2015—A Year in Rants

I believe 2015 could accurately be termed The Year of the Rant.

Last January I was on a tear about terrorism (Domestic which, like wine, seems to be disregarded by an all too large faction of our sad population), rape and rageaholics.

In February I rant/whined about all the damn, unending snow and plastic amongst other things.

March brought the official news that, yes, we’d had more snow in Boston than ever before. I kinda knew that already what with the Stephen King Shining-esque snow maze quality of our neighborhood. I got asswipian congresscritters stuck in my craw and raged over the spectacularly huge, heinous double standard and astounding imbecility of slut shaming.

We live in a culture where Viagra, vacuum constriction devices and penile implants (!!!) are covered by most insurance companies without qualm BUT the entire "right" wing goes rabid bat-shit over the Affordable Care Act covering birth control methods used by women.

In April, on a trip to see my father in Pennsylvania. Jen and I had an unusual and unfortunate experience on my fav airline—Jet Blue. Once again showing that a lot of folks are just NOT cut out for customer service roles. Of course, in this particular case, I’m just amazed the dude can manage to dress himself each morning let alone get to work so he can piss off innocent, unsuspecting customers.

I gave three very good reasons why, at my advanced age, I still need fluffy bunnies and warm kittens..

May saw a rant about a state which seems to elect more idiots than the other 49, including a twit who’s now running for president.
And then we had Duggars. Way too goddamned many of them.

     A Quiverfull daughter is taught from a young age that her purpose in life is to serve the man whom God has placed in authority over her.

 Father and older brother too? Teach a girl that her worth is entirely wrapped up in her subservience,  “purity” and womb potential, teach her that those with a dick are in charge—why? The almighty penis, that’s why!—and what will you get? A victim.

Bottom line on this whole mega sad deal is that Duggar Père et Mère are and were clearly not bright enough and def too cravenly, mentally unbalanced and despicable to be decent parents.

June was about Education and Access (get sum!), zombie assault vehicles, ethnicity as installation art and words.

I am constantly amazed by man's inhumanity to man.
~Primo Levi, If This Is a Man / The Truce

More words in July, annoying TV news, Nugentian pedophilic shitstains and my need to take a break from reading the news.

My pal Michal showed us how to answer stupid questions in August. I kvetched about the insurance company nitwit who suffers from a clear customer service/sequential thinking FAIL. I wondered:

I only mention it but I’ve had car insurance through these bastids for 15 years without prior accident. They’ve made me jump though a 1,003 hoops, so far. I wonder how they treat folks who need their services more than once every 15 years.

And I had a Unicorn Brigade rant.
I was raging about a certain Southern Tea Bagger in September. You know, one of those Jesus, JESUS, JAYZUZ KEE-RIST types who don’t seem to know how to read their own damn holy book. I attempted to *cough* help.

My friend Tim and I went off about mutants, elves, hoobits and orcs (OH MY!).

I went to my friend Brian’s memorial service and was once again stunned by randomness of these things. They often enough seem to have fuck-all to do with the dearly departed.

In October I talked about Emotional Intelligence (again…GET SUM!), the “right’s” attempts to burn down the country, out of control cops and other cretins.

November saw presidential debate commentary, the insanity of the All War All The Time party’s heinous treatment of veterans of their bullshit wars of choice and the utter lack of decency of so many of our fellow humans.

This past month included more posts about guns, more commentary on the Republican so called debates and more.

All in all, this has been a pretty rant filled year. Possibly it’s one of my stress management techniques and boyhowdy there’s been a lot to manage this year.

Here's hoping for a better, smoother 2016. Happy New Year!