Weight Loss

I’ve lost a total of 6 lbs in about 3 weeks. I know I could be more strict on the Ketogenic way of life but I can recognize that 6 lbs in 3 weeks is very good. My doctor told me that this is ideal for where I want to be in a year. So I’m happy and the happier I am, the more I’ll work towards my goals. Even my husband has noticed a weight loss, a change in the way his clothes fit. I’m ecstatic that he’s decided to change the way he eats with me. And hey, it’s not so bad. He gets to eat eggs and bacon every morning and fruit and cheese for lunch.

We are gearing up for our renovations, everything starts in 1 week and I’m relieved and excited that it’s going to happen finally. My firm wish is for everything to go smoothly and quickly and that we can have it done in a week in a half to two weeks as planned. My hope is that I love it and that I never want to change it again. I’m most excited about the possibility of moving the washer and dryer to the newly expanded spot in the laundry room. Where they are right now is just not viable in the future. Anyway, I’m excited to get started. It’s a lot of money but I think the house will look amazing.

It’s been hot as Hades outside. Steve is looking at gazebos to possibly place on the deck or in the back yard so I can sit in the shade with my pups while the work is going on. I can’t have them in the house every day.

That’s it, that’s me for the next few weeks. I’ll take before and after pictures of the work being done and post them so you all can see what changes we’re making. I hope you’re all doing lovely and having a super flaming hot summer, like we are.

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Move Along

Keep moving until you find your happiness. I’m happy. It’s a double-edged sword for me. When I’m happy I feel like I have trouble creating. I can’t write like I normally do. When I’m not happy I turn out some pretty amazing stuff. I prefer to be happy.

Ernie has wagged his way right into our pack. He has been accepted by our bonded pair and they have ear licking sessions every morning and night, no really, they do. Jesse is happy because he now has someone he can chase around the yard when he gets the zoomies. Prime is happy because he now has someone who just likes to flab out on the couch.

I don’t want to get too political here today because I’m in a great mood, but let me just say I told you so. All my conservative acquaintances who think they have something to say about the immigrant children interment camps, go fuck yourself. I don’t want to hear your opinions and I don’t care about your opinions. You’re all a bunch of fuckwits who will be judged justly. Remember this moment. Remember the faces of human children corralled behind fences with nothing but the clothes on their backs and a silver foil blanket to keep them warm without their siblings and parents. Remember that this administration has somehow lost 5,000 of these children in CPS. How the fuck do you lose 5,000 children in CPS? Remember you voted for someone who doesn’t understand the difference between someone seeking asylum and someone illegally crossing a border. Go fuck yourselves.

On another happier note, we have made our decision about a contractor and he is working on our contract right now, we should be starting soon. This is both stressful and exciting and I can’t wait! On a negative note, our air condition has been diagnosed as taking a dump slowly on us and we could replace now or have it go out when it’s 104 degrees outside and an emergency call to get a new one in. So we decided to replace it now. They were supposed to be here with our bigger and better air conditioner at 8 am. This morning but of course, things go sideways and they won’t be here until noon. I have Shawn over to do a small paver patio under the new one. Steve will hopefully finish the patio later this month. It’s all coming together and I’m so happy. We oiled my butcher block island this morning and it looks amazing! Mitchell did a beautiful job. It’s been top 5 best gift ever from my husband. He knows me like the back of his hand and I couldn’t love him more for that.

That’s it, that’s me, oh wait, I lost 4 lbs last week. I haven’t weighed myself this week but I feel better. I have more energy, I don’t feel sluggish. I wake up at 5 am. Every morning and I’m pretty much asleep every night by midnight. I can tell my clothes are beginning to fit me differently and I’m so happy my A1C was a little high. I don’t think I’d have made this kind of lifestyle change if it hadn’t happened. Because that’s what it is, a lifestyle change, not a diet.

I hope you all are having an amazing week and enjoy the summer solstice tomorrow!

