Women's Equality Day

Since Monique is on now and I don’t care to mess with her, let’s talk about the event that makes today Women’s Equality Day.  Because to be honest I didn’t know until after noon today.  The event is women gaining the right to vote.  And I thought it had something to do with Susan B Anthony.  On this date in 1920 the constitutional amendment was ratified by three fourths of the states making it law that the right to vote was not to be denied on account of sex.  But there is other interesting history.  Bella Absug got a bill through about that time that whoever was President of the United states at the time had to get out and publicly proclaim this women’s equality day.  Women then went out and used their new hard fought right to elect one of the most politicians we’ve ever had as President, Warren G Harding.  It was Abigail Adams back during his term that prodded her husband to grant women the right to vote.  Then in 1848 there was a grand proclamation demanding women get the right to vote by some “Rights” organization.  One woman wanted the plank included but the others thought it was too extreme, until Fredric Douglas, who isn’t even a woman, pledged to back her up, and the plank was put in.  We all know that Wyoming is called the women’s equality state.  Of course I guess now they are known as the conservative lesbian state.  Of course the ERA amendment first got proposed and submitted to the “several states” in 1992 but they never could get it to be approved.

Nicole Sandler’s daughter has hyperactivity.  She shared all of that family history in public so I guess she figures putting it “out there” might help someone else.  Nicole had a daughter who just barely made it through seventh grade.  So Nicole pulled her out of public school and sent her to a special needs school, where she got A’s and B’s.  Mostly A’s, I think.  So Nicole was so impressed she switched her to one of these “work at your own pace” schools and for some reason (?) the daughter didn’t like that one.  She was now a ninth grader, and Nicole told her if she got all A’s at the end of this fall semester, which ends just before Christmas she could go back to public school for the spring semester.  But Nicole expressed apprehension about this offer because she said “My daughter has the ability to get those A’s this time, but she might get overconfident and sluff off again, once she returns to public school”.

So who is mentally ill?  Who is a scitzophrenic?  Well, psychics “hear the voices” but they are just expressing their own Oppinions and the host will say “Well that’s nice you have that opinion but that’s All it is”, and go his or her merry way.  Someone with OCD on the other hand has obsessions to do certain bizarre things, which may or not be reflected in actual verbalized word commands.  It’s like something, like a worm or something eating at their brain and they don’t feel right again until they do the deed.  As far as multiple personalities- - in a true case of a mental illness- - - the person has no control over it, and there is usually some hierarchy among the personalities.  For instance B may know about A but A won’t know about B.  On the other hand C may know about both A and B, but in its own way C may be just as disburbed.  Now they are talking about cloning John Lennon from a pulled tooth with his DNA on it.  If I may borrow Lennon’s head once again briefly- - I’d like to tell you how he was feeling about the idea of Alan Klein being made the producer of the Beatles.  George, Ringo and John all liked the idea- maybe because they thought Jewish people were smart, like Epstein was.  And at the time the Rolling Stones were happy with Klein.  However it was Andrew Oldham who was the true genious behind the evolution of the Rolling Stones’ sound and technique.  The three of them had this “one for all and all for one” attitude and they were expecting Paul Mc Cartney would get on board.  They were offered a deal that they wanted signed, sealed, and delivered before the day was out.  But Paul needed more Time.  The other three thought this delay was silly, and wondered about the true motive why Paul was putting the kabash on their idea.  After all - - to these three someone in the business with a track record for a major rock group, was one hell of a lot better prospect than- - the father in law of some new chick Paul just met.  Think about it.  Just one more thing about the song “Come Together”.  We said this before but the whole arrangement of the song and the piano part was Paul’s doing.  Lennon had invisioned a much faster version, more along the lines of the Rolling Stones track.  KLOS has the “original position” of the song Her Majesty.  But when they played it back- they all saw that a snip, snip made more sense.

