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The Most Important Lesson from GOT

***WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS GAME OF THRONES’ SPOILERS!***

It’s sport for GOT fans to mercilessly drag every episode of this last season, in gory detail, and I agree with the main criticism ~ the ending is rushed. The show runners spent 7 long seasons setting up an intricate story, and now they’re zooming to finish, stuffing two wars into three episodes out of six, and leaving lots of loose ends.

Meanwhile, I’m basically enjoying the eps, besides wishing there would have been more of them. I don’t share the common criticism that the plot twists and character arcs are “unearned.” The first seasons generally followed the books, so if you’d read them, you weren’t shocked by twists. Ned’s beheading was accepted because those of us who read the books knew it was coming, but normally the sudden death of a beloved character early on would have generated criticism from fans.

So, when I read today that people are upset about Varys’ death, I roll my eyes. The dude was a great character, but he was always plotting and scheming against rulers, and it was inevitable one would discover it and kill him. You have to wonder why it took so long really, except for the fact that he was smarter than all of them. Littlefinger was also, but Varys was not evil and selfish, so he caught more breaks. Both men were lucky they lasted as long as they did.

People who are carrying on today about Daenerys going “mad” haven’t been paying attention. She has stated all along that she was going to take what was hers “with fire and with blood.” She has torched people throughout the show, but that was okay with us because we didn’t like them. Her character has been stable, her mission unchanged, and her vision focused on one goal.

If you want to pick apart the military strategy of Euron and his crew, I get that. One day he takes out a dragon with his first shot and sinks the entire opposing navy; in the next encounter, he’s totally inept. What the hell happened there? Gotta say though I enjoyed his rambunctious battle to the death with Jaime. Good stuff, though I did think Euron would have mentioned the baby he thinks is his. Might have thrown Jaime off-balance.

Okay, so Jaime fooking Lannister, amirite? People are yelling about his character arc. Pffft, I say. You know what? It’s perfect. The more I think about it, the more perfect it is. Here we have a handsome, spoiled, rich jerk who is in love with his sister and does horrible things for a long time. Some of these things he does for her and some he does just because he’s an arrogant ass.

Then, Jaime gets captured, tortured, and has his comeuppance and epiphany. He begins to be a slightly better person. He sees that he could maybe love a woman who isn’t a monster and be loved in return. He could fight for the people instead of his shitty family name. Some of his interior ugliness is replaced with goodness.

But then… then… bratty, snotty Sansa (more about her in a sec), says nyah we’ve taken King’s Landing and your sis is gonna die! Jaime immediately reverts to form, dumps his new sweet love and breaks her heart, and gallops back to his wicked twin. Why?

Because people don’t change!

That’s the lesson here, folks. And it’s a good and important one. Dany never changed, not one iota. Jaime appeared to change, but he didn’t really. And what about Sansa, who began as a pretty wounded bird and allegedly turned into a strong confident woman? Nah fam. She’s still a petty, snide, gossipy bitch. Dishonest and backstabbing.

Jon/Aegon never changed either. He can’t help but be a noble, relentlessly honest lump of boring. Tyrion is still the same brilliant little scamp who puts his family first no matter how terrible they are. And he does sometimes back the wrong horse, especially when it’s very pretty. Sandor had one main mission in life, and though he did get sidetracked with other tasks along the way, ultimately he refocused on his goal, the Cleganebowl.

Arya? Let’s see what she does in the final ep. Any predictions? I admit I was wrong when I predicted Jaime would kill Cersei, and I’m glad to be wrong. I love that they stuck to the “people don’t change” theme instead, and decided to ignore Maggie’s prophecy. Now, the prediction is that Arya will kill Dany. I don’t know… What do you think?

Thanks for reading all this!

Denial

Alyssa tweets that we should deny sex to protest strict abortion bans, and while I am Pro-Choice, her idea is wacky. Only women who believe the same will be on board, and most of them are already with like-minded men, so we’re punishing men who agree with us? Not to mention the fact that sex shouldn’t be used as a prize. Plus the fact that the anti-sex people couldn’t be more thrilled. 🙄

~*~

Via Sammi

FPQ21: Rainbow White House 🌈

Fandango’s back and there’s gonna be provoking, hey la, hey la, Fandango’s back!

