant who had an opponent lost, and lost big. You know what keeps me making $25 donations through Act Blue? The fact that he throws away over ten million bucks – to no effect – every cycle, and my puny donations usually go to winners.

Catherine Hanaway took more than $4.5 million from Sinquefield and his various political action committees and ended up finishing fourth in a four-way gubernatorial primary.

Kurt Schaefer got $3.5 million from Sinquefield and was defeated by University of Missouri law professor Josh Hawley by nearly 30 points in the attorney general primary.

Bev Randles got $2.5 million of Sinquefield donations but still lost to Mike Parson in the lieutenant governor primary.

Will Kraus, who only received $120,000 from Sinquefield, was soundly defeated by Jay Ashcroft in the race for secretary of state.

The only statewide candidate to receive significant support from Sinquefield who will be on the ballot this fall will be Eric Schmitt, who was unopposed in the Republican primary for state treasurer

You spend eleven million bucks, you kinda want to get more names on the ballot in November than one guy, who ran uncontested, and who is probably going to lose because even though he didn’t have an opponent, a lot of people didn’t bother filling in the oval by his name.

Missouri has no limits on campaign contributions, per Rex Sinquefield’s request. We used to have the toughest campaign contribution laws in the nation, but Rex didn’t like them, he wanted to write checks with lots of zeros, not just two, so the Republican state legislature happily, gleefully even, with dollar-signs in their eyes, skipped into their respective chambers and put a pricetag on politics.

Apparently this offended the folks of Missouri who work for a living, because Sinquefield money seems to be the kiss of death for statewide candidates. They do not do well. He keeps writing checks, and his candidates keep losing. This bothers me not one little bit.

Meanwhile, four blocks away in Kansas, the Earth shook under the feet of the Worst. Governor. Ever. as moderate challengers to the ultra-conservative Brownback Brigade that allowed him to drive Kansas into the ground lost to primary challengers right and left; and the worst congresscritter this side of Louie Gohmert, Tim Huelskamp, lost huge, by more than 10 points, to political neophyte Roger Marshall, who will probably win because he is a Republican and they don’t call it the Big, Red One for nuthin.’ It sprawls over 63 counties and cows outnumber people exponentially. He won’t even face a Democrat. An Independent and a Libertarian have filed, but if there is a Democrat in Liberal, KS they are gassing up on their way to Colorado.

No matter what, the people have spoken, and they don’t like extremism or its practitioners. If Kansas in August is indicative of the way America is going to go in November, we’re not in as much trouble as some people are invested in making you believe we are.

This could be problematic...

noreply@blogger.com (Blue Girl, Red State) — Sun, 13 Mar 2016 19:05:00 +0000

By BGinKC

By now you have probably heard about the old prick who stepped out in the aisle and sucker-punched a protester who was being escorted out of a Donald Trump rally, probably for the crime of having dark skin. The hateful old fucker ("Greatest Generation" my ass. I can't wait until the last one falls over dead, and you can quote me on that) followed up his sucker-punch with the comment "we may have to kill him next time."

Now Donald Trump is broadcasting his intention to pay the old bastard's legal fees:

Republican presidential candidate Donald Trump said Sunday that he has instructed his team to look into paying the legal fees of the man who sucker punched a black protester.

Trump said he doesn't condone violence.

"But I want to see. The man got carried away, he was 78 years old, he obviously loves his country, and maybe he doesn't like seeing what's happening to the country," Trump said.

NBC "Meet the Press" host Chuck Todd asked him to clarify if that meant he would pay for the legal fees.

"Well, I'm going to look at it. I'm going to see, you know, what was behind this because it was a strange event," Trump said. "I've actually instructed my people to look into it, yes."

John McGraw, 78, was arrested and charged last week with assault and battery and disorderly conduct after allegedly punching a protester in the face at a rally in North Carolina as the protester was being escorted out of the building.

Which one of his staffers will do the time, I wonder? Or will the Donald who inflamed such rancid emotion with his vulgar rhetoric serve the time?

I don't care if the son-of-a-bitch says he doesn't condone violence, he sure as hell incites it. He has said that "in the old days" protesters would "be carried out on a stretcher."

The man is a rank fascist, a racist, a misogynist, and a liar of the first order. He wouldn't know the truth if it snatched that dead weasel off his head and beat him to death with it.

He must be stopped, because if he wins the Presidency, the American experiment is over.

So Long, Facebook

noreply@blogger.com (Blue Girl, Red State) — Thu, 10 Mar 2016 20:12:00 +0000

It has been a long time coming, but I’m finally there.

It was great at first. It was a way to keep in touch with friends and relatives who are not in close proximity. It let me keep up with the day-to-day lives of people I care about who are scattered all over the globe. It let me be there for my niece’s prom even though I was 500 miles away. It let me be there for the wedding of one of my bonus-kids even though I was over a thousand miles away. It let me chat with former colleagues and neighbors almost as if we still shared a backyard fence.

Then a couple of years ago I started noticing that there was a harsh and unforgiving side to the medium. I would share a meme, and no matter what I said about it, I would get attacked, or, even worse, be on the receiving end of some passive-aggressive bullshit that would make me want to reach through the screen and slap the taste out of some jerk’s mouth.

Over the weekend it happened again…I shared a meme about Colin Powell reaffirming that Hillary didn’t do anything wrong when she set up a private server, because he had followed the same protocol when he was the Secretary of State, and I made the observation that he would of course feel that way, because stating otherwise would put him in the jackpot because he did the same thing. I believe I also said something about stopped clocks being right twice a day.

If you only read the comments, specifically those of one individual, you could be forgiven for thinking I had gone completely over to the dark side and placed a Presidential Medal of Freedom around his neck my damned self. When I pointed out that I didn’t make the meme, I just shared it, well you would have thought I had zealously defended Satan himself in a courtroom at Vatican City.

That was the final straw.

Anyone interested in what I have to say can read it here. I haven’t deleted the account, because I have to be the Facebook smartass for the Washington Monthly on the weekends, but I can almost guarantee you won’t see me over there posting as myself. Besides, I got tired of pictures of food and LOL cats a long time ago.

The Nightowl Newswrap

noreply@blogger.com (Blue Girl, Red State) — Thu, 10 Mar 2016 06:00:00 +0000

by @BGinKC

Way to keep it classy I'm not sure what's worse, that the NRSC would tweet that Rep. Tammy Duckworth -- who left both of her legs on the battlefield in Iraq -- "Doesn't stand for Veterans" -- or that the craven cowards deleted it.

Karma's a bitch, pt.1 A Florida woman who has been very bold on social media saying things like "my right to protect my child with my gun takes precedence over your fear of it," and posting pictures of herself with her child and her .45. Well, guess what? Junior got hold of the gun and shot her in the back. Somehow I doubt she managed to learn a damned thing from the experience, or if she did, it was most certainly the wrong thing.

Karma's a bitch, pt.2 A group of West Virginia lawmakers celebrated passing a piece of "protect the right or morons to be morons" legislation celebrated the passage of said legislation by drinking some of the raw milk their bill protected...and they all got sick from a milk-borne pathogens. Of course, in true wingnut fashion, the wingnut who sponsored it blamed the government, saying the capitol is a den of iniquity, plague, pestilence and disease. The only problem with his hypothesis is that the raw-milk drinkers were the only ones who got sick.

