By Kelly Mahan Jaramillo
I did not ask you to flip out.
Settle Down, Man! Use your (okay we will not say liberal/logical) head!
Oy-ah-mey
The RNC – Resisting Norm Coleman – A tribute to DeadBrain, US.
By Kelly Mahan Jaramillo, March 16th 2009
I miss writing for DeadBrain, US. Even though the editor, Allen Voivod, decided to hang it up and move forward with his, and Lani Voivod’s, business, Epiphanies, I would still write “The Health Report” in my head as I lay in bed, unable to sleep due to chronic insomnia.
Then, Obama won and I felt a release – I am so happy with my President, what is left to make fun of?
Well, that was a worry that lasted all of five minutes.
The RNC has gone insane, and now writing satire would be just plain mean.
During the years of the Bush Administration, all of us at DeadBrain were writing out of angry desperation, and it added great bite to the wonderful writers satirical work that I had the great honor to be invited into, 4 years ago.
But now, it would just feel like kicking an old, mean Rottweiler.
Don’t get me wrong, that dog has killed so many people, someone needs to shoot it, period. But torture it? No, that job is not for those of us who voted for Obama, as angry as we still may be.
I would like the war criminals of the administration brought to justice, not thrown into Gitmo, no matter how much fun that little one a.m. fantasy is in my head.
Yes, I did cringe at the Inauguration, hearing the loud boo-ing at George W. Bush. How strange it felt, to feel sorry for a guy whom I have despised for years.
There is still reason to be wary, as the Republican base is so critically insane that God knows what the Republican Leaders will do to salvage the last scrap of power – - I shudder.
But back to DeadBrain – I think we would have fun with a few who seem to feel that they are still running the show, but as far as my column, “The Health Report”, I think it would have dwindled into easy, mean-spirited jokes – so despite feeling at a loss these days, I would rather wander around wondering what to do next than write cheap and mean.
I may turn this blog away from so much politics for a bit. The occasional roar will come out, trust me. Such as this latest news, the RNC considering replacing Michael Steele with Norm Coleman – replace a guy who showed, albeit momentarily, a soupçon of cojones by standing up to Rush Limbaugh, only to apologize….. I have to ask, Why, Mr. Steele?
You spoke your mind – what the hell? Is there only room for one African-American to lead? Did your party kicked your ass for being strong? And now they want to replace you with a guy who is being investigated on felony charges?
DOESN’T THAT INSULT YOU???
Michael Steele – please fight back. You could be the guy that diverts the next Civil War, for chrissake. WTF are you doing apologizing to Limbaugh? And as far as Norm Coleman goes, he should be in jail, not waiting in the wings to take your place. What is wrong with you guys?
Okay – that is it for now on politics. I am in a bit of disbelief at how ugly the hard core has become, but I remember reading once that once they lost power, they were not going to go down easy, but I wish they would go down in their own little boat and not try to drag the rest of the country with them.
I still have hope that someday, there will be moderate minds of both parties leading the way.
But, as I said many posts back, I am tired. Really, really tired. Unnaturally tired, to the point where I broke down and made a doctors appointment. For those of you who know me, this is unheard of - I avoid doctors like I avoid my family. But, just as it is necessary to have occasional interaction with my family, it has become necessary to go see a doctor.
For the last two weeks, I have been increasingly under the weather. Symptoms that match everything from peri-menopause to lymphoma.
Tip: When feeling “off” – do not self diagnose, you will go insane.
Bottom line – I have not had a physical in over 13 years, (and I do not count going to the emergency room after the car accident where they had to sew up half of my face – see photo below) and it is probably time.
I do not trust doctors, have a tendency to both self diagnose and self medicate, but this time, I am not being c’est la vie about my health. I eat well, exercise, and live in a much better climate, physically, mentally, and emotionally, than I used to.
Overnight, two weeks ago, I felt like death and continue to do so, after eliminating everything that could possibly be causing these symptoms.
That little rant on Michael Steele shows that I am still alive, still have some juice, but not a whole lot. I am parceling out the one gallon of gas I seem to have.
Spring is here is Pitt. I managed to drag myself outside today to feed the wildlife, and noticed the buds on the dead looking branches. My first real spring, and I can hardly stand up for more than five minutes.
Feeling this lousy pisses me off royally, and usually when I am angry I throw something or bust my fist through the window – - I did not have the energy today to have an emotion. Something has definitely gone haywire.
I will be back soon, sarcastic and opinionated as usual, I hope.
So until then, youse be good, no flaggin’ the flag upside down, no blaming the economic crisis on the Clinton Administration – it is the Bush administration that did it, and you all KNOW this. So while I take a break, you hardcore right folks either get your heads out of the pit of denial, or go live on an island away from the rest of us.
And one last thing for everyone – every day, say or do something nice to/for a stranger. One positive sentence goes so much farther than all of the hostile rock throwing in the world.
Ten Things
By Kelly Mahan Jaramillo, March 8, 2009
Yesterday was a rude day. I was going to write a post titled “Ten Things I Hate” – but realized that I hated more than ten things, and decided to do something else. What it was, I do not remember.
Today is better, so I thought I would try to see the upside of life and write about ten things I love.
The black and white of love and hate are so intertwined, that to declare what is loved and hated seems, well, kind of stupid.
That is all. It just seemed to be time to move past Jindal, unless I were to call him and ask for an exorcism, if he was not too busy bowing down with offerings and begging forgiveness from Jabba the Rush.
