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I shouldn’t be surprised.

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We’ve become a society with no limits. And while I don’t pretend to be a prude, I still believe there’s such a thing as common decency… in action and speech.

I’m a democrat who dislikes Donald Trump, but I wouldn’t install a “F*ck Trump” sign on my lawn like the family down the road who have a giant “F*ck Biden” poster prominently displayed on their garage.

Decency. It’s definitely in short supply.

You’d think I’d be used to it by now. Heck, after a years worth of that Cosmopolitan smut nothing should surprise me… but the ads I saw for apparel the other day did.

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Charming.

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I honestly can’t think of a worse Christmas gift.

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As someone who always needs a cocktail, I find myself more than a little offended.

Sarcastic, slightly off color, double entendre humor? Big fan.

Rude and crude, put it all out there without nuance, shock value humor? Not so much.

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Inexplicable.

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When I was writing the post about my beloved small batch artisan gin, I searched Google images for an ‘Oh, the horror!’ meme…

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This was what I chose, but it was the image that popped up first that had me a trifle bewildered.

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As you probably know by now, I’m a lefty.

A tree hugging, pro choice, marriage equality, liberal Democrat. I believe in exploring alternative energy sources, saving the environment and climate change. I advocate for voting rights, helping those less fortunate and the wealthy paying their fair of taxes.

I want a strong economy, a support system for veterans and strict regulations on global polluters.

What I have never wanted, no less ever considered?

Mutant armored capybaras.

What. The. Utter. …

What?

If someone on the other side of the political spectrum could respectfully explain this… I’d be most appreciative.

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Let’s play.

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Stop grumbling. I know you like these things ….

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I am in Deaf Smith County Texas. The hill country… which I’m assured can be quite beautiful.

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And while I love James Lee Burke’s Louisiana detective Robicheaux series, the Texas Billy Bob Holland series doesn’t quite measure up for me.

And considering their political climate of restricting voting rights and a woman’s right to chose?

Texas is probably not the best place for me to wake up right now.

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Goodwill is good for the soul.

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A girlfriend and I hit Goodwill the other day and if nothing else, it’s a great place to pick up cheap books.

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16 books for $21? A little slice of heaven right there.

Of course, even thrift store shopping isn’t immune to politics these days…

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And while I didn’t buy that tee shirt, I did buy this one. Because, honestly…. I had to.

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I shall wear it and point at myself the next time my husband disagrees with me. That should go over well.

My girlfriend was in the mood for Cracker Barrel so that’s where we headed for lunch. The restaurant was almost empty but the hostess told us there would still be a 20-25 minute wait to be seated due to short staffing. (I’m seriously tired of waiting for meals… have all the pre Covid waiters and waitresses been abducted by aliens and given the anal probe? If not… please go back to work. River be hungry. )

Since it was raining we chose to wander the store instead of sitting outside on the rocking chairs, and that’s where I saw this:

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For which I have no logical explanation.

But perhaps the biggest surprise of the day?

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Alcohol… at Cracker Barrel!

When did that happen? Granted it’s not a favorite restaurant of mine and I probably haven’t stepped foot in one since my mother passed but it seems like I would have noticed such a momentous event.

Since their beer was dishwater I opted for a mimosa, which was close to dishwater only fizzy… but yes, it was alcohol!

At Cracker Barrel!

The world really has gone mad.

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Eleanor

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I’m knee deep in an extremely detailed and comprehensive biography of a fascinating First Lady.

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How detailed and comprehensive you ask?

698 pages worth. It weighs a ton!

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While I don’t usually read biographies, this tome has enough action, scandal, politics, intrigue, and history to satisfy fans of any genre.

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I thought I knew a lot about Nell.

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I was wrong.

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Most excellent!

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It looks like Mayor Pete might be my husband’s new boss.

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While we liked Pete during the primaries, it’s for another reason entirely that I’ll be squealing with glee if his nomination is approved.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen… (and everyone in between) his name?

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His name directly translates as father of chickens.

