Lately, I have a problematically low tolerance for assholes. We all deal with these people on a daily basis and usually it’s fine. Maybe the asshole song soundtracks in your head, or that could possibly just be me. This week, I am way way over my quota for dealing pleasantly with assholes. In the last ten days, I have had a couple of blessings so enormous that I can’t even describe it. Karma needs to balance things out, so I have also had every asshole in a fifty-mile radius have a need to interact with me. Now, I have it on good authority, from my ex-husband, most family members and a few friends, that everything is my fault, up to and including the war in the Persian Gulf. Please know, my shoulders are a whole lot broader than I wish they were so feel free to place all blame right here… whether it’s that you can’t make your bills, or your spouse is cheating or you maybe need your meds upped, Miss Shannon had a nefarious plot that made that happen. Nothing you choose has any bearing on your situation whatsoever, because you have a Miss Shannon to blame.
Just to make things a little more entertaining, my never-ending plumbing issues dropped by to say hello. Forget tires and testicles, if water runs through it, it’s a matter of time until it’s causing some sort of catastrophic damage. What that really means, at least if you live at Casa Gypsy, is that the freaking bathroom is about to become a dangerous war zone for a number of days. There will be issues and problems and delays because this is my world and it’s just the way of things. Send in the clowns, because my house is about to become a three-ring circus. The kind you get into with free tickets, not a good circus. At the end of the day, this is going to be a big one with carpet removal, pipes and tiles involved. Also, just for shits and giggles, my washing machine seems to have died.
Since my monkeys are getting raucous, blowing up the pipes and all, I thought I’d share my thoughts on the current monkey business in politics. I have great sympathy for people seeking a better life. I hate that kids are being taken from their parents… I also hate that kids are being sold by human traffickers to degenerates. Guys who help you illegally enter countries are not nice people and you are not safe. With all my heart, I want none of these things to happen to babies who have done nothing except commit the horrible crime of being brown. I would like that with a side order of human decency and kindness, please and thank you. I have no clue what’s right here… I want those kids safe, in a comfy bed with parents who love them to bits and pieces. I do not give a flying fuck how either the left or the right thinks about this… We’re talking about wee little kids who need their moms, who are also in no position to protect them from anything. There is no right answer. It also does not matter which idiot president in the last twenty years is responsible. We should just not be putting kids in fucking cages. Seriously, you need someone to say that to you?
At the end of the day, first world problems like plumbing are not really so important. It might matter a hell of a lot at Casa Gypsy, but we’re not going to die or be raped or sold into servitude. We’re going to be inconvenienced and cost a lot of money. Almost all the crap that gives me stress is actually a privilege… because I am white enough and was born this side of the border in Texarkana, Texas. No one is going to put my kids in a cage. No kid should be in a cage, no matter what. I appreciate the inability to place a child in a jail cell next to their parent, but find a foster home or a family member. It hurts my very soul to hear some idiot say that it’s biblical. Eye for an eye, and all that jazz, but really? It has to be said… the only thing people are debating is whose fault it is. Who cares???? Fix it.