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Okay, NOW we get it.

Remember when Alito's wife cried during his confirmation hearings?

Posted by madamesilverspurs | Tue Jul 1, 2014, 03:50 PM (1 replies)

sez right heere...........

Posted by madamesilverspurs | Tue Jul 1, 2014, 02:28 PM (1 replies)

Okay, NOW we get it.

Remember when Alito's wife cried during his confirmation hearings?

Posted by madamesilverspurs | Tue Jul 1, 2014, 12:39 PM (0 replies)

A break in the angst

The phone rang a bit ago. The young man on the other end said it was a survey, would I mind spending a few minutes.

I figured, what the heck, I need a break from the daylong angst. So, sure.

He started off with some generic voting questions (easy, difficult; always, rarely). Then it went to the governor's race for about three questions, then would I vote for the Republican or the Democrat. Same drill for the Senate race.

Then he got to the meat of the survey, a series of questions about the local race for the state legislature. About three questions in I could see that the questions were going to be numerous and a bit more in depth; so, in an effort to save him some time (he seemed like a nice enough kid) I explained that I was working on the campaign of the Democratic candidate, that I was doing so because I had been very impressed with the caliber of his work and wanted to see much more of the same. He paused, then chuckled a little as he ticked off responses on his call sheet.

He then asked if he could ask a couple of questions of gun legislation, which my candidate had supported. By the way, I live in Colorado where this has been quite the issue. His first question was about background checks. I told him that years ago I'd been shot at by a guy who had a long record of violence and assaults, someone who should have never been allowed to purchase a gun; I explained that I'm alive simply because he was too drunk to maintain his aim from twelve feet away, that the wall to my left had a sizable hole in it instead of me. The caller paused, then said he could go ahead and assume the rest of my responses. He thanked me for my time and then hung up.

Nice break. Now back to the angst.
Posted by madamesilverspurs | Mon Jun 30, 2014, 11:06 PM (0 replies)

A Sad Today

Some days, okay most days, I find myself wishing I was younger. Or, rather, that I could be younger and more physically able but still have some of the wisdom that has fallen into my life. I do miss being able to play tennis, ride horses, dance all night, get up from a chair without moaning and groaning. Yeah. But today I found myself glad to be “of a certain age”, no longer needing to report to higher-ups in the work chain.

Over the years I’ve had some interesting employers, some better than others. Those others, well, some of them still creep me out just in the remembering. The prospect of having to discuss with them my options for birth control, ye gods, I cringe at the mere thought. Of course, back in my younger years those bosses could say grotesque things to female employees, things that the female employee had no legal way to repulse. They could touch and make crude gestures to go with the crude comments. And, on the rare occasions when they got ratted out, the female employee was generally assumed to have “invited” the behavior.

So, even though there are now laws to inhibit such behaviors there are no laws that prohibit the generative invasive thinking; they just don’t act on the thoughts as often as they used to. They might have to keep their hands to themselves, and they might have to keep their mouths shut more often. But sometimes sneakiness wins. And there is no more repulsive sneakiness than that which wraps a vile thing in a guise of godliness. Today, in the name of godliness (or religion, if you will) bosses are once again allowed to invade the female psyche through connotations of the most intimate nature; the boss’s authority now extends into her vagina, her uterus, all the way to her ovaries, because her denial of such access would somehow be construed to violate his deeply held religious beliefs, or some other equally handy excuse for rape.
Posted by madamesilverspurs | Mon Jun 30, 2014, 09:56 PM (1 replies)
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