Welcome to a new phase in the life that is the United States of America. Barack Obama was sworn in as our nation’s 44th President on Tuesday afternoon. I watched the entire inauguration from when I woke up on Tuesday morning until Ellen came on in the afternoon. Then I caught a little bit of the Inaugural Balls on the cable news channels later that night. It’s funny; TMZ asked whether or not we thought the Obama’s had sex that night. They implied that if they did, it would have been after the balls, but in my opinion, they way they were so close while dancing, I bet they did it while getting ready for the balls, when she was putting on her dress. Hilarious to think about…
Anyway… Since Obama was voted in as the President Elect, I have heard more racist “jokes” about him than I need to hear. Honestly, I find it offensive. Yes, they are still going to call it the “White” House. No, it isn’t so cold out because someone said that it would be a cold day in hell before a *N-Word* took office. And no, niece of mine, it isn’t a “good thing” that no one in our family married a “mexi or a darkie” and have children some “wtf shade”. Honestly, girl… Who taught people to think this way? I grew up in a home where my dad wouldn’t allow basketball on the TV because it was just “a bunch of *n-words* practicing their running away from the cops.” Yes, this is the same father that told me he was surprised that the plane actually got off the ground when I was in it because I was so fat. Yes. He did.
Then yesterday a friend of mine – who I intend on keeping as a friend even though I read her blog and she claims to have lost friends because of it – sent me the link to her blog. I won’t share it because she asked me not to. She bitched on her blog about schools and healthcare and the new president:
‘I just watched a man named Barak Hussein Obama be sworn in as president. I heard him promise quality healthcare at lower costs, renewed prosperity for our nation, government sponsored jobs for the unemployed and other ridiculous things – considering the state of our nation. What I saw today was the telltale signs of what’s happening in California stretching across the country. Obama has promised that he would bring jobs by way of public-works projects to the people of America. But who will buy the supplies, purchase the equipment and fund these projects? With the nation’s deficits, he sounds exactly like Schwarzenegger (emphasis in blue above): “I want to help by creating jobs… oops, we don’t have the money to FUND the jobs, so we’re cutting them.” Ure says FDR prolonged the depression and Obama is saying he wants to be FDR to our current recession. ((Not sure about the FDR thing, but it does scare the hell out of me to hear the media keep saying Obama is modeling his presidency on Lincoln’s – because Lincoln did THE most to destroy the freedom in our country.))’
She goes on to bitch about schools but the problem with that is she Home school’s her children. She’s got 4 kids, wants another and doesn’t let them associate with anyone else in the world. These kids are going to grow up and completely rebel, or be so completely naïve that when they do get out into the real world, they will get their asses handed to them on a daily basis by people who will take advantage of the fact that they were so sheltered growing up. They don’t have TV, they don’t listen to radio stations, only Christian music… and I’m sorry, not “Christian” music. She hates “Chrischuns” Hates that anyone might… oh here, read it:
“Will SOMEBODY please tell that bastard-from-Hell Rick Warren to READ HIS DAMN BIBLE, for pity’s sake?! If MLK Jr. and his bruthahs are in Heaven looking down on Obama, it’s news to the Lord God Almighty – because in His Word (1 Corinthians 15:23-24, specifically) it says NOBODY’S in Heaven – the dead in Christ don’t rise until His second coming. Which means you’re a LIAR, Warren… not that THAT’s news or anything. I kept waiting for Heaven to open and toast that sucker. ((I wish.)) I abhor chrischuns.
Idiot.
PS: I will not go into how RILED I am that he turned his whole stinkin’ prayer into a ‘Dear God, thank you for this BLACK president, who is AFRICAN AMERICAN and will bring COLOR to the presidency’ thang. What is that? As if Obama’s race is the only thing that matters? What about if he’s strong enough, smart enough, and caring enough for the job, hm, MR. Warren? And that on the heels of Mrs. Obama saying that she had noticed during her time in the spotlight that people don’t look at her and see color, but hope. Apparently Mr. Warren isn’t one of those people, Michelle. Gah, I have to stop. Now.”
Now, I’m not all God Fearing and such, but come on. She’s decided to be a Jew. At least at the end of that second paragraph, she seems to have something nice to say about Michelle Obama. *Shrug*
I just don’t understand.
I woke up with a peculiar song stuck in my head this morning and I dreamed of driving. That was the entire dream. Me driving in my van, wobble and all. My van is wobbling lately. The song was “Someone Like You” by Safetysuit. So that’s my song of the day. Did you know that it costs $2.50 to download the 30 second ringtone onto my phone, but only $.99 to download the whole song? How stupid. I’m stuck watching Days of Our Lives lately. I watched it religiously for like 20 years and I stopped. Lately, I’ve been watching it again. Why wouldn’t I? Hot fucking guys on this show. With hot bodies! Why wouldn’t I watch? I should just turn off the sound and look at the damn show.
Sweet Sophia has a hard time leaving her home. Or at least it seems that way lately. She has every possible meeting at her place. Any meetings… Not to mention that she volunteered herself into Play Selection Committee once she realized Hubby was the head of it. Now meetings for it will be in her house. I don’t believe that either of them feel nothing anymore… especially when he got all upset with me the other day because my Aussie friend said the picture of us was like “Darth Vader kissing Obi Wan.” This cheesed hubby off.
I have not packed anything in days. We’re moving – hopefully – next weekend. Hopefully we will have our TV all hooked up for the Super Bowl. There isn’t any more space around here to hold boxes without impeding our current living space. I wish I could shoot myself in the foot and not have to do any more work and watch everyone else do it… but I’m not sure if that would be more or less painful.
I packed up my secret drawer and taped it closed. Do you know how bad of an idea that was? Granted – I thought when I did it that I would be moving sooner than I am, but still. I miss my friends. L LOL.
Tonight or tomorrow I am going to tell you 100 random things about me…. Until then… enjoy.