This ought to be as much a death-knell for Ted Cruz as it was Hewlett Packard Carly Fiorina is backing him. Bless her heart, she thinks he's a "constitutional conservative." Poor thing, she just doesn't even suspect that he is not a conservative, constitutional or otherwise. But especially not "constitutional."

But that's just Carly Fiorina, and she always bets on the nag Not one GOP Senator has endorsed Cruz. That would be because they hate the SOB.

More of this, please One former Minnesota Senator and one sitting one -- Dave Durenberger (R) and Al Franken (D) -- penned a joint op-ed calling on the Senate to do their damn jobs and meet with the President's Supreme Court nominee.

So long as the violent extremist stays dead, I really don't care how many bullets took him down. The FBI and the Oregon State Police have issued the final report on the shooting death of Lavoy Finicum and it reveals that two previously unreported shots were fired at the domestic terrorist when he was pulled over on a rural stretch of Oregon highway. Whatever. I don't care. As far as I'm concerned the FBI needs to treat white, Christian terrorists like they would Muslim extremists. Goose, gander, all that...their goals are the same: theocracy and the subjugation of women. You know what they say..."A rose by any other name..."

Laughing my ass off over here at Ammon Bundy, who is whining that jail was the hardest thing he's ever had to do. You know why I'm a free woman and able to point at him and laugh? I don't break the law, and I sure as hell don't rally up a band of morons and try to overthrow the government. It's really easy. Basically, I do nothing more strenuous than a new yoga pose; yet my liberty is just fine, my rights are still intact, I haven't been asked to quarter soldiers, although I do have extra room, and I can now take my guns (yes, I have guns) into national parks -- a right Obama gave me. I'm pretty damned vigilant about my personal liberties, and I can't think of one I've lost, but then I never espoused white supremacists, because I realized at a very young age that the idiots who did espouse such idiocy weren't superior to anyone.

I know why you're really here...and I won't let you down...so without further ado, let me announce the return of Midnight Music:

It's. Not. About. You.

noreply@blogger.com (Blue Girl, Red State) — Mon, 15 Feb 2016 16:06:00 +0000

Show Me Progress file photo by Michael Bersin

Let's get something out of the way right from Jump Street...I could not possibly care less about your feelings, unless I'm mocking them, and if you don't get that, what the fuck are you doing reading this blog any-damn-way?

There comes a time when we must put away childish things. This is that time and your wittle fee-fees are the childish things you either have to put away or risk being emotionally traumatized for the rest of your life, because I don't just not care about your feelings, I hold them in contempt.

When Nino Scalia shuffled off this mortal coil over the weekend, it brought into sharp, clear focus just what is at stake with this presidential election. This will be the third appointment for President Obama.

Fearful of losing their advantage on the high court, the right wing "constitutionalists" (maybe they should stop waving it in the air, break the binding and give it a read) are whining that the seat should remain vacant until the next president (they're banking on the next president being a republican) is sworn in.

Never mind that it doesn't work that way, and if they had ever read the document that they claim fealty to they would know it. It is the role of the Senate to "advise and consent" not to "hector and obstruct," although if you only started paying attention to politics in the Obama era, you may think it's the latter, and that things have always been done this way. It isn't. In fact, it's unrecognizable to those of us old enough to have taken Civics in school.

Here's the deal...I don't give one hair on a rat's furry ass who you're supporting in the primary. I don't care if you're a Bernie Bro, so long as you're not a Hillary Hater. I also don't care if you're a Hillary backer, so long as you're not a Bernie Basher.

I am so god-damn sick of ~~Democrats~~ those who fall left-of-center on the political bell curve sneering at one another and vowing they will sit out the election if their candidate doesn't get the nomination. Because...Purity. Grow the fuck up. IT. ISN'T. ABOUT. YOU.

It's about the federal bench and the Supreme Court. It's about whether or not our republic is for sale to the highest bidder. It's about whether or not the public lands that belong to all of us can be exploited by private interests. It's about whether or not you will have breathable air or whether or not your local river catches on fire. It's about whether or not you can buy health insurance. It's about whether or not the women in your life have a right to reproductive healthcare and choices.

I'm not the only one who thinks so either. It's a good day when I wake up in complete agreement with Paul Krugman.

"But simply pointing to rising partisanship as the source of our crisis, while not exactly wrong, can be deeply misleading. First, decrying partisanship can make it seem as if we’re just talking about bad manners, when we’re really looking at huge differences on substance. Second, it’s really important not to engage in false symmetry: only one of our two major political parties has gone off the deep end.

On the substantive divide between the parties: I still encounter people on the left (although never on the right) who claim that there’s no big difference between Republicans and Democrats, or at any rate “establishment” Democrats. But that’s nonsense. Even if you’re disappointed in what President Obama accomplished, he substantially raised taxes on the rich and dramatically expanded the social safety net; significantly tightened financial regulation; encouraged and oversaw a surge in renewable energy; moved forward on diplomacy with Iran.

Any Republican would undo all of that, and move sharply in the opposite direction. If anything, the consensus among the presidential candidates seems to be that George W. Bush didn’t cut taxes on the rich nearly enough, and should have made more use of torture."

Get it yet? It isn't about you. It's about the country and the future and the world our children and grandchildren will have to navigate as adults and our place in the world and the history that is yet to be written. So vote your preference in the primary, then vote for the Democrat in November. It's that simple, and if you don't get that, so are you.

We aren't the Mississippi of the Midwest...We're the Louisiana

noreply@blogger.com (Blue Girl, Red State) — Fri, 08 Jan 2016 16:50:00 +0000

Are you fucking kidding me? Nope...this is the KC Star not "The Onion." Can we get rid of these republican clowns, outstaters? Oh, that's right...Roy Temple and the Missouri Democratic Party don't bother putting up candidates n those races. So we get this...we're the fucking Louisiana of the Midwest.This is what I mean when I say it's hard to be from here sometimes.

"Lobbyists who have sex with a Missouri lawmaker or a member of a lawmaker’s staff would have to disclose it to the Missouri Ethics Commission under a bill introduced Wednesday in the Missouri House.

The bill, sponsored by Rep. Bart Korman, a Montgomery County Republican, defines sex between lobbyists and legislators as a gift. As such, sexual relations would have to be included on monthly lobbyist gift disclosure forms."

Read more here: http://www.kansascity.com/news/local/news-columns-blogs/the-buzz/article53468660.html#storylink=cpy

Lobbyists who have sex with a Missouri lawmaker or a member of a lawmaker’s staff would have to disclose it to the Missouri Ethics Commission under a bill introduced Wednesday in the Missouri House.
The bill, sponsored by Rep. Bart Korman, a Montgomery County Republican, defines sex between lobbyists and legislators as a gift. As such, sexual relations would have to be included on monthly lobbyist gift disclosure forms.
Read more here: http://www.kansascity.com/news/local/news-columns-blogs/the-buzz/article53468660.html#storylink=cpy

“For purposes of subdivision (2) of this subsection, the term ‘gift’ shall include sexual relations between a registered lobbyist and a member of the general assembly or his or her staff. Relations between married persons or between persons who entered into a relationship prior to the registration of the lobbyist, the election of the member to the general assembly, or the employment of the staff person shall not be reportable under this subdivision. The reporting of sexual relations for purposes of this subdivision shall not require a dollar valuation.”

