a message to all the White Supremacists and the Nazis

…a message to all the White Supremacists and the Nazis who came into Charlottesville today. Our message is plain and simple, Go home. You are not wanted in this great Commonwealth. Shame on you. You pretend that you’re patriots, but you are anything but a patriot. You want to talk about patriots…think about the patriots today the young men and women who are wearing the cloth of our country. Somewhere around the globe they are putting their lives in danger. They’re patriots. You are not.  You came here today to hurt people – and you did hurt people. Well my message is clear, we are stronger than you…You will not succeed. There is no place for you here. There is no place for you in America…

I’ll remind you all that we are a nation of immigrants. Unless you are Native American, the first ships that came to Jamestown, Virginia in 1607 and since that time many people have come to our great country to unite us. Our diversity, that mosaic tile of immigrants is what makes us so special; and we will not let anybody come here and destroy it.

So please, go home and never come back! Take your hatred, take your bigotry.

~ Terry McAuliffe, Governor of Virginia

I would add that human waste like Nathan Damigo and the rest of Identity Evropa Oakdale are not welcome back here in the Central Valley. Terrorists of any color and any alliance are not welcome anywhere here in America.

We did not fight a war against fascism in order to allow it to develop here.

~ Eleanor Roosevelt

this one matters the most

They say that there are 19 million people celebrating birthdays today. Not sure who they are, but I really don’t care.

I only care about the fact that today is this guy’s birthday.

Literally the best news of the day. You are more than welcome to focus on this good news and ignore the shit pile that was the evening news today.

Happy birthday, my darling husband. It is a very good thing to celebrate another year with you. Yeah, I’m going to keep on nagging you about your cardiologist’s orders that you aren’t really following because I want to celebrate more July 20th birthdays with you – and as many of our circus act as we can surround ourselves with.

Every year on your birthday, you get a chance to start new.

~ Sammy Hagar


because life is

Not much happening here on the old blog because life. Life is happening. Life is good. Life is not bad, but sometimes just meh. Life is busy and hot and exhausting because it’s summer and in between the everyday obligations that is being a grownup, a parent, a grandparent, someone whom others seem to need almost all the time, life is happening and at the end of the day I am not much into writing down what’s up with life under The Big Top. Besides right now it is ass hot.

Don’t worry. Life is mostly good, juicy and sweet right now – just like this bowl of cherries.

Life is just a bowl of cherries, it’s mysterious. Life is just a bowl of cherries, so live and laugh and laugh at love, love a laugh, laugh and love.

~ Bob Fosse

when in the course of human events the truth hurts

Yesterday, as I have already shared, was the anniversary of my late brother’s birthday. Of course it was also the 241st birthday of these United States and their Declaration of Independence from England and King George III – which of course all Americans know is why we have parades everywhere and why we wear all the red, white and blue stars and stripes, watch that Will Smith movie and why we enjoy anything and everything under the hot July sun, as well as the blowing up of all the rockets red glare, legal and illegal.

We all do know this?


Of course we all do because we are Americans it’s ‘murica that we are celebrating as we celebrate our Independence Day.


Naturally, it would be safe to assume that all of us Americans would recognize the Declaration of Independence because, after all, that is what we are celebrating on Independence Day – these United States declaring their independence from Great Britain and the British Crown.

Of course we all would.

Except we all don’t. Some Americans don’t recognize it at all. And some might even take it as a personal attack on their politics and their Leader and…well, it’s sad to imagine that some of us who wrap ourselves up so tightly in the Stars and Stripes imagining that they are more American than anyone who does not ascribe to their beliefs can not recognize the words of the sacred document that was the catalyst of the birth of our Nation.


And laughable too.


No, it was not an attack against the man who is sometimes in the White House, nor is it not a call to arms to overthrow him and the Party who, for now, is in charge of all branches of the Federal government; even if some passages might remind us of the weird that is history repeating itself sometimes.

Some Americans might not recognize the actual words of the Declaration of Independence when they hear it or read it, but I am certain that 15,000 new American citizens do – as they must pass a citizenship test which SURPRISE includes questions about the Declaration of Independence.

on the deck of the USS Hornet, Alameda, CA photo credit – Sharon Rummery

Congratulations, my new fellow Americans!

For what it’s worth, I tested myself too and I am really embarrassed to admit that I missed one of the 20 sample test questions.

Whenever you feel that future is threatened, whenever those values of liberty and justice for all that drew us here seem under assault, you need to speak up and speak out. That’s the whole point of the freedoms we cherish.

Senator Kamala Harris

the cool kids

This might quite possibly be the only time ever that I was one of the cool kids.

…the cool kids of the Borough of Ben Avon, circa 1969.

I miss you, my brother. You’re supposed to be celebrating or regretting turning 54 years old today. But you’re not. Thirteen years now. Miss you, still.

Not only had my brother disappeared, but–and bear with me here–a part of my very being had gone with him. Stories about us could, from them on, be told from only one perspective. Memories could be told but not shared.

John Corey Whaley ~ When Things Come Back