Never thought I’d see the day that I’d rather work on creating a Connect page for class than watching TV
Why the fuck does he have that shit on? Shut up, Obama, you lost, go away, don’t let the door hit you on the way out.
Your constant need for extensions on homework, quizzes, and exams has become a thorn in my side, and will cause me to make major changes in my syllabus next semester. There will be no more extensions, for any reason.
Okay, I really won’t be that harsh. But there will be a definite “you get a week” rule. No exceptions
I will get your grades entered in the gradebook when I get around to it. Get off my back about it.
I woke up on November 9th certain that somehow, some way, Hillary would have found a way to still be declared the winner of the election.
I was astonished when it didn’t happen
20 days till the Electoral college votes
I’m terrified that somehow, some way, she’s going to find a way to get the win, that somehow in those 20 days things are going to go horribly wrong and we’re going to be stuck with this woman.
She conceded. It should be over. Why is it not over?
are we suddenly a third world country that won’t accept the results of an election but takes months of dithering to finally give it up and accept the winner?
Are we all not tired of the bullshit?
I haven’t been comfortable blogging for a while
Every now and again, a rant escapes me
Then I agonize over whether to leave it up or take it down and in most cases, I take it down. I’m tired of being afraid to say what I think – so why bother to keep this open?
Comey had nothing to do with my decision not to vote for you.
There are a lot of reasons I didn’t vote for you – and the FBI investigation is merely one of them. It’s way down the list of reasons, but yes, it’s there.
And now I’m really glad I didn’t vote for you because, once again, it’s not your fault. Blaming Comey for your loss is like blaming the beer for getting you drunk. Again, you refuse to take responsibility.
Four good men died in Benghazi – it wasn’t your fault.
You called half the country deplorable – whose fault was that?
You called everyone who supported Mr. Trump “stupid, uneducated.”
You fed into fear – fears that have no basis in reality.
And you’ve refused to do anything to stop the rioting that’s going on in your name now.
I didn’t vote for you because I refuse to be told I have to vote for someone based only on their sex. Telling me I should vote for you because you’re a woman is as sexist as saying I shouldn’t vote for you because you’re a woman.
I didn’t vote for you because you said one thing in public and another in private. I hate liars. I hate people who play games. Enough said
I didn’t vote for you because your ads were the nastiest, and most annoying, I’ve seen in years. And I’ve seen a few elections come and go
I didn’t vote for you because you claim to be all about the right of women to choose – and you chose to stay with a man who treated you like shit, in public.
I didn’t vote for you – and this is one of the biggest reasons – because I was bullied and picked on and teased all through school, through grade school, and high school, and college, and in some of my earliest jobs. I was called a lot of names. I worked hard to get advanced degrees and I have a job I love. And along you come, calling me deplorable, and calling me racist, and bringing back a lot of bad memories. Your supporters – they remind me of those kids on the playground who wouldn’t play with me. I thought I was past all that. And here I am, in my 60’s, again being called names.
You should be ashamed.
I just don’t like you. You remind me of my sisters, the ones who are so nice on the surface and so nasty underneath that facade.
I much prefer “what you see is what you get” to “I’ll tell you what you want to hear.”
And this sore loser thing? It’s not really making anyone like you more. Get out there and tell the spoiled brats to go home, to deal with reality, to stop whining. Then maybe I’ll be able to forgive you, just a little, for calling me names
So
I’ve been thinking about posting about politics for several weeks
I didn’t
Because I’ve grown more conservative as I get older
I’m still afraid to say what I really think
I’m worn out by this election. Last night I was subjected to attack ad after attack ad, vicious, nasty ads. It made me hate the candidate that approved those messages. It made me vow, again, never to vote for that candidate. Disgusting, deplorable, nasty. Hurtful words thrown around.
So, Hillary, knock it off, please, my mute button is about worn out.
I’m the Princess and I approve this message – and I disapprove of your ads.
When did I get old?
I have old hands
Old knuckles
My heart and soul are still singing
My body creaks and moans
I fly in my dreams
I limp in my walks
growing old is not for sissies
