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Sorry...need to vent / howl at the moon (NOT about TFG either)

I was awoken this morning by my wife saying "I need you to come downstairs right now"...that in and of itself was ominous.
So, I am panicky...last night, my oldest daughter had an ER visit due to slicing her thumb open where it hits the palm and my wife was with her until almost midnight as a result. I immediately started thinking something was wrong with her and began to get light-headed and that sick hollow gut feeling too.

Then my wife tells me - "someone stole your car...".
Out of our driveway, between 12:30 AM and 6:00 AM.

Now, there is more to this...I got really distracted last night and as a result of that, my key fob for the car was left in the cup holder, underneath a rag that I had used to dust off the dash after spilling soda on it while driving. Between an impending overseas trip, my daughter's mishap with her thumb and getting the groceries out of the trunk, I simply forgot to grab the keys.

By the time I realized this after my wife told me about the theft, I just got sick to my stomach. This is such a violation of my sense of security and peace of mind...I mean for god's sake, one freaking bad night turned into an unbelievable nightmare and I just needed to let off steam because I was in a blind rage earlier and nothing good can come of that state of anger I was in.

OK...I need to go try and get calmed down before I give myself a heart attack here...what a crappy morning.

Seeking calming vibes...

My family is in the midst of a crisis.

We lost mom to COVID-19 and cancer in November. Yesterday, my father travelled from Chicago to St. Louis, he flew in and it was the first time he did anything since mom's passing. Just over an hour ago, I received a frantic phone call from my sister that dad was having symptoms of a stroke.

He is being hospitalized and is alert, but slurred and showing signs of a left side stroke - loss of strength, garbled speech. The h

I am not religious in any way, but I need calming warm thoughts to be able to hold this together right now...

To my anonymous heart donors...THANK YOU!

It always brings a smile to my face, often in times I could really use it!
Might even make me a little less curmudgeonly for a while!

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Can the senators who voted to NOT accept the will of the people be excluded in Senate trial?

There are 9 co-seditionists that voted to support objections to either or both AZ and PA totals.

If they are excluded from the Senate as jurors, then the 100 becomes 91. If Perdue is also excluded due to having lost his seat that may be 90 (or still 91, but with Ossoff instead of Perdue)...

So 2/3rd majority of senators would no longer be 67, it would be 61. That would lower the threshold of conviction significantly and make removal from office (or simply stripping the right to ever again hold ANY office or trust under the United States) ... which might be the best outcome we are going to see?

Do I have that wrong or twisted?

Did anyone think to cut off the internet at the Capitol during this assault?

There were unauthorized people looking at files and computers and e-mails...was the sitaution addressed or are they STILL rooting through things now, hours later?

October 16 - 28, 1962 - 13 days Cuban Missile Crisis - closest to extinction ever...

January 6 - 20, 2021 - 14 days = Trump Missile Crisis...he CANNOT be trusted to maintain the nuclear codes, period.

"Lions for Lambs" - 2007 film much overlooked and should be seen and discussed more

Rewatched it today - Redford, Streep, Cruise, all give great performances, but its the content that is so moving.

Yes, it is totally a part of the time - anti-Afghan/Iraq debacle, pro-home investments, but the fact is I can't stop thinking about some of the ideas in the film - especially the idea of MANDATORY ONE YEAR SOCIAL SERVICE FOR ALL AMERICANS in public or private schools...not necessarily a military or bust option either...a year of community service, designed to enrich understanding and get people working together as AMERICANS once more.

We need something similar now for sure. At any rate, if you have not seen the film, it is well worth a watch, but be forewarned, it does trigger some latent or buried anger at the Bush administration that has currently been engulfed by Trump and his malfeasance.

I am overwhelming depressed due to the circumstances around COVID-19 and its impact to my life and my family and my community and my country, but there is some glimmer of hope when IDEAS can still find ways to make being 'Americans' mean something again...more than being a political faction only...

My mother passed this morning...her memory lives on and gives me strength...I love you mom!

In the age of COVID-19, our family's suffering and story is not unique; and the fact that it is not unique makes it worse.
A lot worse. I thank all who are part of this community that read these thoughts and emotions and cannot express the thanks in my soul for such people and the comfort their empathy and compassion provides in this dark day for me.

