Flippy - I Rant, You Read

Sunday, November 14, 2010

early evening

Cindy McCain, What (Who?) Are You Afraid Of?

Cindy McCain has been working with the NOH8 Campaign for at least a couple of years, I believe, but more importantly, a few days ago she made a video for the campaign that directly contradicted her husband’s current flip-floppy opinion (he was against, then for it, then against it) on the repeal of DADT.  Cindy McCain is the one with the money in the family, she doesn’t need that bullying bastard to live a full and happy life.  Anyway, Cindy’s quote from the video is: “Our political and religious leaders tell LGBT youth that they have no future,”, and then after some comments from other celebrities, she finishes with, “Our government treats the LGBT community like second class citizens—why shouldn’t they?”  This makes it pretty darned obvious that she’s against Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, huh?  However, the very next day, Cindy tweeted, “I fully support the NOH8 campaign and all it stands for and am proud to be a part of it. But I stand by my husband’s stance on DADT.”

It’s clear that Cindy can’t believe both things, since they contradict each other.  So, one would have to believe, in my opinion, that she went to all the trouble of filming the video because that is truly what she believes.  Why would she backtrack?  I mean, it makes her sound like an abused wife, who can only share her husband’s opinion.  What does he have on her?  Rumors are that they lead very separate lives, so why dioes she give a damn what he says?  It’s just creepy that John McCain was appearing on Sunday morning talk shows telling people what Cindy believes.  Why would she allow that?  In my position right now, it’s really hard to feel sorry for a multi-millionaire heiress, but I do kind of feel sorry for Cindy McCain.  She did was she felt was right, but has her opinion stomped on by the stupidity of her husband’s current opinion.  She knows that he only has a problem with gays in the military because of his political office, because he used to be in favor of lifting DADT.  So, she’s the honest one, yet she has to backtrack?  It’s really a sad reflection on their marriage and on John McCain as a husband.

Monday, May 17, 2010

late afternoon

The Move Is On

Well, it looks like Freddie Mac doesn’t want to sell our house back to us at fair market value.  They’ve even gone so far as to take it off the market.  So, we’re now looking at homes in Pahrump, NV.  It’s a smallish town about 90 minutes outside of Vegas, where most houses have an acre or more of land, and where the only big shopping to be done is at the grocery store (they have two chain stores), Wal-Mart, or Lowe’s.  Oh yeah, and they have a pet/feed/gun store, where we can get some of our pet food, and our, uh, weapons, I guess.  We’re hoping this works out, because Freddie Mac’s representatives are very unpleasant to deal with.  We’re being evicted for not paying rent…so they’re returning the rent that we last paid.  Yeah, sure, that makes sense.  They say that we didn’t cooperate with the agents trying to sell our house, yet we let them in every time they knocked at OUR door.  They said that we didn’t cooperate because either someone went to the wrong house or they were just setting us up for eviction because it’s easier to “show” a house that’s vacant.  When you have dogs that yap at every sound someone makes in front of your house, you KNOW when someone supposedly spent 30 minutes knocking on your door.  The dogs would’ve told us, plus WE WERE SITTING HERE WAITING FOR THEM!  We cleaned up for them and everything.  We wouldn’t have done that and then sat still for 90 minutes to see if the person was going to show up, if we were going to cancel.  When we wanted to change one date, we asked.  Once.  We agreed to every other date.  Funny though, they don’t want to sell the house to us.  They’d rather it sat vacant, without even renters, than sell it to us.  Why on earth would they take it off the market, if they wanted to sell it?  It’s all so very, very weird.  So, we’ll go buy a cheaper house that’s newer and has more land, and more opportunity to rescue animals.  I hear there’s a family in Pahrump that takes their goat with them wherever they go.  I like goats.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

terribly early in the morning

Glass Houses?

There’s “someone” (apparently they’ve been sitting and waiting for months for me to come back - it’s nice to be missed!) commenting on a couple of posts on my blog who thinks that I haven’t posted enough about my own personal financial problems and they think that if they reveal them here, in my comments (that are moderated, DUH! - it should only take ONE comment to figure that out, no?), it’ll be a big surprise to all of you what’s been going on with me.  Let’s see, first there were my health problems (back surgery, et al), then I lost my job due to my health problems, then I followed that with the loss of my car and my house.  So, for “Barbara Wellington” (don’t make me reveal your real name here, mister…because that would be a lot worse than what’s already on my blog, wouldn’t it?), I hereby publicly declare that I filed for bankruptcy and I’m currently waiting for the Social Security Administration to make their first (and final, I hope, but most people do have to appeal) decision regarding my disability case.

