Mayday! Mayday! (minirants!)

The BBQ Pit
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You know those simplistic bromides that people insist on posting on Facebook and other social media sites? They need to be burned en masse in a public venue. My daughter, who, with what has gone on in her life, should know better than to post this kind of shit, and yet this morning there it was:

Life is beautiful
Live it
Love it
Don’t make it complicated

And her comment: Life is only as complicated as you make it.

That will be news to the millions of people who wonder where the next meal is coming from or who are living in refugee camps, or whose government is bombing them into parking lots. I restrained myself to a bland comment of “Or as complicated as others make it for you”, but she and I are going to have to have a chat.

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Know Jesus, know love.
No Jesus, no love.

Think about it!

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I’m reporting from deep in a safe zone on the southern border battlefront.

I look across the border and see the invading army of immigrant women and children about to attack. Mayday, mayday.
The wall doesn’t appear to be stopping them. trump is golfing, well swinging a club at a gold ball anyway, the fat hairtard.
Pray for us, this may be our last day.

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it’s almost like facebook doesn’t = real life :stuck_out_tongue:

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This would be where I reply-post a picture of a refugee camp or natural disaster without comment.

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Hadn’t thought of that, damn it! Or perhaps a picture of the entry to Auschwitz?

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Well, it does have a nice, uplifting slogan.

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The lil’wrekker has a million of those little quips. Unless she’s out of cash. Then the death throes and ‘oh woe is me’ and ’ my life is soooo horrible’ start. It’s amazing how a deposit to her account will brighten her outlook on life.

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Or a video combining pictures of starving people/bombs dropping/etc and “Don’t Worry, Be Happy.”

Or possibly just Devo’s “Beautiful World” video, but that may be too subtle.

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Brightens my outlook too.

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Bromide in source water is a problem for water plants too. It creates disinfection byproducts.

Are there disinfection byproducts in facebook too?

:confused:

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Maybe I should just scrub my account.

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“Always Look on the Bright Side of Life.”

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I need to give my brain the Silkwood treatment after reading those horrible platitudes.

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I like when it’s something like:

I want to live life to the fullest
I want to experience as much of this world as I can
I want to take new chances and live each day with no regret
I want to keep my feet planted in the present, not thinking about the past or worrying about tomorrow
So that when it’s almost over and my body is emaciated and mangled after waiting 5 years to get my license restored and crashing into a pole while intoxicated, I will look up at my best buddy with a grin and together we will say, “that was one hell of a ride.”

I may have altered a few details.

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Just watched one of my closest friends pass away. (The [now-former] roommate who was the subject of more than a few rants and mini-rants)

Got a text from his mom this morning saying that he was in ICU and the doctors were suggesting she sign a DNR. At first I thought she was being melodramatic and thought I’d swing by after work, but when I heard from his B-i-L about how his wife just left to drive the 180+ miles to get there before he slips away (and how they worried she wouldn’t make it in time), I decided to leave immediately. They consider me one of the family, and I felt that I needed to be there.

Yesterday, he complained of a stomachache and couldn’t eat or drink (it hurt to swallow). Around 1 this morning, he got up and either collapsed or tripped on his way to the bathroom, and when his mom came in, he was sprawled over the toilet, vomiting blood.

At some point, he didn’t get enough oxygen for 30 minutes, so he was essentially brain-dead. I got there and he was non-responsive with eyes so filled with blood, you couldn’t distinguish his pupils, and a yellowish hue on his skin.

I asked his mom if she wanted me to reach out to anyone, and I spent the next 20 minutes trying to reach friends. Of course, the ones who responded immediately were the ones out-of-state, where the exes (with which he was still on good terms) were unreachable. Until right before the family decided to end life support. Both of them.

The few of us who currently know just keep messaging how we are in shock, but not entirely surprised, and are having a really hard time processing everything. His mom’s husband died just a few years ago. She’s one of the nicest people I know (a second mom to me), and she’s having to bury a second loved one in as many years. And it’s her son. I can’t even imagine.

Didn’t necessarily want to go home after he passed away (20 minutes after life support was terminated), so I came in to work a half-day. I’m in a weird state of shock, and I feel like being in the office will keep me from processing things for now.

They aren’t doing an autopsy, but I’m willing to wager I know what it would’ve shown. For all his issues, he was a great and generous friend. Yet, despite his laughs and smiles, he’d always joke about how he wouldn’t live long, and we knew he was in a lot of pain.

I’ve never seen someone die before. This is just all so surreal.

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Oh,** Calatin**. I have no words. What a terrible shock.

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Just got back from seeing my SIL and her crackpot husband. He baits me with religion and the Vietnam war. Told me he read the Quran, so I started talking about The prophet Mohammed, he said he knows nothing about him:confused:. Okay… his wife, my SIL, told him to be quiet and change the subject. He refused and I told him I’m not talking religion to him or anyone. Then he asked me if I had read Moby Dick, i said yep and quoted the first few lines, he asked me what that was.:smack:. Quess he’s a liar.

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Well my ache-ing ear and my left hand are mostly healed up. I am headed to the county library to my volunteer gig. I haven’t been in 2 weeks. Finally some normal days ahead. ( oh, shit, I just jinxed it)!

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I did think about it and I got: No Jesus, Know love. Did I think too much about it?