The 2016 legislative session began Wednesday with a focus on legislative ethics laws. That focus comes after a year that saw two Missouri lawmakers forced to resign over scandals involving interns.

Read more here: http://www.kansascity.com/news/local/news-columns-blogs/the-buzz/article53468660.html#storylink=cpy

I give thanks every day for the handful of Missouri House Dems who are willing to wade into that snake pit every January. When they were in charge important shit like keeping for-profit prisons out of the state got passed. Not prurient nonsense like this.

A dispatch from the other side of the looking glass

noreply@blogger.com (Blue Girl, Red State) — Wed, 06 Jan 2016 22:59:00 +0000

How quickly life can change.

The period between Thanksgiving and New Years is my favorite time of year and it always has been, but this year a huge dark cloud was cast over the celebrations because the day before the holiday we had to bury my husband's first cousin and my last real friend from childhood. She was a random victim of a spree killer who killed another woman and shot into a running city bus and an occupied residence before he killed her. She was in Jackson, Mississippi for a Job Corps convention. It is still fucking with my head that she died alone, hundreds of miles from home and the people who loved her.

The Wednesday after Thanksgiving we buried my father-in-law. The ceremony was a bit tense because my husband and his Backwoods Barbie sister have been estranged from one another for twenty years.

The day after the funeral, I returned to work, and while I was outside with the 4th and 5th graders at recess I got a text message from my husband...an attorney in Bethany had just called him and told him there was money in accounts at two different banks. We had no idea how much it was, or anything like that.

We made a trip up to Bethany to go to the bank, and you could have knocked me over with a feather. We don't have enough that we can do nothing, but we do have enough that we can do the things we want to do and not worry about paying the bills if we're smart about managing what was left after Tom bought me the house of my dreams in the historic Coleman Highlands neighborhood for a birthday present.

We sold our shirtwaist over ten years ago, because we were convinced it was too much house, and we lived for two years in a hobbit-hole apartment that was dark and quiet all the time -- the ideal apartment for a night-shifter like me who needed to sleep during the day. When I no longer worked nights and that apartment depressed the hell out of me, we moved to the apartment we lived in for almost eight years. Not only were we wrong to think the adult children would stay gone. Of the eight years we lived there, it was just the two of us for three months. We were thinking that clearly we had fucked up selling the shirtwaist. I never want my children to feel they don't have a place with me, so we made do, whether we had one extra person or four, in 1,032 square feet.

After we went to the bank, we went house hunting and put an offer in on the 100+ year old house of my dreams in a section of town I never thought I would be fortunate enough to live in.

Zoe's dad has the 3rd floor, and on the 2nd floor, the grandsons (almost 3 and almost 4) have a room at Nana's house...or any kid that happens to be under my roof for any length of time will have a proper kids room, just as adult guests will have a proper guest room. We have the largest bedroom, and Zoe has the smallest, but she has a suite. She has two rooms, a bedroom and a sunroom/study.

Downstairs we have a wood-burning fireplace in the living room, a sitting room off to the side that Zoe and I have squared off over...she wants it for video games and I want it for yoga. There is a half-bath that is also the laundry room. We bought a front-loading washer and dryer that can be stacked later when we put a badass steam-shower cabinet where the washer is now.

Since I have a formal dining room, I bought a table that will seat eight comfortably when the leaves are attached, and the matching buffet/sideboard. The table we had is in the kitchen, and at the end of the kitchen, overlooking the back yard, the deck and the awesome houses in my neighborhood, I put a pub-height solid wood Bistro set. I was delighted to discover that a Cardinal is a frequent visitor to the tree in my back yard.

Charlie told me once when we were struggling that it wouldn't always be this hard, and he guaranteed it. I thought I knew what he meant when we moved to the apartment and changed a lot of the things in my life so I could write and be a pioneer where social media and journalism intersect. We had all the things we needed and most of what we wanted.

Then my brain tried to kill me. Twice. It wiped us out. I literally had to borrow money to get to his funeral. A couple of days later, I knew what he really meant when he said he would guarantee it would be easier.

I had a great father in law who loved us all very much -- including his redheaded-bitch daughter-in-law -- and he was always there to catch us when we fell. He planned his exit carefully, and made sure that if we fall again, we have a soft place to land.

Postscript: It just hit me what I missed the most the years I lived in the Greystone...When you do laundry and when you run the dishwasher, your house smells wonderful. Forevermore, when I smell that smell, the smell of Cascade, Tide and Downy, I will know that Charlie is with us in this family compound.

Yesterday my Father-in-Law became a data point

noreply@blogger.com (Blue Girl, Red State) — Mon, 30 Nov 2015 17:20:00 +0000

He was 85 years old, and he was in failing health, so he went on his own terms.

He laid down on his bed, and shot himself in the chest with one of his hunting guns.

He had been saying that everyone he had ever enjoyed spending time with or cared about was gone, and he ought to be, too, so he went sideways one day before his wife's birthday. She passed away in 1994, and he had been alone for a long time.

He joined the Marines to get out of Cainsville, won a sharpshooter award, and promptly got sent to Korea as a 19-year-old kid.

The things that he saw there haunted him all his life and he was still waking up screaming as recently as 10-years ago.

He was the reason we all, as a family, resigned our lifetime memberships in the NRA. He had been to war. He had been to war, he didn't believe civilians had a reason to own machine guns. We were on leave and pulled up the driveway. He was in his pickup with a razor blade scraping the decal out of the back window. We joined President H.W. Bush in that act.

When the kids were little and one of them would get in trouble, he would say "You better get over here by Grandpa where it's safe."

When his grandson was a smart-mouthed adolescent, he gave me the truest bit of parenting advice I've ever gotten. It was cold, and drizzling, and we were up at his place for deer season. The kid made some smart-alec remark and I wanted to slap the braces off his teeth. I rolled my eyes and muttered that I couldn't wait until the raising-them part was over. He looked at his son who was about 20 feet away skinning a deer and said "It ain't ever done, it just gets different."

Since we had just moved into a house he had given us the down payment for, I had to agree. Twenty-plus years later, I still agree, and in fact, quote it often.

Rest in Peace, Charlie. I will miss you.

How dare they!

noreply@blogger.com (Blue Girl, Red State) — Wed, 25 Nov 2015 01:54:00 +0000

I think the most disturbing thing I have seen in several years popped up when I was searching for Kristy's obituary. I stumbled across a disturbing, disgusting white supremacist site that was racially politicizing the fact that her killer was black and the two victims he shot and killed were white women. (I'm not linking that xenophobic, race-baiting site.)

His family says he is mentally ill, a diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic.