Goals

I’m turning 41 today and last week I got some potentially seriously bad news. My A1C tested high. Now it wasn’t over the top high, just a fractionally small amount high but it was enough to scare the pants off of me.

I’ve learned so much about diabetes and Type 1 versus Type 2 in the last week. My doctor put me on Metformin because I need desperately to lose weight. Not a little weight either. I need to lose like a whole person and not a thin person. My doc also asked me to start using my exercise bike for 30 minutes a day and to change the way I eat. I’m looking forward to the exercise bike. Learning how to eat differently will be one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done.

You see, I come from a “clean your plate” generation. You know the one, most of you are from the same generation. Our parents made our plates and always put too much food on them. Our parents also decreed that we would eat every bite or “sit there”. This stressed to us at a young age that we have to eat and we have to eat a lot. It carried over with us as adults and now it’s no wonder our nation has like a 70% diabetes rate and a 90% pre-diabetes rate. My sugar has never been considered high no matter my weight until now. I’m not considered pre-diabetes but if I don’t fix this, if I don’t change, I will be.

My doctor asked me to try the Keto Diet. My husband and I did some research and both agreed to do it together. He has always been an amazing source of support for me and I hope I have been for him. We will do this. We have to. We start today and I’m excited.

My goals for the next 90 days.

  1. Do not stray from the diet.
  2. Do not buy any new clothing.
  3. Take my medications as directed.
  4. Don’t make excuses.
  5. Only weight myself once a week.
  6. Diligently wear my fitness tracker.
  7. Exercise twice a day three times a week and once a day four times a week.
  8. Share my journey and be held accountable.

Is No News Good News?

Are you the kind of person who needs to know, right now? I always thought I was that kind of person, well I did until recently. I haven’t been posting anything super serious online for the last few weeks because I’ve been pretty sick. This isn’t the standard stuff I’ve been dealing with for the last 20 years and if I’m being honest, I’m terrified.

I’ve had bouts of laryngitis four times in the last 4 months. It started a few days after my gall bladder surgery so the first time I attributed it to having a breathing tube down my throat during the surgery and I thought it would go away and that would be that. Just some irritation. It lasted 3 weeks that first time. Finally around Thanksgiving I got worried enough to go to the ER, they told me I had strep throat, gave me some medicine, and sent me home. I took that round of medication and now into the 4th week of having little to no voice, difficulty breathing and swallowing, and ear pain with a slight dry cough thought well this is it, this is going to fix things. It didn’t. I went a full course, 10 days, of antibiotics and was still sick. The first week of December I went to Urgent Care and the doctor there said I had some random bacterial infection. He prescribed a stronger antibiotic and sent me on my way. It worked! I was incredibly happy to be feeling better so I finished my Christmas shopping and thought nothing else of it.

Two days before Christmas it came back. Just as bad this time and I decided to wait it out at least a week. I waited 8 days and went back to Urgent Care. The doctor there told me it had to be GERD or Acid Re-flux as it’s also called. He said it was burning my throat and causing irritation. He upped my dose of Nexium 40 mg a day to 40 mg twice a day (one in the morning and one in the evening). I did this for the next week and it didn’t help. I called my family doctor. He got me in right away and referred me to see an ENT (Ear, Nose, and Throat) doctor. He wanted me to have a scope done. It’s not pleasant. They take a long tubular shaped instrument and slide it up your nose,bending it just right so it then slips down the back of your mouth and into your throat. It takes incredible concentration to fight your gag reflex. It was horrible and felt extremely invasive (and that’s funny to me because I’ve had a speculum in my lady garden).

The ENT does this test and when done he turns to me and says “Your throat is too swollen for me to see the vocal chords. Let’s give you another Acid Re-flux medication to take at bedtime, see if it works, if it doesn’t I’ll see you back in one month.” Now mind you, I’ve now spent 9 weeks in the past 4 months with almost no voice, trouble swallowing, and painful coughing. I agreed to his plan though because then he hit me with “best case scenario it’s GERD, worst case it’s cancer.”

