PLEASE NOTE. I have spent the last 2+ hours trying to copy and paste the most bizarre thing that has ever happened to me on the internet (Facebook cracking down on me for spreading poisonous "untruths" about - wait for it - cats). It's not going well, as a huge chunk of text I spent an hour composing has just been deleted by mistake, but I will try (sigh) to reconstruct it.
I love Mark Twain, and I love cats, so putting them together makes for delicious memes that sum up the great man's wit and sensibilities. BUT NO: when I attempted to post a lovely image of his most famous cat quote, along with an image of Twain's fabulous face, a stern notice popped up claiming my Twain meme about cats was FALSE INFORMATION that had been "fact-checked" by a busy bunch of elves in the back room, wielding Sharpies to cross out anything too entertaining or clever. Or Twainish. The man obviously didn't know what he was talking about. All those boys on rafts, painting picket fences - such scurrilous untruths. There were no boys. And as for those jumping frogs - it's a lie! THOSE FROGS NEVER JUMPED, IF IN FACT THERE WERE ANY FROGS TO BEGIN WITH!
I have always thought of myself as an honest person, but I guess I was wrong. I realized just this minute that my entire life has been a tangled web of wicked untruths that may soon affect the entire nation, if not the world. Maybe I should consider running for President.
Below are the posts in inverse order, with the good part at the end. I can't alter the massive size of the images, as the ghost of Facebook haunts my blog and weirds up everything I say or do. (Lord, am I tired.) I can't even get my keyboard to work properly and make typos every three words. But here goes.
Well, this is my last attempt to post my favorite Mark Twain quote about cats. My first three attempts (see blurred image below) labelled me as a purveyor of great untruths as exposed by anonymous "fact-checkers". It's obvious Mark Twain didn't really love cats! He was making the whole thing up, and that is no longer acceptable on Facebook. Posting this image could lose me my Facebook account, I suppose, but at least it would have happened for a worthy cause. So why did they crack down on me so fiercely? It seems that cats have been much maligned in the news lately, between the "childless cat ladies" we keep hearing about, to "they're eating the c**s" (I don't dare spell it out!) Thus, cats are obviously far too controversial to appear in these hallowed halls. (Not to mention Mark Twain, the troublemaker!) If this remains visible, read it fast before it's taken down.
My first attempt to post a Mark Twain quote about cats landed me in big trouble, with the image blurred out and labelled as "false information" as determined by "independent fact-checkers". This probably won't stay up either. Who knew that Mark Twain didn't really love cats, after all? (If I lose my Facebook account after this transgression, well, so long, it's been good to know you.)
GENTLE READERS: This image contains a famous Mark Twain quote about cats, namely: "When a man loves cats, I am his friend and comrade, without further introduction." I have attempted to post this image three times, and each time a notice has popped up saying it was "FALSE INFORMATION" that had been "checked by independent fact-checkers". Then the image was blurred out as a warning to those who love truth and hate cats (and Mark Twain, I assume). So where is the "false information" that had to be so assiduously "fact-checked"? Why was the image so unspeakable (or at least unacceptable) that it had to be blurred? Is it the word "comrade", which has all sorts of sinister connotations, or perhaps the word "cat"? Twain would find all this side-splitting, I am sure. If I get in trouble with Facebook over this, well, what else is new? You can see the image if you're willing to jump through the hoops provided. Subversively yours,
Margaret Gunning
False information. The same information was checked in another post by independent fact-checkers.
Kiffness has done some brilliant things, and one of his songs actually makes me cry (every time), but this one was downright therapeutic. The split-screen is especially effective - and hilarious. I try so hard to get away from all this shytte, and of course I can't! There is such a long way to go before the vote, and I keep wondering how much lower he can go. But at least we can mock him, and brace ourselves for the next bout of lunacy/lies.
This is all I have to say today. I feel ground up. I suppose it's my fault for getting involved in the ugliness that can go on on the internet. It's inexcusable, but trying to protest it means you're clapped down even harder. I don't care any more, I've said what I needed to say and there's no point going on and on about it. The woman is still being blamed for being, I think, mentally slow. They blather on and on about autism, then do this to someone who may well be, or at least has some serious memory and speech problems.