The site that turned my stomach, that presumed to speak for our family, and turn our grief into hate -- sneered at that, but Kristy would be the last person to sneer at that notion. My husband's mother, Kristy's favorite aunt and the most amazing mother-in-law to me and grandmother to my children, was a schizophrenic. When her psychiatrist took her off the medications she had been on long term to allay the symptoms of tardive diskenesia that she was starting to exhibit, it cost her her lucidity. For the rest of her life, about six years, her relationship with reality was tenuous, fragile and arbitrary. None of the new generation of medications worked for her, and when she was finally put back on her original prescriptions, the results were never as good as they had been before. She had good days, and bad ones.

I spent hours on the phone with Kristy one weekend when she disappeared and walked to a truck stop over 30 miles from her home. Kristy was frantic the entire time Lois was missing -- and both of us were pretty worthless as part of the search party -- we both had young children and were over a hundred miles from where she went missing from. I finally convinced her that the best thing we could do was stay at home in case she showed up at one of our houses, and we kept one another talked down, so neither of us got so nervous and worried about this woman we loved and were fighting for, that we threw up. I was on the phone with her when the call waiting beeped. It was my father-in-law calling to tell me she was safe and he was on his way to pick her up. I clicked back over, told her that her Aunt Lois was safe, and she burst into tears. We cried together on the phone that night, and both of us called her psychiatrist on Monday morning and threatened to come in with all five of our kids and let them have run of the place until he talked to us unless he got her on a medication that would keep her from doing something so dangerous again...That's when he came on the phone with me, telling me that wouldn't be necessary, he was going to put her back on the original drug cocktail that had worked for 30 years, and would call the meds in to the pharmacy up home as soon as he was off the phone with me.

I think I know a bit more about our family dynamics than some white supremacist blogger who would love to see a race war. I have a pretty good idea what Kristy would want to know if she had survived her wounds. Once she learned of his diagnosis, she would have true compassion for him, and her anger, once she was strong enough to be angry, would be properly placed. It would be at the state of Mississippi for failing to implement the ACA and expand Medicaid and access to mental health care. She would also be angry that a mentally ill person was able to so readily obtain an assault weapon. And if she wasn't angry about the assault weapons ban sunsetting, she would be when I got through firing her up.

But she isn't here to fight this battle with me, so I have to fight it for her.

I want to know if he was receiving regular treatment for his disease that included blood tests that would tell the care team if he was taking his meds, or if he was the social equivalent of a lit fuse, just waiting to go off. Something tells me he wasn't receiving care and monitoring. Mississippi hasn't participated in the ACA by setting up an exchange or expanding Medicaid so people who need mental healthcare can access it at least as easy as they can get their deranged hands on a TEC-9.

She would want to know about his support network, and who was there to help keep him on his meds and going to class.

And she would be more than a little bit pissed that it was so easy for him to get his hands on a military-grade assault weapon.

She and I had the conversation many times before I left medicine. She worked with at-risk youth and I worked in an inner-city ER. I watched the effects of the assault weapons ban sunset in real time. I started wearing Birkenstock gardening clogs to work because I could put them in the autoclave if they got bloody. I made that switch when I got home and picked grey matter out of my shoelaces three nights one week. When I quit my job and only worked per diem on the bench, and got off trauma teams, she was so relieved, because she was afraid I would either get shot while treating a victim of a gang shooting, or catch a stray bullet in the parking garage (three times in a five week period, I wasn't able to leave work because the parking garage was a crime scene).

I resent the death of the most loving woman in the world being used to stoke hatred by someone who not only didn't know her, but wasn't raised by anyone who could get scouted for her league. If they had been raised by a person as loving and wonderful as Kristy, they sure as hell wouldn't be using the death of someone they don't even know to fuel racial hatred. They might be pissed that a mentally ill person got hold of an assault weapon so easily, and they might point out that Mississippi is what is known as a "donor state" where guns are concerned. But they sure as hell would not presume to lecture her son on why his mother was "really" murdered.

I already miss you, Kristy

noreply@blogger.com (Blue Girl, Red State) — Mon, 23 Nov 2015 17:20:00 +0000

Kristy Bears Mitchell June 5, 1966 - November 19, 2015

My cousin was murdered last week.

She was in Jackson, Mississippi on business for Job Corps, where she had worked for many years.

She was actually Tom's cousin, but I frequently joked that I married him so I could be related to her.

I was the only "big kid" that her dad, my husband's favorite uncle, would let her get in a car with when she was a young teenager.

When Jimmy Ray and I were inventing the concept of "friends with benefits" she was jealous because he was her crush. When I had to tell her he was dead, she was devastated. A couple of years after that, she had to call me to tell me that Tom's brother had died in his sleep the night before.

The summer between my Junior and Senior year, Jimmy Ray and I were parked at the water tower one night to do what kids in rural Missouri did when they were parked at water towers in the late seventies and early eighties...we were there to smoke dope and screw.

What we didn't know was that Kristy and her best running buddy, Richard, had climbed the water tower and were started down when we pulled in. I had shed my swimsuit cover-up and was rolling a joint, and I was already having a hard time because Jimmy Ray was pawing at me when I got the holy hell scared out of me...Kristy and Richard had proceeded down the water tower and snuck up on my car and slapped their hands against the windows on either side and started whooping and hollering. Weed went everywhere, Jimmy Ray looked like a frightened rabbit pulling up his swim trunks, and I screamed. I looked to my left, terrified, and saw Kristy, laughing her ass off, on the other side of my drivers side window.

I'm the only person left who was there that night; and all of the others died far too young and their deaths were senseless. Jimmy Ray died of an overdose in January of 2009. Richard died later that year -- just hours befor Kristy could get to the hospital -- of the same complex lung and bone cancer that has claimed or is claiming the lives of everyone who cooked meth around our home town in the 90s and early 2000s.

Kristy was murdered with an assault weapon, a military-grade rapid-fire gun.

Her son was deployed to war zones twice, and had his best friend die in his arms on his first deployment, but his mother was gunned down with a weapon of war in a steakhouse parking lot, in daylight, in an American state capitol.

Let that sink in.

Our son was born about a year before hers was, and she simply reversed the order of the names we had chosen, then when her first grandson was born, she switched them back, so our son has a ten-year-old namesake. When he was putting that Rockhurst University Philosophy and Theology education to work as an IBEW electrician, he found himself working in Excelsior Springs, where she lived, about 30 miles north of Kansas City. He stayed to work an hour of overtime, and discovered when he got in his truck to leave that his gas light was on, and his wallet was on my kitchen table. He had taken it out of his pocket when he brought the dog upstairs to leave me money to go buy dog food for our shared hound, and left the whole thing. He called me, wondering if I could call a gas station with my credit card number. I said "I have a better and simpler idea." I called Kristy, and she was there within 20 minutes, pulling her Ford truck up beside his, with a $20 bill that she didn't want him to repay, just give her a hug and tell his folks she loved us all.

And that is what I choose to remember, even though I can't forget how she died.