There was no bed-side vigil, or final goodbyes in person, or around her hospital bed at the end. A positive COVID-19 test last week was the last shoe to drop in a losing fight that had been growing increasingly grim all year, permanently sealing 2020 in my memory as the worst year of my nearly 50 on this Earth. Being in the hospital was rough enough, with quarantines and policies necessary to protect the workers and staff and patients from an out of control outbreak...I understand the needs and the reasons and the horror of the entire situation, but I am still living the uncertainty, the feelings of powerlessness and doubt and the fear of my father's pending test results. I have been grieving and dreading today for a long time; but in the end, when the finality hits your heart and rends you into an uncontrollable sob because of a random memory, there are no words or comfort that assuages the pain or dulls the loss in that moment. Grief comes to us all in unique forms and durations, but we are all eventually to share in this feeling. I am vacillating between Anger and Depression now. I've been sad for days in anticipation of what we knew was inevitable before Halloween. Its terrible arrival is no comfort or release, only waves of emotion and sadness.

COVID dominated the last 9 months for my family - from the tortured journey my parents embarked on to get home (outside of Chicago) from Florida at the height of the initial outbreak in late-March; to the fear of contraction during my mother's continuing treatments for returned (and aggressive) tumors in May, to the last month of hospitals, rehab attempts and transfers. Mom was afraid of contracting it in her immuno-compromised condition, dad was scared he would be a carrier and infect mom in her weakened condition, my siblings and myself and all of the grandchildren were forced to stay away and to only communicate from afar - via phones and facetime and coldly clinical technology. I will forever feel robbed, not cheated by death and its inevitability or hurtful finality...those are the same for us all, varying only in intensity and duration...but cheated by a virus and by a society torn apart for reasons that will never make sense to me, not now, not next year, not ever. Not when the virus is eventually subdued, not when life returns to 'normal' or whatever comes to pass for 'normal' in time.

I will feel cheated and robbed of those moments forever; and that pain will not subside, nor will the seared memory of the fact that it might have turned out differently. I will NOT soil this remembrance of my mother and her life and her love of family with the names of those I believe in my soul are at least partly responsible for the amplification of pain my family - and so many more families touched by COVID or simply denied closure and comfort by its spread and nefarious nature, are experiencing. That is a wound that will never heal; and a responsibility that can never be forgiven on this Earth. I will do my level best to struggle through this, and will lean on my family and support to dull its edge and get it put into a place that does not dominate my thoughts; but that day is not today and that desired outcome feels very distant in this moment. Its very raw, very acidic, very present today and will be for some time to come.

I am consciously refusing to give the hate and anger and rage bubbling in my psyche any traction right now. It is an exhausting effort because every fiber of me wants to scream and rage and howl at the moon and the wall and the TV that this is not fair, this is not just, this is not the way it was supposed to be. And even as this struggle burns on, in the quiet times between anger and upset, between sadness and helplessness...there are moments of peace, remembrance and the undying, eternal love that my mother had for her family, my dad, my sister and brother, myself and all of her 9 grandchildren.

Mom fought an incredibly brave fight with cancer for nearly 20 years. There was despair and near certainty in me 19 years ago when we first heard the diagnosis: Cancer. Aggressive, invasive tumors. Immediate surgery and treatments are necessary. At the time, we were fearful that what had happened to her mother (dying too young from cancer in her 40's) was about to happen once more, that a horrible familial history would have its rhyme and for no reason. Grandma was only with us for a very short time in my life, passing away while I was an infant, and succumbing to the same cancer that struck mom. But mom fought through it, she recovered once and then again, and again, and again, and again, and again...until the very end - fighting and enduring pain and discomfort in a body that could no longer contain or carry her spirit.

She went through too many rounds of remission and recurrence in all over the past 18 years, chemotherapy and surgeries, up until the end when she was part of an experimental treatment protocol from May to October of this year. Mom succumbed to cancer this morning, she had given everything possible and leaves us with a lifetime of memories and decades of borrowed time that I am forever thankful for... Mom has physically left this world, but the lessons and love that she leaves behind will remain and persist even beyond my own time here. There are a million stories of her racing in my head today, but they are for future memories and re-livings in better times, amidst friends and family and in better, brighter days.

It is fitting to me that today is overcast, and autumnal. The view out the window fits my emotions and envelopes them completely. My mother's fight and pain are over, and this will take a long time to lessen...but her life and the memories and unconditional love left with those who knew her best and closest will carry on and will light the way until we find a brighter day in the future.

Rest in peace mom, your fight gave us all so many gifts and irreplaceable memories that we are eternally grateful for.
I love you Bubba, and always will...

Need help from photshop-savvy peeps...

Can someone mock up what the State of the Union is going to look like next?
(Speaker Pelosi, VP Harris, President Biden)?

LOVE THIS!!! (LeBron James)


Suck it Tangerine Meance...YOU'RE FIRED!!!!
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