Sheila Jackson Lee Verbally Abuses Her Staffer

The audio of this rant is going around on Twitter (X). Below is the text from Current Revolt and a link to the audio on their website. As far as I’m concerned Sheila Jackson Lee should be sued by the staffer. Then, she should be removed from all House committees.  NO ONE DESERVES TO BE TALKED TO THIS WAY. NO ONE.

From Current Revolt …

Audio we received today appears to be of Congresswoman Shelia Jackson Lee berating her staff.

Sheila Jackson Lee • 0:01 – 0:09

Uh, you took a piece of paper from that woman, uh, regarding, uh, something that was owned by Ducantell. Where is it? What, what date was it?

Staffer • 0:09 – 0:16

Oh, from Jerome took it upstairs. I’ll have to call to pick it up when I switched out the papers. I’ll call him.

Sheila Jackson Lee • 0:17 – 1:02

I don’t want you to do a goddamn thing. I want you to have a fucking brain. I want you to have read it. I want you to say, Congresswoman, with such and such date. That’s what I want. That’s the kind of staff that I want to have. So some stupid other motherfucker did it. And, and I don’t have the information. Nobody sent me the information. I need to, uh, ensure my, um, schedule and, uh, you know, if, if Boo Boo did it, shit ass did it, fuck face did it. And nobody knows a goddamn thing in my office. Okay? Nothing. I gave it to you. Your job was to get it on the calendar, imprint it in your brain, or send me the information back saying, “Congresswoman, I made sure that the Ovide Ducantell event that you gave me, uh, for a so-and-so date at seven is on the fucking calendar.” Not to, oh, Jerome has it.

Sheila Jackson Lee • 1:02 – 1:33

Okay. So when I called Jerome, he only sitting up there like a fat ass stupid idiot talking about, uh, what the fuck? He doesn’t know. Okay? Both of y’all are fuck ups [inaudible]. It’s the worst shit that I could have ever had put together. Two goddamn big ass children fucking idiots serve no goddamn purpose. Ain’t managing nobody. Nobody’s respecting them. Nobody gives a shit about what you’re doing and you ain’t doing shit. And this is an example of it. I gave it to Jerome. This is not child’s work.

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Woodstock, August 15-18, 1969 (A Few Photos, A Few Tunes)


“We were ready to rock out and we waited and waited and finally it was our turn … there were a half million people asleep. These people were out. It was sort of like a painting of a Dante scene, just bodies from hell, all intertwined and asleep, covered with mud. And this is the moment I will never forget as long as I live: A quarter mile away in the darkness, on the other edge of this bowl, there was some guy flicking his Bic, and in the night I hear, “Don’t worry about it, John. We’re with you.” I played the rest of the show for that guy.”

~John Fogerty recalling Creedence Clearwater Revival’s 3:30 a.m. start time at Woodstock


Softly, gently as you sleep,
I place my hand upon your cheek.
Your skin is sweet and ever so fair,
My fingers lightly touch your hair.

It won’t be long my darling one,
Until you’re gone and I’m alone.
I love you now and always will,
My sweetest, dearest one of all.

I pray your dreams come true, my love,
You always give me hope for mine.
You are the blessing of my life,
The best of me is all of you.

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