The bottom fell out for me right then and there. My mind started racing, I of course thought first I’m going to quit smoking! And then went right into, well it’s a bit too fucking late for that right?

My paternal grandmother died of throat cancer. I have heard that she even had a tracheotomy with one of those horrible voice box vibrators so she could talk. I do not want to live like that. My grandfather supposedly had lung cancer and I know my own father died of lung cancer when I was only 23. He was 57, just 17 years older than I am now. Like I said, my mind was racing. I couldn’t seem to stop on any specific thing to calm down. My niece (who’s only 2 years younger than me) was with me and she helped distract me.

I texted my husband that I’d be home later and that I didn’t want to talk about it until I could see him. See I know I’ll die before Steve. He’s a much better person than I am. I talk about what I want to happen all the time with him and I know it upsets him but I’ve always hated how people leave things until it’s all too late. I at least want him to know what I want to happen so he doesn’t have to question his decisions when the time comes. I tell everyone I do not want resuscitated, I do not want to live on any type of machinery, I do not want to be paralyzed or incapacitated. I do not want a funeral, I want cremated with an old fashioned wake. I want people to meet up, enjoy some drinks, love the great food they remember me for, and grieve in a joyous way. I want there to be music, and no not funeral home music either. I want good music. I even have a play list I update on occasion. I even have a blue book called “I’m Dead, Now What?” with all of this information. I don’t want to be stage 4 laying in a hospital room while my friends and family struggle to find time and emotion to come see me, say goodbye to me. I want to go out in a blaze of glory like my father did.

He was diagnosed stage 4 and told he had maybe 6 good months. He said fuck it, he got his house in order, he checked in to a nursing home, and he partied for 2 months. My brothers snuck him in beer. My mother brought him pizza and subs he loved. And me, I brought him cigarettes when he asked me to. Even at 2 a.m., I wanted to be pissy about having to take him smokes while he was dying of lung cancer, but I just couldn’t. It’s what he wanted and he knew he was done. He lived the way he wanted for 2 months and I have nothing but respect for that. I just hope when my time comes someone will say the same of me.

So, I didn’t post about this for the last two weeks but just needed to send my thoughts out into the universe finally. I’m terrified. I’m trying really hard not to overreact and I type that as I still have no voice, trouble swallowing, and painful dry cough that no medication has helped for four months. I have 2.5 weeks to go until we do more testing. I don’t pray but I am quitting smoking. It doesn’t matter if I have cancer or not, I want to be done with it.

I’ll update as more testing is done. I don’t want to dwell on it though so let’s all move on.

The Chronic

Do you ever think about the correlation between the Devil’s Lettuce and Pain having the same forename? Chronic. Yes I partake, in both sadly.

About seven years ago I was diagnosed with Chronic Lower Back Pain. I have several Hemangiomas along my spinal column that cannot be removed. I also have degeneration in my right hip and the right side of my coxys. Every year, it seemingly gets worse. This is on top of several other pretty serious diagnoses. One of whitch is Sleep Apnea. Today I met with a Urogynecologist to discuss problems I’ve been having with waking up to go pee.

This was her thoughts and recommendations: my sleep apnea is causing the problem, If we fix the sleep apnea, it will probably go away. We will start a medication that will help me with the urge to pee. I will continue hardcore on my healthy living plan to try and lose a significant amount of weight. Now here is the rub….I have had DD breasts since I hit puberty, around 12 years old. No matter how thin I was or how heavy I became, I’ve always had very large breasts. Her thoughts run along the lines of getting a breast reduction surgery right away. She even called a very reputable plastic surgeon and set me up. The thoughts are that if I get the weight off of my chest area, I’ll sleep better, therefore fixing any urinary incontinence problems.

