Some days this is a lot easier said than done because I’m feeling a
bit– ok- a lot- battered today.
I’ll say it now- I’m going to have a bit of a rant today. Lord have mercy. I need it.
No, I am not enduring any sort of domestic violence. Jerry is pretty much confined to getting drunk and stupid. He will say stupid things and do stupid things, but even Jerry has that little glimmer of self preservation instinct deep with in the reptilian part of his brain that restrains him from being stupid enough to get physically violent with me. I’m not inclined toward physical contact- especially fighting- and I generally avoid him when he’s drunk. So we have a sort of détenté. When he’s wasted, I’m in my own room, usually with the dogs.
Yesterday I went to the matinee showing of 2016 with Steve-o. I’ve always appreciated Dinesh D’Souza’s commentary, and there were a number of facts brought up in the movie that I had not been aware of. It was sort of preaching to the choir as far as I’m concerned, though. The people who really need to see this movie are the people who are ill-informed or deceived enough to seriously entertain the thought of voting for Obama. I already know better than to do that. I knew better in 2008. The only bad thing about going to the movie was my abysmal coordination. Steve-o wanted to sit up toward the back, and as I was climbing the steps (which are uneven in a movie theatre) I bashed my foot on the step, and of course went down.
Thankfully I’d decided against the $7.00 Diet Coke. I detest watered-down fountain drinks anyway, but I’d been really pissed if I’d nearly face planted (I came close to it) and then ended up wearing an over priced watered down fountain drink to add insult to my injury. So now my left foot looks like someone bashed it with a hammer. I’d be surprised if my big toe isn’t broken. Even if it is, the ER can’t do anything for it other then to tell me to take Naproxen and put ice on it which I’ve already been doing. Now I’m just waiting to see how far the bruise will spread and how many colors it will turn. I’m rather easily amused.
Sort of an angry dark purple today, but it’s not too bad, if I refrain from bending it or bumping into anything. Yeah. I’m that coordinated. Had I been coordinated I’d not done this in the first place.
In spite of my rather unfortunate genetic grab bag, there are times I wish I’d been able to have more kids. Then I remember I’m still paying for the POMC, and then I’m thankful that the Hand of Providence only allowed me one.
I don’t see how anyone can afford more than one rug rat- my condolences on anyone paying for one child especially today. I don’t know how people do it with multiple mouths. Of course I will be paying back all the $$$ I had to borrow to get the POMC through school, for the next ten years, so I’m just a skoche miffed about that. If a person is considered an adult at age 18, then why the flying eff is he considered my “dependent” for the purposes of the student loan machine- even though I can’t claim him as a tax deduction- because he has been living independently and working since he was 18? Why do I get stuck with him on my insurance ’till he’s 26- (thanks Obama, for that shitty little provision) even though he works and has his own kid to support- and I end up with half of his student loans?????
I guess it’s my fault he’s white (minorities can get grants, but never whitey) and since the govt. has taken over student loans and financial aid, the kids get no help at all if their parents earn a (barely…) subsistence wage, even if the kid doesn’t live with his/her parents, which is majorly effed up.
Of course if I were on welfare and/or he belonged to ______ minority group, his education would have been free. If he had any kind of athletic prowess (though I’m glad he actually got a brain instead) he’d be playing some sport and get a free ride which baffles my mind. How many football players have an IQ higher than pond scum? I have said it many, many times. The football teams make schools like OSU and others a LOT of money. Hire guys to play football, understand the football jocks are NOT scholars, and if you’re going to give scholarships, give them to people with the intellect to do something with the education they’re offered. Of course that will never happen.
It is also a fact that if you’re female, AND white, you might as well understand there’s no scholarships and precious few grants for you to go to school no matter how poor you are. It also doesn’t matter high your IQ and/or your GPA is. A white female might as well just understand that if she wants an education, she’s going to have to pay for it (as well as for all the freeloaders) herself.
The lesson in this? Apparently white people shouldn’t breed. We just get stuck doing all the work- and then paying for everyone else who belongs to some “special group” anyway!
If you want an education, girls, better be prepared to learn on your own.
To put the turd on the icing of that little cake not only am I paying for my own kid (that, I don’t like, but I do understand) but I also get to pay for all the “special” ones who don’t have to pay too, probably even including the jocks who can’t spell their own names, but because they can run with a football, they get free rides. These are guys whose academic pursuits include such edifying courses as, “Connecting With Your Inner Child Through Sports” and “The Joys of Basket Weaving.” Maybe that’s why paying for my kid costs so damned much- because I’m not just paying for him but I’m also paying for the “freebie” kids. Is this why health insurance is so outrageous too- because everyone who has insurance is paying for everyone who doesn’t for whatever reason? I think it’s the same mentality going on, and it pisses me off.
Jerry might. The dogs do. I still use the toilet.
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Oof–hope your foot feels better!
I didn’t know ‘skoche’ was spelled that way.
Although I wasn’t able to get any minority scholarships, my blond-haired, blue eyed children are 1/8 latino. El cha-ching!