“Do you think America is ready for an openly gay person to be elected to the office of President of the United States? Explain your opinion.”

I’m going to be very “Zen” about answering this question: The U.S. will be ready for an openly gay President if and when we elect an openly gay President.

We were ready for a black President when we elected President Obama for two terms. Apparently we were not ready for an LDS President, as Obama defeated Romney in 2012. We also weren’t ready for a female President in 2016, but maybe we will be at some point. Sometimes we accept male Presidents who cheat on their wives (Bill Clinton, Donald Trump, et al), but other times we toss them out of the lineup (Gary Hart, Herman Cain, et al). We’re a moody country and you can’t depend upon us to react consistently.

So, you will know when we’re ready for an openly gay POTUS when we in fact elect one and not before. If “Mayor Pete” goes up against Trump (not gonna happen), MP will lose. Nothing personal. If I had to bet on 2020 right now, I would unfortunately have to bet on the incumbent. 🤮

Lip Service 💋 [SOCS]

Blips are bad when they appear on your phone, but on an EKG you’d better hope you have some.

Clips of politicians acting like jerks I’d rather not click on whether at home or at work.

Flipping my hair to flirt with a dude is something for which I’ve never been in the mood.

Lipstick is lovely in pink or in red, though it can mess up a collar or a pillow in bed. 💋

Slipping and falling flat on my butt I try to avoid though I don’t have much luck.

Tulips can be tiptoed through, or so Timmy sings, but I wouldn’t want to crush one, since they epitomize Spring!

Mmm middle…

I’m not keen on extremes. Seems lately, at least on the internet, most of what you read veers to the ideology of the far left or the far right. And people do love their labels. They’re not comfortable until they slap one on you and box you up. Everywhere you go, you’re bedeviled with folks yelling out “racist!” “socialist!” “traitor!” etc. at peeps.

I find it much more sensible to hover in the middle. That’s not to say I’m indecisive on issues of the day ~ I feel strongly about many topics. But much of the time I don’t agree with what’s being presented as either the “conservative” position or the “liberal” position. They both swing too wildly from anything that makes sense for our society, whether we’re talking about something like banning all guns or banning all abortions (and the birth control pill too!)… just pure insanity, imo.

This is why I call myself a moderate. And the more outrageous things I read from both sides only further convinces me that staying in the middle is a good place to be. Of course that also makes me a convenient target of wrath and derision from peeps at both ends, but eh whatever.

The middle is where it’s at, man.

(Sorry to get political, but this was on my mind today and I wasn’t feeling the creative vibe.)

Green [fiction 500]

Finally, all the pesky environmental protection laws had been defeated and steel drilling rigs covered the coastline. One by one, native species of flora and fauna died off, except for the Pacific greenworm. The greenworm flourished without its former predators and swiftly mutated into a new creature that could absorb nutrients from steel. There was a lot of steel around, and the worms were hungry.

*

At the university laboratory, the brilliant microbiology team studied the mutant worms in an attempt to understand how to kill them and protect the oil industry.

“Shouldn’t we be wearing full protective gear?” Ashley Adams asked, her voice wavering, since she was new on the team, yet worried they weren’t following proper procedure.

Team leader Brock Butler shook his head. “No need for that expense,” he said decisively. “These little worms are only harmful in water. Plus we aren’t made of steel!”

Chris Campbell sneezed and said, “Hey guys, I’m leaving early for break. I haven’t been feeling well today.”

*

Cantankerous old Grandpa Campbell knocked on the bedroom door. “Ain’t you up yet, Chrissy? I got sumthin to show you.”

Chris slipped her arms into her bathrobe, shivering and shaking. Her chest felt crushed, and she knew she was much sicker than a week ago when she went on Spring Break. She shuffled over to the front door where Grandpa was pointing. “Oh, my God.”

A bright green film covered everything: the porch, the walkway, the cars, the trees. It was as if the sky had dumped green snow as a belated St. Patrick’s joke. “What is that?”

