While the Democrats are foaming at the mouth over Trump’s tax returns being released today, I’m thinking to myself: “Big fucking deal.”
The liberals are acting as if President Trump and his wife sat down at the kitchen table with their laptop computer loaded with TurboTax and prepared their own returns.
Give me a break!
That’s all … ~ce
Last Friday, the AT&T Internet went out in my neighborhood. They blamed it on the weather, which was stupid because this is Florida and a few days of below freezing temps in the morning should not shut down the entire Internet.
But, that was their story and they were sticking to it.
Me being me, I started making phone calls … morning, noon, and night … and most of the time I got a recorded message that blamed the weather and said agents had no further information.
During the next five days, I spoke to five live people and most didn’t know what was going on but they assured me the problem would be fixed in 24 hours. A person can be patient for just so many 24 hour cycles, and I had my doubts that the system would ever get fixed.
During this time, I learned a lot about my smart phone. It was my lifeline to my family and the Internet. Because my phone is with a different carrier, I upgraded my data for the same cost and found myself doing a little bit of surfing.
Watching a cable show on a smart phone takes a magnifying glass. It was easier to just listen or watch free TV on the actual TV. Reading the many books I have yet to read didn’t appeal to me because I was on an Internet mission.
Also, I was beginning to suffer from serious withdrawal symptoms and worried that Verizon might be in my future.
This afternoon I connected with someone at AT&T who listened to my tale of woe and connected me with someone at Tech Support who actually knew what the hell she was doing. We talked for a while, she asked all kinds of questions, and then she said the dreaded words: “I will have to call you back with more information.”
I had my doubts and started to curse the day I ever got an Internet connection.
Well, miracle of miracles, she called back, and we did this and that with my computer and now I am once again connected to the fabulous Internet and roaming down the Internet highway.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.
I remember attending a football game on New Year’s Day many years ago, and Stanford University was the opposing team. What I remember most about Stanford was that their mascot was a TREE.
Today, Stanford University is promoting their index of “harmful language” that it recommends be erased from the school’s websites. The list includes the terms “American” and “Hispanic.”
My reply to Stanford University is this:
Dear Stanford:
I’m an straight white American woman, and I often brown bagged my lunch during my working years. While it’s never easy for anyone to be the black sheep of the family, let’s not beat a dead horse. OK? I’m wondering how many of your students got grandfathered in as freshmen? BTW, I love firemen, and I miss my grandfather who was the epitome of a gentleman.
Signed: Catherine
Here are a few examples of words Stanford wants banned.
Two liberal bitches held up a Ukrainian flag while a sweatsuit wearing Zelensky addressed the clapping seals in Congress. My God. What has happened to our country?
I know. I know. Going on and on about Twitter constantly shadowbanning my account can’t be healthy for my unhealthy heart. Well, it’s not, but getting anyone’s attention at Twitter is impossible.
Twitter claims to be all about FREE speech. I’m starting to have my doubts.
What I do know is that Twitter has finally gotten on my last good nerve, and this is the only way for me to let off steam.
I don’t have the time to post every example that goes back for years, but it might be time to give up posting the more recent ones on my own website.
This will be the last time … I promise … maybe.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
~Catherine