These threats of revealing my “personal” issues are pretty funny considering everything is here, on my blog (AND on HuffPo!), for the whole world to read.  And honestly, what more could I lose?  In the past several years, I’ve lost my health, my job, my car, my home, and my siblings.  What does MISTER DBA, MBA, yadda, yadda, yadda, yadda, yadda, yadda think I have left to lose?  So, dude, learn how to use an apostrophe and quit writing as a woman on my blog.  I don’t intend to run for public office, so no one is in danger of having me be in charge of public funds…nor even private funds.

Wow, it’s astonishingly lame to threaten a disabled chick who has lost pretty much everything, don’t ya think?

Monday, May 11, 2009

the wee hours

I want to write about something fun!

My blog is even starting to depress me, and in general, I’m quite fine with what I write, whether or not it’s entertaining to anyone else.  It’s kind of like my diary (albeit a bit censored), but published in public.  I miss my old posts about concerts and conventions and actually doing things.  Lately, I barely even log on to the computer anymore.  The only thing that has excited me is when after midnight Wed/Thurs, I get to see new stuff in the SuperPoke Pets Shop.  I suppose it’s maybe because I miss shopping (at the very least, not having to find out which store has our staples on sale - cereal, granola bars, dehydrated fruit, milk…and Tootsie Pops) and the SuperPoke Shop doesn’t cost anything, just time playing with other people’s pets or, frankly, what’s been happening with my account lately…other people playing with my pet.  I have about 800 “friends” (about 20 of them people I actually know), and I used to play with my friends’ pets daily, no matter what else I did.  If I had time, I’d play with strangers’ pets.  Now, nothin’.  I’m behind on message boards, blogs, and what’s happening on people’s Facebook pages.  I rarely return emails.  If I haven’t written back, don’t worry, I’m still somewhat alive, and I apologize for not getting back to you.  It’s not anything you did/said.  It kind of feels like information overload.  Heck, I barely know what’s going on in the news because I log on so little.  I do know that at least things seem better now that Obama is President.  I don’t feel like I have to keep an eye on everything to find out what dumb thing the administration has done today or this week.  I feel like we’re in better hands, and that if bad stuff happens, it was inevitable and not due to stupidity or meanness.

If anyone knows anything about getting a short sale through or getting a better deal on a short sale, please let me know.  I’m not sure what’s going to happen, but I know that I don’t want to lose this house (I’d sure like to relocate it somewhere cooler right now though, ugh), and I don’t have the energy (or money) to move anywhere else.  Except for the terrible insulation problem in this house (cold in the winter and hot in the spring and summer, and sometimes, fall) and the lack of cross-ventilation, it’s located in a nice neighborhood.  Even though we’re close to a large intersection, our street itself is really quiet and feels more isolated than the other homes in our subdivision because our one block of about 20 houses is separated from the other thousand or so by a large four lane street.  Behind us is another subdivision, but there’s a small street before that subdivision begins and our back wall is about twenty feet high, so it doesn’t feel claustrophobic.  We have nice neighbors who are friendly when we see them, but we rarely do see them.  Since our neighbor/friends from next door moved to Henderson, we really haven’t forged any new friendships.  The people who moved into their house are very nice, but they live their own lives with their extended family here.  On the other side is the same older couple that’s always been there, and except for them buidling the monstrous garage in their back yard, we like them just fine.  Then again, they also spend half of their time at their other home in Illinois, so we go for months not seeing them.  The neighborhood’s stray cats appreciate the quiet of their back yard.  We occasionally see their security lights go on, but whenever we look over the wall, we never see anything, so we’re sure that most of the time it’s just cats.  The owner has very nicely left a stripped Mustang in the back yard, so the cats have a little bit of shelter.  Sure, it’s kind of ugly, but we can’t see it unless we look at the yard from the bird room window.  So, to make a long story short, we like this house, most of the time.

Wow, this is so rambly.  I guess it’s because I don’t have much to say.  It’s hard to write a blog when you don’t do anything other than go to the doctor, the library, and the grocery store.  I’ve been feeling mostly crummy lately, so it’s a grand success when I shower and leave the house.  Although, it sure would be nice if someone would hire me to work from home.  I quite miss making money.  And heck, since I’m home so much, I could become a workaholic, too.  I feel a lot better when the sun goes down.  However, I haven’t heard from anyone that I’ve sent my resumes to, even though I’ve only applied for jobs that I could hardly be more qualified to do.  It’s sad.  Who are they hiring in my place?  You’d think they could at least give me a shot.  Sheesh.

