Read a Book, Mr. King

In response, Mr. King said: “This whole ‘old white people’ business does get a little tired, Charlie. I’d ask you to go back through history and figure out where are these contributions that have been made by these other categories of people that you are talking about? Where did any other subgroup of people contribute more to civilization?”

“Than white people?” Mr. Hayes asked.

Mr. King responded: “Than Western civilization itself that’s rooted in Western Europe, Eastern Europe and the United States of America, and every place where the footprint of Christianity settled the world. That’s all of Western civilization.”

What … the … hell?! I saw a clip of this on the morning news, but I was too busy yelling about the clip that came before it to hear what was being said. So, I looked it up and discovered this crap. Dear Mr. King, go take a history class or something. You are apparently under-educated. Christian white people didn't create the world or invent all the things. Just saying, read a motherfucking book sometime.

And just for the record, Mr. King … Jesus wasn't a blond haired, blue eyed Anglo. He was a middle eastern Jew. So there's one thing a member of a non-white “subgroup” has contributed to the world, and it's just one on a long, LONG list of contributions made ages before white people started taking credit for everything. Methinks someone needs to reread their Bible and take some history classes at their local community college, in order to refresh their memories of how civilization and humanity began.

I'm never going to survive this election season. I'm certain my head is going to explode at some point. Ignorance, racism, sexism, and bigotry of all kinds are out and on display 24/7, and it's driving me INSANE.


The First Fifteen

I stumbled to the kitchen to make coffee and found the new bag of outdoor cat food, which was safely stored in a cat proofed location, had been plundered during the night. It was definitely an inside job, and I believe it was a group effort. The indoor cats have been monsters the last few days, and no I have not been ignoring their every kitty need. Spoiled is what they are.

After setting last night's last load of laundry to fluff and dewrinkle, getting the water kettle on a burner, and taping together the shredded bag of cat food, I go to the bedroom to get some coat hangers and step in ice cold cat puke. Someone had stuffed themselves with the Purina and then drank a gallon of water and left a nice gift right in front of the bathroom door (a favored cat puking location).

Then, once the laundry was put away and the delicious hot coffee had been poured into mugs, I sat down on the couch, looked to my right, and there's a small multi-colored cat hovering over my perfectly frosty giant mug of tasty water, and there's water dripping off her chin. Just stick your whole face in my water why don't you?! Jeez!

That was the first fifteen minutes of my day. Argh! Currently, the big fat grey one is passed out at my feet, the small striped one is sitting behind me tapping me repeatedly on the head with her claws out, and the somewhat fluffy black one is rolling around on the couch to my left meowing as loudly as she can. It's going to be a long day at Casa de Orb.