It's not worth it to get so upset, I suppose, but it's been a bad couple of weeks for me, with that lousy treatment at the hair salon, channel views at an all-time low (and nothing I can do about it), pain that seems intractable, having to do physio which I know is useless or even damaging, no birds in the back yard because of bears (can't put anything up for another 2 1/2 months at least), totally unwarranted, repeated accusations of hate speech which are likely shutting me down or shadowbanning me, Crystal abandoning and abusing the family for NO reason, and on and on.
I know adversity comes in droves, and brings its friends. It's like that. But I feel run over. I need to stay AWAY from these things, as there are always going to be people who defend abusers. Look at the Trumpers. I can't even describe what goes on there. Anyway, I have to get out of here for a while.
We at least saw HORDES of ducks and geese yesterday at the duck park, which means they weren't gone, just gone elsewhere for a while. There were maybe 200 geese, spread out in several flocks all over the park, but also a ton of ducks roosting on logs on the other side of the lake. The lagoon needs to refill - it's a mud flat now, though it used to attract even more species than Burnaby Lake. We even saw wild swans!
The ultimate irony here is that *I* am being accused of hate speech over and over again, while this asshole pounded the shit out of a vulnerable older woman for 90 minutes while everyone watched and did nothing. Now people are defending the attacker! Trumpism at at its worst. Cultish behaviour. Wow.
We're going to go return a brand new toaster which turned out to be defective. It seems everything is buggering up now, big and small. But no more internet fiascos. If it was ever fun, it's horrible now, and lots of people think the prolonged, obscenity-ridden verbal attack was warranted and even OK.
What is WRONG with people?? I will never figure it out. Sometimes they are simply evil, but evil wears many disguises. It's in the Bible, and everywhere else. I guess I had warnings, but it was nice to be acknowledged for a while and follow something that was sometimes fun and entertaining, until it wasn't.
(I wrote this after a miserable experience at a salon my husband and I have been going to for more than two years. The treatment was rude, insulting, and implied we were crooked and trying to cheat them. It was the other way around, but never mind. I have to get these things down on paper so I can cope with them. I will look for a new salon, and I plan to give them this statement as soon as I find one.)
I wish to report on the
disrespectful way I was treated at my last appointment. Bill and I have been
loyal customers for over 2 years, and so far we have always appreciated the
quality of the service and the friendly and professional staff.
In June, when paying for my
cut, I mistakenly entered a $45.00 tip in the debit machine. Though I asked for it, the owner would not
give me cash back, but instead wrote out a card for a $40.00 store credit to
cover my next haircut. He signed it and dated it, and I also kept the receipt
for $85.00, which is what we had to pay for the cut.
Since we are pensioners and
have to count every penny we spend, this unexpected charge was a hardship for
us and put us over our budget for the month, but at least I had the store
credit for my next cut. I kept the card and the receipt for the $85.00 charge
in my purse from June until September.
When I presented the
card/receipt to get my cut in September, I was told by the owner that my
husband had already used up the store credit! I couldn’t believe what I was
hearing. Bill did not use the card and
was not even in the salon during that time period, and the time before that he
used the debit machine.
If he HAD used up the store
credit, which he did not, I am sure
he would have had to present both the card and the receipt for $85.00 (in my
purse – he never touched it), which I assume the salon would need for their
records. I don’t believe any business would honor a store credit without any
documented proof. And even if it happened, which it did not, I would still have a credit of $18.00 left
on the card, due to the difference between the price of our cuts (his was
$22.00 and mine was $40.00). To completely use up the credit, which is what he
was accused of, he would have had to defraud you TWICE. He only gets a cut
every 3 months or so, so we would be looking at a 6 month period! This makes no
sense whatsoever.
It would not even occur to my
husband (or myself) to cheat anyone. It was an insult to both of us. I sat there confused and embarrassed while the
owner, who was very brusque and rude and would not even look at me, kept saying
he “remembered it” (Bill using up the credit) and told me repeatedly I should
“ask him about it”. He obviously doubted our honesty and integrity, not just
mine but my husband’s, and this has never happened to us before with ANY
business. It didn’t even make any logical sense. If anyone was being deceived and defrauded, it was us.
I realize that none of this
was the fault of the stylists who were just doing their jobs, but this was
embarrassing and demeaning treatment and was done in such a rude, abrupt way
(in front of other customers) that it felt like an insult. When I told Bill
about it, he was extremely upset and angry, and he had a right to be. You were
literally accusing him of dishonesty, not once but TWICE! Or perhaps it was me
you were accusing? In truth, you owed me
the $40.00 credit, when you were claiming we owed it to you.
