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LizzieLou | nablopomo,news & politics | Saturday, November 3rd, 2018

It’s the weekend before the next election day.

Before I decided to attempt writing again, I had been looking back over some of my old blog posts. I read about my worries and my complaints about the then-current state of affairs, and candidates, and right-wing regressive haters, and threats to our democracy. It’s in no way a unique observation these days, but: jesusfuckingchrist, I had no idea how shitty things could really get.

Regarding the content of whatever posts I would have written in 2016, it couldn’t be more obvious. Trump is evil – literally, biblically, rhetorically, physically. All of the disgust and fear and hopelessness his campaign and treasonous administration has engendered is something I feel everyday. I know I’m not alone. If you’re reading this, you probably feel the same. If you’re reading this and you don’t feel those things… Well, brother, you are in the wrong place. “But LizzieLou!” dear reader might exclaim, “maybe you can help show that brother the error of his ways, the wrongness of his thinking. Maybe he is here, on the blog of an old angry lesbian, trying to learn and grow!” My answer is: bullshit. It’s been nearly three years of this shithead and the twin shitshows of incompetence and greed that surround him. Those that support him are doubling down. I’ve written them all off and I have no time, and no heart, to suffer fools.

So there’s another election looming. I vote. I write. I send money. And I am actively stuffing down my dread. I am expecting that the spineless, hypocritical, bigoted Republican party will maintain control of both chambers of Congress. I am also expecting that megalomaniacal wanna-be-dictator will get re-elected in 2020. I stopped watching “The Handmaids Tale” because we’re going to be living that hell soon enough.



I won’t deny it. But I will ignore it.

Now back to our regularly scheduled programming: cat pics, doodles, superheroes, sexy ladies, goofballs, and snacks.

On the Eve

LizzieLou | nablopomo,news & politics | Monday, November 5th, 2012

Tomorrow’s the Big Day.

Last week I was very anxious; I thought I might need some medication. This week, what there’s been of it, I am feeling much calmer. I find the calm about as disturbing as I did feeling troubled. My voting is done and I’ve appealed to those who may be voting the Wrong Way to not vote the Wrong Way, so I guess I’m feeling like it’s all out of my hands at this point. Bronco Bama was not my first choice, but the one I ended up with. Roseanne didn’t make it onto our Washington ballot. Just kidding! Gay marriage = yes. Weed = yes. Democrats = mostly (but with the “top two” format we have here, what sort of choice is there?) Sea wall = yes. Charter skools = no (although having had a lengthy discussion with someone more interested and knowledgeable about this issue than I am I might would go the other way if I hadn’t already voted).

I think what has made me the most upset have been the anti-gay marriage ads and “debates.” Stupid politicking and hypocrisy I expect in an election year. But these “marriage defenders” have made me just … furious, and sad. And annoyed because of my feelings about marriage in general. Although I am happy that it looks like it will pass. And that we might be able to celebrate with doobies. My very supportive straight-married supervisor at work (not be confused with my supervisor at home) thinks that if the gay marriage passes that we should have a big work wedding for the 50% of us on team who are gay and make our boss pay for it. Not for the doobies (probably), but just like for a nice dinner or something. She was a little giddy at this proposition.

Ah well. What can be said now but, we’ll see!?!

Tomorrow’s blog? Pictures of kittens.

Gettin’ ’em in a Bunch

LizzieLou | news & politics | Wednesday, February 8th, 2012

I saw a thing about some boycott of JCPenney because they chose Ellen as a spokesperson. “How stupid,” I thought, “Who are these ratfuckers?”

I clicked on over to the OneMillionMoms website (part of the long-time-bug-up-America’s-ass known as the “American Family Association”) to check it out. They had a couple of other “Actions” there besides the call to complain to your local JCPenney stores. One was about the Modern Family episode where Lily was swearing. (Whatever. Losers.) The second was to Macy’s because they had a “Two Grooms” advertisement in their catalogue. For this latter one, there was an easy “Take Action” button that led me to a form letter to send right to Macy’s. So, I took action.

Here’s their letter:

“As a mother and a member of OneMillionMoms.com, I am greatly disappointed in your company’s decision to offend mainstream Americans with your newest mail catalogue. In the hopes of making sales, your company has instead offended many customers in the process. The back cover looks like just a regular ad for your wedding registry service, but there is one major difference with the cake topper of two men instead of the traditional man and woman. The ad also includes a license plate that reads “I do” and hearts scattered everywhere. Just because gay marriage is legal in a few states does not mean this is appropriate marketing. As a conservative customer I will not support it. While your company is a household name, I do not agree with your irresponsible choice of standing behind gay marriage. The homosexual content is highly offensive and not family-friendly advertising. As a consumer, I am asking you to please pull your “two groom” ad immediately and support traditional family values instead of this liberal agenda. My decision to shop in your store depends on it. I look forward to hearing from you regarding my concern.

