A friend shared this article from The Atlantic. The timeline of the Trump dumpster fire of the prior ten days is nicely laid out in a way that doesn’t make my  head all ‘splodey.

Well… except for the fact that it’s not even taking today’s news cycle into account. It’s not even 2:00 p.m. yet and we’re having a hell of a day.

 

After an extraordinary 10 days, the tenure of the chief executive may have deteriorated beyond his ability to repair it.

Source: The Trump Presidency Falls Apart – The Atlantic


As a life blogger, it’s not exactly a rare thing to have difficulty choosing a topic and writing about it. Writer’s block is a real thing. 🙂

What I’ve been having trouble with for the past month is on the other end of the writing spectrum of difficulty: I’ve been trying to write about the dumpster fire that is the current White House Administration and fraudulent president, but every time I try to write something it’s either obsolete before I finish writing or there are six other things that should either be added or have their own entries.

While I thought it would give me satisfaction to watch Trump go down in smoke and flames, while I dance around him pointing at those who voted for him singing, “Told ya so!” it’s really giving me no satisfaction at all. I’m not dancing. I’m not laughing. I’m not singing.

I never really wanted to do the dance. I do enjoy, a little bit, the occasional pettiness of telling someone, “I told you so,” but I’m sporting about it. I tell them ahead of time that if I’m right about something and they go ahead and do the opposite, that I’ll say, “I told you so.” I’m equally sporting in that if I don’t give the warning, I won’t say it.

I did want to be wrong about Trump with every fiber of my being.

I’ve prayed harder than I ever have in my life for his success; for him become a true patriot; for him to care about others besides himself; for him to be ethical, moral, kind, compassionate, generous, and to be so even when it’s in private and not a photo op; for him to be honest, truthful, and to expect the same high standards from those he surrounds himself with.

What I am is embarrassed, ashamed, fearful, and anxious that what I thought could happen was far exceeded prior to 100 days. Those feelings have doubled in the days since April 29th 2017.

America is viewed globally as weak and as a laughingstock. We are viewed as extremely volatile and dangerous. We are viewed as ignorant and undignified. After all, we “elected” a man without education, class, morals, ethics, refinement, nor any sort of interpersonal or soft skills and is utterly lacking in business skills or common sense.

Because I simply can’t get into everything without my skull imploding and my fingers turning bloody from typing, let me share this:

We have “no way to know” if the Russians bugged the Oval Office when they visited Trump the other day. No way to know? NO WAY to know? Please, Mr Tillerson… Rex…  Please Rex, give us something anything please oh please give us something more than “we have no way to know” please omg please are you fucking kidding me? We don’t have some way, I don’t know, using some sort of technology from one of our intelligence agencies or something to detect bugs? Are we really that inept? Or are we that broke? Do spy movies and TV shows have a bigger budget than the White House Security and NSA for really cool anti-intelligence spy intelligence technology shit?

How about you reassure us that the Russians being confused about what was supposed to actually be considered classified material during that 25 minute meeting isn’t far more concerning than it sounds? How about reassuring us about the fact that Trump shared 50 unscripted things with them? You know, classified thing; things he wasn’t supposed to tell them that are apparently, you know, considered classified. Were there any launch codes in there? Locations of black ops teams? Details about our fighter jets and missiles? Mrs Field’s Cookies recipes?

I’m thinking that what the Russians are really saying is,

“We’re confused. What classified intel do you think he told us… that we didn’t already know?”

I’m a mother. I’m a wife. I can read between lines.

It’s pretty easy to read this: stop saying that Trump “allegedly” told the Russians classified material. It’s not alleged when he admitted publicly that he did it. He can’t even keep a secret in 140 characters or less on Twitter, did anyone think he could or would keep State Secrets from Putin?


Last week I had a neurology check up. I love this guy. He took it very seriously that I had a migraine that was on its ninth day, and showed no sign of alleviating. I’d been taking my daily med religiously; I’d been taking the Imitrex when it got out of control. I’d even been taking Advil on occasion in order to make it through work. I told him that I’d missed two days of work in spite of it all, and wasn’t sleeping even on the weekend.

He prescribed Prednisone, which he said would likely leave me feeling wired like after having way too much caffeine. He said not to take the Imitrex with it, because the efficacy of the Imitrex would be non-existent while on the steroid. I should feel better after the 2nd or 3rd day, taking 5 tablets the first 3 days in the morning; then 4 tabs; then 3; and so on.

