recycle day

I’m in a foul mood today, so I’m recycling something I posted on Facebook yesterday:

I have no shame: I recycled this image I earlier characterized as a "FAIL"....

I have no shame: I recycled this image I earlier characterized as a “FAIL”….

Andy’s “mood” in the photo has everything to do with a camera flashing in his kitty face.

Mine is related to the jokers in Washington. As William Gibbs McAdoo, Secretary of the Treasury under Woodrow Wilson, said, “It is impossible to defeat an ignorant man in argument.” You may think I’m ignorant; I may think you are. It’s too late to talk about it.

History can settle which parties are responsible. When Congress flushes the toilet by their irresponsible handling of this manufactured crisis, the country goes down the drain. That’s what matters. No one wins: Small gains, major consequences, a Pyrrhic victory.

That’s why I’m in a foul mood today.

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Why I disrespect the Tea Party: Quote of the Week

While Rome burns, the Tea Party reveals its great goal, the raison d’etre for this situation America must endure till the firemen put out the fire:

>honk! honk!<

>HONK! HONK!<

The firemen, of course, won’t be paid if the Tea Party faction has its way. Why should they be paid for doing their job? Wasn’t the White House and US Capitol built with slave labor? (Whether in part or whole, if the slaves weren’t paid, you know their overseers got something for their part. They probably felt that was only “fair”.)

I’d call the Tea Party the Clown Party, but they are just scary, not funny.

anarchy and revolution

I turned off the television news and went to bed early last night. My headed pounded. My anger at what a handful of congressmen and one senator were doing to our country was just too much. There are ways to get your way in our system of government. Forty-three votes proved now is not the time; win the hearts and minds of the voters in 2014, and try again.

I slept well. Exhausted by the hate and anger building, poisoning my system, I slept the sleep of the dead.

Then I woke up, a smile on my face and with a memory of a dream I’d just had. I dream, I know, but I rarely remember them. This one was different. This one was in response to characterizations of the behavior of the Tea Party faction as being a revolution, of the participants being anarchists, not legislators, let alone statesmen! (I steamed up and bubbled over at the time, and knew it was bed time or a heart attack!)

The best way to handle revolutionaries and anarchists is to put them in front of a wall, and shoot them! Well, guillotines work, too.

The best way to handle revolutionaries and anarchists is to put them in front of a wall, and shoot them! Well, guillotines work, too.

WHAT! I know I’m upset when I start thinking in extreme ways. Remember my “radioactive glass” post? This is not the person I am, nor is it the person I want to be.

I sat on the edge of my bed. Andy and Dougy watched me, anxious for breakfast. Dougy jumped on my bed: “Get up, human! I’m hungry!” Andy sat in the next room, grooming and washing the sleep out of his eyes. Domesticity! Cute fuzzy cats! Aw! Dougy purred in anticipation of yummy catfood.,

The image of Ted Cruz and the errant congressmen standing in front of a wall faded, and this came back to mind:

anger

Thank you, pastor. This isn’t the only time this quote got me through all-consuming hate and anger. It isn’t the first time it helped me feel whole again.