Here’s mine:

“I am greatly pleased in your company’s decision to offend stupid Americans with your newest mail catalogue. Because gay marriage is legal in a few states it DOES mean this is appropriate marketing. As a customer I WILL support it. While your company is a household name, I agree with your responsible choice of standing behind gay marriage. The content is highly family-friendly advertising. As a consumer, I am asking you to please NOT pull your “two groom” ad immediately and support family values. My decision to shop in your store depends on it. I look forward to hearing from you regarding my concern.”

At least, I think that is what I wrote. I checked the “Send me a copy” option, but I didn’t receive one. Hmmm.

In the meantime I popped off a letter to JCPenney to let them know that I support their decision to employ Ellen and I will be more likely to shop at JCPenney because of it. They promptly sent a nice note back. (“We appreciate your feedback and are equally excited to partner with America’s favorite host.” I wonder if the religious zealot-y types will object to her being called a “America’s favorite host” now. Isn’t America’s favorite “host” the body of Jesus?)

In the meantime I also started getting newsletters from the OMM, about how we shouldn’t fund Planned Parenthood, etc. etc. But, after checking my junk mail spam trap, I still didn’t have anything about my Action! Letter! Hence, I had to go back to the OMM website action page and submit another form letter to Macy’s.

New letter:

“The FAQ of the OneMillionMoms website says: ‘Will my letter be sent exactly as I wrote it? Yes it will. We do not screen or edit any letters written by activists.’ I submitted a valid email address in order to take action on this issue. I believe in traditional values – like marriage. But OneMillionMoms did not a) send me a copy of the email I wrote you, and b) did not contact me via my valid email address to confirm my action. Perhaps they did not like the way that I modified their form letter to you about this issue. I’m trying again: Keep up the good work, Macy’s. Sincerly, An Activist”

Then I unsubscribed from those losers, because honestly, I’m not really a mom.

And instead I went directly over to the American Family Association and subscribed to their AFA ActionAlert mailing list. So when they tell me to write to Home Depot and Disney and the NFL, I will write and say: thank you for continuing to support your homo employees, and thank you for Modern Family, and thank you for giving young ladies like Madonna a chance for some national exposure.

Gay Agenda

LizzieLou | news & politics | Monday, January 30th, 2012

Silly me. I have been wondering why the bloody hell someone doesn’t just make an appeal to the court that denying people gay marriage is a form of sex discrimination and thus unconstitutional. Right? I’m a woman. I wanna marry another woman. You’re not letting me because of the womaniness, but if I was a man you would let me. Simple. Easy. ‘Nuff said and we’re done.


Clearly I am a dope. I keep forgetting that there is no federal constitutional amendment prohibiting discrimation based on sex or gender. That would have been the ERA, the Equal Rights Amendment that states “Equality of rights under the law shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of sex.” And that has never been passed. So much for my bright idea.

So This Thing Happened…

LizzieLou | news & politics | Wednesday, January 21st, 2009

… yesterday, after I came home from work. I put on the telly in the evening to watch Rachel Maddow Show coverage of the inauguration (which I was able to quietly monitor during the day thanks to the CNN/Facebook live streaming coverage) and I heard her say something about “blah blah the president blah blah.” My insides clenched and my nostrils flared as has been happening autonomically for the last 8 years, but then I suddenly realized that it was a totally different “the President” she was talking about and I unclenched and unflared and began to ooze tears of relief. Again, like election night, but better. I feel a little lighter even today.

How the Dodo Managed It

LizzieLou | neighbors,news & politics | Monday, April 7th, 2008

It’s was caucus time again on Saturday. Another day spent with my “neighbors and friends.” There was a crowd of about 1500 plus gathered in a local high school.

I was slapped with a sticker when I walked in the door. Thus clearly tagged for Hillary, I signed in as the alternate HRClinton delegate for my precinct. I received my “credentials” — which consisted of a blue postcard with my name and info on it and a white piece of yarn to thread through the holes punched in the top. This I looped around my neck like a kindergartner on a field trip. I squeezed through the crowd and found a seat in the “Hillary” area, balloons and signs marking out the 2 of the 8 sections. These big wooden bleachers were rolled out in the gym and there were some plastic cafeteria chairs arranged in the middle of the floor for anyone who couldn’t scale the steps of the bleachers. (Those steps were high; my knees were unhappy and I thought I would be tumbling down the risers before the day was out.)

Call to order and the flag salute.

