and by they I mean just about anyone talking about the “angry, bitter” Hillary supporters. Hillary is great, awesome even. Would have made a hell of a president. But if we spent our entire lifetimes being angry that wishes don’t come true then everyone who has ever bought a lottery ticket would be too pissed off to function.

The reality is that come next January we are going to have a fuckwit in office, no matter who wins. We are going to have someone who thinks women aren’t quite full human beings, who has no idea what it’s like to be poor or struggling or working class at a time when vast numbers of people are poorer, struggling harder and lacking meaningful work. We are going to have yet another executive branch brought to you by some giant corporations instead of by the people, for the people (cough* AT&T*cough). That is what we are pissed about. Hillary wouldn’t have solved all of these problems, but we saw in her our best chance at fixing some of them.

And the more they turn this into a a battle between cranky old ladies and everyone else, the less attentions those big things like poverty, healthcare, education, bodily autonomy, etc. are going to get.

And it’s not an accident that they are framing it in a way that makes us seem like jilted first wives (cough*Amanda Marcotte*cough) left old and alone because our party left us for the younger voters who don’t demand so much and aren’t mistrustful (yet) of the party’s sweet words. I mean if they actually got what we are fighting for, most people would agree. We want our government to work for us, not against us (telecom immunity). We want accountability and the constitution to be upheld (impeachment). We want healthcare for everyone (there is no one-word description for Obama’s pathetic healthcare plan, sorry.)

We’ve seen just recently Elizabeth Edwards turned into a blamemobile cause her husband coudn’t keep his zipper up. it’s funny that she becomes a scapegoat just after she becomes someone recognized by large swaths of the country who actually knows some shit about healthcare reform and doesn’t buy Obama’s version of.

That is how we frame powerful, smart, fighting women in this country. We either use the metaphor of the jilted wife or we dig up dirt so metaphor becomes literal. Either way, it diminishes their power, our power, to affect real change and influence. Our voices can be dismissed cause we are just angry, bitter, irrational creatures who are pouting over something.

We are not angry because our candidate didn’t win. We are angry because our best chance at fixing the country was shot down with misogyny and election fixing. We are angry because we see that the next four years won’t be much better than the last eight. We are angry because the real problems of this country are going ignored while the press and the politicians turn to soap opera style dramatics to subdue the populace.

But if the acted like they fucking understood that, then things might actually have to change. And then wouldn’t have us angry, bitter, old ladies to blame for their failings anymore.

Since the climax of this little crisis I have had to do something I’ve been avoiding for a while, namely talking to people that I don’t know. And it hasn’t been too bad, actually.

I found out that I may have some legal recourse after all. It’s not a big chance, but at this point there really isn’t anything to lose and much to gain.

And yesterday I had to pick up the kid from the airport. I was waiting outside, smoking (now is not the time to give me grief about my one bad habit people) when a woman asked me for a light. Then she asked me about my purse, which I bought in the Yucatan a few years ago from a Maya lady. I love this bag. It’s red and pink and has the classic Maya multi-designs. It has embroidered roses and that lovely striated weave to the fabric. The woman was Guatemalan and we started talking about the Mayan

pack and clean anymore. I just want to wave a magic wand and be done with it all. I want magic powers.

The kid and I have an ongoing conversation about what superpowers we would like to have. Sometimes they are the expected like being able to fly, and I have always said that I wanted the ability to be fluent in every language. But we’ve come up with a few not so standard ones too.

The cleaning snap: Kid and i wish that we could just close our eyes, snap our fingers, and have all housework be done. No muss, no fuss, no hours of mindless labor. I really really hate to clean. And I really really hate that because I was born with ovaries it is expected that I will be more tidy than someone without them. I already cook and decorate and make stuff by hand. Adding cleaning responsibilities on to that just seems like housewife overkill.

The bubble of no harm: This one isn’t so much a shield or a weapon. It’s more the idea that anyone who would want to cause us harm (like say 3 grown up thugs who think robbing children is a career path) would experience crippling regret and shame for having those thoughts before they could act on them. It means dealing with a lot fewer assholes and saving our strength for the doochebags that morals don’t work on.

And of course, we want teleportation now. Right now.

A lot of the things we criticize people for are stupid. John Edwards’ fancy haircuts, women’s looks, poor people being poor, saggy pants, etc.