“Worms,” Grandpa said. “They’s eating up the world. And they started in your school stuff. I threw your backpack on the porch when I first saw them, and the next day there were a million. Now a hundred million. A billion!”

“That can’t be,” Chris said. “They only live in the ocean and eat steel!”

Grandpa waved his hands. “You got eyes same as me. Look! That ain’t the ocean out there. And those worms are eating my trees.”

“I have to call my team.”

“School’s gone,” Grandpa said. “Was on the news. Worms ate everyone. From the inside out. They ate the buildings too. And the computers.”

Chris had a coughing fit. Worms. Ate people. From the inside out. “Grandpa,” she gasped. “I have them.”

“No doubt. And it’s too late for me.” He nodded. “I handled your bags.”

“What are we going to do?” Chris stared out at the bright green cars that used to be a white Corolla and a black Ford pickup.

“How about a martini?” Grandpa suggested. “We have time for maybe two each.”

Chris frowned. “Time? Before what?”

“Russia and China are about to nuke us, to stop the worms from spreading over there.” Grandpa walked into the kitchen and opened the liquor cabinet.

“But doesn’t our government have something to say about that? Can’t they protect us?”

“Naw, honey.” Grandpa took down two glasses. “They’ve all fled the country.”

~*~

Genre Writing Challenge: Eco-Thriller

Opposites Attract Challenge: April 9

Three Things Challenge: PL54

Ten Days To Go! [Game of Thrones fanfic]

What was once derided as myth and fairy tales of crazy witches has now come to pass: the army of the dead is marching on the living. It won’t much matter who was more prescient in choosing a leader, except there’s a slightly better chance of surviving if the living fight together rather than conspire against one another as they have done until now.

But some say there may be a forgotten factor. Nymeria, the cast-off dire wolf from House Stark has survived all these years in the frigid forests of the North. We caught a glimpse of her when Arya was traveling alone and a wolf pack appeared, led by Nymeria. There were thousands of dire wolves, an army in their own right. Will they fight for the living against the Night King?

As the air turns even colder and a brutal long winter descends once again upon Westeros, it’s fortunate that the remaining Starks have at least reunited in Winterfell. Whether the star-crossed Queen Daenerys and her two fire dragons will ultimately be friend or foe to the Starks, well…

We will just have to wait and watch!

~*~

Elemental Challenge: Air/Frigid

Opposites Attract Challenge April 4

12 Things via Life Lessons

Twelve Things I Would Most Like to Know About You 

If at least twenty-five people answer these questions and either give a link to their blogs in comments below or send the answers to me via email, Facebook or Skype, I will have a drawing and contribute an amount equal to the number of responders (up to a limit of $100) to the winner’s favorite charity. Please let me know if you do not wish to have your answers published, as I might share some of them on my blog.  Okay, the race is on! I’m going to be very disappointed if no one plays along.

Who in your opinion is the sexiest man (if you are a woman) or woman (if you are a man) who ever lived?

It’s so difficult for me to answer this. I’ve only known a small number of men (and wouldn’t pick any of them, lol). I hate to go by looks alone, if we’re talking celebs, since my working theory is that the better looking a man is, the more of a jerk he’ll likely turn out to be. But super funny, super smart men (my idea of sexy qualities) can be jerks too, even if they aren’t great looking. Okay, fine. I’m going with Jon Bon Jovi who is super hot, a great singer, appears to have been true to his wife all these years, and doesn’t boycott Israel like other idiot celebs.

What favorite food do you rarely eat and why?

Seafood fettuccine; it’s expensive.

What would your closest friends be most surprised to find out about you?

That I’m not as liberal as people assume just because I’m pro-choice.

Who is the most famous person you ever met and what were the circumstances?

Not exactly “met,” but I was buying a Sunday paper at a newsstand in Beverly Hills in 1988, and Mick Jagger jumped out of a limo to buy one too. He waited in line behind me like a normal person, and when the guy in front of me knocked over a stack of cassette tapes, Mick and I helped him pick them up.

What famous person would you most like to have as a close friend and why?