There were a lot of extreme emotions in soap land today.  Jennifer is like a passenger on a doomed ship at sea with a drunken captain headed right into an iceberg- - but she doesn’t want to tell the captain for fear of “hurting his feelings” even though he’s only seventeen.  I guess the adage holds true “Fool me once – shame on You.  Fool me multiple times – shame on Me.”  At this point Jennifer deserves just about anything she gets.  (selah)  As to Sonny and Will, at this point their attitude pisses me off personally even more than Jack Jr’s does.  You have Sonny disrespecting his mother like she’s suddenly an illegal alien that should be shipped back to Greece or someplace.  Keep in mind Adrian (his mother) negotiated a firm deal that her son would NOT be charged with concealing evidence, obstruction of justice, or being an accessory after the fact.  Say what you want to about Jack Jr’s drug activity.  These are crimes that can be plea bargained down.  But the things Sonny was facing are felonies that would land you in the slammer for a good ten or fifteen years for sure, and Adrian would be facing many of these Same charges herself.  This “moral dilemma” she faced was in fact a no brainer.  She had no Choice but to turn the evidence over to the authorities.  And you have Will who is suddenly playing the “jealous boyfriend” card.  I’m thinking “Give me a big fat hairy break.  You got to be kidding!  It’s almost hysterical that Will left the house thinking “It would be nice if Gabriel and the baby just dropped off the face of the earth right now”.  But then when he comes back coming upon this “cozy domestic setting” with Nick and Gabriel and baby Ariel, suddenly Will has his knickers in a twist over it.  Just one personal tip- - that speech you just made would be a little affective if you weren’t wearing those lace panties and bra, and women’s high heels.  Then you have Samantha and all I could think of was that Grateful Dead song “Don’t Let the Deal Go Down”.   It’s bad enough for the lady prosecutor proposing some downright “Deal” that is all lose and no win for Samantha.  Never can I think of a deal where there was so much to lose and so little, if anything to gain by accepting it.  But like we said- - Samantha abandoned Raphael in his time of greatest emotional need, and now she’s going to do the same thing to E J, by literally throwing him to the wolves.  I can’t think of any one thing any soap character could to that would be more suicidal.

I’m just going to include the portion of yesterday’s outing to my Mom’s place to the portion that Stewart Sutcliffe personally observed.  Judy was showing me how smart she’d become from reading that Common Stocks for Dummies book.  It’s like she became at least fifty and perhaps a hundred percent smarter on these affairs since the last time I talked to her.  She then lent the book to my Mom who is in the process of reading it.  I told Judy that I no longer can say that ANY stock now is a safe bet because these times are just too uncertain.  Judy mentioned that a lot of these big banks may be downgraded by Moody’s because the Obama administration says if the same crisis that occurred in Sept of 2008 happened today, the Obama administration would not bail them out but institute a new liquidation policy.  Judy and I both agreed that now is a bad time psychologically because everybody and their Uncle wants to buy stocks now- and the air waves are flooded with stock investment ads like I haven’t seen in years.  Judy even had the sage insight to say “The best time to invest in a stock is when everyone else is afraid to”.  These are my sentaments exactly but I never thought Judy would have the balls to say it.   I also had this idea that with Obama Care so up in the air it would be prudent to – Wait - - till sometime next year to see how this whole thing shakes out.  When I talked to Stewart today he added the notion that astrologically- - things look very adverse for common stocks for the next year or so.  We got there in good time - - and we signed in.  Mom was glad to see us.  I decided that since I intended to wear my white GNLD shirt that perhaps wearing the dark jeans would be better than wearing the kaki slacks.  The three of us agreed that Mom is at an age where if there is a sudden drop in the markets that Mom may not live enough for the market to “come back”, and Judy said the investment my Mom wanted to do was better fitted for a long term strategy and Judy pointed out that the Chevron stock she owns- that pays well right now- - was accumulated over a period of many years.  I just said Mom doesn’t need all the stress and after all “it’s only money”.  What price can you place on peace of mind.   All these people want to ding you for investment fees going out the gate.  I’d be thinking “I can make myself a lot of instant money Right Now.  All I have to do is not pay You!”  (Selah)   We went out for dinner and lowered our voices in the hall as if we were walking in some sacred temple.  But we passed through the central grassy area en rout to the dining room and I said “Mom - - you have to remember” and at that point Mom turned and said “Stop yelling at me!  Lower your voice.  But this is a ploy of hers from way back signaling “let’s just can this whole line of dialog”.   Once in the dining room, the attitude of the waitress twords me in particular rubbed me the wrong way.  I can’t quite put my finger on it.  I decided to have pepperoni pizza and I also ordered a baked potato.  In the mean time I got a green salad with light and dark lettuce, and red and green peppers with Catalina dressing.  But I wanted extra butter for the potato besides the sour cream.  The waitress kept saying incomprehensible stuff.  I was frustrated.  I said “If I had butter I wouldn’t be needing to put salt on this”.  And she took forever to get me the coffee.  Then it was only a half filled small cup.  Then after that it took forever to get me the cream.  Stewart remarked that the other three were paying their patentened version of “conversational keep-away” or directing the topic to nothing I’d know anything about.  At this point Stewart concluded “I’ve seen enough” and left.  He told he his observations about it the next morning.  I told him that “It’s possible there are still some good income stocks out there”.  Stewart responded “Your mother’s bank accounts have this magic way of swelling regardless of ANY economic decision she makes.  Every time I ask you about some specific economic decision she made you always say “Her timing was really off on that one” and yet- - her tax records indicate she’s paying through the nose every year.  It’s like she has this magic genie supplying income dropped out of the sky or something”.