The Last Few Days 05/10/2019

Daily Check-In

Monday, May 6, 2019 through May 12th.  Published on Tuesday May 14th.

 

THE RUSSIAN INVESTIGATION

 

 

 

 

 

CONGRESS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

COHEN, NEW YORK, AND THE OTHER LAWSUITS

 

 

 

TRUMP THE RUSSIAN ASSET A.K.A. INDIVIDUAL-1

 

TRAITOR TOTS

 

CULT 45

 

FIGHTING BACK

 

EMERGENCIES, SHUTDOWN & IMMIGRATION

 

RACISM, RIGHT WING TERRORISM, & WHITE NATIONALISM

 

SCOTUS & COURTS

 

#METOO & WOMEN’S RIGHTS

 

 

COLD WAR 2.0

 

#NEVERAGAIN

 

FIXING THE INTERNET

 

THE AOC SHOW

 

THE PROPAGANDA MACHINE

“The Power of Propaganda” Facts: 1. The world’s worst businessman loses more money than any other American, over more than a decade. 2. Actual NYC billionaires call him a conman. Openly. 3. Gambino underboss does an interview with Diana Sawyer, naming Donald Trump as his front…

4. Mark Burnett visits new Russian President and former KGB agent, Putin, at the Kremlin. Returns back to NYC and goes straight for Donald Trump. “Pitches” him a show. 5. A decade plus of “The Apprentice” – a f*cking tv show, promotes Donald as a successful billionaire…

6. Trump launches Presidential campaign in 2015 – based solely on propaganda of his business success. Enough Americans believe him to elect him. (“Winning!”) 7. 2+ years in, avalanche of facts continue to prove Trump is biggest biz failure in American history. And mobbed-up…

8. 30% (we’re told) of Americans believe the fake TV show over avalanche of facts, incl. hard financial data. There is no telling or showing them otherwise. They believe the TV show. That’s the power of propaganda. Just as Putin knew it would be, all those yrs ago w/Mark Burnett.

 

WHITE HOUSE CHAOS

 

PLANES

 

TRADE WAR, HEALTH CARE, AND ECONOMY

 

STUDENT ISSUES

 

GOP: THE PARTY OF LINCOLN IS DEAD

 

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT

 

PRIESTS & RELIGION

 

ENVIRONMENT & SCIENCE

 

ELECTIONS

 

THINKING AHEAD

 

PROGRESS IS PROGRESS

 

IN OTHER NEWS…

 

RUMOR MILL

 

That’s it for last week.  I need to change some things up.  I can’t keep up with a daily post schedule, but at the same time doing a weekly post is unwieldy.  I can’t keep track of what’s happening on which days.  So, I’ve got a plan.  It’s probably not a good one and has all likelihood of failing and destroying Gallifrey, but it’s still a plan.

Instead of doing a Daily Check-In 5 times a week, I’ll cut it down to 3 times a week with a standard publishing schedule.  Monday and Tuesday will be published on Tuesday night or Wednesday.  Wednesday and Thursday on Thursday night to Friday, and Friday and the weekend on either Sunday night or Monday.

The next post will be up tomorrow for Monday and Tuesday, but there won’t be much if anything at all in the Rumor Mill posts.  I haven’t been on Twitter for a few days.  Things have been crazy and I’ve been in the middle of a depressive funk for a while.

I don’t like to discuss too many personal details here, but as I mentioned before my dad had a stroke back in March and I’ve had to take over his affairs since he can no longer take care of himself.  That means I have to pay his bills, put him in a home, handle other expenses, and coordinate with everyone about how he’s doing.  The bills and stuff are stressful, but the hardest part of this is dealing with him.

I’ve alluded to his behavior before, but he is an asshole.  A narcissistic asshole who’s behavior as a father would nowadays be classified as child abuse.  I haven’t gotten along with him in a very long time.  I don’t love him, and haven’t felt anything resembling love towards him since I was a little kid.  It’s hard to feel love for someone who would tell you to your face that he wished he was still single and didn’t have kids, effectively nullifying your entire existence.  And it’s even more of a dick move to say that to a 7 year old.  That’s just scratching the surface of his behavior.  He was always angry and yelling when Mom wasn’t around and scream at me for everything from the dinner being too cold to how much he hates his job to how he was a minute getting home because he got stuck at a light.  Things got real bad when Mom got sick, and there was a time when I chose homelessness over living with him.

I don’t have many good memories left of his house.  It was my childhood home, but I never felt safe when he was there.  Sure, he didn’t hit me, but not for lack of trying or wanting to.  I lost count of how many times he threatened to hit me for showing even the slightest emotion that didn’t make him feel good.  Of course, he was such a lecherous cheating asshole that he was almost never home.  On an average week growing up, he was home less than 24 hours in any given week.  Not 24 hours in a row, but through an entire week.  If I timed things just right, I could go weeks without seeing him in High School.  The only thing worse than not having my father around was having him around.

I moved out in 2003 for the last time.  I went VLC, or Very Low Contact with him at that point.  Aside from a deal where he paid me to help him with my sick mother once every couple weeks, we didn’t communicate.  To be honest, I needed the money but I would have watched my mom for free.  He paid me for the hour or two I had to put up with him and his shit.  After she died, I cut almost all contact with him.  In the past decade before his stroke, I had seen him 15 times.  He lives about 25 miles from my house, and would only visit if I drove him.  That’s one and a half times per year. I’ve seen the Shawshank Redemption on TV more times in that span, spent more time with that move and have a better relationship with Andy Dufresne than I do with my father.  Not that he noticed.

Part of this cold spell included a technique that I’ve learned is called greyrocking.  This is used when dealing with a narcissist to deprive them of their precious emotional reaction and validation.  I would keep conversations short, uninteresting, and only on surface level things like the weather.  I would be about as interesting as a random grey rock on the side of the street.  This might explain how he blew through $100,000 paying for the affections of random women including one junkie that OD’ed on him, but that’s a story for another time.

I don’t have good memories of the house.  Now, I’m in the middle of deciding its fate.  I get to decide whether I flip it on the cheap, repair it and try to get a decent amount for it, fix it up to rent it out, or say fuck it and let the bank take it.  Part of me wants to do some construction therapy by destroying things around the house that he built but didn’t care for like the fence and deck, but I have to decide how much work is too much.

I’m going to start working on the Monday Tuesday post right after publishing this.  That post will not have much if anything in the Rumor Mill.  I haven’t been on Twitter for a few days.  I’m also seeing a therapist tomorrow for the first time in a long time.  Last time I saw one was back in 2002 when I was in a serious depression.  Their advice was to move out of that house and get out on my own.  A few months later I packed up a handful of my belongings in a car and left that house for the last time.  Now, it’s about fixing me and making me a better person while dealing with someone who makes my skin crawl.

After that, I’m going to take some time and start a search for my sister.  And any other siblings that are out there.

Oh, that story is straight out of a fucking movie, but I’ll give the short, short version.  My father was a hoarder.  While I was going through his collection of Christmas cards from more than a decade ago, I found a letter addressed to him with no return address.  Inside of it was a note paper clipped to a picture.  The note read the following:

In case you ever wondered.  – N

I shit you not, that’s all the note said.  The picture was of a woman anywhere from late twenties to early forties that looked WAAYYYY too much like my father for coincidence.  Same nose, cheekbones, smile, eyebrows, chin and skin tone. I showed this picture around and the responses all point to the same conclusion: she was his daughter.  I’m assuming a different mother, so this woman is most likely my half-sister.

I’ve got my work cut out for me.

 

Thank you, and have a good one.

 

“Without Journalists, it’s just propaganda.”

– Katy Tur

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