Jeff Bezos, so he could more favorably algorithmize my Kindle books.

What is your biggest regret in life?

That I didn’t go to Northwestern.

What is the strangest pet you ever had?

I’ve only had normal pets.

What is the item of clothing you have owned for the longest period of time?

A warm coat from my Chicago days, but I’ve hardly worn it since.

What object in your house holds the most nostalgic value for you?

A bunch of things my daughters made and bought for me, photo albums, plus a few keepsakes from my mom too.

What question do you wish you had asked a deceased relative but didn’t?

I wish I’d asked my mom for the info she had on other family members.

Who in the world (relative or not) do you most resemble? 

My mom.

What is your favorite footwear and why?

Comfy black moccasins… cuz they’re comfy and go with almost everything.

“Okay!!! The game is on. Don’t make me say at this advanced stage in my life that no one wants to play with me!” ~ Judy

The Story of Billie [fiction 333]

There once was a politician named Billie Groman who got elected by lying, cheating, and scheming (i.e., the usual). She told half the people they’d never have to work again and could fritter away all their leisure time in delectable pursuits because life was meant to be treasured and enjoyed. She told the other half that life was about hard work and responsibilities, no matter how unwelcome, and that no one would be getting a free ride on her watch.

During some speeches, she promised to raise taxes on the wealthy; when she spoke to the wealthy in private, she told them not to worry, since she’d be adding many more loopholes and deductions. She told peace lovers she would never begin another war; she told security-minded folks she’d be sending “consultants” (aka troops) to more countries. And on and on…

She won in a landslide.

But a strange thing happened a year or so after Billie took office. Every time she told a lie, she threw up. Every time she engaged in yet another scheme to enrich herself and her cohorts at taxpayer expense, she felt short of breath. Being a creepy, slimy liar was suddenly repellent and revolting.

“I’m going to tell you the truth!” Billie said at a surprise press conference. Reporters gasped in shock as Billie revealed the shady dealings she’d been immersed in and also blasted out the secrets her fellow politicians had entrusted her with.

When she was finished, Billie felt cleansed and attractive, younger and wholesome. She assumed others would view her this way too and hoped everyone would soon follow her good example of being morally upright.

That didn’t happen however. Billie was shunned by her colleagues, voted out of office, and disowned by her family. She wandered the land, working fields and farms, and keeping to herself. Eventually she found a longer term job way up North, shoveling out stables.

Billie didn’t mind though. It was honest work and the horses loved her.

~*~

Genre Challenge 23: Billdungsroman

Opposites Attract: Challenge 21

Opposites Attract: Challenge 22

Here Comes the Sun

Fandango said I could grab his Sunshine Questions, so I am. I’m not in the mood to write a prompt story about an apocalyptic closet, which was my other idea.

If you could start your blog all over again, how would it be different, if at all, from your current blog?

I’d be completely anonymous and never reference anything about my real life, so I could indulge in all sorts of fantastical writings. And loads more bitching. I don’t bitch nearly enough, imo. Of course then I’d get some Primary Colors type detective figuring out who I am because I mention cupcakes one day. Bah!

What quote or saying do people spout but which is complete BS?

Anything about counting blessings, smiling, looking on the bright side, having a positive mental attitude, etc. Those things are hard-wired and it makes things worse for those of us who are not able to view life that way to constantly be told that our sadness/anxiety is our own fault. If you can’t be empathetic, then go smell some fucking flowers and leave us alone.

What is the dumbest way you’ve been injured?

Oh geez. So many dumbs. Probably trying to open a Snapple with a steak knife and slicing my finger so badly I needed stitches.

What’s the most interesting thing you’ve read or seen this week?

Probably something about a crocodile eating a snake eating a snake eating a rat ~ oh wait! I’m confusing that with politics. Never mind.

What was the last picture you took with your smartphone (if you have one, or with your camera if you don’t).

I have a question for anyone still reading: whatever happened to that Wednesday prompt from Patricia? It was one word and we wrote 5 lines about it. Is this another one of my glitches, that I’m not allowed to see it anymore? I’ve written to WP about my issues, but we know how that will go.

Thanks!