My thoughts, I’m freaked out. I’ve heard some bad things about breast reduction surgery. I’ve heard it takes an inordinate amount of time to heal and recover. I heard it’s extremely painful and leaving awful scaring because they literally have to cut off your nipples and reposition them. I’ve also heard you end up losing all sensation in the nipple area. I mean, how will I ever know if I’m cold again, haha. But seriously, this is a huge thing for me to think about.

I discussed it a lot with my husband tonight. We both kind of agreed we’d go to the plastic surgeon, listen to what he has to say, get the facts. But in the end I will be making the decision to use this year to get as healthy as I can. I will use the year to get back down to a healthy, manageable weight. If, in January 2019, I still have size DD breasts, I’ll go for the surgery.

It’s been a long day. Who am I kidding? It’s been a long two days. Yesterday I had 14 Botox injections in my face, head, neck, and shoulders. I do this every 10 weeks to try and stay Migraine free. I’ve had excruciating migraines since I was a kid and this has been the only treatment I’ve found so far that works, and I’ve tried pretty much everything, including sensory deprivation therapy and giving myself shots of Imitrex. The Botox injections take every bit of any energy I have out of me. I always come home and sleep for hours afterwards. This usually lasts 2 to 3 days.

Today I had this appointment with the Urogynecologist and not only was the drive an hour to get there but the appointment lasted 2 hours. I felt bad for Jewels who went up with me so I wouldn’t be alone (the husband had to work). The testing was super weird and invasive, like get naked, put your feet in the stirrups, invasive. I even had a catheter inserted for testing, they had to use a pediatric one because I’m a huge baby.

There was a silver lining to the darkness today. Jewels and I stopped at this quaint little Mexican Restaurant called Fiesta Jalisco. It’s apparently family owned and operated. Isn’t that the best? The food was plentiful and it was so delicious it almost made the day worth it. We both had to get to-go boxes there was so much food left.

Tomorrow I get to hang out with my brother and his wife, my kid and his partner, and any grocery store employees I encounter. I’m still exhausted and just want the week to be over so I can get snowed in on Saturday and not do anything but decide which pajama pants are the cutest for when my husband gets off work.

Some Of That…

New Year, New Me bullshit.

The year is now 2018 and I decided as part of my “Resolutions” I’d be writing and sharing via blog more often. Last year was manic for me and I’m finally starting to mellow out. Don’t get it twisted, I’m not getting complacent about my political views, I’m slightly mellowing on how manic I’ve been to gather information and share that information with people who obviously need to be informed. I’ve heard so much in the last year about how Liberals and Democrats needed to sympathize with conservatives and try to “start a conversation”. Let me be the first to let you all know it just doesn’t work. I’m not a turn your other cheek kind of girl, I’m more of a slice your neck kind of “progressive”.

Enough about that, we’ll discuss politics more and more throughout the year I’m sure. I’ve been reading a lot lately, not that I don’t usually but it seems like I’ve been reading even more, I guess taking some time off of 24/7 News has cleared up some time for me. My husband and I are also working towards some home renovations and that is going super fantastic, thank you very much! It’s almost as if I’m a personal assistant again, not that I ever really stopped. I guess on some levels I’ve always been my husband’s personal assistant and it’s a great job, lots of perks if you know what I mean.

My list of resolutions:

  1. Write and share more. Not just blogs but poems, short stories, etc. I write every day, mostly though I keep it to myself.
  2. Accept all compliments at face value, same as last year, great self esteem boost.
  3. Be healthier through my lifestyle and medical choices.
  4. Be kind.
  5. Play with my dogs more.
  6. Learn some new recipes.
  7. Fuck more.
  8. Try to let things go.
  9. Be less judgmental.
  10. Quit smoking. This is a big one for me. I feel like I really want it. I’ve tried a few times and failed, I know deep down that failure stems from not really wanting to quit. I feel ready now.