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And that must be celebrated.

Casual Friday at the Federal Aviation Administration could look like this in the near future:

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And that’s a beautiful thing.

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The more things change…

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While the husband was busy Swiss cheesing his barn walls, I rummaged through the house looking for something my mother had given me many moons ago.

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It’s an odd little self published booklet from 1938 that was left to her by an old extremely wealthy boyfriend.

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To say it’s a scathing rebuke of Franklin Delano Roosevelt is an understatement.

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It positively skewers him and his policies.

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It was put together but a bunch of old money fat cats…

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And could be the Facebook or Twitter of it’s day.

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The more things change…

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The more they remain the same.

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I still love my town, but…

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Remember Mr. H?

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The charismatic donkey that was built as a parade float but had recently been traveling around our town?

The one a local artist spent two years designing and building?

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Mr. H was well loved in our small rural community and people looked forward to seeing him cruising from place to place. Homeowners could request a Mr. H visit and he would happily park on your lawn for photo ops and climb aboards.

And then?

This:

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An event that’s shocked our close knit little town.

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The following is a statement from our town’s state representative –

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The artist donated this cat sculpture to our local elementary school and he happily greets children every morning as they start their day.

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I wish I’d known about the little memorial gathering. I would have attended and mourned his loss.

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As well as the loss of civility and common decency we’re currently experiencing in this country.

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Rest In Peace Mr. H.

I’m hoping everything you and the flag you stood for isn’t dead as well.

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I bet you didn’t know…..

 

There’s a political party of beer lovers in Poland.

The PPPP…  Polska Partia Przyjaciol Piwa. They won 16 parliament seats before breaking up into smaller factions. The Big Beer Party and the Little Beer Party.

 

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You didn’t know that.

But I did, because….

 

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I bet you didn’t know….

The unofficial mascot of Delta State University if the Fighting Okra.

 

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But it’s true.

I once went 4 rounds with some fried okra… but I’m sure no one wants to hear about that.

 

I bet you didn’t know…

Snow angels originated from medieval Jewish mystics who practiced rolling in the snow to rid themselves of evil urges.

Maybe I need to try that the next time I want pie and ice cream.

 

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I bet you didn’t know…

Horseshoe crabs are bled for medical science.

 

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Horseshoe crabs use hemocyanin to carry oxygen through their blood. Because of the copper present in hemocyanin, their blood is blue. … Amebocytes from the blood of L. polyphemus are used to make Limulus amebocyte lysate (LAL), which is used for the detection of bacterial endotoxins in medical applications.

 

Run crab….

Run!

 

I bet you didn’t know…

In Athens, Greece a driver’s license can be taken away if the driver is deemed “unbathed” or “poorly dressed”.

 

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Good thing this trend never caught on.

 

I bet you didn’t know…

F.Scott Fitzgerald’s novel This Side of Paradise was the first time the word ‘daiquiri’ ever appeared.

Rum… Paradise…

Makes sense to me.

 

 

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I don’t want to talk about it.

 

Politics.

I think we’ve established the fact that my husband will debate a tree stump….. which is probably why he goes to breakfast every Saturday with a group of local men who hold completely opposite views and harangue him as the odd man out over platters of scrambled eggs. He comes home sputtering and waving his arms…. expecting me to join in the discussion.

My reaction?

 

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Thing is, I’ve always had friends from both sides of the aisles… and to be honest? For many years I neither knew nor cared how they voted or what their political opinions were.

But in today’s toxic world of Facebook and Twitter vitriol… this is impossible.

I now know how all my friends feel…. and how they want me to feel…. and how stupid they think I am if I don’t feel the same way.

It’s getting old.

The culture of division…. of red vs blue, right vs left, east vs west, ad nauseam… will ruin us. We’re one country and we’d better learn to find our commonality.

Like the Coronavirus.

It doesn’t care who you voted for. It will infect you no matter which side of the gun control argument you’re on.

That being said?

Here’s my solution:

 

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I don’t want to argue politics.

Cheers!