Who the Hell is Heather Cox Richardson Anyway, & Why Do I Care What She Says?
I've been invoking FB's 30-day-snooze feature left & right over the past few days because my blue-voting acquaintances have been driving me quite mad with their endless quotations from Heather Cox Richardson.
I’m inviting you to be not okay with me. As Heather Cox Richardson says…
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I don’t know who Heather Cox Richardson is but her banal pronouncements are boring as shit to read and remind me once again of something I first noticed back when I lived in Monterey but worked for ICM and thus spent many, many hours driving between San Francisco & Los Angeles.
I listened to a lot of talk radio while I drove, alternating between Rush Limbaugh & various progressive talk radio stations.
I greatly preferred Rush Limbaugh.
Rush Limbaugh was entertaining. I didn’t agree with a single opinion he spouted, but he did make me laugh.
Democrats & liberals in general-no matter how much I may agree with their political & social agendas-do not make me laugh. They’re not entertaining.
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On FB yesterday, I also found out:
There will be a huge uptick in suicides in the next three months as SSI, Disability, & food stamps get yanked, & people succumb to despair. (This may well be true though if it is, it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy ‘cause it will take more than three months to eliminate SSI, Disability, & food stamps.)
Don’t buy any Christmas presents. Save your money! ‘Cause soon it will be worthless. (This makes no sense at all because if your money’s gonna be worthless, common sense dictates spending it now while it can still buy something.)
Old people? They are coming after your Social Security & Medicare. You are gonna starve, be homeless, have nothing. Save up all your heart pills! It’s a relatively painless way to go. (This is just ridiculous. I totally believe that the Trump administration will go after Medicaid, but a significant portion of the base is over 65, so Social Security & Medicare are sacrosanct.)
Delete your Fitbit app! It tracks your periods. If you’re late, the Baby Police will come after you. (This one may actually be on the mark.)
Gay people? The Gestapo is coming for you. (Doubt it. Peter Thiel, J.D. Vance’s techno-overlord, is gay.)
Homeless people? The Gestapo is coming for you. (This one may be true.)
Black people? People of Color generally? Sundown towns are ba-a-a-ck! Don’t go out after dusk. (Probably some truth to that one, too.)
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I also saw this map-which I found intriguing:
If I had more time, I'd love to run some kind of statistical correlation using this raw data and the 2024 election results.
Though we already know Trump owns the adult American population without college degrees.
In other news:
Iggy made the trek to the second floor yesterday.
I had been resolutely avoiding interaction since he came back upstate, confining myself to cheery Hellos and observations about the chickens and the weather.
Iggy was hot to give me updates on his love life and agonize over a misadventure he’d just had driving back from Pine Bush on Rte 52:
“So, I’m driving along, and I see this raccoon just sitting there in the middle of the road. So, I slow down, stop the car, and try to figure out some way to help get the raccoon to the other side of the road. And then this asshole in a monster truck comes racing up behind me! And he’s actually furious because I wanted to save an animal from getting hit by a car, and I cost him maybe one minute of travel time!! What a dick!”
Should I tell Iggy raccoons are primarily nocturnal & crepuscular, and if you see one in the daytime, there’s a good chance it has rabies and one of the kindest things you can do for it is give it a quick death by hitting it with your car? I wondered.
Nah.
Iggy got bored with Shanti, she of the long, crinkly golden hair and prominent camel toe.
“Why?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he said. “She’s nice & all that. But she just doesn’t hold my interest.”
Last night’s guest was Sami-who also has long, crinkly golden hair though no camel toe that I could discern.
Gus looked mortified. Withdrew even more than usual.
The parent in me marvels that Iggy is parading casual sex partners in front of the 14-year-old son he ostensibly bought this house to hang out with.
But hey!
None of my business.
I’m inviting you to be not okay with me. As Heather Cox Richardson says…
###
I don’t know who Heather Cox Richardson is but her banal pronouncements are boring as shit to read and remind me once again of something I first noticed back when I lived in Monterey but worked for ICM and thus spent many, many hours driving between San Francisco & Los Angeles.
I listened to a lot of talk radio while I drove, alternating between Rush Limbaugh & various progressive talk radio stations.
I greatly preferred Rush Limbaugh.
Rush Limbaugh was entertaining. I didn’t agree with a single opinion he spouted, but he did make me laugh.
Democrats & liberals in general-no matter how much I may agree with their political & social agendas-do not make me laugh. They’re not entertaining.
###
On FB yesterday, I also found out:
There will be a huge uptick in suicides in the next three months as SSI, Disability, & food stamps get yanked, & people succumb to despair. (This may well be true though if it is, it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy ‘cause it will take more than three months to eliminate SSI, Disability, & food stamps.)
Don’t buy any Christmas presents. Save your money! ‘Cause soon it will be worthless. (This makes no sense at all because if your money’s gonna be worthless, common sense dictates spending it now while it can still buy something.)
Old people? They are coming after your Social Security & Medicare. You are gonna starve, be homeless, have nothing. Save up all your heart pills! It’s a relatively painless way to go. (This is just ridiculous. I totally believe that the Trump administration will go after Medicaid, but a significant portion of the base is over 65, so Social Security & Medicare are sacrosanct.)
Delete your Fitbit app! It tracks your periods. If you’re late, the Baby Police will come after you. (This one may actually be on the mark.)
Gay people? The Gestapo is coming for you. (Doubt it. Peter Thiel, J.D. Vance’s techno-overlord, is gay.)
Homeless people? The Gestapo is coming for you. (This one may be true.)
Black people? People of Color generally? Sundown towns are ba-a-a-ck! Don’t go out after dusk. (Probably some truth to that one, too.)
###
I also saw this map-which I found intriguing:
If I had more time, I'd love to run some kind of statistical correlation using this raw data and the 2024 election results.
Though we already know Trump owns the adult American population without college degrees.
In other news:
Iggy made the trek to the second floor yesterday.
I had been resolutely avoiding interaction since he came back upstate, confining myself to cheery Hellos and observations about the chickens and the weather.
Iggy was hot to give me updates on his love life and agonize over a misadventure he’d just had driving back from Pine Bush on Rte 52:
“So, I’m driving along, and I see this raccoon just sitting there in the middle of the road. So, I slow down, stop the car, and try to figure out some way to help get the raccoon to the other side of the road. And then this asshole in a monster truck comes racing up behind me! And he’s actually furious because I wanted to save an animal from getting hit by a car, and I cost him maybe one minute of travel time!! What a dick!”
Should I tell Iggy raccoons are primarily nocturnal & crepuscular, and if you see one in the daytime, there’s a good chance it has rabies and one of the kindest things you can do for it is give it a quick death by hitting it with your car? I wondered.
Nah.
Iggy got bored with Shanti, she of the long, crinkly golden hair and prominent camel toe.
“Why?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he said. “She’s nice & all that. But she just doesn’t hold my interest.”
Last night’s guest was Sami-who also has long, crinkly golden hair though no camel toe that I could discern.
Gus looked mortified. Withdrew even more than usual.
The parent in me marvels that Iggy is parading casual sex partners in front of the 14-year-old son he ostensibly bought this house to hang out with.
But hey!
None of my business.