I started the Prednisone on Wednesday of last week. I’m feeling “better” but the weather we’ve had hasn’t entirely helped. I’ve had restless sleep thanks to pain, which of course hasn’t helped. Over the weekend any rest I attempted was interrupted by the girls, the Mister, or Leo calling for his Mama. That dog likes to wake everyone up by 7:30 am. If I’m not downstairs by 8:30 am on a weekend he calls me specifically, with this whiny barking that gets urgent, so I end up having to go downstairs to let him hug me. Yup, he’s a hugger. I had to train him to be a polite gentleman dog and hug “properly” so that he wouldn’t knock me down. Goober.

I think that if I can get some long, uninterrupted sleep while on the Prednisone, it’ll work much better. The cats like to take care of me when I’m in bed, so they won’t be a problem. It’s the rest of the clan. 🙂

I went to work today, and I’ll be honest, I should have stayed in bed after the kids got on their rides to school. The Prednisone isn’t wiring me up, it’s making me sleepy. Neat trick.

What worries me at the moment is that if that damned Trumpcare bill passes? Migraines aren’t covered. I could be denied healthcare coverage simply for my migraines. Forget everything else I have to cope with. Migraines can keep me from any sort of healthcare insurance because the bill, if passed into legislation, will allow insurance companies to deny me coverage as a pre-existing condition. That means out of pocket if I see my neurology; if I have to go the emergency room for debilitating migraines that only the hospital can handle; for any of my migraine control medications. That’s thousands upon thousands of dollars a year. If they deem me suitable to cover at all, migraines alone could raise my premium thousands upon thousands of dollars a year.

Just the migraines.

I’m not talking about a little pain in the head. I’m not talking about a headache that some rest and avoiding sex for a night will take care of.

I’m talking about truly debilitating problems that are neurological in nature. Migraines are painful in the eyes, behind the eyes, in the top of the head, behind the head. They cause vision problems. There are sparkles, floaters, auras in front of the eyes. There’s tunnel vision. There’s blackout vision, where nothing is visible at all. There’s vertigo. There are auditory problems, sometimes a blocking of the ears and sometimes hypersensitivity. There can be auditory, visual, tactile, and olfactory hallucinations. Any combination of these symptoms can cause nausea, and vomiting. Fever can occur during migraines. Difficulty and slurring of speech can occur. Inability to walk and stand upright, or even to sit. Light sensitivity. Skin sensitivity.

There is a complete lack of function. It’s debilitating. Literally debilitating. The worst of a migraine is like having a seizure and stroke at the same time. It takes a lot out of you physically and emotionally. You want to scream, cry, beg, plead, but you can’t even think straight let alone speak. You’re forced to ride it out.

Luckily, most of the time mine have been under control by taking Topomax daily. I take the Imitrex for breakthrough migraines that need to be put under control when Advil doesn’t work. After a week, more than that, when that didn’t work, I finally needed to figure out what to do with my doctor. And if this doesn’t help, I don’t know what the next step is. But we’ll get there.

I’ll only get there if the current law, the AHCA, remains in place.


Excellent blog entry.

How to spot Fascism before it’s too late


      

….continue in the blog entry by clicking the link

Source: Strength Through Unity – by Maia Kobabe


This blog entry below was written by Jess, a mom blogger that I follow from “a diary of a mom.” She’s an inspiration as a parent that’s a true advocate for her autistic daughter and other individuals like her. As she learns, so do I.

I urge you to please, please read this entry she’s written. I don’t care which side of the Trumpcare support/nonsupport you fall on.

 

I have much to say about the events of the past few days. About the process by which this monumental piece of legislation was jammed through the House. About how some of those who voted for it admi…

Source: we are better than this | a diary of a mom


Every night before bed, I pray for what feels like the privilege to awaken with my family.

I pray for Mr. Trump to achieve, at the very least, mediocrity. If that can’t occur, I pray, then please keep his fucking hands off Twitter.

 

I’ve figured out why almost all of Mr. Trump’s adult children are assigned to high positions of government without ever having worked a day in their lives, even though they’ve been groomed to believe that they have: they’re intelligent enough to have figured out that they’re the only ones who can even attempt getting close enough to do damage control. They’re the only ones who can maybe, possibly get something done and then allow their father to take the credit.

