Saturday, April 25, 2015

Opposing the Cincinnati Streetcar: That Train of Thought Has Left the Station

 Until I came across this article on Twitter today, I had no idea that there were still people trying to get the Cincinnati streetcar project canceled? Really? They need to let it go already.

I say this as someone who is really against the streetcar project. It's just another toy to make life easier for the folks who are "gentrifying" downtown. "Gentrifying" is a word used here which means political speak for pushing poor black people out of a neighborhood to make way for rich white people.

Two years ago, Mayor Cranley officially announced the conclusion most of us had already drawn - that it would cost just as much to cancel the project as it would to go ahead and finish it given the time and money already invested. So we may as well build the thing and be done with it and that's what's happening.

A lot of people, myself included shrugged, popped some popcorn and waited for tales of shoddy management, cost overruns and construction delays. We've gotten that and more.

Right now the latest contention is that some folks took it upon themselves to have a study done for phase two of the project when phase one isn't sure to complete any time soon.

What's going completely unnoticed as usual is the lives of black people being rearranged for the convenience and pleasure of white people who demand their space, take it over and don't really give a damn about much else.

Even so, fighting the streetcar at this point is just stupid.

What this city really needs is light rail. And what the state of Ohio needs is to get the 3C Rail Project back on track. According to Wikipedia, the state funds for the project are still on hold. It's not the same as having the federal dollars John Kasich gave up because being a jerk to President Obama was more important than helping the people of Ohio, but it's a start.

But hey, why meet the needs of the working majority when you can cater to the rich and powerful few?

Friday, April 03, 2015

Pick a Side

Republicans have lost their damned minds. Collectively. It's bad enough every single one of them is reading from the same Koch approved script, but what's worse, is far too many of them are seriously drinking the kool-aid of belief.

I understand why Republicans want power and money. What I don't understand is why the rest of us put up with their bullshit.

Republicans want to take our government "Of the people, by the people, for the people," and make if "Of the rich, by the rich, for the rich."

Enough is enough. The grownups in the room need to starting back for the public good. Public schools, public healthcare and a decent, publicly funded infrastructure are the very basics of what we need to make sure our communities not only survive but thrive.

Republican ideology not only threatens and thwarts public services that should be a matter of course. Republican ideology - based on false religious concepts and tyranny - threatens the freedom of anyone not rich, white and male.

I have no idea why black people or women can even consider being Republican. The only thing more delusional than rich people who think they can tyrannize others is the delusion of people joining a Republican Party that despises their existence and well-being.

Pick a side people. Not Democrat or Republican. Pick the side of the community of the world that needs decent people to stand up against the idiocy of rich people being the biggest bullies in the playground.

It's long past time we called out the Republican Party for what is: The party of pseudo-Christian, racist, misogynist rich white males who couldn't give a damn about anyone else.

Sunday, March 01, 2015

To be continued...

It was nearly 1995 before I let go of the 1980's. I had trouble with the 90's aesthetic and attitudes. My role in a new decade as an adult and mother. But when I did finally embrace the 90's it was wholeheartedly.

But embracing any era too closely is a set up for heartbreak. The only thing certain in this world is change and the only choice is to change with the times or stagnate in an era that no longer exists.

My life has changed so differently since I started this blog. I began as the mother of a budding teenager who has now graduated from college and has embarked on her career in another city, another state.

I've finally chosen a career path - something that I may have been a little late in doing, but not, as you would expect, and as my daughter once asked me, hat motherhood delayed my career choice. The truth is, when I had my daughter, I had no idea what I really wanted to do. I had an idea what a job I would like would look like, but I honestly had no idea what that job would be.

Ye Olde Matey and I went splitsville a few years back. We still talk almost every couple of weeks, but sometimes it's odd to think we spent 15 years of our lives together. It was another era, another life that just doesn't exist anymore.

As for DebLite, every year I decide if I'm going to keep writing or end the whole thing. Well last month, two of my friends went to prison and the upshot of it is, I'm keeping their two-year-old. And since the state has pretty much decided that even if I don't keep him, they won't be giving him back to either of his parents, I guess that means he's mine until graduates from college or runs away from home, whichever comes first.

It's starting over with a vengeance. I think the last few months of silence have been a brief pause- just a moment to give me a chance to embrace this new era of my life and chart my course. But I know now, with a clarity that I never had before what I want to do. I just hope I can accomplish what I set out to achieve.

  • Taking a few more classes in business and marketing
  • Improving my diet and eating less junk
  • Starting my own business in two years
  • Raising this kid and keeping him alive - mainly getting him potty trained would be nice at the moment
  • And lastly, planning for what happens when I stop working. Hopefully, I'll get that far.
  • Building a community project - I want to do something that gives back
  • I'd like to write a book

If I do all that before the close of the day, I won't ask for much else.

Tuesday, December 02, 2014

Clown Car: The Republican 2016 Field

 Jeb Bush, Chris Christie, Rand Paul, Ted Cruz, John Kasich, Scott Walker, Mike Pence, Mitt Romney, Rick Perry, Ben Carson, Susana Martinez, Marco Rubio, Rick Santorum, Bobby Jindal, Carly Fiorina, George Pataki, John Thune, Lindsey Graham, Donald Trump, Bob Corker, Mike Huckabee, Peter King, Bob Ehrlich and Paul Ryan.

Check out this Crooks and Liars article about FOX having kittens over their lords and lady a'running in the field.

Some folks are not so chuffed about the lack of potential in the candidates. The first comment is epic:

Nick_1
Nuts, loons, charlatans, confidence men and raving psychotics. Clowns who believe in nullification. Morons who think the US was founded on biblical law. Imbeciles who think that, "Agenda 21" is a massive global conspiracy. "Serious" business people who have turned industry leaders into industry jokes. Criminals who would shut down a major thoroughfare for political reasons. Blowhards who support terrorism in Great Britain. Racists who get caught on tape referring to, "blah" people. Simpletons who have three point plans and can't come up with what the fuck those three points are. Southern aristocrats who can't take a shit without John McCain's approval. Corporate leeches who have promised amazing revelations about President Obama's "real" (wink, wink) background and have come up with nothing. Hot-shot budget, "experts" who just can't seem to make their numbers add up. Has-beens who have been rejected not once, but TWICE by voters...

Or as conservatives call them: "substantial."

Please proceed, conservatives...

PLEASE fuckin' proceed...

Nick_1 - that was an  awe inspiring rant that, according to another commenter left strains of the Battle Hymn of the Republican playing as background music.

It was this final comment  from  Giganticjohndenver that tipped me over the edge into hysterical laughter:

So that's what shit piled 3 high and 8 across looks like.

Stick a fork in me. I'm done. At least we know what we're up against. It ain't pretty.