What I have gathered so far is that the weapon was a TEC-9 assault weapon, and she was shot on the left side of her abdomen. I have seen a lot of left-side-abdomen wounds that the victim recovered from if they were inflicted with a plain old 9 mm handgun, but in 22 years of medicine, I only saw two people who were shot with assault weapons anywhere in the thoracic cavity who survived.

This was already going to be a sucky holiday because my cousin Jeannette, who had me with her when her first child was born, and had me deliver her second child at home a little over 26 years ago, died suddenly last February. We named the baby girl together, after our great-grandfather Riley, who only I was old enough to remember...yesterday was her birthday.

I'm having a rough week. Bear with me.

Why is there no #WomensLivesMatter hashtag?

noreply@blogger.com (Blue Girl, Red State) — Sat, 21 Nov 2015 19:33:00 +0000

Don't tell me I'm being hysterical when I say there is a war on women, and women are losing.

If that weren't the truth, do you really think medical professionals would let a woman die before they would terminate a pregnancy when the fetus was doomed no matter what? Yet it happens. Not every day, but far too often.

When you show up at an emergency room in need of urgent medical care, you have a reasonable expectation that you’ll be given the treatment you need — that the staff will do everything they can to save your life and protect your health. In fact, ERs are required by law not to turn anyone away for any reason.

Unless you’re a Catholic-affiliated health system. At least, that’s what one Catholic hospital system would like you to think, even though they’re dead wrong.

In October, the ACLU and the ACLU of Michigan filed a federal lawsuit on behalf of their members against Trinity Health Corporation, one of the largest Catholic health systems in the country, for its repeated and systematic failure to provide women experiencing pregnancy complications with appropriate emergency abortions as required by federal law.

In response to the lawsuit, the hospital submitted a brief arguing that state and federal law allow Trinity to “refuse to allow abortions to be performed on hospital premises,” in the context of emergency miscarriage treatment when the woman’s life or health is at risk.

Let that sink in: Even when a woman’s life or health is at risk, this Catholic health system doesn’t feel a responsibility — legal, ethical or otherwise — to help her. And they’re perfectly comfortable saying it in a public legal document.

They know that if the woman dies, the baby dies, right? That's kinda axiomatic. This is where the wall between church and state should be the tallest and the strongest. Of the three things that Americans are entitle to, per our founding documents, (Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness), they put Life first.

She is a human being and she may have other children who will be left motherless. This is the 21st century...not the third, and Jesus never said anything about Abortion anyway, thats dogma, not scripture. You do know the difference, right? They either have to treat the woman in front of them, or take every crucifix out of every Catholic hospital, because the last thing they get to call themselves is "Christians." What would Jesus do? Do you REALLY think the guy who supposedly spoke all those red words would let a woman die if the baby couldn't be saved?

This is one of the issues the church and I differ on. I believe in contraception, planned pregnancies and appropriate medical care if something goes wrong. Something only my next door neighbor, Lucy, and my immediate family knows is that I was pregnant in 1993, and when I realized I was having a miscarriage, even though I'm a Catholic, and my children were in class at the neighborhood Catholic school, I drove past a Catholic hospital where I had once worked on my way to Wesley Medical Center, because I knew that even though former coworkers would be treating me at St Joseph's, I would not be the priority. I also knew the fetus was doomed, so I made a medical professional's decision, and went to the hospital that would treat ME. But not every woman is a medical professional that can make a rational decision at such a time...and she shouldn't have to be.

Blogging and the Newswrap will resume tomorrow

noreply@blogger.com (Blue Girl, Red State) — Wed, 11 Nov 2015 04:29:00 +0000

It is my goal to get at least one post and a Newswrap up every weekday, and if something breaks on the weekend, I will try to get up my take.

Since I was last blogging regularly, I have gone back to work -- not in medicine, but as an elementary teacher. I'm strong and steady enough to be the second teacher in a combined 2-3 grades classroom with 24 kids roughly half-time. I am teaching religion class in the same Catholic school my granddaughter attends. They are getting the liberation theology bent, don't fret. It's a school that is about 65% Hispanic. You better believe they know who Archbishop Romero was!

Anyway, some days I'm just wiped out when I get home, and those nights the Newswrap might be short, but I promise, regular blogging will resume tomorrow.

First came the kiddie-table debate...

noreply@blogger.com (Blue Girl, Red State) — Wed, 11 Nov 2015 02:04:00 +0000

* Oh, Little Ricky...You're funny, but you ain't Lucy & Desi funny. --BG

* Wow. So Huckabee doesn't believe in facts, reality, or Christian Charity. Good to know. --BG

* Oh, Chris. You poor victim, you.

Do you think your threats to the Chinese mean anything, and will he be ab oard Air Force One when it flies over those islands? --BG

* Umm...Chris...you can't opt out of the Federal Exchange, you refused to set up a state exchange, forcing New Jersey residents onto the FEDERAL exchange. You just lied. --BG

* Told you he was funny...Little Ricky wants a 20% flat tax.

Chris, you dimbulb you, state and local taxes keep going up because of federal tax cuts for the rich (i.e. The Bush Tax Cuts). --BG

* Governor Huckabee wants a "fair tax" and Jindal wants everyone to have skin in the game. Poor people have a lot more skin in the game than rich people do, percentagewise.

Huckabee is just making my head hurt. --BG

* You know what I would like to see? A Democratic commercial that shows a family gathered around a new baby, just home from the hospital, and the doorbell rings...there stands an IRS man with a bill for over thirty grand, and he would congratulate the parents then put the bill in the basinet with the baby and say "Here is the bill for your birth tax." Because that middle-class kid (if the parents are lucky enough to remain middle class) will be paying off the Bush Tax Cuts all his or her working life. --BG

* Bored. Now.

None of these chumps are going to get the nomination. I will return after these guys are done and the really scary guys come out. --BG

* How can Huckabee oppose healthcare for all, and use a root canal as the ruination of a family economically?

I told you he made my head hurt. --BG

* Now Little Ricky is talking about the VA and saying we don't need it as it exists today, and he is asserting that the 37th best healthcare system as "the best in the world."

Is he clueless, or is he lying? --BG

* Do you know what a college graduate calls "American Exceptionalism"? "Jingoistic ethnocentrism." --BG

* What enemy has Little Ricky Sweatervest ever confronted?

* I like the fact that when my doctor writes a prescription, I get the medication that my doctor ordered from the pharmacist.

I like that everyone agrees that red lights mean "stop."

I like that when I put gas in my car, it is the formula that it says it is on the pump.

I like that I live in a state that regulates electricity so we can afford cooling in the summer.

I like turning the tap and getting potable water.

I like having air that is breathable and rivers that don't catch fire.

I like roads that don't swallow my car in potholes and bridges that don't collapse.

Yeah, government sucks. We should get it out of our lives.

* Sir Charles of Krauthammer is praising Fox Business for the softballs that were lobbed "this was a real debate, without ad hominem."

Excuse me? Have substantive questions been redefined as "ad hominem attacks" now?

* I lost count of the things that were just wrong, but I have seven hashmarks by "outright lies." I was too busy live-blogging this mess to write them down.