Customer service and respect
for your clients should be the top priority of any business, but this was a
dreadful experience and I walked away feeling terrible. I also believe it
embarrassed the staff, who were completely blameless and just doing their jobs.
It was done in a rude, dismissive way, without even discussing it with me. I
left reviews on several websites outlining exactly what happened to me, which I
have a perfect right to do. It is simply reporting, and a public service which
I hope will be a warning to others. The
money is not the issue - it is our
honesty and integrity. These should NEVER have been in question unless there
was actual proof we had cheated you, and you had absolutely none.
Much as I loved this salon
and was always pleased with the service, I will not be returning. I am taking
my business elsewhere. I do not wish to encounter this man ever again, who no
doubt would treat me in the same dismissive and disrespectful way and refuse to
believe he was wrong. I hope my reviews stand as a warning to potential clients
who may think twice about risking such shamefully bad treatment.
About all I can do to cope with the whole Trump mess is turn it into cartoons. It's fun, until I see another video where he blathers on incoherently to WILD applause. The less sense he makes, the louder and more strident their cheers. Reminds me of the guy with the moustache, who was cheered whatever he said, the more demented the better.
I've given up on views, honestly I have, though I'm still posting nearly every day just because I enjoy actually making content. I think my time of decent views is permanently over, and that makes no sense to me either. But here we are. After thirteen years of loving effort, it's basically over. My channel grew until it inexplicably died. I have no idea if YouTube really has turned off the tap, but I suspect it's true, as my subscriber count continues to rise steadily, and every day I get MANY comments and likes on my old ones.
Well, here I go again, once more against the flow again. I'm now getting barely 20 views on videos that used to get in the hundreds, and I refuse to believe the quality has plummeted, because I am STILL getting healthy views on the older ones of much lower quality. I am also still gaining subscribers steadily and am soon going to be up to 20,800+. Other channels I follow have a tiny fraction of that number and get thousands or tens of thousands of views.
I have been harassed and persecuted relentlessly by YouTube for "hate speech", as well as "bullying and threats" (to MEGHAN MARKLE - ??). I still get a lot of very innocent comments taken down and find myself commenting in code. So if this gets no views, or five or whatever, I guess I will leave it up anyway.
But I feel like I'm twisting in the wind. And I am, and it could get a lot worse, but as it is, I don't even want to look at my channel any more because I know it will be bad news and bring down my day. I keep telling myself, keep going, keep going, the algorithm is going to forgive you eventually, but it's the double whammy of the royal bullying and threats (totally ludicrous!) added to the Gypsy Rose "hate speech" that is doing this to me - along with that stupid "warning" thing that is on my record forever, though there was supposed to be a way out of it that was never posted.
It's hard these days, and my first job is to keep up my mood and morale as well as I can, but it's just awful to see this, after years and years of careful tending and building. I haven't had decent views in half a year at least. Anyway, these geese were pretty amusing, and I think it's a great video, and I don't think anyone is going to watch it. I can no longer share my passions with more than a tiny handful of people, and even that miniscule audience is shrinking away.
UPDATE: this video got 9 views in 24 hours. My previous birdwatching videos got 50 - 100. I am so sick of trying to be positive, etc. while everything I've built over 13 years sinks in the swamp!
Death and Transfiguration, by Richard Strauss. What I am listening to today. This piece has tremendous significance for me. It literally helped me survive the most difficult time in my life, when the earth seemed to be falling away from under my feet. This is the Hero’s Journey, through trials and travails and even outright horrors, but through it all there is dignity, courage and hope.
This music lifted me up and over the worst of the predator-infested swamp I was slogging through. They call it “mental illness”, but that isn’t the half of it. Someone who hasn’t experienced it has no idea. It would be so much more survivable if the culture weren’t so full of hypocrisy about it. People banter and chatter about “mental health”, and it really doesn’t mean anything at all except virtue-signalling. In the next breath, these same people will throw poison darts at the mentally ill, calling them “whack jobs” and “nut bars”, without one single twinge of conscience.
Why does this bother me so much? You hear it every day. It doesn’t mean anything, does it? It’s only words! But they are talking about ME, an actual, breathing, sensate being. Why don’t they see that? They don’t, and they won’t, not in my lifetime anyway, but I’ve decided I’m not waiting for it.
