It's ALL of Our Funerals, You Know
Nov. 20th, 2015 09:37 amWhen fascism comes to America, it will be wrapped in the flag and carrying a cross.
The quote is generally attributed to Sinclair Lewis, although there is no record of Lewis either writing or saying it.
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In an interview yesterday, Donald Trump came out in support of a mandatory database to track all Muslims in the U.S.
He hasn’t yet come out in favor of identifying badges. A convenient yellow star, maybe? Wait! Hasn’t that been done before?
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Teddy’s memorial service is this morning. I sent flowers. Made them from Jeanna, Denine (the goodhearted meth-head sister!) and me. Sorry, Denise – you can send your own fuckin’ flowers. Or not, as is more likely the case.
Nic, Teddy’s son, had not gotten back to me with the details of the memorial until late last night, so I did the 1-800-Flowers thing first thing this morning Eastern Standard Time, and I must say, I have my doubts whether the tasteful display of white roses, lilies, and snapdragons in a severe yet quietly reassuring cube vase will actually make it to whatever dreary little alcove of the Blessed Junipero Serra Parish in the blighted California city of Lancaster that Ted’s service is scheduled to take place, particularly since Nic was so sketchy about exact times.
But hey!
I tried.
And I insured!
So if 1-800-Flowers fucks up, at least I can get the $$$$$ back.
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Off to the Big City today. Which should improve my mood. I hope.
The quote is generally attributed to Sinclair Lewis, although there is no record of Lewis either writing or saying it.
###
In an interview yesterday, Donald Trump came out in support of a mandatory database to track all Muslims in the U.S.
He hasn’t yet come out in favor of identifying badges. A convenient yellow star, maybe? Wait! Hasn’t that been done before?
###
Teddy’s memorial service is this morning. I sent flowers. Made them from Jeanna, Denine (the goodhearted meth-head sister!) and me. Sorry, Denise – you can send your own fuckin’ flowers. Or not, as is more likely the case.
Nic, Teddy’s son, had not gotten back to me with the details of the memorial until late last night, so I did the 1-800-Flowers thing first thing this morning Eastern Standard Time, and I must say, I have my doubts whether the tasteful display of white roses, lilies, and snapdragons in a severe yet quietly reassuring cube vase will actually make it to whatever dreary little alcove of the Blessed Junipero Serra Parish in the blighted California city of Lancaster that Ted’s service is scheduled to take place, particularly since Nic was so sketchy about exact times.
But hey!
I tried.
And I insured!
So if 1-800-Flowers fucks up, at least I can get the $$$$$ back.
###
Off to the Big City today. Which should improve my mood. I hope.