The Union's in a state

Thanks! As for thread titles, I’m yet to top June, I’m worried about the Peeve (mini-rants).

I think a sound evaluation would be you did not miss it.

Thanks! “Slur of the Union” just came to me as I was typing it. I’m releasing my inner Shakespear apparently.

I forgot you’re a Canadian lawyer. (Do y’all up in the great underpopulated North still call yourselves that, or is it barrister?)

For better or for worse–and of late it seems to be for worse–the US administration is an important issue for not just Americans but for the entire world. And, going by the closing remarks from the SOTU, the interstellar community.

My parents were Episcopalian. Mom converted to that after they married; she grew up Roman Catholic. I converted years ago to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, which, of course, my mother called a cult.

I’ve mentioned before that I grew up in Dixe and specifically in the Seaboard but for two years–one in Tennessee and the other in Pennsylvania. Growing up in Virginia, especially the so-called Tri-State Area it was unlikely to not be aware of the felon’s stunts at the time since, of course, he was breaking federal laws even those years so long ago. My mother condemned him.

Then the felon ran for office. And got the nomination. Literally (I mean literally in the literal sense of the word), Mom flipped into supporting him. Dad, I think, supported him out of party allegiance.

And Mom said I’m the one in a cult. Good Lord!

It sure is a different level. It’s a cocktail of anger, disgust, disappointment, shock, and horror.

Where I grew up, mostly in Virginia but also in Geogia and Tennesse, there was a sayingl which I hope has gone the way of all flesh: The robin doesn’t mate with the bluejay. I think you know what that means.

I honestly believed my parents woudln’t’ve either. I’m at the above-mentioned level of disappointment with them still becasue of one horrible human.

Over twenty years ago, on the night before Thanksgiving, I had a terrible cold, so I couldn’t smell or taste anything. I accidentally drank some long-expired milk. 'Twas the burning of the tongue that alerted me.

I spent the entire four-day weekend on the terlet spewing diarrhea. The fun part was I was also puking between my legs.

And even those four days of shit and vomit still didn’t match the load of shit over the two hour insult to America’s democracy we just witnessed.