2016 Will Never Fucking End

There have been nothing but issues with the counters and sink and the shower door and I have been bitching up a storm to my mom, and she texted me that a tree had fallen on my younger brother’s house.

I am going to bed, because I may have to head down and make decisions regarding his house since he is away on vacation, the power company won’t touch the tree because the homeowner is not there, and the insurance agent is no doubt just scheming up ways to figure out how to fuck him.

Something Nice

The best way I can compare my mood right now is the trash compactor scene in Star Wars, where I am living in a fetid world of Trump shit, while the walls are closing in, I have a sick sense of impending doom, and the media keeps grabbing me by the ankle trying to pull me under into the noxious shit and choke the life out of me. I have never been as horrified and terrified by an election in my life. I feel like I am on death row, and the preferred means of execution is force-feeding me puke and bile and racist, sexist shit.

So here is something fun and sweet and nice:


I hope in 50 years, long after I am dead, these two kids are still besties like Patrick Stewart and Ian McKellan and running around being like our Betty White for future generations.

Excellent Read: “The white flight of Derek Black”

People change, sometimes even for the better. Eli Saslow, in the Washington Post:

Their public conference had been interrupted by a demonstration march and a bomb threat, so the white nationalists decided to meet secretly instead. They slipped past police officers and protesters into a hotel in downtown Memphis. The country had elected its first black president just a few days earlier, and now in November 2008, dozens of the world’s most prominent racists wanted to strategize for the years ahead.

The room was filled in part by former heads of the Ku Klux Klan and prominent neo-Nazis, but one of the keynote speeches had been reserved for a Florida community college student who had just turned 19. Derek Black was already hosting his own radio show. He had launched a white nationalist website for children and won a local political election in Florida. “The leading light of our movement,” was how the conference organizer introduced him, and then Derek stepped to the lectern.

“The way ahead is through politics,” he said. “We can infiltrate. We can take the country back.”

Years before Donald Trump launched a presidential campaign based in part on the politics of race and division, a group of avowed white nationalists was working to make his rise possible by pushing its ideology from the radical fringes ever closer to the far conservative right. Many attendees in Memphis had transformed over their careers from Klansmen to white supremacists to self-described “racial realists,” and Derek Black represented another step in that evolution.

He never used racial slurs. He didn’t advocate violence or lawbreaking. He had won a Republican committee seat in Palm Beach County, Fla., where Trump also had a home, without ever mentioning white nationalism, talking instead about the ravages of political correctness, affirmative action and unchecked Hispanic immigration.

He was not only a leader of racial politics but also a product of them. His father, Don Black, had created Stormfront, the Internet’s first and largest white nationalist site, with 300,000 users and counting. His mother, Chloe, had once been married to David Duke, one of the country’s most infamous racial zealots, and Duke had become Derek’s godfather. They had raised Derek at the forefront of the movement, and some white nationalists had begun calling him “the heir.”…

Eight years later, that future they envisioned in Memphis was finally being realized in the presidential election of 2016. Donald Trump was retweeting white supremacists. Hillary Clinton was making speeches about the rise of white hate and quoting David Duke, who had launched his own campaign for the U.S. Senate.

White nationalism had bullied its way toward the very center of American politics, and yet, one of the people who knew the ideology best was no longer anywhere near that center. Derek had just turned 27, and instead of leading the movement, he was trying to untangle himself not only from the national moment but also from a life he no longer understood…
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The Post Forum is Arguably Worse than the Forum


This Lurch looking marine who asked about the VA just validated Hillary’s response, then said he didn’t really think she answered it.

Moderator: Your choices are vanilla or ebola.

Independent- I dunno, I’m still undecided. Vanilla didn’t give me the answer I wanted.

Seriously, stop interviewing independents.

Mission Unpossible- The Toothening

Today was the longest god damned day ever. Left the house to take Christion to a dental appointment at 7 am, 2 1/12 hours later learned they couldn’t do anything, so we came home before driving to the urgent care clinic at WVU 90 minutes away. Get halfway home and find out the entire town of Bethany is basically shut down because there was apparently a hostage situation at the fraternity house 150 yards away from me:

Police are investigating after initial reports of a possible hostage crisis at a frat house at Bethany College early Tuesday morning.

That report turned out to be incorrect and police say they were looking into an armed invasion, which proved to be the case. Calls came in to the Brooke County Sheriff’s Office around 7 o’clock of a suspicious individual with a shotgun. The person is said to have been seen on two different floors of the Sigma Nu fraternity house and fleeing the scene in a white Acura sedan.

Bethany, where even our hostage situations turn out to be boring as fuck.

So we got the animals ready for us to be gone for the day and beat a hasty retreat to the WVU dental clinic in Morgantown, which, by the way, starts TOMORROW, so traffic was fucking miserable. Christion was in agony, I was ready to kill someone, AND NO ONE ANYWHERE KNOWS HOW TO FUCKING USE TURN SIGNALS. Three hours later we got back on the road with Christion looking like the elephant man, spitting blood into a cup and sounding like Slingblade because he couldn’t talk. Drove through a driving rainstorm at 30mph the whole way home, and Steve had for some reason or another pissed on the bathroom mat and the entire house smelled horrible. I’m guessing his royal goddamned highness, who doesn’t use a litter box, didn’t want to go outside in the rain.

Came to come get some work done and my fucking computer chair’s hydraulics apparently have given up the ghost and I am now sitting somewhat underneath my desk looking up at my monitor.

I’m still sober though and Lily gave me a kiss, so it’s not all bad.

CNN Debate Open Thread

I’ve done you all the courtesy of installing a camera in my living room so you can watch my reaction to the debates live.

Against my better judgment, I’ll probably be tweeting during this shitshow.

Just a reminder for Medicare

As the Democratic primary season actually starts to heat up anywhere other than in the households and computer screens of political junkies of the Democratic Party, here is a public service announcement:

Medicare is decent insurance but not great insurance. It’s actuarial value is roughly 84% on average, and there is no limit on total exposure of individual costs if a person runs up a million dollar claim. There are some odd limitations on benefits and services, and there are significant barriers to integrating non-medical services into the payment schema to reduce total medical spending while also improving quality of life.  Medicare is vastly superior to the next best alternative for a 77 year old but it is not an optimal insurance plan.

And now that I’ve thrown that hand grenade into the discussion, let’s also have a civil conversation of Mac vs. PC.

Open Thread