Liveblogging the debates

noreply@blogger.com (Blue Girl, Red State) — Wed, 11 Nov 2015 01:46:00 +0000

...Just not here. I'm doing that as part of my job with Washington Monthly at the Washington Monthly Facebook page.

https://www.facebook.com/WashingtonMonthly/

The Nightowl Newswrap

noreply@blogger.com (Blue Girl, Red State) — Thu, 05 Nov 2015 05:30:00 +0000

By BGinKC

How free your speech is depends on the amount of melanin in your skin -- The more you have, the less you are likely to get your First Amendment rights.

You can call me a mean-spirited asshole if you want -- but I'm glad Barbara and George 41 are alive to see Jeb! flame out in a spectacular, humiliating way,

You can't make this stuff up -- Conservatives are up in arms about what they perceive as "the creeping gay agenda" at...wait for it...Chik-Fil-A.

Ben Carson is one serious whack-a-doodle -- He asserted -- totally without evidence -- that the pyramids were built to store grain rather than as tombs. Seriously.

I wouldn't be bragging about it; I would be arranging for a crash course -- Ben Carson admitted today that he doesn't know much about US-Cuba policy.

A slap-in-the-face to "Big Cannabis" -- Ohio put a flawed, giveaway-to-big-ag marijuana legalization on the ballot today and the good people of Ohio saw through it and turned it down.

Enough already. The Feds need to take over all of St. Louis County -- "Driving While Black" is so last-century. The city of Pagedale, near Ferguson in St. Louis County has implemented a new scam...Owning a home while black.

A stabbing attack at the University of California - Merced -- Five people were stabbed and the suspect was shot dead on Wednesday morning. All of the victims survived, but the identity of the attacker, any motive he may have had, and past or present connection to the school has been released.

He has our backs -- Missouri Attorney General Chris Koster has announced a settlement with two drug companies on Thursday after his office audited the state Medicaid program and found a pattern of overcharging the state for their products.

They made their bed -- Since the people of Kentucky were stupid enough to elect Matt Bevin as Governor, they deserve the illness and death that will come their way as he does away with KYNect, the highly successful "Obamacare" plan that the state implemented under Governor Beshear. They're just about to find out that they are "those people" to the rich fucks who gulled them.

A little good news -- The conservative Colorado Board of Education members who held seats on the state's second-largest schoolboard who wanted a white-supremacist, alternative history taught to the students were booted off the school board yesterday. If they want to screw up kids, they can have their own and homeschool them. Everyone else's kids are off limits.

Well, it is where they belong -- A bill introduced by Jeff Merkley of Oregon would ban oil and gas exploration and drilling on public lands. It's a start....maybe the pendulum is swinging back the other way.

The Nightowl Newswrap

noreply@blogger.com (Blue Girl, Red State) — Wed, 04 Nov 2015 05:30:00 +0000

Not even a week on the job and he's already making excuses for not doing it -- Lyin' Paul Ryan is already refusing to take up immigration reform because President Obama is "untrustworthy." That'll bring the Hispanics out to vote for the GOP, won't it?

You might be a badass -- but you will never be 91-year-old Jimmy Carter, battling cancer and building a house for the unfortunate badass.

Post-racial society my lily-white ass -- Supreme Court justices use unique rhetorical devices all the time, but no one has ever delivered a scathing condemnation like the one Sonia Sotomayor delivered about racism in the legal system of this country. She used her own relatives that are incarcerated to make her point.

Oh Thank God! -- I am so relieved that Jon Stewart has inked a deal with HBO. I don't think I could survive a presidential election without him.

Still smiling. And proud of the people in my city -- The Royals victory parade was today, and 800,000 people crowded into about 7 blocks of Downtown and the Crossroads. There were only three arrests and they weren't for anything related to the festivities.

Ummmm...isn't he the anti-experience, anti-establishment, rogue candidate? -- Suddenly experience is important to that deranged moron with the dead ferret on his head, Donald Trump.

Oh Yay! The left has it's own version of 'Unskewed Polls'! -- I understand the science of polling. This bullshit meets none of the criteria for credibility. On-line polls are crap because the same people can vote over-and-over, and it was conducted over months instead of days....so take it with a huge, boulder-sized grain of salt, people.

The irony is rich...these are the same asswipes who clutch their pearls and shriek about Sharia law, but they're all about hiding behind "biblical arbitration." Personally, I won't sign any contract that binds me to arbitration vs having my day in court if they fail to live up to their end of it.

Poor Jeb(!) -- he can't fix his campaign or his party. Turns out fixing elections is a LOT easier.

Huckabee, Cruz and Jindal are all appearing at a rally in Iowa that is being organized by a group of bigots who want all gays put to death -- And I have a word of warning for those jerks...Anyone who wants to put my daughter to death because of who she loves will have to go through me, and I guaranfuckingtee the bodycount on the other side will be be higher.
Q.) What do you call one dead rancher -- who thinks he's entitled to run a private feifdom on federal land around his hobby farm? A.) A good start.

And now, a little Midnight music, this one for my boys in blue --

Grow the Hell Up

noreply@blogger.com (Blue Girl, Red State) — Tue, 03 Nov 2015 19:32:00 +0000

I've been seeing a lot of people on Facebook indignantly posting -- and heard them saying -- that if Bernie doesn't get the nomination, they will just sit out the election.

What a bunch of morons.

Never mind that there are a hell of a lot more races on the ballot, and every one of them will have the potential to impact their lives in far more dramatic ways than a President can. I've said it before, and I will say it again...the farther down the ballot someone's name appears, the more direct the impact that person is capable of having on your life. A sheriff with a grudge has the means and the power to fuck up your world in ways a President can't.

I especially find this kind of sentiment troubling in Missouri, where we will be selecting a new Governor, Secretary of State and Attorney General. Currently, Democrats hold those positions and have been able to keep the wingnuts in the legislature -- where republicans have supermajorities -- from ruining our lives thoroughly.

The fact of the matter is, we live in a political duopoly, and if you withhold your vote from one party you are, in essence, affirmatively casting your vote for the other party. Not only that, but in any democracy, withholding your vote entirely allows everyone to write you and your interests off. You think when you write your state or federal representatives they don't check to see whether you vote or not? Trust me. They do. If you don't cast a vote that counts, you don't count. (Nor should you.)

Here is the bottom line: your tender sensibilities aside, a President will still be elected, even if the turnout is only 1% since there is no minimum required ballot count to win any national elective office... all you need is half-plus-one of the actual vote (or, in the case of the president, half-plus-one of the electoral college.)

Throwing a tantrum like a two-year-old and withholding your vote simply means you are hurting yourself. Which wouldn't bother me if you only brought hell down on your own head, but me and mine are standing next to you.

It was true when Ben Franklin said it, and it's true now: "Politics is the art of the possible." Nobody gets everything they want, and I can read polls, including the cross-tabs and the internals -- and this was not a poll. Polls have a much smaller sample size, are conducted over a shorter window of time, and people are only contacted one time. This was an online survey and people could vote more than once, from each device they have access to, over a three month period. I know people vote for things they believe in every day for as long as they can. (I myself voted 35 times for the Royals in the All-Star game to unlock the badge and put it on my Facebook page.) Bernie isn't going to get the nomination, and that's the tale of the real polls. But he is providing a vital service by dragging the Overton Window back to the left, thereby forcing Hillary to move left, and that's all beyond good -- it's wonderful.