I really like this list. I know it won’t all be easy to achieve but it won’t break me if I don’t. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday season. I did.

She Burns

She’s built herself from flames.

There’s a raging forge inside her.

She’s always been able to get lost in it. 

She’s never been afraid to fight through it.

Ignite her. Enflame her. Scortch her. 

Leave her to smolder, she’ll find a way to burn on.

-for Chloe

Patton Oswalt

I had the immense pleasure of attending a show featuring Patton Oswalt last night, February 24, 2017, at the Palace Theater in Columbus, Ohio.

Let me preface this review by saying my husband and I enjoy Patton Oswalt and his brand of comedy on all levels. He makes us laugh about life. He is relevant and relatable to I think the true “forgotten” Americans in the U.S.A. I’ve always enjoyed his views on life in general through his comedy and any time I’ve seen him in movies or television shows I’ve been impressed with his level of professionalism.

I suggested getting tickets for this event the first day they went on sale because well, it would be a great “late” Valentine’s Day date and also because I just wanted to go somewhere with a shitload of fellow Liberals and laugh for a few hours about just how fucked up things have gotten. This show was on point with exactly what I needed and I left feeling completely fulfilled.

I remember I was in Las Vegas with my husband last October. Sadly, we made the mistake of going with some true Trumper in-laws. Oh, and top off that shit pie, we went the week of the final Presidential Candidate Debate between Hillary Clinton and Rapey Cheeto held at UNLV. Our hotel, literally on the same block as UNLV. Secret Service closed down all routes to our hotel for basically the entire day. To make up for it, my husband and I got tickets at the MGM the next night to see Sarah Silverman. Our in-laws wanted desperately to join us. That turned in to a big hell no. There is no awkwardness quite like the kind you have when you have to explain to a couple of conservative right wing ass clowns the comedy of Sarah Silverman and why they would not have a good time (more like we didn’t want them to bring down our vibe but whatever).

Enough of that shit show though and on to my review of last night’s show. A classically trained violinist from Dayton, Ohio named Kristen Lundberg opened the show. I immediately felt safe and secure with her when she announced her frizzy, curly, riotous hair was all natural baby. I had just spent 2 hours and $100 at a salon in Newark, Ohio getting my own frizzy, riotous curls beaten into submission for this show. You know, I don’t think I’ve ever considered playing the violin, short fingernails, and butt hole play in the same sentence but she made it work. I think she’s someone to watch for in the future. She struck me as kind of like an angry, unvarnished, Emma Stone. She’s just as cute but then that mouth….so refreshing. I could definitely see her in an evil twin movie with Emma.

Since I sat in the front row right in front of the stool and microphone with my gorgeous bearded husband I was enraptured for the entire show. Mr. Oswalt wasted no time getting to work. He makes it look flawless even though he was trying new material for an upcoming taped major network special (I believe I read that somewhere recently).

He began the show by coming up and saying “holy shit guys have you seen Twitter? I can’t believe this shit, it’s bad.” The entire 4,000 room audience was in unison thinking “what the fuck did this Rapey Ape do now?” You could feel it, total silence. Patton started laughing and said basically he was kidding but it was a massive demonstration of just how fucked up things have gotten that none of us doubted our President had done something else completely fucked in the time it took to get to our seats.

I kept telling my husband in the weeks before the show that I knew Patton was anti-Trump and not afraid to speak about it and I loved this about him. This is one of the biggest reasons I wanted to see the show. I wanted to go somewhere and hear others openly rake this freak over the coals as I have done for the last year and actually make me laugh until I cried about it. What I didn’t count on, what I didn’t expect, is that I would laugh harder and longer at his every day life jokes. But I did. I just needed the release of it. He does this series of jokes about a lazy blow job that I think every single woman (or even just anyone who’s had or given a blow job) has experienced step by step. It made me weak. To hear 4,000 people laughing about a common thread is unifying, this to me, is more Patriotic than any flag waving “God Bless America” singing evangelist could ever hope to accomplish.

