Bah Humbug

Even the bellringers are out of work this holiday.

I cried today

I cried today. At this video, at this time. President Obama surpised a Honor Flight landing in Washington, D.C. He thanked each and every one of them for their service and their commitment to our country. On its own, it was a powerful and emotional moment for everyone involved and everyone watching. Definitely NOT a "suckers and losers" moment.

I cried today because of how far this country has fallen since 2016. A meglomaniac daily destroys the nearly 250 years of work and sacrifice of millions of ordinary citizens for the benefit of himself and his oligarchy. Our system of government, designed to prevent this unchecked tyranny, has been complicit. The House of Representatives serves as merely a fluffer to the orange shitgibbon's miniscule mirco-penis... (not to mention Grindr Mike Johnson's protection of his pedophilia by not seating Adelita Grijalva and blocking the release of the Epstein Files). Too many Democratic Senators, who are voted into office to support their constituents, are more concerned about their AIPAC retirement funds than they are in protecting affordable health care. The Supreme Court is bought and paid for by Leonard Leo and Harlan Crow. 

In 2008 I campaigned for Barack Obama (even before he had secured the nomination over Hillary Clinton). I contributed to the campaign. I knocked on doors (out of state in Nevada since my home state California was a sure thing). I phone banked and talked to hundreds of people in swing states like Ohio, North Carolina, Michigan, etc. for months... right up until the polls closed. And we won. And the country recovered and began to thrive after GWB. In 2012, I threw myself into the effort to keep HOPE alive. Phone banking from deep red North Dakota quickly became my hobby of choice. And we won. And everyone in the country succeeded.

I cried today because there isn't much hope for America as we approach the country's 250th Anniversary in 2026. Nameless, faceless Gestapo roam our streets to "disappear" anyone who is black, brown or yellow (non-white). The regime strips journalists access to the Pentagon unless they submit to broadcasting only the "approved state news." MAGA  supports starving the poor among us. They fight to strip the access and power to voting away from those who don't agree with the Dear Leader. They fight to strip healthcare benefits from the most vulnerable of us and astronomically raise the price of health insurance for those who have it. They impose catastrophic tariffs that destroy international trade and bankrupt American businesses. Then they propose a token "tariff rebate." They will, by all means available, try to cancel the elections of 2028 and keep their orange messiah in power.

I cried today for the veterans. Each and every day they represent this country in the most highest honor possible and defend the Contstitution of the United States (even those attacked for who they love or how they indentify themselves). Active or retired, they defend the dreams and ideals a rag-tag bunch of guys had 250 years ago that all should be free and equal. Our veterans deserve better. They deserve to be welcomed home (even after battles with which we disagreed). They deserve the best treatment availble for their wounds (especially the mental trauma they will live with for their lifetimes). They deserve more than just a free breakfast at Denny's one day a year.

I cried today because I fear it will never get any better, no matter how hard we fight back.

Snow Stakes

So the landscaping company at our apartment complex did their final cleanup on Friday. All of the fallen leaves were collected, and they left us these. For those not in the northern climates, these are snow stakes. As you can see, they define the curbs in parking lots, sidewalks, etc. Typically your "landscaping" company transitions into your "snow removal" company. The stakes help snow plow drivers know where the curbs are when they clear the snow... usually in the dark during the early hours before sunrise. It is the sign that fall is over and winter is near.

An interesting footnote for southern readers... take a look at the fire hydrant on the left hand side of the photo. If you zoom in and enlarge the photo, you can see the red/white pole attached to the hydrant. That's there in case the hydrant gets buried in snow, so the firefighters can find it. Flurries are in the forecast today with little or no accumulation. We've turned our clocks back, the trick-or-treaters have come and gone, and the snow stakes have returned after their hiatus. Winter is on the way.

Everyman

Marshawn Kneeland was 24 years old. He played football for the Dallas Cowboys of the NFL. In his last game, he recovered a blocked punt for a touchdown on national television. A defensive player, it was his first touchdown in the NFL. He went to college at Western Michigan University. He apparently had a girlfriend and strong family support in his life. Wednesday night, he got into a high speed chase with law enforcement, ran and escaped. Then he raised a gun and ended his own life. 

He had his whole life ahead of him. It is an absolute tragedy. Why he made the decisions he made that evening, no one will ever know. My heart aches for his family, his friends, and fans of his football career at WMU and the Cowboys. By all accounts, he was a good person, a hard worker, and an overachiever of his life goals. Then he ended them in one night, in one instant.

