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Wednesday, November 30, 2016
I used to semi-enjoy reading conservative blogs, for pretty much the same reason I was almost an anthropology major, and probably for the same reason I read and write science fiction. I like walking in other people's shoes. I like to be able, just for a bit and even if it's only slightly, to understand the worlds of people who are not me.
This election, though, has ruined that pleasure for me. Homo sum, said Terence, and therefore, humani nihil a me alienum puto. This is what I believe as well.
But sadly, conservative blogs are now gulping down the Trump Kool-Aid in two-liter sized go-cups. As much as I would like to continue to read and try to understand them, right now at least, there's nothing to understand. They're all repeating the same lies and fake news stories, while howling with hysterical hatred about those evil liberals (baby-killers, flag-burners, ballot-stuffers, and traitors).
Having read one (actually, I've read about fifty) of these post-truth screeds, I find I don't need to read another.
More than one Trump supporter has told me they voted for Trump because America was "so divided (with the implication that Obama/progressives caused this terrible division) and that "we" had to bring the country together again.
Somehow I don't think the foaming wrath of the alt.right is our path to that.
Saturday, November 26, 2016
The kid and I have been making banana bread about twice a week for the past months. "Have you put this recipe up on Cooking with delagar?" she asked.
"Well, no," I said.
Why not indeed.
Excellent Banana Bread
Thursday, November 24, 2016
All over the internet, people are posting "Why I'm Thankful" posts, though some are also posting, "Holy Hell 2016!" posts.
I'm leaning more toward the latter, frankly, what with our country being occupied by alt.right Nazis and White Supremacist plutocrats, but I fight to maintain a certain zen. Or at least to hang onto non-panic by my fingernails.
Monday, November 21, 2016
To Shape the Dark, a wonderful new anthology edited by Athena Andreadis, is live today, over at Strange Horizons.
Sunday, November 20, 2016
So we've elected a whiny baby to be our next President.
When he's not appointed racists and bigots and sexists to important post in our government, or using his new position to make himself richer, he's firing off tweets demanding that American citizens stop saying mean things about him.
Sunday, November 13, 2016
We all know the five stages of grief -- denial & isolation; anger; bargaining; depression; acceptance.
I seem to have gone straight from anger into depression.
I'm not sleeping and I'm not able to get much work done. Why should I, when our country has decided, out of pique and spite and hate, to elect this vile joke into our highest office -- when, now that he is in the highest office, not just America, but probably the world, is doomed?
Trump plans to pull out of the Paris Agreement.
That right there is all you need to know. Never mind what he'll do to education, to a woman's right to control her own body, to LGBT rights, to the immigrants in our country. Never mind the effect he's already having, with the spike in hate crimes / assaults.
All of those we might survive and mend, once (if) America comes to its senses. But climate change? Yeah, it's already almost too late to do anything about that. Trump's destruction of our progress on that, along with what he'll do to the EPA, that's going to be something we can't change.
Thursday, November 10, 2016
...though right now I am struggling to see how.
My one hope is that Donald Trump is, in fact, a joke -- he knows nothing about how the US Government works, he has no ability to negotiate or to work with other people, and he has the attention span of a gnat. How much will a man this inept be able to accomplish?
That's my hope, anyway. As I'm telling all the smug, triumphant, Trump-supporters I know, yeah, let's check back in a year or two. See how we think then.
Saturday, November 05, 2016
Thursday, November 03, 2016
The surgery went well, and they gave me nice drugs to get me through that and the immediate aftermath.
I haven't had any reflux since the surgery (knock wood); but on the other hand, I feel like I have a belly full of sharp bits of tin.