He made me laugh until I cried, my cheeks hurt on then entire 40 minute ride home. He also paved way to a very serious, deep discussion between my husband and I about his soul crushing sadness and the honesty in his comedy. He leaves a lot of pieces of himself on stage. He makes you see his heart. We spoke about our love (27 years), we spoke about loss, gray areas, our atheism, and empathy versus sympathy and why neither are helpful sometimes. Patton Oswalt has a well of emotion and he shares just enough that you know he’s not some vapid cunt who made it one day and is just doing it for the $$, the lolz, or the fame. I would say with total sincerity that if you don’t know who he is, find out now.

Throughout the evening he went down the line of the front row and asked questions of each of us and I got to tell him about my blog. I decided I couldn’t in good conscience not write a review of the show. I felt so embarrassed to tell him about my blog and my writing. I mean I used to work for an organization teaching at risk youth life skills, drug prevention, and service to our nation. I knew he’d laugh though about the name of it, and he did! Patton Oswalt called me a CUNT ha ha, it has made this whole election mess a little tiny bit less heartbreaking for me. He made fun of my husband’s beard, I feel vindicated!

I can’t thank Patton Oswalt enough for last night. He has given me back my laughter. The crowd, you 4,000 people who showed up last night were beautiful, funny, easygoing people who just wanted a good time, thank you, you classy fucks. OHIO the Heart Of It All! My husband, you bearded steelworker lumberjack! You are my soul, you always anticipate what I need and just do it for me. Oh and whomever was smoking weed in the balcony? Thank YOU for the contact high, next time bring enough to share with the rest of the class, amirite?!

P.S. Patton, if you read this, Cancer is a Pussy but Pussy Cancer can be funny, just look at our President’s face.

Awake

It’s 3 a.m. for the third night in a row and I can’t sleep even with the pain meds and sleeping meds I’ve taken. My mind won’t shut off.

I’m looking forward to going to a comedy show with my husband Friday night but I know I need to get plenty of rest so that I can have a good time. It’s not as if I’m working too hard. I basically clean up the house, play with the dogs, cook, and write every day. There are odd days I have appointments or go shopping but lately even that is blah to me.

I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t want to interact with anyone. I no longer want to even engage on a social level because I’m so disappointed in society as a whole. I hear stupid comments about immigration. “Well, what about an illegal who commits murder in the U.S., don’t you care about the family of the victim?” No I don’t. I remember being given a book when I was about 7 years old. It was given to me to explain to me why something happened to me and why I needed to “get over it”. It was called “Why Bad Things Happen to Good People”. It’s a good read, for all ages, I suggest anyone who tries to use the above excuse for immigration reform read it and then try to explain to a domestic rape victim why immigration reform is more important than Welfare Reform, Sex Abuse Reform, Prison Reform, Foster Care Reform, etc. Explain to a domestic born victim/survivor why immigration reform is given more importance than catching/penalizing domestic perpetrators. You can’t because you know deep down, it’s a race issue. It has nothing to do with them being here illegally, it has everything to do with them being “brown”.

I no longer want to engage in a society who sit back and allow others to talk shit about and take away basic human rights from children. From fucking children, people! I remember high school. Do you? It was a complete shit show and that was before being transgender was allowed to see some sunlight. President Obama during his administration laid foundations and it was all just bulldozed yesterday. I mean are you all that worried that these children in these schools are predators? Really? Where are your statistics that back up your choices? How many transgender/gay kids have raped or assaulted other kids in bathrooms at schools, libraries, malls, burger shacks, etc.? Are you that insecure in your own sexuality that you so blatantly let it bleed all over our children?

