SoCS — An Early Saturday Morning Amble

It’s time for an amble through my mind as I respond to Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, where she gives us the word “___amble” and suggests adding letters to the beginning of it to make another word or use it as is in our post.

The first thing that came to mind was something that I was required to memorize back in school: the Preamble to the U.S. Constitution. You know, the one that starts out, “We the people….”

Sadly, former President Donald Trump and the Republican politicians who support him have made a shambles of not only the Preamble, but of the entire Constitution.

They’ve collectively done everything they can to try to obscure justice, to destroy domestic tranquility, to remove the general welfare, and to take away our liberties.

In a speech 18 months ago in which he rambled on with lies about a stolen election, Trump promoted and encouraged his MAGA Maniacs to scramble to the U.S. Capitol building in an attempted insurgency. He had no qualms about inciting violence in his unsuccessful gamble to illegally stop the peaceful and orderly transition of power in order for him to personally stay in power after losing the election.

The House Select Committee investigating the January 6th insurrection attempt has done an excellent job in helping to unscramble all of the unethical, illegal, and even immoral things Trump and his henchmen had done in order to subvert the democratic process that has been the glue holding America together for 250 years.

Let’s hope that Trump and his cronies, who have created a bramble bush of deceit and corruption, will not go unpunished.

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — July 1st

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 1st) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.

This was originally posted on July 1, 2017


Remember Your Dog This Weekend

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Yes, it’s that time of the year again when America celebrates its birth. Independence Day. The Fourth of July. It’s a time for picnics, family, fun, and fireworks.

Most people love to go to their local fireworks displays. Since the 4th falls on a Tuesday this year, that means that localities will have their big fireworks shows on one of five nights. Some may have had them last night, since it was a Friday night. Others will have them either tonight, Sunday night, Monday night, or some will even have the patience to wait until the actual day to light up the night sky.

But while humans are oooohing and aaaahing at these beautiful, magnificent, stunning displays that celebrate the birth of our nation, our beloved canine family members are not going to be very happy.

No dog that I know of, and certainly not our family dog, loves fireworks. Over the next four nights, we will either have to take our dog out for its last walk of the day before it gets dark and the explosions commence, or very late after the last of the fireworks has been launched.

Because during the fireworks, while people are oooohing and aaaahing, our own terrified dog will be shaking like a leaf, whimpering, sitting in the bath tub, in a windowless bathroom while we are playing loud music in an attempt to drown out the sound of the exploding chaos going on all around us until quiet and calm have returned.


This post is in response to today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: ooooh and aaaah.

SoCS — The Circle of Life in New America

Linda G. Hill has asked us to use “product” and “produce” in today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt.

The United States Supreme Court yesterday overturned Roe v. Wade, the 1973 Supreme Court decision that guaranteed a woman’s right to obtain a legal abortion, thus allowing states to criminalize the act of terminating a pregnancy.

When I saw the two words Linda wants us to use for our posts, it made me think about how, in the eyes of six conservative Supreme Court justices, the majority of Republicans, and most Christian conservatives, the primary role of women in America is to produce a product, and that product happens to be babies.

They believe that women should have no choice in the matter. Women should not be able to decide for themselves whether or not they want to produce the product. If they happen to get pregnant, no matter the circumstances, they must produce a baby.

But once the “products” have been produced, the Vu six conservative Supreme Court justices, the majority of Republicans, and most Christian conservatives don’t give a shit about what happens to those products. The producers are on their own. They are expected to feed, clothe, shelter, and nourish the products that they produce. But those that demanded that they produce these products have moved on to other righteous battles, like banning contraception, gay marriages, or whatever other personal and private human “rights” their narrow-minded, fundamentalist views wish to take away.

But on the bright side, if every woman must produce babies, all these babies will create a larger market opportunity for the producers of firearms, enabling them to sell even more of their products. Then the products that these women produce can be more easily shot and killed by the products these gun manufacturers produce.

This is the circle of life in New America (or maybe the Divine Republic of Gilead).

SoCS — My Two Cents Worth

She sent me a letter.

I could smell her scent on the stationery. It brought back a lot of memories. Some happy. Most painful.

She had taped a penny to the paper. Beneath the taped penny she wrote, “This is what our life together was worth. One red cent.”

I guess I deserved that for the hell I put her through during our marriage.

I sent her a letter. The stationery was unscented, just like me.

I taped two pennies to the paper. Beneath the taped pennies I wrote, “Here’s my two cents worth. You got as good as you gave.”

She wasn’t the only one who went through hell during our marriage.


Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. Dan Antion is standing in for Linda this week and he has given us “cent/scent/sent,” and asked us to use them in any form we like. We can use one, two, or all three of them.

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — June 17th

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 17th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.


This was originally posted on June 17 2017.

SoCS — What’s Your Sign?

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The population of the United States now exceeds 321 million. There are 12 signs of the zodiac. Assuming a fairly equal distribution of citizens across those 12 signs, approximately 27 million people share the same sign as you do.

As a logical, rational, thinking person, I don’t believe that the other 27 million people whose zodiac sign I share are just like me. We don’t all share the same characteristics or natures, nor are we similarly influenced — if influenced at all — by the position of heavenly bodies.

That’s why, when people ask me, “What’s your sign?” I almost always say “A stop sign.”

My wife, however, is not nearly as pragmatic as am I. She reads her daily horoscope, which is published, appropriately, in the comics section of our local paper. And before you ask, yes, we do still get home delivery of our local newspaper every morning. Me mostly for the sports section and my wife mostly for the crossword puzzles.

Anyway, she’ll read her horoscope and say something like, “That is so me.” And I’ll say something like, “Yes, that is so you…and the 27 million or so other Americans who share your same astrological sign.” At which point she gets angry and refuses to speak to me for the rest of the day.

I have no patience with horoscopes or the people who really take them seriously. If you happen to be someone who ascribes some magical, mystical powers to astrological signs, I’m sorry if I’ve offended you.

Perhaps you should check your horoscope for today. It just might advise you to be on the lookout for an encounter with a stranger who will cause you to question your sanity.


Today’s Stream of Consciousness post from Linda G. Hill is about the word “sign.”