Thingy

  I heard this phrase growing up all the time in the Thingy household - "It's a woman's prerogative to change her mind." It was a sexist attitude and a lame excuse for being a beyotch, which my mother tended to be on occasion. My sisters and I have a running joke about Mom thinking herself a princess who married a dirty farm boy and would never be happy. But that's another story. Let's discuss JD Vance and his prerogative to also change his mind. Or, has he? Lol. Of course not. He still thinks Trump reprehensible, an idiot, and, "leading the working class to a very dark place." I have to admit, as I momit (mouth vomit) JD is an intelligent person. I did read his memoir, 'Hillbilly Elegy,' almost to the very end, where he finally revealed his true colors. I don't toss out many books, but this was an exception.  I still believe he's a very bright man. He's also the biggest opportunist in the Trump regime and that is mind blowing sin...

My doomsaying prediction was correct regarding the box office results of, ' Supergirl .' The movie is going to be recorded as a giant flop in the movie books.  So, what happened? I think the neanderthal was right. Men want women to look stunning as they fight evil. They want boobage, lust and sexual innuendo. They don't want an average looking young lady, even if she's clever, funny, or a ball busting hero. Don't be surprised. This is who we are. We live in misogynistic society where women are patted on the head, tolerated, fucked and forgotten. Honestly, do not be surprised. I did so well predicting the obvious, I will write about the next big anticipated blockbuster arriving July 17th.  If you've been here before, you might recall, I hated the book, 'The Odyssey,' with a passion. If you want alpha men who spend their days fighting and the other activity 🫢 and mortal women who remain steadfast, always in the background, unless they are wild, cruel an...

  It's hot. Normally the heat doesn't arrive until mid July, but that was in the past. This is our new normal. I don't have a/c so the nights have been extremely uncomfortable. I live in Wisconsin for a reason and it's not for this.  Anyway, let's check into the Great American Carny Festival in our capital. It ain't going so well, folks. Tomorrow it's going to be in the low 100's and possible thunderstorms. I feel sad that I get great pleasure in seeing this. I want this charade to fail. Bigly. Unfortunately, the Trump regime will make others pay for this failure. I'm not sure who they're going to blame for this. Right now they're just lying through their asses. The Fox whores and hounds have been sitting in front of a live shot of the fairgrounds which are empty and claim everything's fine, it's great! It's actually laughable and horrible at the same time. Is there a word for that?  A fun fact- people are so desperate for relief ...

  There wasn't much family time in the Thingy household except for Sunday evenings. I hated Sundays with a passion because it preceded Monday - school. I also hated it because Dad liked to hog the TV and watch Ed Sullivan. Sometimes I didn't mind, especially when the Beatles performed. It was only sullied by Dad's constant haranguing that they looked like thugs. He abhorred them. My mother and sisters loved them. Mom was a lifetime fan.  One singer Dad fawned over was Tom Jones. He frickin loved Tom. His voice was magnificent, Dad would say as Tom twerked onstage. He was a real manly man. Tom Jones creeped me out. He used to wear suits with his shirt unbuttoned to his navel and wore gold chains on his disgusting hairy chest. The Beatles were beautiful. They sang about love and hard day nights.  I hear Tom is a nice guy and this isn't really about him except for a song he sang. Delilah. It's not a song I thought about until today when I saw a blurb regarding Metallic...

 WARNING! FOUL LANGUAGE USED!!! Jesus wept, another fucking creep. Why can't y'all keep your damn prick in your pants and why y'all can't you fucking stay away from married men? I just finished reading about Phil Mickelson and his roaming hands and other bits. The strange part is his wife's reaction to his constant cheating. She just narrows his playing field by getting him banned from golf courses. I guess he can only play golf in his back yard now. She appears to be still married to the piece of shit for whatever reason I can't think of.  As Judge Boyd always say, "Here's the thing," stop making vows you won't keep. Stop treating the supposed people you love, like dirt. You have zero excuse for being an asshole. ZERO! Just don't get married. Screw around with as many people as you wish. Wear a condom. Use protection. Stop fucking around with people who have a partner and or children. You're a hoor. All that for thirty minutes of feeli...

  It has been a very long time since my daughter and I visited the Renaissance Faire held outside of town during  the Summer months. We used to go every year when she was young and we got to know the regulars who really got into character. We never dressed up and pretended we were back there, in Tudor times. Who we kidding? I read and I know things. First, our Faire always smelled lovely, with incense and Dior Sauvage wafting through the grounds. I cannot recall ever using the bathrooms there, but I'm assuming the burgesses did not piss in buckets. There was jousting with handsome knights and no blood was shed. Roasted turkey legs were damn fine eating, then and now.  But, truly, there was nothing romantic about the Elizabethan era, although it certainly had a glow up from the Dark Ages where just going outside could kill you. There really is no way to replicate that past faithfully because it sucked. I will also never quite understand the interest in Civil War reenactmen...