What’s more sickening to me, what really makes me want to just stay in bed, blow my brains out, blow someone else’s brains out is that this was discussed before so many voted for this motherfucker. People in my own family, gay people in my own family defended this motherfucker. “Oh, he likes gay and transgender people. He supports the community. Peter Theil spoke for him at the RNC. Jackie Evancho has a transgender sister and she sang at his inauguration. He’ll protect gay and transgender kids.”

What fucking say you now? Try and defend your position. I’ll tell you what I said then. Peter Theil, yes he may be gay but he doesn’t want to be. He never wanted to be outed and he never came out himself. In fact, he sued a news outlet to the point they had to close because they couldn’t afford the judgement against them when he was done suing them for outing him in their publication. He never wanted the world to know he was gay. He is not “out and proud”. He uses it now to fool the gay community into voting Republican and it worked. Jackie, she’s a 16 year old kid who got paid millions because she was the only performer willing to sing at Rapey Cheeto’s swearing in. Her transgender sister did not attend the ceremony with the rest of her family. Jackie, today, tweeted the Rapey Cheeto to say how sad and disappointed and heartbroken she is and that she feels betrayed. Boo fucking hoo.

I’m angry. I’m sad. It’s not just about immigrants. It’s not just about transgender and gay kids. It’s not even just about my rights as a female in this country. It’s stupid shit, small shit. Like now it takes 7 to 14 weeks to get a straight tax return. Like military families have no lost their on-base daycare. Like people who are paralyzed and have been for 10 years are now being forced to refile for disability benefits to prove they aren’t scamming the system. Like they are shutting down PBS but still paying $500k a day for Rapey Cheeto First Lady and Son to live in New York. Like Rapey Cheeto says he walked into a mess from the Obama years but if it was such a damn mess, how he has had time to take a vacation every single weekend for the last 4 weeks? Like his first week in office, his first military operation approval, U.S. Troops killed 23 women and children in a foreign land, a land they had no permission to be in. The White House released a statement saying only “It was a success and we lost a hero Navy Seal.” Is that us? Is that the American people now? We no longer apologize for friendly fire? For loss of life?

At this point, I don’t feel connected to anyone or anything anymore. I feel like nothing America is supposed to stand for is true anymore.  It’s disturbing that I still have people in my life who question continually why I’m still not socializing with them. I learn every single day the difference between me and anyone who supported this. If you can’t figure it out, it only validates what I know.

Let’s Talk

I think people need to take this opportunity and really start honest conversations on both sides about what can be fixed, who can change, where we can compromise so that we can all live better lives.

To do that though, we all have to be very, very honest about the people we voted for. Hillary had issues sure. She wasn’t Satan. And Trump is not the Messiah.

You cannot tell me honestly that as a good person, just a good person you would ever condone his behavior if he said any of what he’s said, tweeted, or done in your personal presence. You wouldn’t condone it if he did or said those things to your wife, mother, or daughter. You would not tolerate your own sons speaking to people, fucking over people like he does.

Stop talking about Hillary. No one cares about her anymore lol. We care about the awful person you people act like the sun rises and sets for. We are good people too. The difference is, we are able to tell the truth about the people we vote for. Hillary did some stupid shit, but you know what? She didn’t do it alone (approval from others for Benghazi/Congress slashed security at Embassy, others in government use private emails, cell phones, and servers) and she doesn’t come close to compromising my personal safety like the Rapey Cheeto does.

So let’s get real, let’s have a real conversation where we talk about something relevant because the Clinton’s no longer are. Let’s talk about something other than safe spaces, coloring books, and puppies. Let’s talk about your incoherent belief that your opinion is now fact and anything else is fake news. Let’s talk about Rapey Cheeto’s ties to Russia and Israel. Better, let’s talk about Congress and how they plan to shut down everyone who isn’t a part of the 1% and how you can help prevent your friends, family, and neighbors from dying.

And finally let’s all make an agreement right now that since you voted for Trump, when war breaks out, you get to sign up to serve first. Then your sons and daughters and then your grandchildren. I didn’t vote for him. I’ll not fight for him.