From Michigan I have a little different perspective on November's elections. As you reported earlier, our state Democratic party purposely supported an evil trumper in order to successfully kick off (and de-halo) Republican Rep. Peter Meijer from the ticket. The Republicans I know in the Grand Rapids area (okay, I don't know the DeVoses…
From Michigan I have a little different perspective on November's elections. As you reported earlier, our state Democratic party purposely supported an evil trumper in order to successfully kick off (and de-halo) Republican Rep. Peter Meijer from the ticket. The Republicans I know in the Grand Rapids area (okay, I don't know the DeVoses even though one of their 5 or 6 houses is in a friend's neighborhood) are not going to vote for rabid tRumpers. Add to that, a legion of wives and girlfriends who are threatening cessation of husband' and boyfriend's access to their lover's reproductive systems if the men should vote for these rabid skunks, and add the legion of proper Christian Reformed Republican women who have had one or 2 abortions, and may need another, I see and feel us moving past the Guadalcanal Moment (or, in future history books, the Kansas Moment), to victory for democracy. My neighbor is a shirttail relative of Admiral Halsey and a history buff. I will get another quote for you. Thanks as always, TC, for being point on and irreverent.
P.S. This is Michigan, where your car gets hit by a deer (yesterday, a tan blur before the thump), and the biggest concern discussed by the deputy and a passerby (who knows somebody I know) and myself is if the venison will keep without going bad in this 70° heat long enough for my hunter friend to get here and haul it to the village market where Frank will probably let us hang it for 5 days in their walk-in frig until the hunter can butcher it (and, of course, steal the back straps). The deputy offered to hoist the young buck into the back of my Subaru Outback and let me drive it there myself except a) we didn't know if my car was driveable after the collision and b) I had just detailed my car by myself, 1st time ever, for 3 1/2 hours the day before and had left the plastic mat that protects the carpet back drying in my driveway. Clearly we needed a pick up truck. But we didn't have the 15 or 20 minutes to wait until we could flag one down. So the deputy offered to drag the deer into the woods so no one would steal it before one of us could borrow a pick up and come git it. Then I climbed back in the rider side door of my car, clambered over the console and into the driver's seat (because, of course, my car door wouldn't open after the deer smashed into it), and tentatively drove a few yards, got the shimmy out of it, and drove to town to pick up the hunter so he could pick up his pick up (sorry, that's the truth). Before I took off, though, the officer gave me a claim number so my insurance would cover the cost of the repairs, and reminded me to call my insurance agent once the deer was safe. Long story short (you have to say "long story short" somewhere in your Michigan story), the hunter decreed that my trusty Subaru had caused too much internal damage to the meat to save any of it. We did take a brief moment to honor the buck's spirit (OUR hunters are respectful). Then I called the insurance folks who said, no problem, the collision folks can get the car appraised this week, although the repair folks won't get STARTED until November because of "supply chain issues" and "staff shortages" and "inflationary prices." Politics. Whateryagonnado.
A true story by a true-BLUE Michigander storyteller. The deer didn't make it out but the driver is just fine. The Subaru Outback's life on the road was temporarily suspended, but the deputy was helpful; the hunter knew the score; the insurer was ok and the fine lady Michigander goes on to fight for Democracy with friends and neighbors day after day! Some loss, plenty of mutual consideration, and in the end, All's Well that Ends Well. GO BLUE
Even without the Subaru, you've absolutely got your engine running. I took a chance to adapt your story to sing your praises. Glad you didn't mind. Whew!
Fern, you are a hoot! I am humbled by your praise and energized by your glee! We shall fight the good fight and win back democracy in November! And hopefully my car will be out of the shop before President Pete Buttigieg takes office (in 2028).
LOVE THAT MAN!! We are blessed that his husband Chasten is good friends with 2 of my kids from their school and theater days together in Traverse City. Fabulous people the Buttigieges.