During the initial count there were speeches by the party people (in da house), state representatives, guys running for office, and our congressman. I chatted with some of the people around me, scored some more stickers (whoo), and had the opportunity to do some quality people-watching. I didn’t see anyone I knew yet, except a lady from the bus who is an avid reader. I perused my “program” and the party platform and felt kinda glad that I had come. I had to, of course, because I had promised (PROMISED) the delegate lady from down the street that I would. I still hadn’t seen her and I started suspecting that I wouldn’t. Anyway, leading up to this I had been starting to feel the first waves of ambivalence about this primary and the candidates since it all began so many months ago. Being at the caucus gave me a little spark again, remembering that something’s going to change soon.

Then I was summoned to be seated as a Delegate and went back down the bleachers, through the crowds, to get my new “credentials” — the yellow postcard of the lady who didn’t show, with my name written on the back in black Sharpie(TM). And a new piece of yarn. Then I got to wait on line for the bathroom for a while. Then I climbed back into the bleachers. It was a bit less crowded now. And time for the second count.

The platform committee head was at the podium going through the platform line by line. People went to the microphone on the floor to state that they wanted to “flag” an item for discussion later. If the people at the microphone flagged an item that had already been flagged, or started explaining why they wanted to flag the item, they would get shouted out by the crowd and politely, but sternly, redirected by the man at the podium to come back later. Nearly the whole platform was flagged, every section from Agriculture to Transportation. Flagging meant that they wanted to debate something about the item – the wording, or it’s inclusion at all. The crowd shouting at the speakers was a little harsh at first — some of these people were clearly new to the process — but after the people before you got shouted at, you’d think the lesson would have been learned. Much of the shouting was incomprehensible as well, just a lot of “HEeynoOTSt-opwahablAHHMmaa-ambACkcantDDid” background noise. The intent was clear, but the directions not so much. Some speakers got frustrated and shouted back “what??? why? WHAT?!” into the microphone.

Next, the Mayor came and spoke. (After someone hissed at the announcement of his impending arrival we are all admonished to play nice on this special happy party day.) The tally of the second count of delegates was announced. As expected, it was still Obama over HRClinton at about 4 to 1. Each side then had a representative speak for three minutes (only!) about why their candidate is the greatest ever. After which there were 15 minutes allotted for the people who wanted to change their votes over to the other candidate to do so. (In case you are wondering, the Edwards delegate and the Kucinich delegates did not reach the minimum to be “seated.” I don’t know which candidate they went to.)

After this the debate about the platform resumed. Each item that was flagged was announced and the motions were made from the microphone on the floor. If someone wanted to amend or delete an item, there could be two speakers for and two against. It was very Robert’s Rules of Order. If someone messed up, inadvertently moved to a new motion, or went out of turn, the crowd again started its shouting and mumbling en masse. “Out of order! Out of order!!” Democracy in action. It reminded me of Parliamentary proceedings in the in the UK — a lot of “huzzah huzzah” and “bah humbug.” Fun!

In order to vote pro or con on the motions we had to hold our “credentials” in the air to be counted. Generally one group of yellow postcards held aloft out numbered the other group of yellow postcards held aloft, but when they didn’t a count was called. The word ‘archaic’ came to mind. I couldn’t help but think that here in the year Two Thousand Eight, things would be more streamlined, more precise, less wonky. And at this point I would like to comment that some of my “neighbors and friends” are… crazy. Not incoherent, but a bit illogical? maybe out of touch? I’ve tried to find the words to describe them, but you’ve just gotta experience them. I think many of them may be the oddball library patrons that plague my favorite librarian.

So, we only got as far as Education before the final delegate counts came in. Then it was time to adjourn to our congressional districts, by candidate, for the selection of the next set of delegates. Our group trundled off to the school auditorium. We were all given printed ballots with the names of the people who wanted to continue on as delegates to the county-state-and-eventually national conventions. Except, a page was missing. So our group leader had to read out 30 names for us to write down on our printed ballots. It went a little like this…

“Number 112, Melissa Haffersnatch.”


“Yes. Melissa.”


“H-a-f-f-e-r snatch. Number 113, Joan Tremble.”


“No, I think I am going just fine. Keep up people or we’ll be here forever. Number 114, John Johnson.”


It was a bit testy. All the preamble and materials and everyone said we would be going no later than 4pm. But it was already about 3:30 pm and we had yet to listen to all 115 people’s 30-second speeches about why they should be elected as the delegates. Finally we got to the speeches, and it turned out that a bunch of people were gone already. I guess they would have been sucky, uncommitted delegates! We needed to choose seven women and seven men. Some of the speeches were dopey, some good, some very good. At one point I got little verklempt when a woman made her statement …. about how you see in the history books the lists of presidents we’ve had so far, all 43 of them, and how you might feel imagining looking at those rows of faces, those rows of oily portraits, and then seeing HRClinton at number 44.