What chance does an "everyman" have when he/she contemplates the same resolution? They DON'T have the world in front of them. They DON'T have a NFL salary pouring into their bank accounts. They DON'T have a committed companion and family support behind them. They DON'T have unlimited resources from their employer to begin coping with mental health issues they may be having. They likely DO have a destructive family or personal situation. They likely DO have financial troubles which are insurmountable. They DO see no positive future on the horizon. They DO see public assistance, their last lifeline, being eliminated by the current administration. They make the same choice as he did last night/this morning. It is no less a tragedy as Marshawn Kneeland, only more unreported or unrecognized.

I am an "everyman." I often consider choosing the route that Marshawn and countless others make each and every day. Some days it's a fleeting thought. Some days it keeps me awake at night. And some days... a high profile individual with everything going for them does exactly what I've been thinking. And on those days, I wonder why I didn't get there before them.

Vote (Blue) Today

Get out and VOTE today for the obvious reasons. But get out and vote for another less obvious reason. When 2026 rolls around, you know the GOP (guardians of pedophiles) will resurrect their endless campaign of purging voter rolls. Given their blatant disregard for the law, you know they will designate you as an "inactive voter" if you miss this year's off-cycle elections.

Even if it is only one ballot measure or one school board race, take 10 minutes and vote. It will help to protect your right to vote in 2026. Visit your state's Secretary of State website to see if there is a primary in your district and your polling place. Keep in mind, some districts have different polling places for federal elections versus state and local elections.

Here I Go Again...

Here I go again on my own... In a world with so many different ways to express yourself, going back to blogging (which is dead from a commercial standpoint) seems a little pointless. Gone are the days where search engines would find blogs, scan their key words and have them near the top of their results list. Most everyone who will take the time to peruse these pages is someone who already knows me. In fact, most of us met (virtually at first) from reading each others blogs. I would read a blog, then search their list of followers and would read and follow others. Communities formed around common themes and grew organically. Sometimes, we'd form our own private communities (The Wild Onion Cafe) to share amongst ourselves without the world watching (a basic form of what would become Zuckerberg's Nightmare). IF you stumble your way across this blog, or get invited from a "friend of a friend," then Biindigen.

But why? I'm sure a big part of it is the search for that sense of community. I don't have that anymore. At 94 years old, Momness doesn't remember my name. My brother and I (who have never been close) live in the same city and rarely see or speak with each other unless it's about Momness. I found a glimmer of community during the No Kings march in October. You're my tribe and sometimes I'd like to share things more in depth than just 120 characters.

Another big part is to express some of my creativity to the world. Reformatting the look and style of a blog was a challenge, but fun. Writing for the sake of writing... trying to be funny when I feel funny, serious when I feel serious, scared when I feel scared, and vulnerable when I feel vulnerable. The ability to do these things personally for people who I know I can trust, and anonymously for people I don't know that I can trust, presents a freedom I can't find on today's popular social media platforms.

So what will be here... THE ARCHIVES! Yes, this is the former blog with all of the former content. The only things I've changed are the url (to be less conspicuous) and the template format (to keep things fresh to the eye). Like in the past, new posts will probably be every few days. I put down a few new ones while shaking out the bugs before going back live. I'll also be bringing back some recurring themes, like JB & The Brain. Similar to before, it will be stream of consciousness. Funny, sad, topical, newsworthy, or somewhere in between; you'll never be quite sure what you'll get on a given day. And that's The Essence of Bobness.

Haloween Revisited

Way back in the past, 30 years ago, I would go to my bosses home to help him celebrate Halloween. "Celebrate" is kind of a loose term.... he and I would grill outside in the front yard (steaks, chicken, lamb chops, etc.) and hand out candy to the trick or treaters while his wife took his two girls throughout the neighborhood to trick ot treat. As you can probably surmise, there were plenty of adult beverages in the coolers while we were holding down the fort. Since this was Florida, there was also plenty of OFF spray and citronella candles to ward off the swarms of mosquitos after sundown.

Good times and good memories with good people. (As an aside, that year we did lamb chops it was amazing). So many years since I can remember being not happy, but at least "at peace." 

Garlic

When your small space in existence, and the world in general, is a depressing mess; you cling to any small victory. My garlic have gotten a good start this fall.

I’ll have to mulch over them this week as the snow will soon begin to fall and the hard winter freeze will set in.

Hopefully when spring comes, I’ll be here to clear the mulch and watch them bloom into beautiful flowers and delicious food.

Watch your step... reconstruction zone.

Holy crow.... it's been so long since I visited this place that I've forgotten how to navigate it. It's going to take a while until I get back into the swing of things. So consider this a construction site until I figure things out again and get them where I'd like them to be. But while you wait #FuckIce.