Statements like these show that a great number of Democrats have not analyzed the election results, but are just going with “common knowledge”. The numbers show that Hillary lost because Democrats did not turn out to vote for her, not because Trump mobilized any particular demographic. In fact, not only did Trump plow no new ground, he got fewer votes than Repubs in most recent presidential elections.
If Dems don’t recognize this fact and figure out why their partisans stayed home the latest results will be repeated.
Oh,heavens yeshis companies offshored work. He has been called out on it on televisions and the clips were used in the Dem’s ad campaigns. It will be very interesting to see if he leads by example on this issue…
Ah, and… so this pro-labor stance comes from… where exactly? (I know, pandering. It was a rhetorical question.)
Anyway, I didn’t want to derail Grumbacher’s thread. I’m perfectly aligned with her in her thoughts and feelings on this. I come from a blue collar, rural background also and can’t figure out for the life of me why my family thinks he’s a good representative of their needs. Time will tell, I guess.
No derail is happening at all! This is what we need to be doing. That so-called pro-labor stance of his is a total about face from what he has actually been doing with his life for the last 30 years. His ties (and whatever the Hell else he makes), and about half of Ianka’s stuff is manufactured outside the US. And, has he put any pressure on his own company to bring any operations back?
Baffles me that this seems to matter not one iota to the people who are hanging so many hopes on him.
And another thing, if we want to compare the faux good works of the Clinton versus the Trump Foundations…yeah, they are both dirty. But his is penny-ante and just as trifling as the day is long. Taking money from donors and re-gifting to someone else as his own and running golf tournaments that are so rigged you never pay out on the prizes? The Clintons are way yonder more accomplished at hiding their dirt.
The Clinton Foundation is like that time you went to a formal affair in a long pretty dress and you passed yourself off for the evening looking pretty damn smashing and put together, but underneath you didn’t shave your legs, and you were really overdue for a pedicure, and nobody knew that you just took a quick whore bath in the sink. But you didn’t stink and you looked good. The Trump Foundation is like that time your future mother-in-law drops by unexpectedly and catches you in the middle of the day with no makeup wearing an old torn dirty nightgown with a period stain on it. Your essentials are covered up, but it’s obvious you’re a mess.
It seems so many of us are feeling like a bunch of sprayed roaches since November 9, and since it isn’t my style to run into the street and just pitch a wall-eyed fit, I chose to work it out with words, and if it brings someone somewhere a smile or two, that makes it even better.
Well I don’t actually remember Talmadge in live time, but I adore my Southern History and am a voracious reader of it, so I have read a great deal about him.
I do remember there being a picture of Lester Maddox on the wall in my classroom in the 2nd grade in 1971.
I also remember when Carter was elected Governor and my parents having a big fight about it. Daddy was a Republican, but voted for Carter. Mama, being a hard-core card-totin’ Republican herself, sat in the floor and cried and called him everything but a child of God when election results came in and Carter won.
I’m enjoying your expressions like “happy as ticks on a fat dog” and “if you gave her Heaven and Earth she’d still want a tater patch in hell” and “a man who has so many vacancies in his Grey Matter Hotel that if a rational thought ever checked in it would die of loneliness” and “eloquent as an anvil”.
My father came from border country between Alabama and Georgia and this is how he used to express himself, too. Thanks for the memories.
Right! Let’s just say I have banked up quite a lot of colorful speech which comes from my love of hanging around, and eavesdropping on, the old folks all the time in my formative years. There’s no more funnier conversation in the world to be heard than a group of church ladies sitting on the screen porch in the summer, fanning themselves and gossiping, and trying to put up a pretense of being gracious, while dropping some of the deepest, darkest shade the likes of which would put these reality tricks today to shame!
Things like:
Well you know they never could control that boy, he’s wilder than a June bug on string.
Did you see her at the table? She has the manners of a stray dog.
Well, that whole family is just going to Hell on a scholarship.
Who does she think she’s talking to? She’s so stuck up she’d drown in the rain.
Now, she can’t help being so homely. But she could have at least stayed home…bless her heart.
Well…I wouldn’t say she’s fat. But she’ll answer to “moo”.
Oh! Their house is so small! It’s so close in there you have to poot in your pocketbook.
I can’t believe she showed her face, knowing her presence was about as welcome as an outhouse breeze.
And there she stood, greener than week-old road kill. (jealous)
I learned from skilled women who had advanced degrees in “Nice-Nasty”. No f-bombs necessary.
I remember a good deal from the old men, too. But most of those come out when I am really mad.
And anyone please feel free to adopt anything herein that strikes your fancy and add it to your personal repertoire. More euphemisms for all! Don’t let them languish in the dustbin of Americana.
Now, I know the NY/NJ part is down around Boca Raton and Palm Beach. And of course Deep South is North Florida down to around to Ocala, which is a town that makes you think you must be in the deepest armpit of Alabama.
Oh hey, for years and years my aunt and uncle ran the pizza place in Hawkinsville. I remember when they got the McDonald’s and the line went around the block! Hell, we’re probably related.
Yes, I do know Hawkinsville well! It hasn’t fallen as far down the sink hole as Vienna, which you probably know, is pronounced Vi-anna to the locals.
Unadilla is still ugly as homemade sin, but it always was. Makes sad little Vienna look good, though.
Do you know Mock Springs? It is (was) between Vienna and Hawkinsville. That was THE SPOT when I was in high school. Freezing cold, clear water and a little strip of sandy beach. It’s all dried up now.
I’ve heard of it but haven’t been there - I was always there with my parents as a child, and my aunt and uncle moved to north Georgia a few years ago. Although weirdly enough we now go down to Perry once a year for the Zombie Run at the Guardian Center which is amaaaaazing.
I spent a good deal of time in the area when I travelled around the SE teaching baseball schools - Ellaville, Americus, Abbeville, Cordele. I don’t think I ever stayed in Vienna proper, but it ain’t exactly a bucket list location… I loved the people of the area, but it was generally not my favorite place to stay. The accommodations can be downright…interesting.
Side story - I was in Ellaville on Saturday teaching baseball to a group of youngsters during a day long school. Being a small town, someone was grilling hotdogs for the kids to have during our lunch break. It made the whole field smell wonderful! When lunchtime rolled around the grill master invited me to join them by saying “Hey, coach! Come over here and grab yourself one of these hot dogs, they got my special butt rub on 'em!” They were delicious.
Vienna used to be vibrant little town with a very active downtown area. On Saturdays, with all the businesses open, there people all over the sidewalks, laughing and talking, sitting in the square. So many people, including myself, have left, either by choice or necessity.
My brother is the Head of the Recreation Dept in Cordele.
I loved the people of the area, but it was generally not my favorite place to stay. The accommodations can be downright…interesting.