But really… they’re the only ones who know just how deep his complete and utter lack of capabilities to do the simplest of tasks goes. They are there to cover for him. It worked, to a point, during the campaign. It worked enough that his rabid fans and some voters on the fence as well as die-hard Bern-outs were conned into voting for him.

Even those of us who knew better, researched him, learned about him, paid attention to what he said and did, didn’t really understand the true depth of what we witnessed in horror. We knew he was unethical, amoral, bigoted, misogynistic, selfish. We knew he meant every single disgusting thing he said.

We underestimated his lack of education, so many of us thinking his uneducated comments were calculated to be geared toward the uneducated voters and those who turned their back on their education.

It turns out that he really is that uneducated, in fact it’s so bad that he’s unintelligent. He’s not intellectually disabled. He’s not disabled at all.

We underestimated just how black his soul, if he has any part of it left, really is.

So don’t let anyone that armchair diagnoses him with a mental health disability fool you into thinking he’s just in need of some ADA accommodations, therapy, and medication and then we’ll have a spectacular president. He’s not impaired, but the country is thanks to him and those he’s surrounded himself with as well as the politicians that set up the groundwork to put him there, thinking they could control him.

Don’t blame the Democrats for this mess. Oh, no. That’s the narrative that Trump and the Republicans are feeding us, and the narrative that the media is now buying into.

I suppose it’s a lot easier to blame Hillary Clinton and the Democratic Party for being out of touch than to call attention to the fact that “in touch” means that the country is far more willing to elect a known criminal and believe his lies than to elect a woman. “In touch” means that we allowed an actual criminal to collude with an enemy state to interfere with and steal an election. “In touch” means that we now allow political parties to define themselves by religion, to align themselves with supposed religious ideations, and to suppress human rights with them. “In touch” means that we wanted it to be acceptable to be openly racist, bigoted, misogynistic, abusive, discriminatory, and expect that no one call us out on it let alone call the police on it considering, you know, that shit is illegal.

 

 

It’s even easier to blame the Democratic Party for “stealing” the nomination from B.Sanders even though he was never truly a Democrat, and they knew it. He knew it. He was an Independent Party politician running as a Democrat, and he wasn’t running with good faith. He should have trusted in his own party and run as Independent. I may like a lot of what that man has to say, at least now in this part of his career, but I’ll never forgive him for the ready-made excuse he handed the media and Republicans. Luckily for him, the Democratic Party is classy enough to refrain from bringing it up even if I’m not.

And so now we have the Republicans trying to cover their asses with this commission “looking into the FBI” and how they did or did not handle investigating Hillary Clinton’s e-mails? And they’re insistent with this commission not on finding out the truth regarding Trump’s collusion and that of his staff into treason, but those who accused them of Russian ties and the rest of the Russian mess. Because you know… they  need a really good bait and switch right about now.

Which tells me that there’s another Something Big that the FBI is going to be sharing soon, and it won’t be pretty for the Trump administration. What better timing than now to have a ready made excuse to fire Comey. And Trump just isn’t that intelligent… but his children are.

 

Source: George Will: Trump disabled by inability to think, speak clearly | TheHill


The bill repealing the protections laid out in the Americans Health Care Act will affect every single person that needs health care unless you happen to be lucky enough to be a millionaire or billionaire and cost means nothing to you. What this bill actually does is blow up all positive steps forward in the current Americans Health Care Act (ie. Obamacare).

And sneaky, sneaky Pence and Ryan snuck into the bill a prohibition of using tax credits to buy insurance that would provide coverage for abortions. Now, “abortion” is a catch-all term medically speaking for the necessity to terminate a pregnancy. If someone has a miscarriage or a situation where the fetus is failing to thrive, there’s a D & C but it’s not called that when they write up the file and submit it to insurance. The coding is for an abortion. It doesn’t state the circumstances, willingness, or unwillingness of the mother.

All this bill does is attempt to dismantle President Obama’s legacy by inflicting stereotypical, hateful, evangelistic, extremist, immoral, unethical views from a sect of christianity that’s wormed its way into our government all the way to the top. It breaks my heart as a Christian. It breaks my heart as a mother, daughter, wife, friend. This can’t go unanswered.

The vote is TODAY. It’s still not too late to tell your Senators to stop this in its tracks.

 

The House is set to vote Thursday on the latest version of Republicans’ Obamacare repeal legislation.

Source: Obamacare repeal bill: What does it actually do?

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