Well, hell yeah. My heart might grow three sizes that day.

Finally the speechettes were done, the ballots collected and we were free to move on. There were still about six or seven more pages of platform to go through – line by line, everyone’s nit-picky, and/or perfectly reasonable motions. But I was out of water, and out of Luna bars, and out of other things, and it was well past 4pm, so I called it a day and shuffled on back to the parking lot. I suspect that the motions on the platform might still be going on today, with the die-hards, fatigued and bleary-eyed and holding their credentials aloft.

Meet Your Sweaty Neighbors! It’s Caucus Time!

LizzieLou | neighbors,news & politics | Sunday, February 10th, 2008

`What IS a Caucus-race?’ said Alice; not that she wanted much to know, but the Dodo had paused as if it thought that SOMEBODY ought to speak, and no one else seemed inclined to say anything.

`Why,’ said the Dodo, `the best way to explain it is to do it.’ (And, as you might like to try the thing yourself, some winter day, I will tell you how the Dodo managed it.)

First it marked out a race-course, in a sort of circle, (`the exact shape doesn’t matter,’ it said,) and then all the party were placed along the course, here and there. There was no `One, two, three, and away,’ but they began running when they liked, and left off when they liked, so that it was not easy to know when the race was over. However, when they had been running half an hour or so, and were quite dry again, the Dodo suddenly called out `The race is over!’ and they all crowded round it, panting, and asking, `But who has won?’

This question the Dodo could not answer without a great deal of thought, and it sat for a long time with one finger pressed upon its forehead (the position in which you usually see Shakespeare, in the pictures of him), while the rest waited in silence. At last the Dodo said, `EVERYBODY has won, and all must have prizes.’


On Saturday, afflicted with a cough that sounds like tuberculosis, I toddled forth with Lolly to our neighborhood caucus site. Just within the last week or so did I make up my mind to go stand for HRClinton. It was pretty obvious that Seattle would go for Obama; although I’m not opposed to that, I couldn’t not support My First Lady Candidate. Our precinct went 4 to 1 for Obama; there wasn’t any HRClinton campaign representation so the few us on the HRC side of the room were left to muddle through. We held onto our few peeps and got one delegate to go to the next caucus in April. (I’m her alternate and she had me promise that I would go too.)

It was my first time doing something for a political process besides casting a vote (and displaying a sign) and it was kinda fun and interesting — kinda annoying at times and hot and stuffy as well, but worth enduring and getting into the spirit of the thing. Had I not been diseased and prone to violent coughing fits, I may have even talked a little more. As a bonus, it was entertaining to meet a few more neighbors, some of which I recognized from riding the bus. People introduced themselves by describing their homes: “We’re the brick tudor on the corner.” and “We’re the pink house with the weird bushes in the front.” and “We have that narrow walled driveway and the dogs.” Everyone made efforts to be very polite. So, all-in-all caucusing wasn’t that bad which is good because it seems I’ve got to go do it again.

I hope Hillary sends me a bumper sticker or something.

Barbra Streisand is Panhandling Me

LizzieLou | nablopomo,news & politics | Wednesday, November 28th, 2007

” I’m like you — I’m ready for change. “

I Did It!

LizzieLou | news & politics | Monday, October 22nd, 2007

Notice anything? This is from a recent campaign stop…

ididedwards.jpg … thank you very much. I will take the credit for the rejection of the yellow rubber bracelet. I am a secret campaign consultant. I don’t think it was a fluke either because on this past weekend’s Real Time with Bill Maher, the candidate continued to be sans yellow rubber bracelet. He made a decent showing there too and came off much better than he did at the LOGO forum. I’ll put him back in the plus column and sign-up to receive more campaign spam. (I swear, Hillary sends me so many emails I think she has a little crush on me. She’s even using Bill as her wingman.)

Who knew my little blog could be so influential?

Email to Edwards

LizzieLou | news & politics | Saturday, August 11th, 2007

Dear Senator Edwards (‘s campaign staff):

forgive this really moronic request I am about to make, but I feel so strongly about this I know I can’t be the only one…. Please stop wearing that yellow Lance Armstrong bracelet. Four years ago, Kerry wore one. It was a fad then, and perhaps forgivable. However, to see a candidate wearing that now is a reminder of a failed campaign, of loss and grief.

So, please PLEASE, take the yellow bracelet off. You don’t want to pick-up where Kerry left off. Find your own way.

How ’bout a pink one?

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