You Can Save Net Neutrality. Here’s How….

NOW is the time to Fight for Net Neutrality – Do NOT give up!

1) CALL the FCC 1-888-225-5322

2) CALL your lawmakers – Congress can stop the FCC! Go to battleforthenet.com

3) PROTEST at Verizon stores on Dec 7: VerizonProtests.com

4) RETWEET, REBLOG & SHARE – Spread this info!

BREAKING NEWS: Myopia Epidemic – Glasses Don’t Help!

Funky Eggs, Facebook; Fractious, Fanatical Fallacies and a Follow Friday Flop: My Week in Review!

No, that’s really pretty much the whole week other than household chores and repairs. I did a #FlashbackFriday of the first artwork I made using Photoshop, visited Facebook long enough (too long!) to argue that freedom of speech applies to everyone in the USA (not just ignorant bigots); made the statement that “If you stand with Trump you’ll fall for anything“, also made the statement (again) that I’m not “condescending” just because someone doesn’t understand me (it’s reeeeeaaalllly obvious when I’m actually being condescending); then I wrapped things up by gaining a whopping 11 Instagram followers (my goal was 60) – one of which is a real person.

Funky Eggs 2002

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Falling with 45 OR: How the Actions of the Few Can Destroy the Many

Believe it or not, I’d been struggling with how to write this. Yes, I’ve been taking pains to decide on the best way to write a blog post that will probably be seen by no-one but me. (Unless of course, my friendly white-hat hacker comes back to see if I heeded the warning.) [I never did decide. I wrote it anyway.]

Fall with 45, The Trump Menace aka If the Shoe Fits...

Fall with 45, The Trump Menace aka If the Shoe Fits…
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For more than a year now, I’ve been shouting my own warnings from the metaphorical rooftops to anyone who would listen, and more to the point, to those who refused to listen. I am surely not the only person who could see with nauseating clarity exactly how Trumpocalypse would unfold, and I am definitely not the only one who dedicated hour upon hour, week upon week, month upon month in trying every tactic imaginable to persuade all those within earshot to at least consider the obvious conclusion to the course of events.

I am starting to think, however, that I may be one of a mere handful of folks who are fundamentally unable to grasp the idea that there are so many people joyously willing to harm others for their own petty gains; willing to sink the ship as long as they’re sitting at the captain’s table when they go down with it.

A mentally unstable, paranoid, narcissist who has lived their entire life hidden from REALITY by the riches accumulated by SOMEONE ELSE (that’s important because never having to earn anything feeds the fantasy that “having” equals “deserving”,) is utterly and absolutely INCAPABLE of comprehending what the day-to-day existence of almost everyone else in the United States is like.

Add to that base a crew of self-serving societal sycophants who are more than happy to stoke the fire of Trump’s compulsive superiority complex to achieve positions of grandeur for themselves, and the result is the annihilation of nearly everything that does not directly and substantially benefit the select few who now set the rules. It’s that simple.

Enough childishly, gullible people were so overwhelmed by their own egotism, they deluded themselves into believing a vote for Trump granted them admission into an exclusive club – the club of billionaires who, with barely an exception, gorge on personal advancement by manipulating, overspending and crushing anyone who isn’t them. Everything the United States stands for is being slaughtered and consumed in the name of greed.

Funny thing about “greed”, it’s singularly intimate. It’s “MINE!”, not yours.

The Republican Senators bow down in servile submission for the imagined glory of doing the ‘opposite’ of what was; no mind toward whether it’s better, or even as good, as long as they get paid. “Opposite” is satisfying enough while they roll around in their own arrogance to mask the scent of immorality.

The Democratic Senators cower behind their snide commentary (it’s better to look momentarily clever than perpetually ineffective) and pat themselves on the back for having the ‘courage’ to talk the talk when their knees buckle with fear and they can’t walk the walk. Talking is responsibility enough as long as they get paid.

Trump, The Juggernaut of Gibberish is growing fat on the flattery offered by his subordinates. Their co-dependency on his position ensures they provide a steady supply of reassurance for his delusional diet – that’s the only way they get paid.

It’s an unrighteous and abhorrent nightmare of truly epic proportions.

I witnessed the train being built.
I heard it leave the station.
I smell the fuel burning.
I see the bridge is out.
The brakeman’s hands are busy clutching his vanity.

Millions are already suffering with millions more soon to join them. Millions of people will lose their lives as a direct result of the self-entitled, self-absorbed few.

What have you done?