In spite of everything, and because of everything, I am still on the Hero’s Journey. I need to refill at this well over and over again, and once more it will lift me up when I can barely walk on my own. It has made me realize something. I am still here. Why? Because there has always been someone on my side. One who unfailingly was there, even when I was in the worst kind of dire trouble. Who was it who helped me get back on my feet when I was (once again) lying face-down on the ground, when everyone else had virtually given up on me?
It was, quite simply, me. Even when I felt completely alone, even when there was no one else in sight or even in my hopes, I had the most loyal helper I have ever had, and one that I will have until I draw my last breath: myself.
(I just posted this on Facebook, and even though it's going to go the way of everything else I ever write or post - total obscurity - something in me just won't quit, and THAT IS WHY I AM STILL HERE TODAY.)
I was kind of surprised to find myself feeling nostalgic while watching this video. Then I realized - AHA! I had already made a blog post about this doomed flight, featuring a complete transcript of the black box recording of the crew kerfuffling around with a burned-out light bulb as the plane went down.
The inepititude of these guys floors me: these are the kinds of pilots you DON'T want to have. Laurel and Hardy could have flown this plane better, I think. While the plane heads for doom, they're trying to fix the light with a pair of pliers and a kleenex. Unlike many of these catastrophic cases, there were survivors.
December 29, 1972 Everglades National Park, Florida Eastern Air Lines, Flight 401 Lockheed L-1011 TriStar1 N310EA
The crew was preoccupied with a landing gear problem and was trying to replace the landing gear light while on autopilot and in a holding pattern. As the captain got up to help, he inadvertently pushed on the yoke releasing the autopilot. With no ground reference and under nighttime conditions, the aircraft gradually descended until it crashed into the Everglades,18.7 miles west-northwest of Miami killing 100 out of 176 aboard. The failure of the crew to monitor the flight instruments during the final 4 minutes of flight, and to detect a descent soon enough to prevent impact with the ground.
TWR = Tower APP = Approach CAM = Cockpit area mike CAM 1 = Primarily Captain CAM 2 = Primarily First Officer Cam 3 = Primarily Flight Engineer ?? = unknown. ### = expletive RT = Radio transmission
23.32:52
RT Miami Tower, do you read, Eastern 401? Just turned on final.
23.32:56
TWR Eastern 401 Heavy, continue approach to 9 left.
23.33:00
RT Continue approach, roger.
23.33:00
CAM 3 Continuous ignition. No smoke.
CAM 1 Coming on.
CAM 3 Brake system.
CAM 1 Okay.
CAM 3 Radar.
CAM 1 Up, off.
CAM 3 Hydraulic panels checked.
CAM 2 Thirty-five, thirty three.
CAM 1 Bert, is that handle in?
CAM ???
CAM 3 Engine crossbleeds are open.
23.33:22
CAM ? Gear down.
CAM ? ??
CAM 1 I gotta.
CAM ? ??
23.33:25
CAM 1 I gotta raise it back up.
23.33:47
CAM 1 Now I'm gonna try it down one more time.
CAM 2 All right.
23.33:58
[sound of altitude alert horn]
CAM 2 Right gear.
CAM 2 Well, want to tell 'em we'll take it around and circle around and ... around?
23.34:05
RDO 1 Well ah, tower, this is Eastern, ah, 401. It looks like we're gonna have to circle, we don't have a light on our nose gear yet.
23.34:14
TWR Eastern 401 heavy, roger, pull up, climb straight ahead to two thousand, go back to approach control, one twenty eight six.
23.34:19
CAM 2 Twenty-two degrees.
CAM 2 Twenty-two degrees, gear up
CAM 1 Put power on it first, Bert. That-a-boy.
CAM 1 Leave the ... gear down till we find out what we got.
CAM 2 All right.
CAM 3 You want me to test the lights or not?
CAM 1 Yeah.
CAM ? ... seat back.
CAM 1 Check it.
CAM 2 Uh, Bob, it might be the light. Could you jiggle that, the light?
CAM 3 It's gotta, gotta come out a little bit and then snap in.
CAM ? ??
CAM ? I'll put 'em on.
23.34:21
RT Okay, going up to two thousand, one twenty-eight six.
23.34:58
CAM 2 We're up to two thousand
CAM 2 You want me to fly it, Bob?
CAM 1 What frequency did he want us on, Bert?
CAM 2 One twenty-eight six.
CAM 1 I'll talk to 'em.
CAM 3 It's right ...
CAM 1 Yeah, ...
CAM 3 I can't make it pull out, either.
CAM 1 We got pressure.
CAM 3 Yes sir, all systems.