From Michigan I have a little different perspective on November's elections. As you reported earlier, our state Democratic party purposely supported an evil trumper in order to successfully kick off (and de-halo) Republican Rep. Peter Meijer from the ticket. The Republicans I know in the Grand Rapids area (okay, I don't know the DeVoses even though one of their 5 or 6 houses is in a friend's neighborhood) are not going to vote for rabid tRumpers. Add to that, a legion of wives and girlfriends who are threatening cessation of husband' and boyfriend's access to their lover's reproductive systems if the men should vote for these rabid skunks, and add the legion of proper Christian Reformed Republican women who have had one or 2 abortions, and may need another, I see and feel us moving past the Guadalcanal Moment (or, in future history books, the Kansas Moment), to victory for democracy. My neighbor is a shirttail relative of Admiral Halsey and a history buff. I will get another quote for you. Thanks as always, TC, for being point on and irreverent.
P.S. This is Michigan, where your car gets hit by a deer (yesterday, a tan blur before the thump), and the biggest concern discussed by the deputy and a passerby (who knows somebody I know) and myself is if the venison will keep without going bad in this 70° heat long enough for my hunter friend to get here and haul it to the village market where Frank will probably let us hang it for 5 days in their walk-in frig until the hunter can butcher it (and, of course, steal the back straps). The deputy offered to hoist the young buck into the back of my Subaru Outback and let me drive it there myself except a) we didn't know if my car was driveable after the collision and b) I had just detailed my car by myself, 1st time ever, for 3 1/2 hours the day before and had left the plastic mat that protects the carpet back drying in my driveway. Clearly we needed a pick up truck. But we didn't have the 15 or 20 minutes to wait until we could flag one down. So the deputy offered to drag the deer into the woods so no one would steal it before one of us could borrow a pick up and come git it. Then I climbed back in the rider side door of my car, clambered over the console and into the driver's seat (because, of course, my car door wouldn't open after the deer smashed into it), and tentatively drove a few yards, got the shimmy out of it, and drove to town to pick up the hunter so he could pick up his pick up (sorry, that's the truth). Before I took off, though, the officer gave me a claim number so my insurance would cover the cost of the repairs, and reminded me to call my insurance agent once the deer was safe. Long story short (you have to say "long story short" somewhere in your Michigan story), the hunter decreed that my trusty Subaru had caused too much internal damage to the meat to save any of it. We did take a brief moment to honor the buck's spirit (OUR hunters are respectful). Then I called the insurance folks who said, no problem, the collision folks can get the car appraised this week, although the repair folks won't get STARTED until November because of "supply chain issues" and "staff shortages" and "inflationary prices." Politics. Whateryagonnado.
A true story by a true-BLUE Michigander storyteller. The deer didn't make it out but the driver is just fine. The Subaru Outback's life on the road was temporarily suspended, but the deputy was helpful; the hunter knew the score; the insurer was ok and the fine lady Michigander goes on to fight for Democracy with friends and neighbors day after day! Some loss, plenty of mutual consideration, and in the end, All's Well that Ends Well. GO BLUE
GO BLUE!
Even without the Subaru, you've absolutely got your engine running. I took a chance to adapt your story to sing your praises. Glad you didn't mind. Whew!
To the our heroine in BLUE, MaryPat Sercu!
Fern, you are a hoot! I am humbled by your praise and energized by your glee! We shall fight the good fight and win back democracy in November! And hopefully my car will be out of the shop before President Pete Buttigieg takes office (in 2028).
We are Sisters - absolutely. I loved my Subaru Outback, best car we ever had. And you and I are attracted to the same man!! How do you like that?
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LOVE THAT MAN!! We are blessed that his husband Chasten is good friends with 2 of my kids from their school and theater days together in Traverse City. Fabulous people the Buttigieges.
Thanks Fern!
This needs more than a WOW, great story.
…and who did not use the word genitals? Go you Michigander!
The Lysistrata strategy could be a powerful tool used properly. Your comments are similarly on point and very hopeful.
I hope that you check out the music link I provided.
PS Do you have any Lysistrata tips, Dave?
I'll definitely check the link, I'm not sure what kind of tips there could be.
You are the 'trumpeter'' tonight MaryPat. Love your song and what's happening in your neck of Michigan! May it spread!