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Who'da thunk?

There were about 80 of us in the room, all good Democrats. It was one of our annual county Dems fundraisers, cocktails and munchables, light music playing in the background. Our representative to the state legislature was there, along with a guest speaker and a member of the city council. We also heard from representatives from the Clinton, Sanders, and O’Malley campaigns; the crowd was split (roughly) 49% Clinton, 49% Sanders, 1% O’Malley, and 1% undecided.

We’d only rented the room for a few hours, but we were having such a great time that folks were reluctant to leave, and many continued their conversations on the sidewalk outside in near-zero temps. Finally, one of the attendees let everyone know that the party could continue at her house, and continue it did well into the night.

What a great evening, full of very lively discussion, engaged, informed, enthusiastic — and a complete absence of malice, hostility, accusations, innuendo, and anger. There was no shouting, no absolutism, no name-calling. This went way beyond civility. This was nothing less than Democrats bonding with other Democrats while celebrating being Democrats.

Now who’da thunk THAT was possible?!
Posted by madamesilverspurs | Mon Jan 18, 2016, 07:49 PM (4 replies)

Out with the faux, in with the real...

Posted by madamesilverspurs | Mon Jan 18, 2016, 04:04 PM (0 replies)

Li'l Donald

Mrs. Abernathy called the roomful of eleven-year-olds to order and told them to open their math books to page thirty-one. Her eyes scanned the class and came to rest on a stocky boy beneath a dome of golden hair, who was making grotesque faces at a girl in leg braces.

“Donald! What is the square root of a hundred and forty-four?”

The boy turned his attention to the teacher with sleepy-eyed indifference.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“What is the square root of a hundred and forty-four?”

“Do I know the square root of a hundred and forty-four? Is that what you’re asking me? Of course I do. It’s absurd that you would even ask me that.”

“Please tell the class what it is.”

“You want ME to tell the class? Excuse me—aren’t you supposed to be the teacher? I think we can all agree that, if anyone around here is going to tell the class the square root of a hundred and forty-four, you should be the one to do it. If you even know the square root of a hundred and forty-four—which, frankly, I have my doubts.”

This last phrase was delivered to three boys sitting across the aisle from the blond boy. They giggled.

“Donald, go the blackboard.”

The boy registered astonishment. “I’m supposed to go to the blackboard?”

“If you do not, you will get an F.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Do you know the answer, Donald?”

“Do I know the answer? Lady, I am super-smart. My I.Q. is, like, many multiples of the square root of a hundred and forty-four. Beyond anything you have seen in this grammar school, believe me.”

“Then you can tell us the square root of a hundred and forty-four.”

“Listen, I know the square root of a hundred and forty-four. I have known it for YEARS.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t do hypotheticals.”

“The square root of a hundred and forty-four is not hypothetical.”

“Oh, really? Says who? You? Has anybody here ever seen a square root? No? I didn’t think so. People, it’s your parents, the taxpayers, who are paying this woman’s salary. Money that could be going to you, personally, for Three Musketeers bars is lining the pocket of this person so that she can stand here asking me to do her job for her. May I be honest? It sickens me.”

“Donald, would you like to go to the principal’s office?”

“Let me tell you something: the principal and I get along great. He respects me, the principal. We see eye to eye on many, many subjects. I wouldn’t mind sitting down with the principal and discussing a few issues pertaining to how this class is being run. I think the principal would be very interested in what I would have to tell him.”

“Are you threatening me, Donald?”

“Threatening you? Whoa! Where did that come from?” Donald turned to the boys across the aisle and said, out of the side of his mouth, “Must be somebody’s time of the month.”

“Donald, what is the square root of a hundred and forty-four?”

“You keep asking the same question! We’ve been over this and over this. I’m starting to wonder if there’s something else going on here. I’m wondering if perhaps someone is not properly accredited as a math teacher. It’s just a question.”

“Sit down, Donald. I am giving you an F.”

The boy did not sit. He turned to speak to the students seated behind him.

“Look, I have demonstrated many, many times that I am a super math brain. I knew the square root of a hundred and forty-four before anybody was even talking about the square root of a hundred and forty-four.”

“What is it?” the teacher asked.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Abernathy. When you hear my answer, you are going to love it so much. You are going to be very, very happy.”

“Good. What is your answer?”

“To what?”

“The square root of a hundred and forty-four.”

“I am so sick of these gotcha questions.”



http://www.newyorker.com/humor/daily-shouts/lil-donald
Posted by madamesilverspurs | Sun Jan 17, 2016, 11:37 PM (5 replies)

So Republicans own Christianity, eh?

Well doesn't that just explain a thing or three!

Posted by madamesilverspurs | Fri Jan 15, 2016, 06:05 PM (2 replies)

Pick one

Posted by madamesilverspurs | Fri Jan 15, 2016, 01:46 PM (0 replies)

Next time, be prepared

Posted by madamesilverspurs | Fri Jan 15, 2016, 01:18 AM (0 replies)

post-debate reminder ---

Posted by madamesilverspurs | Thu Jan 14, 2016, 11:59 PM (1 replies)

Mr. Nice Guy

Posted by madamesilverspurs | Thu Jan 14, 2016, 07:17 PM (1 replies)

cheap teevee shopping

Well, poo. Watching the news and the teevee machine goes “snapcracklepop” and dies. Dug an old itty bitty teevee out of the storage closet, it will have to do until I can get around to replacing it with one I can actually see. On the other hand, it could make watching the GOP “debate” a bit more palatable. Hmmm…...

Meanwhile, I checked a couple of ads, looks like the little bit of cash I got for Christmas will help me get a new one. The 32" flatscreens look likely, but the info is a bit confusing. Not having had a flatscreen before, I need to ask -- will the cable hook to it like it did to the old box machine? Anything I should be wary of?
Posted by madamesilverspurs | Thu Jan 14, 2016, 02:15 PM (18 replies)

As long as we're remembering...

Facebook just delivered this memory from three years ago.

Posted by madamesilverspurs | Thu Jan 14, 2016, 02:32 AM (1 replies)
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