But there is a reason that shame has developed as a social tool. It is meant to curb behaviors that are damaging to a society. So I am going to use that little social tool called shame to call someone out. I’ve debated with myself a bit on this one, mostly because I don’t actually want to give the person the attention they so obviously desire. But, I think he needs to realize just how awful he is at his core. We all like to think that any actions we take are righteous and good. This action is particularly reprehensible that is simply must be pointed out and corrected.

From the comment mod, our resident stalker troll, Matthew, has left me this:

Matthew (nascentgrasshopper@yahoo.com) wrote the following:
http://www.haloscan.com/comments/redqueen319/4565459480666452270/
Did you get evicted? Typical Clinton supporter.

FUCK ALL PUMAS AND DAMN THEM TO HELL!!!

Now imagine the kind of person who relishes a single mom and her child be thrown out on the street. Can anyone who finds joy in the misery of others have any sort of redeeming qualities? Do you think this is the kind of person who has friends who would take him in if his luck turned so bad? Do you think this is the kind of person people would respect or admire? Or is he really just a miserable little man who no one could love because he is so full of meanness and spite that there is nothing in him that could make people would want to be around him. Do you think he could ever make someone smile? He could make them laugh, at him, not with him, but not smile with happiness and excitement at seeing him.

Such a sad little life this sad little man must lead. I actually feel pity for him. I mean, my money situation sucks. But because I am kind and compassionate, I have friends who love me and will help take care of my family. I don’t think a person like Matthew could ever know that kind of love.

I wonder if he felt any twinge of regret after sending that comment. I doubt it. I doubt that he thinks he did anything wrong. He probably is justifying his angry, obviously lonely response by calling me a bitch or something comparable. But it is meanness and a stingy spirit like his that will rot his insides and leave him alone and bitter. Poor sad little man, all alone in his tiny mind and no one understands him.

I hope, for his own sake, that he finds a way to be kind and generous. He’s got a very dark life ahead of him if he doesn’t.

My back is trashed. My legs are sore. And my fingers ache.

And I packed the fucking valium and advil already. Fuck.

For the crock pot.

I have done pretty damn well for having started packing at 12 pm today. Nearly everything we are keeping is gone including almost my entire kitchen (witch means eating for the next 2 days will be interesting- oops).

Unfortunately, while trying to fit my big antique steamer trunk packed full of dishes into the back of a Subaru Outback, there was a bit of a tragedy. The Crock Pot, the thing that makes the pot roasts and pork roast and Christmas Day veggie chili, died an untimely death. I am sad for the crock pot loss, but that is a relatively small loss considering that I got my entire kitchen packed and loaded. This morning i was thinking that I would be lucky to come out with a few pots and pans and no dishes.

My neighbors have all been kind and concerned. My friends roped more friends into helping. We’ll pull the rest of this stuff out Tuesday morning and we’ll be done. I am in really good spirits ,not just cheerful but pumped full of actual spirits (moscow mules- vodka, ginger beer and lime) cause grown ups shouldn’t have to move boxes sober.

Now I am going to watch mad men and weeds and then pass out on the couch.

Right now. So please everyone, behave yourselves.

As far as voting goes- you all know my opinion. A vote is as personal a thing as religion or choice of feminine hygiene products. You may explain why your vote is different from someone elses, but bullying people for their choice IS NOT OKAY.

We don’t like being bullied by Obots. Let’s not adopt the behavior of the abusers. Seriously. I’m a bit peeved that I even have to write this.

Now kiss and make up and play fair- or else.

The sheriff won’t actually be stopping by my soon to be former abode until Friday AM. So I have some extra time.

Question is this- do I leave the mess and just get the fuck out of dodge? Or do I leave it in a tolerable condition? It’s not the landlady who has given me two extra days, it’s the sheriff. I’m just scheduled in for a later date than originally thought. The land lady has been a total fucking wankstain about this, no doubt. But I hate leaving places in a bad state.

BTW- several friends have offered to pee on the rugs in revenge. I can’t go that far.

The darling Wonder tried to intervene with the landlady on my behalf. It was a no-go. Which means I no longer fell bad that I am about to leave my house in seriously filthy condition with most of my stuff here.

Anyways. Ruth is here with a car, boxes and a bottle of wine cause she thought I needed a drink. We’re packing up what we can and staying there for a bit. They have internet. So I won;t be out of touch for long.

I love you guys. And I have some really fucking awesome friends.