Hello, dear readers… It’s time for another segment of “Jackie flips shit and goes off on some fucking opinionated rampage”… I’m old; that’s my excuse. I didn’t apologize for having an opinion when I was young, so I’m certainly not going to apologize for having one now, not even if it seems a bit harshly worded. Am I opinionated…? Possibly. Do I care…? Heavens no. Once you get to be a certain age (and looking at pictures of myself lately, man, I can see the age), you really do stop giving a fucking shit what people think and feel about you because you realize it’s just not worth the wrinkle you’ll give yourself over it. And if you do still worry about shit like that once you reach a certain age– well– that’s kind of sad because you really shouldn’t. Opinions are like assholes, everybody’s got one. And, by that same token, shit comes out of all of them just the same. Simply something to keep in mind while I go off on my tirade…

Lately I’ve had the displeasure of having some conversations I wish I’d rather not have had… Mind you, there are two things I never discuss with anyone. One is politics and the other is religion. And yet, recently, I’ve been having to have discussions on the latter with someone who is young, inexperienced, opinionated, educated as far as what has been read online (which you can’t always consider to be “reliable”) and is unfamiliar with how politics work in reality and only understands how they work in theory (ie: how it says they’re supposed to work on paper). The other conversations I’ve gotten roped into… Well, they are also with younger individuals, the kind who absolutely need something to be offended about or outraged over all the time, the type that is all too quick to jump up on that soap box and preach only to sound like a jackass when they do because they have absolutely no clue what the fuck they’re talking about. And so it goes…

So this is one of the memes I post to Facebook every election year… Yeah, I “Rick Roll” everyone, but it lets them know my stance on politics. Honestly, I really haven’t had much of an opinion most of my life with the exception of this: It doesn’t matter who you vote for, whoever gets in is going to fuck something up; they all do. And that’s true; every single one of them (except maybe the ones in the early history of this country) have fucked something up, great or small. Rick Astley would be a better option… However, I have taken more of an interest since one election in particular. Among friends and family, my opinion has been very unpopular since. I’m sure it had nothing to do with me stating at the beginning of said election (during one of the speeches on television), “He’ll end up being the next Hitler, you just wait and see if I’m not right…” Yeah, that doesn’t win you points with people, to be honest. It probably didn’t win me points with some of you, either…

I also post this meme every election year… Anyway, my opinion stems largely from remembering what a disgusting piece of shit he’s been since he’s been in the media back in the 80s (because, again, I’m old). If a person can’t be loyal and honest to their family, to their businesses, why would you think they could be so to their country…? I felt it was a legitimate question that no one seemed to want to answer and would just greet with hostility. Now the counter-argument is his successor shitting his pants on-air… Not a good look for a president, I agree. But to be honest, I feel that, in general, the last thing we need is to have an old man whose cognitive skills are in question back in office. It’s reminiscent of the Regan years when that doddering old, Alzheimer’s ridden fool had the country so scared he was going to push the button and start WWIII that it was the theme of all the movies and music videos of the time.

To be fair, I hate the other option and would prefer Rick Astley or Vanilla Ice at this point… I really don’t like either option, but what I really don’t like is that the person I was having the discussion with takes things at face value and you can’t. You can’t listen to the shit slinging ads, the candidates themselves or anything else, really… You need to read between the lines at all times and listen not to what they do say but rather what they don’t say… And if they’re warning you about something, like this Proposition 2025, do your homework and really read this thing instead of just listening to the good parts they tell you about. Always read the fine print in everything because that’s where they always fuck you over…

The other big debate as of late is this… Seriously?! Yup, I shit you not, this is the subject of debate right now, Lyle and Erik Menendez and the latest Netflix series about them… Now, I was a junior in high school when they were arrested for murdering their parents and in my early 20s when they were finally found guilty and sentenced, so I remember this from the days before Netflix could distort certain aspects of their story and gain sympathy for the two. Keep that in mind… I actually remember my job having the television in our break room on all day long during the OJ Simpson case for an entire fucking year so that we could watch some of it in passing and we could watch it when they finally passed sentencing… A lot of us were pissed… No, not for racial reasons. I think all of us in the building thought he did it and he got off because he was famous and bought his freedom. And some of us were pissed because there was literally nothing on television for a year but that fucking trial…

The very fact that there are people out there saying Netflix did them dirty (they did with the incest aspect), that they should be set free because “their parents deserved it” is just appalling… There are other people that were sexually abused by their parents, just as badly or worse. They moved out as soon as they were old enough. Why didn’t they? Simple… they would have had to get jobs and support themselves. They could have kicked the shit out of the old man instead of putting up with the abuse, but they’d be out of the will. They killed them in cold blood while they slept, tried to call it a mafia hit, then spent $700,000 in a week. Yeah, they were abused and scared of their parents alright…

So… you’ve got people getting into heated political arguments about which one of Lucifer’s minions should get elected (seriously, either way we’re getting a loser this time just like last time), idiots wanting to let murderers loose because they think it’s okay to kill your parents if they touch your “no-no” place instead of finding another alternative (like there isn’t one) along with all these other fruit loops that are running around being offended because you don’t know what their pronouns are just by looking at them (sorry for calling them as I see them) as if we’re supposed to know when we see a guy who looks like a man, sounds like a man, has a dick, but because he’s wearing a dress he want’s to be referred to as she/her… You know, I have a rather high IQ… But in no way, shape or form can you ever make any of that make sense. I’m chalking it up to them being fruit loops and not to me being old…

But again, take this all with a grain of salt… They’re just my opinions. I’m entitled to them just as you’re entitled to yours. And gain, opinions are like assholes; everybody’s got one and they all spout shit just the same. Should you listen to me? Hell no! I’m just some old lady voicing her thoughts in a blog. You shouldn’t listen to me or take what I say to heart. I can be an asshole; I know it. Look my bracelet tells you so! Hahahaa… It’s for Halloween; I got it at the hippy dippy store, but I figure it warns people about my personality as well…

Take nothing to heart, dear readers… What I think and feel are of no consequence to anyone but me, just as what others think and feel are of no consequence to me. That’s how you have to look at life in general… You do you, whatever makes you happy. You shouldn’t let anyone’s opinions stand in the way of that.

So now I’m going to sit back and continue to chill out to Cold Play (which I’ve been doing the entire time I’ve been writing this). It sounds like a nice way to spend a dreary afternoon…