But ultimately, Bernie is like another Jewish fellow I know, love and respect, and I'm quite fond of both of them. It's their ardent fans who scare me spitless.

The Nightowl Newswrap

noreply@blogger.com (Blue Girl, Red State) — Tue, 03 Nov 2015 05:30:00 +0000

After ten and a half years of blogging, I'm back where I started...On Blogger and at a site titled "Blue Girl, Red State" -- although my children say I should change the name to "Mom's Fired Up Again!" Maybe I'll replace the Mark Twain quote in the header with that...

Nonetheless, my email inbox tells me that the Newswrap has been missed, and far be it from me to deny the public what they want, so here goes...

No fights, no arrests and no car-be-cues -- Kansas city has more than a championship baseball team. We have champion-caliber citizens all around. Last night we took the crown, and there was no civil unrest at all. When I brag about Kansas City, I'm not blowing smoke, I'm stating facts...this is the most awesome place I've ever lived.

Bill Gates on Climate Change: Capitalism Can't Save Us -- The world's richest man is telling an uncomfortable truth: The private sector is too selfish to do what is right for the good of all and for the good of our home, Planet Earth. He is pledging two billion dollars towards making the US fossil-fuel free by 2050 and challenging other billionaires to put up, too.

Pope Francis brooks no foolishness -- In a signal that the ongoing scandal swirling around the Vatican Bank is not coming to an end any time soon, two officials, a Monsignor and a female civilian employee, were arrested for leaking information to the media about the scandal. The female employee cooperated and was released from custody; the Monsignor is cooling his heels in a Vatican jail cell.

This isn't his father's ~~Oldsmobile~~ Presidential Campaign -- Jeb! just seems lost...so much so that I would feel sorry for him if his last name wasn't "Bush," but since it is, he can suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune and hopefully get humiliated along the way. The last time he ran a race for anything, the blogoshere was AOL chatrooms. Now, there's someone like me at every campaign stop, just itching to be the one that catches him with his metaphorical pants down.

I'm confused...do those 'good Christian works' involve shunning a sex abuse victim and supporting the rapist? -- First of all...a 'good man' does not sexually molest a child once, let alone repeatedly for a decade. That's axiomatic. And the people of the town ought to be ashamed. He has admitted his crime, but they still insist the victim is wrong for seeking justice for ten years of violent crimes against her. She must have been one of those "seductive children" that is responsible for their own molestation.

Excuse me? How does one even come to such a wrong-headed, stupid, non-sequitur of a position, anyway? -- The inept, unqualified-except-for-the-snarl Andrea Tarantos has decided what she will villainize next: Science spending. If not for that evil science getting a few bucks of funding here and there, we could all have paid family leave! I don't even know where to start with a position so utterly and completely stupid, so I won't even try.

And ponies! They forgot to ask for ponies! -- The GOP candidates were quite rattled after the last debate, when CNBC's moderating panel of trickle-down sycophants asked actual questions and pointed out their math lies, so now they have a whole new list of demands for future debates because if there is one thing a republican hates, it's answering questions, because so few of them are smart enough to have answers.

More bad news for Volkswagon -- As if cheating on emissions tests wasn't enough bad news, now we learn they ~~covered up~~ failed to report to US regulators data on deaths and injuries from MVAs involving their cars.

Apparently Lawrence Lessig was running for President -- but he has dropped out of the race that very few people even knew he was in.

Read the 14th Amendment, morons -- Anyone born in the U.S. is automatically a citizen, and some wingnut state or county officials refusing to issue birth certificates won't change that fact of Constitutional Law.

Don't be too surprised...it's what the American Taliban wants to do here with Planned Parenthood -- ISIS has succeeded in shutting down all the women's health clinics that were run by male gynecologists in their Syrian strongholds. I don't know about you, but I'm prepared to make a scene at Thanksgiving dinner. When my crazy uncle starts in, he's going to get a face full of claws.

Jeb! can fix it? -- Are we talking about his prowess and acumen at fixing the country, or the 2000 election? Of the former, I have my doubts, of the latter, I do not.

And now a little midnight music -- one of my favorite Indigo Girls tunes:

Sometimes a headache is more than just a headache

noreply@blogger.com (Blue Girl, Red State) — Tue, 03 Nov 2015 02:42:00 +0000

On the night of October 3, 2012, I had the worst headache of my life, and I blames President Obama...that was the night of the first Obama/Romney debate, and he did a terrible job. I blamed him because I had a genuine fear of Mitt Romney as President. It was a fear that had gripped me since he was Governor of Massachusetts.

The headache was so bad I took 20 mg. of Flexeril to get to sleep, and when I woke up, I still had it.

My husband was getting ready for school -- he was teaching high school literally across the street from the apartment where we lived then -- and he asked me if I had drank enough coffee the day before. We decided maybe it was a caffeine-withdrawal headache and he made me a quad-shot espresso before he left. I was supposed to have a mammogram that afternoon and I told him if I still had the headache, I was going to go up to the Women's Medicine clinic and have a friend of mine give me a Toradol shot.

He went on to school, I drank my coffee and the headache didn't go away. I had two classes that morning (Environmental Ethics and Constitutional Law) that I was attending by Skype, so I went into the bathroom to shower and get ready for my day.

I remember hanging my robe on the hook.

I remember feeling odd and laying the tablet on the sink.

I remember closing the toilet lid and sitting down.

I remember feeling like I was being "lit up" and thinking "What is happening to me?"

The next thing I knew I was waking up on the bathroom floor, my teeth broken, lacerations inside my mouth, a couple of scalp wounds and a laceration on my chin.

I am, first and foremost, a trained trauma services coordinator, and that training kicked in. I assessed myself. All of my digits moved, and all of my limbs moved as well, although I noticed that my contra-lateral (to the headache) leg felt weak. I grasped the side of the tub and pulled myself up and looked in the mirror.

That is when I saw the broken teeth and broken skin on my lips and chin and in my hair.

I burst into tears.

Then I tried talking...and what came out sounded like English, so I called 9-1-1 and told them I thought I might have had a stroke. The dispatcher asked me if they could get in and I said yes, my downstairs neighbors would let them in, and she told me to lie down and wait for the ambulance to arrive.

I remember putting my robe back on and checking the door to the apartment to make sure it wasn't locked, then I laid down.

The first two paramedics arrived within minutes and started the initial exam and assessment, then two more arrived on the scene. I went first to the community hospital where we have 100% coverage and never pay more than four bucks for a prescription. There they immediately put me in a CAT scan machine, saw the bleed, and made the call to transfer me to St. Luke's because Neuro was closed at Truman, but before I was transfered, my chin was stitched up by a pediatric plastic surgeon who just happened to be in the ER at Truman that day instead of across the street at Children's Mercy.

I remember arriving at St. Luke's, but they sedated me pretty thoroughly.