CAM 1 ??
23.35:09
RDO 1 All right ahh, Approach Control, Eastern 401, we're right over the airport here and climbing to two thousand feet. in fact, we've just
23.35:20
APP Eastern 401, roger. Turn left heading three six zero and maintain two thousand, vectors to 9 Left final.
23.35:28
RT Left three six zero.
23.36:04
CAM 1 Put the ... on autopilot here.
CAM 2 All right.
CAM 1 See if you can get that light out.
CAM 2 All right.
CAM 1 Now push the switches just a ... forward.
CAM 1 Okay.
CAM 1 You got it sideways, then.
CAM ? Naw, I don't think it'll fit.
CAM 1 You gotta turn it one quarter turn to the left.
23.36:27
APP Eastern 401, turn left heading three zero zero.
RT Okay.
23.36:37
RT Three zero zero, Eastern 401.
23.37:08
CAM 1 Hey, hey, get down there and see if that damn nose wheel's down. You better do that.
CAM 2 You got a handkerchief or something so I can get a little better grip on this? Anything I can do with it?
CAM 1 Get down there and see if that, see if that ### thing ...
CAM 2 This won't come out, Bob. If I had a pair of pliers, I could cushion it with that Kleenex.
CAM 3 I can give you pliers but if you force it, you'll break it, just believe me.
CAM 2 Yeah, I'll cushion it with Kleenex.
CAM 3 Oh, we can give you pliers.
23.37:48
APP Eastern, uh, 401 turn left heading two seven zero.
23.37:53
RT Left two seven zero, roger.
23.38:34
CAM 1 To hell with it, to hell with this. Go down and see if it's lined up with the red line. That's all we care. ### around with that ### twenty-cent piece ...
CAM ? ??
23.38:46
RT Eastern 401 I'll go ah, out west just a little further if we can here and, ah, see if we can get this light to come on here.
23.38:54
APP All right, ah, we got you headed westbound there now, Eastern 401.
23.38:56
RT All right.
CAM 1 How much fuel we got left on this ###
CAM ? Fifty two five.
CAM 2 It won't come out, no way.
23.39:37
CAM 1 Did you ever take it out of there?
CAM 2 Huh?
CAM 1 Have you ever taken it out of there?
CAM 2 Hadn't till now.
CAM 1 Put it in the wrong way, huh?
CAM 2 In there looks ... square to me.
CAM ? Can't you get the hole lined up?
CAM ? ??
CAM ? Whatever's wrong?
CAM 1 What's that?
23.40:05
CAM 2 I think that's over the training field.
CAM ? West heading you wanna go left or ...
CAM 2 Naw that's right, we're about to cross Krome Avenue right now.
23.40:17
CAM [Sound of click]
CAM 2 I don't know what the ### holding that ### ...
CAM 2 Always something, we could'a made schedule.
23.40:38
CAM [Sound of altitude alert]
CAM 1 We can tell if that ### is down by looking down at our indices.
CAM 1 I'm sure it's down, there's no way it couldn't help but be.
CAM 2 I'm sure it is.
CAM 1 It freefalls down.
CAM 2 The tests didn't show that the lights worked anyway.
CAM 1 That 's right.
CAM 2 It's a faulty light.
23.41:05
CAM 2 Bob, this ### just won't come out.
CAM 1 All right leave it there.
CAM 3 I don't see it down there.
CAM 1 Huh?
CAM 3 I don't see it.
CAM 1 You can't see that indis ... for the nose wheel ah, there's a place in there you can look and see if they're lined up.
CAM 3 I know, a little like a telescope.
CAM 1 Yeah.
CAM 3 Well ...
CAM 1 It's not lined up?
CAM 3 I can't see it, it's pitch dark and I throw the little light I get ah nothing.
23.41:31
CAM 4 Wheel-well lights on?
CAM 3 Pardon?
CAM 4 Wheel-well lights on?
CAM 3 Yeah wheel well lights always on if the gear's down.
CAM 1 Now try it.
23.41:40
APP Eastern, ah 401 how are things coming along out there?
23.41:44
RT Okay, we'd like to turn around and come, come back in.
CAM 1 Clear on left?
CAM 2 Okay
23.41:47
APP Eastern 401 turn left heading one eight zero.
23.41:50
CAM 1 Huh?
23.41:51
RT One eighty.
23.42:05
CAM 2 We did something to the altitude.
CAM 1 What?