Well, anyway, if you know anything about short sales, lemme know.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

late at night

Reading Other People’s Blog Comments Can Be Hazardous To Your Health

I’m behind on my blog reading, have been for quite some time.  I just don’t feel like reading about other people’s lives like I used to, nor do I feel like participating in other people’s lives like I used to.  The last couple of years have been a learning experience - some people I like far more than I used to (yeah, I can’t figure out how to say what I want to say without ending in “to”), and some people, far, far, far less.  Anyway, I was reading Dooce’s blog - she’s generally pretty entertaining, her dogs are cute, and I usually like the commenters.  However, I read a couple of entries that alternated between terrifying me, depressing me, shocking me and making me angry.  Let me rephrase that sentence - the comments from the entries are what had my head spinning, not the entries themselves.  The comments that terrified me were in the blog entry that she wrote about John McCain and his sarcastic air quotes when referring to abortions that are done to protect women’s health.  There were so many women in the comments who didn’t seem to have a problem with him mocking the health of women who needed abortions because being pregnant could cost them their lives.  Ick, and the number of women who were willing to vote for Sarah Palin, probably the most unqualified and unintelligent running mate in presidential election history, was scary.  Sarah Palin makes Dan Quayle seem like Albert Einstein.  Reading the comments made me afraid that Obama was going to lose…and I was reading the comments a day after he was already elected.

Those comments weren’t the worst, it was the really depressing/scary comments were regarding Dooce’s hypothetical question of whether people would give money to feed starving children, if it also meant giving money to a crack addict.  The number of people who completely lack an ounce of compassion is stunning.  There were a bunch of dumb comments about giving a “hand up, instead of handout” and teaching a person to fish, blah, blah, blah, as if getting someone job training was going to help them feed their children tonight.  Also, there were lots of comments about people needing to just get jobs or fend for themselves or people who made up wild scenarios that had the crackhead getting high and killing the children that you were trying to feed.  These people seemed to not understand the concept of the “working poor” or the fact that record numbers of people are losing their jobs through no fault of their own or that some people have medical bills that have them living from paycheck to paycheck.

Here is an example of the compassion from someone named Katie, “Any children involved do deserve help which is why they should be given to a family who can take care of them properly. People who lose their jobs just need to find new ones. People who get sick should have taken better care of themselves. I don’t believe in that “bad things happen to go[sic] people” crap. People should exercise the control they have over their lives and stop whining!”  I hate to say it, but my first thought was that I would wish her a terrible painful illness, a lost job and hundreds of resumes sent out without getting a single interview, and no health insurance, leading to her need the generous charity and compassion of others.  My second thought was, that’s a terrible way to think and I shouldn’t wish for bad things to happen to someone solely because they were born without a heart.  I’ve got to imagine that for someone to get to the point of having little compassion for their fellow human beings, they really must be miserable.  Nonetheless, she wasn’t the only one who expressed thoughts like that.  She had lots of company.  It was depressing to see how many people would let kids starve (hypothetically) just because they were either so intent on wanting to make sure that a crack addict didn’t get a day’s worth of crack on their dime or that they just didn’t want to help someone if they didn’t have to.  Of course, this is the same group of commenters who had someone in their midst who posted this:“I’m sorry, but NO where in the history of the US does it say, we DESERVE health care. Why do democrats think that everyone is entitled? It’s a judgement call… If you work hard you earn the right, it’s not just to be given to everyone. NO guarantees in life baby… ps… I am unemployed with NO insurance and still believe this to be. Also, my mom died from heart failure because she stopped taking her high blood pressure medicine because she thought she couldn’t afford it any longer. Her fatal flaw was not asking for help from her family, but never did she think she should be just GUARANTEED health care from the universe. She wasn’t a martyr either.  

Ack, someone who doesn’t think we deserve heath care, that we only deserve to be taken care of if we have money.  Someone whose mother died due to lack of medical care.  I’m sorry, but that’s just stupid.  No one deserves free cosmetic botox or free stripper-sized breast enhancements, but we ALL deserve basic health care, whether or not we’re fortunate enough to have a good job or to have inherited money or to have won the lottery; in fact, those of us who can’t afford health care are the ones who deserve it the most - rich people can afford to buy it.  Maybe we should split the country in two, and us “bleeding heart liberals” will pay more taxes, but our children (gee, I think this and I don’t even have any kids, what a wacky liberal I am) will all have health care and a good education because we think everyone is deserving.  Our country will have lower infant mortality rates, better health care, a longer life expectancy, and on and on.  How strange to want all those things that lead to a better & happier life.  Here’s a study that shows that we’re definitely on the wrong track as far as health care goes.  The commenter from Dooce’s blog can continue to not get health care because she can’t afford it, but I want my friends and family to get the health care that they need, not the health care that they can afford.