Match.com………..In Reverse

OK, I just fell off the comity cliff.

Here’s the deal, mocking snowflakes and their safe spaces is good wholesome fun, cathartic, balance rendering, perspective lending, and provides levity in an uncertain world, but the absolutely scary part is that there are people like that out there, pity them, sure, but they do exist. Chicken Littles every one, where hyper-ventilating is the new normal, where everything is a catastrophe, and nothing left to do but sit in their own puddle of tears with their blankey. Exhibit A:

Trump’s election stole my desire to look for a partner
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But two weeks later, the election happened. Once it was clear that Donald Trump would be president instead of Hillary Clinton, I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to gather my children in bed with me and cling to them like we would if thunder and lightning were raging outside, with winds high enough that they power might go out. The world felt that precarious to me.
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When I told her Trump had won, she protested: “But Mom. You said Hillary was going to win.”

“A lot of people thought the same thing,” I said. I hugged her, a little scared to send her to school, out into the big sky country of the red state where we live.

It would be too easy to attribute this twaddle to the over hyped imagination of a fake news writer and a fake newspaper (The Washington Post would most certainly qualify) but this is real, real for a woman suffering from a mental disorder.

Read the comment section of the article, my post basically writes itself, my favorite comment;

Could you just move to California already you are clearly a pansy in need of a safe space. Montana is not the state for you.

Here is something else that caught my eye;

That urge to cling to my family while keeping our foundation strong didn’t mesh well with continuing to date the man I’d been seeing. He also has a daughter. He, too, had been feeling a lot of the same emotions I was experiencing: hopelessness; fear; uncertainty about the future; panic over having to talk to my 9-year-old about anything that might come up at school, or what to do in the instance of sexual assault. But I couldn’t reach out to him anymore. He was too new, too unfamiliar.

Is this woman really insinuating that with a Trump win comes the likelihood that her 9 year old daughter will now get sexually assaulted?

Some might feel that idiots deserve pity, I say they deserve derision. For a 5 year old, life is more pleasant when never hearing the word “NO”, but aside from creating a monster, who the hell wants to share air with them?

After reading those comments, I suspect this author is now in her bunny rabbit PJ’s, on her comfy couch, with a gallon of mint chip ice cream, watching Real Time, hoping that she will wake up from this bad dream.

Hey Mr DJ: Finale?

Yes, it’s been a long time, hasn’t it? But here we are, at the end of all things as far as Right Thinking from the Left Coast is concerned…at least in its current iteration. I simply can’t let it go without one last respectful music thread.

This site has not only brought me tremendous enjoyment through reading and debating, but also numerous friendships. For those of you who don’t already stay in touch with me on social media, I do hope you’ll come around eventually.

More than that, I can’t say. For two reasons: 1. I’m not very sentimental and 2. I don’t have the sense that it’s really all over. We simply enjoy conversing in good-natured fellowship hating and haranguing the shit out of each other too much. We’ll see what comes next.

Moving on, growing up, and change are all a part of life. It’s really up to you if you want to commemorate the end or the possibility of a new beginning. Sure, all things must come to an end but even in death there can be rebirth. We can have some songs about that. This doesn’t have to be a tear-jerker thread!

Also, please feel free to post music from those many artists we lost in the last year.

God bless you all and thank you for reading, debating, and even influencing me over the years. You fuckers.

pfluffy: Over Now by Alice in Chains

Rich Taylor: Renegade by Styx

zoomzoom: Let Go by Deadmau5

Harley: End of Time by Motorhead (two-fer!)

Manwhore: Long Way Down by Robert DeLong

Hal: Lazarus by David Bowie (BOOM! Another one!)

ilovecress: Don’t You Forget About Me by Simple Minds

breakfast-club

stogy: Winds of Change by Fitz and the Tantrums

repmom: Winterlong by Neil Young (Merry Christmas!)

Santino: Kiss This by The Struts

Iconoclast: Don’t Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult

blameme: Farewell Ride by Beck (Haven’t heard from you directly in ages. Please check in!)

kevinmkr: Hometown by twenty one pilots

CM: Private Helicopter by Harvey Danger (this one’s for guys who just can’t walk away where they have a lot of history, even from people they don’t exactly get along with)

WVR: Growing Up (Falling Down) by The Living End

Alex: Dead on Time by Queen

InsipiD: Closing Time by Semisonic

And to our generous host, JimK: Last by NIN

I sincerely hope I didn’t forget anyone in my legendary carelessness, though I’m sure I totally did. Hit me up with a “hey, dickhead” in the comments and you’ll be rightfully included. Unless I disagree with the “rightful” part.

Turkeys And Drumsticks 2016

For nine years running, I have taken advantage of the Thanksgiving Holiday to give out my awards for Turkey of the Year and Golden Drumsticks. The latter are for those who exemplify the best traits in our public sphere. The former are for those who exemplify silliness and stupidity. I rarely give them out to someone who is evil; they are reserved for those who regularly make me shake my head and wonder what they’re thinking. It’s a sort of “thank you” for making blogging easier.

This may be the last of these. We’ll see. But this is the post I most look forward to every year.

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