23.42:07
CAM 2 We're still at two thousand right?
23.42:09
CAM 1 Hey, what's happening here?
CAM ?
[Sound of click]
23.42:10
CAM ?
[Sound of six beeps similar to radio altimeter increasing in rate]
Well, I finally brought myself to actually look at my channel. The news was bad, but it could have been worse. It had gotten to the point that NOT looking was as stressful as looking. I have no idea why YouTube is doing this to me, but today I had confirmation that the algorithm can suppress news and opinions it doesn't like. This algorithm thing - I have no idea what it actually IS, but it seems to rule everything on YouTube and probably everywhere else. Like AI (and maybe it IS a form of AI), it's total fraud and can't be easily undone. I think it just keeps hiccuping the same restrictions, whether they are called for or not. If I try to contact an actual human being, I don't think it lands that way - if it's acknowledged at all, it's run through the same machine which picks up words that must be censored - HATE SPEECH.
The more I fight for my channel, the worse this thing gets. And I can no longer reach a human being, though I remember doing live messaging years ago (the person didn't speak English well enough to understand me), and even got an email address with an actual person who tried to do something. Nothing happened, and it never worked again. So now you have to try snail mail, which is a joke, and those community help things which are an even bigger joke because the most recent post I could find was from THREE MONTHS AGO. Not exactly up-to-the-minute, is it?
I'd say "now I've seen everything", but I'm not sure I have. This news item was all over the alternative news sources, though the mainstream is still approaching it very gingerly. You can add this to his supporters wearing fake ear bandages, diapers (since he is rumored to be incontinent), and even - astonishingly - tshirts that proclaim they support this CONVICTED FELON and are going to vote for him.
I haven't followed American politics in a long time, and now I wish I hadn't started. My husband used to give me regular reports on what Trump was up to, and I groaned and waved them away. Then something happened: YouTube (which is still trying to destroy my channel even as we speak) began to jam Trump videos into my recommended stream, and I fell down the deepest, strangest rabbit hole of my life. And now I wish I hadn't, because if he wins, it won't just be the US which is in danger. Trump's best buds are Putin and Kim Jong Un. Just watch him as his quavering hand hovers over the nuclear button.
Photos Show Trump Fans Carrying "J.D. Vance Family Kit" Cups — What on Earth Is Going On?
In the latest installment of "we are living in a bizarre timeline," a bunch of pictures have been circulating online that appear to show Donald Trump fans carrying around fake semen sample cups that say "J.D. Vance Full Family Kit" on them.
Why is this happening? What is going on? These are bigger questions than we could ever answer, obviously, but here is what we do know about this very unfortunate situation.
What's up with the J.D. Vance "family kit" cups?
No one knows for sure why some people thought it would be funny to put fake semen (gosh, we hope it's fake, anyway) into plastic cups with pictures of Vance's face on them alongside the words "J.D. Vance Full Family Kit." However, many are speculating that this is a way for some Trump fans to not only support Vance's "childless cat lady" comments but also to maybe even take a dig at Tim Walz for using IVF with his wife to conceive.
Vance's "childless cat lady" comments came from a 2021 interview he gave with then–Fox News host Tucker Carlson, in which Vance railed against his rivals (like AOC and Kamala Harris) as "a bunch of childless cat ladies who are miserable at their own lives and the choices that they've made and so they want to make the rest of the country miserable, too."
As for Tim Walz, the Minnesota governor and Harris's VP running mate, he has been open about the fact that he and his wife Gwen used fertility treatments to have their two children.
"When my wife and I decided to have children, we spent years going through infertility treatments," Walz said at a Philadelphia rally in August 2024 (per CBS). "And I remember praying every night for a call for good news. The pit in my stomach when the phone rang, and the agony when we heard that the treatments hadn't worked. So this wasn't by chance that when we welcomed my daughter into the world, we named her Hope."
So when it comes to the weird cups, again, no one really knows for sure why they're becoming an accessory of choice for some Trump supporters, but most of us can agree that it feels really, really off-putting.
BLOGGER'S NOTE. But cups full of "jazz" and tshirts proclaiming a convicted felon as the saviour of their country only represents part of the madness. There are also fake ear bandages which his supporters wear in solidarity, and - maybe even more bizarre than the jazz cups - Republicans wearing DIAPERS for Trump, after rumors that the 45th President does in fact wear Depends for incontinence.
I have nothing more to say on this matter. I'm going to go lie down now.