I was in the hospital from the 4th to the 26th of October. The bleed turned out to be from a vertebral aneurysm, which is really sort-of a big deal, and I had a stroke when they were repairing it.

I had to learn to walk and swallow all over again, but I did it.

I finished the classes I was taking and withdrew from law school and got a dual degree in Counseling Psychology/Human Services and Special Education, and now I'm a teacher instead of a lawyer...so silver linings.

RIP "They Gave Us a Republic"

noreply@blogger.com (Blue Girl, Red State) — Mon, 02 Nov 2015 14:45:00 +0000

So after seven years, roughly $3000 and the death of the person who was my webmaster, Warecorp let their SoapBlox platform sunset, and I have learned my lesson...no more hosted platforms. I like free and always did, even before I lost seven years of content.

I will start with the Great Neuro Adventure of 2012 later today and catch you up from there.

Don't Ask the Question if You Don't Want the Answer

noreply@blogger.com (Blue Girl, Red State) — Sat, 06 Sep 2014 18:03:00 +0000

I have a new policy...I am not letting preconceived notions go unchallenged or bullies barge into my space any more. If you are out there offering offense, I'm going to take it and respond in an appropriate manner.

On Thursday I had an interaction with the latter at Target at the Pharmacy – the woman in front of me was wearing an NRA t-shirt that said in huge block letters on the back “KEEP CALM AND CARRY GUNS.” I waited until she was finished and turned to leave and I smiled brightly at her and said “What are the odds? An NRA activist and one of the original 'Mad Moms' – that's not an insult, by the way, it's pretty much the job description – being in line together?”

She snarled at me, which I expected, so I turned to the pharmacist and said “I don't know about you but I sure will sleep better tonight knowing she's armed.”

She literally got to stomp off, red face rising, humiliated, to the laughter of four or five people that were all laughing at her. Fuck these people. They've invited ridicule and mockery, and it's time to give it to them. I'm betting the gun-fondler's don't have the balls to shoot me, so I'm going to mock them. Openly.

On Friday night, something similar happened on Facebook with the former. A friend in the real world and on Facebook shared a post about the lesbian couple who was married in New York and fired from their jobs teaching at a Catholic school in the Archdiocese of St. Louis after the school came into possession of their mortgage application. He is gay, in a long term relationship, and righteously pissed at the homophobia and discrimination of Catholic schools toward perfectly qualified and capable teachers who have been dismissed from teaching positions for being gay. I agree with him there...I want the church to change and the sexual orientation of a teacher has no bearing on their abilities in the classroom. I am too. I have a daughter who is a lesbian and a teacher, she couldn't wait to get out of Catholic school when she was a kid, and now she teaches Montessori.

But then he asked a question that I felt compelled to answer...He asked his Catholic friends how they could continue to be Catholic.

I spent over an hour being civil – I didn't flame or attack, even though I got attacked, because I didn't have to, I was right. So I was methodical, Jesuitical even, and I laid it out.

First of all, I don't think the school had the right to fire them, that the evidence of wrongdoing it used to dismiss them was “fruit of the poisonous tree” because I think they have a Fourth Amendment civil rights violation claim; I believe they should get their jobs back and there should be some sanction against the Gladys fucking Kravitz who maliciously leaked the document to the school, that they have a Fourth Amendment right to expect privacy in their papers. I argued that tax returns and credit scoring agencies provide information about where one works and how much one makes; that there is no reason to contact the employer and if privacy laws don't currently exist to protect such couples, they need to be crafted, either by the state legislatures or the courts.

But just as the couple has Fourth Amendment rights, the private schools that are operated by the Catholic church have rights under the First Amendment, and this is where the two bump up against one another. In the interest of protecting everyone's rights, tougher privacy laws need to be enacted while the courts sort out the validity of the competing claims. I don't want anyone's right's trampled, not individuals, not the Catholic church's, no one's. I also had the bad manners to point out that no one is forced, past age eighteen anyway, to be a Catholic, nor is anyone assigned a job teaching at a Catholic school. It is a job one seeks, and enters into at will. It is us liberals who are always going on at such length about the wall of separation between church and state. Do we mean it, or not? Is it a cherished value, or just an empty slogan? I know what it is for me, but I fear that there are those who, like the gentleman last night, who denied “attacking anyone” but how else to interpret “your beloved church” – no derision tag needed – simply because I want the Constitution applied evenly and fairly, to both individuals and institutions.

That still wasn't good enough for one of the folks in the comments thread. He asserted (wrongly) that individual parishes aren't removed from the larger church, and demanded to know how I could continue to be a Catholic when the organization is homophobic. I answered his question a couple of times, but he refused to apply any critical thinking skills to the answers I was so thoughtfully typing out...again, without using any curse words!

I pointed out that yes, we were pretty independent from Rome, and that “the Church” as he put it had made more tolerant statements than I ever thought I would hear, and that the Pope had more influence over Catholics in KC than the Archbishop of St. Louis does, in fact, on more than one occasion I've heard the Priest on Sunday say something at the Archbishop's expense from the altar. There is no love lost between KC and St. Louis.

He countered that parishes were not independent of the larger institution (we had already established that he is not a Catholic) so I explained that he was wrong about this, but let's assume for a moment that he was right – the larger institution has expressed tolerance – Who am I to Judge? – That's tolerance. That's the tolerance of Christ's emissary. It's the Archbishop of St. Louis who is the heretic.

The church is a holdover from medieval times, and each Bishopric is, essentially, a fully-functioning Feifdom, and what happened in St. Louis should have no bearing on what is happening in my parish. That is why Redemptorist Priests in Kansas City say derisive things about the Archbishop of Saint Louis as part of their homily. Not only is each Bishopric a Feifdom unto itself, each Holy Order has a church home. The Redemptorists in Kansas City have called Our Lady of Perpetual Help home since the place was nothin' but stockyards and whorehouses, actually acting on those Corporal Works of Mercy, and I could not, in good conscience, say nothing while they were unfairly maligned.

I said I had answered his question a couple of times, but I would give it another shot, and be explicit. I explained that I'm a “Liberation Theology” social justice Catholic, that I am a member of the organization that was the ONLY resistance to right-wing fascists in Central America in the 70s and 80s. I am a member of the organization that has taught 90% of the people who are literate on the face of the Earth how to read. I am a member of the organization that delivers more healthcare to more poor people without asking for payment than any other.

I explained that I am a member of a parish that is liberal and welcoming of gay people and operates a social service agency, that I see the good every day because it is lined up waiting for the doors to open. I support the food bank. I support the clothing bank. I support the adult literacy classes. I support the English classes for adults. I support the assistance people can get with rent and utilities. I support the help with medical and dental care that people are able to get through the social service agency that the parish where I attend weekly mass operates.

I also pointed out that by myself, I am a lone ant and not very effective, but with a whole bunch of other ants, we can pick an elephant carcass clean in mere minutes, so I had decided, with the advent of this Pope, to return to church and throw my lot back in with a whole bunch of other Social Justice Catholics.

I got a two-letter response back: “ok.”

I went back this morning to offer that I took Honors Civics I & II and American Government from Jesuit lawyers, but the post was gone.