Before anything, call your Senators or Congresspeople and urge them to walk out on his speech tomorrow night. Let them pray their jokey prayers to a god who should strike them all dead if he was real. Let that sack of shit in a blue suit introduce his special guests. Let him warm up his imaginary accordion to accompany his lies.
Then, as a body, decent Americans should stand up and walk out. Don't speak. Don't look back. Meet the media in the street if you want. I am hoping he has a live, on-the-air stroke, shitting himself and swallowing his tongue.
~O~
But the help was in a surly mood and I didn't ask for a second shot.
A piece of light, contemporary linen, 42x60 inches, give or take. I want to do something to bump up the blue without interfering with the gold.
Some cautiously applied soy resist is in order. And some turquoise dye. I'm out. And it's cold again. Time and patience. Very precious commodities.
And if I were bringing text to this what would I say?
Sometimes words won't work. Or there are none for the moment.
I have been uttering curses-- not swearing. Swearing is fun and easy--curses so dark and profound that I stop and take notes.
Hate is an expensive emotion (Thanks, Johnny Depp) and yeah, what the Buddha said. Creative cursing is active. Satisfying.
Communication.
Thank you for the kind words about my nephew. My family, the praying ones, are praying for him to slide into kind oblivion. There is no way to know what he is experiencing because he has been semi-comatose, nearly agonal, for weeks, being bounced between a nursing home and hospital ERs.
Despite the expert medical professionals who have had a hand in his care, his mother won't acknowledge what is happening and refuses hospice intervention.
I can't think of anything more selfish and cruel.
For the spite of a two-decades-old war with my brother, she has refused to let my side of the family be a part of her boys' lives and now, it's too late. She will be making loud and public demands for money for an elaborate funeral.
I will send her a book of matches from the Fuck You Cafe.
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I called my house rep this morning and one of my senators. Your image of Trump beginning his SOTU address and democrats leaving en masse is a delicious one. Won’t happen of course. I am so sorry about your nephew. Poor guy. I hope his suffering ends soon.
Deb~ Again, so sorry about your nephew and the family situation, which only makes it harder on everyone. Be well. ❤️
Mix some aqua paint and skip the dye......My painted cloth stays exactly as painted for years......once dry it's permanent...and washable. I use good stuff when I have it and cheap JoAnn's stuff or craft paint when I don't.....will miss JoAnn's now that it's out of business.
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