I’m feeling a little short on hope, to be honest. It feels like the world is spinning out of control and that the proliferation of evil is increasing exponentially, and those that bring hope and joy and help and comfort into the world have to run triple time with no hope of catching up. There are so many holes in the dam and we just don’t have enough fingers. My heart goes out to the people of New Zealand who have received our unwanted evil export of hate and violence.
Our pathetic excuse of a president says white extremist violence isn’t a thing, and the clueless Howard Schultz thinks that all the people booing and criticizing him means that the people really want him and are excited. Wrong on both counts, you clueless numpties.
But we have to keep hoping, until there is no hope left. Don’t we?
It was #NationalPandaDay yesterday…let’s have some pandas.
Huzzah! a guest appearance by little Po! (This was before we knew the Meihems and Po were girls)
In the words of Winnie ther Pooh, “I think it’s time for a little something.
How many times do we have to remind you….
Nothing gets my spirits up more than baby Pinky!
Never say “No” to a Pinky!
Could Mama Mei Xiang really be contemplating letting Pinky loose on the pandy kindy?
Pinky answers difficult questions from the press in her own way.
Be the Bear
Bob T panda
I will be using the term clueless numpties from now on. Thank you. To be alive in the world today is to be angry and sad at the same time most of the time. I just don’t know what is wrong with humans and their need to hate . On a lighter note… the expression on Pinky’s face in response to the Foxxy News question is one of my absolute favorites. And her reaction is what I would like to do to all of those buffoons and their Orange cult leader.
I really don’t know what I would do without Pinky to lift my spirits.
When I heard there was a white extremist terrorist attack in New Zealand I was shocked. When I heard the murderer was an Australian I wasn’t so shocked. This is what happens when your politicians court the racist vote by demonising a people and a religion for decades. I’m sick to my stomach at the horrific death of all those innocents and that a peace loving and refugee welcoming country like New Zealand has had to pay the price for our nasty rhetoric. I can only hope that some of the arseholes that think white extremist violence isn’t a thing realise it is and that it must be stopped.
We’ve got a Federal Election coming soon so hopefully we’ll have a change of government. We’ll have to think up a nickname for Bill Shorten if he becomes our next Prime Minister. Nothing will surpass Meowcolm Furball but Bill Shortening is a start.
The news was so horrific. I immediately thought of you when I heard the murderer was from Australia. (not that I thought you did it, ha ha, just that the idea that someone from your country had committed this disgusting atrocity.) I have had several friends who have spent extended time in New Zealand, and their reports were always glowing and enthusiastic. I’m afraid that we can’t give all the blame to 45, but he and his evil minions bear a large part of it. It makes me ill to imagine so much hate, and ill to feel those strong emotions towards those perpetrators of hate and violence. This period in our history will be as great a stain on our country as the atrocities of WW2, by the Nazis.
It becomes so unreal, because I can walk out into the woods behind my house and feel the warm air as I cut back the shrubs and weeds. How long will I be able to do that? Hopefully for many years to come when we take back our government and try to re-install basic human decency. Good luck with your election too. I hope it comes out okay.
I’ve visited New Zealand twice and I love it. The country is visually spectacular and the people are lovely. It’s what Australia could have been if we hadn’t gone down the racist path. Their Prime Minister Jacinta Ardern was criticised for being too young to be Prime Minister but she is showing the world how to deal with such an atrocity. She is a perfect example of how a good leader shapes and transforms a country.
Meanwhile back in Australia one of our senators blamed the atrocity on Muslim migration. Afterwards a young man protested by cracking an egg on the senator’s head. John Oliver did a good piece on it this week. He was particularly impressed by the egg cracking 🙂
As for America and 45 I can’t believe how much damage he has done and in such a short time. It makes me sick to my stomach to think of him serving another term. Hopefully both our countries will boot out our hideous leaders and begin repairing the damage we’ve done to ourselves and the world.
Enjoy the warm weather and coming spring. We’re heading into autumn, my favourite time of the year.
I’ve never gotten to go to New Zealand, but it’s on my list of places I’d like to visit. here’s hoping we get new leaders more like Ardern (and Unka Justin) and less like the vile tyrants we have now. I may have to move to New Zealand if tRump is re-elected.
We’re thinking of retiring there so we could be neighbours! Plus no snakes!! If you do plan a trip to New Zealand let me know because I’d be happy to fly over for a catch up. 🙂
It’s sounding better all the time! There was someone from here that moved there, I thought permanently, but she came back. Not sure why. I’ll let you know if we ever make it there!
Huzzah!
“We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope” Martin Luther King, Jr. Hang in there my friend and never, ever give up hope!
That is a very wonderful quote. I find more hope when I get to spend time outside, or with some of my IRL friends here. Now that we are having some days (at least a few this week) of excellent gardening weather, I’m doing my hour or so daily garden chores, cutting back the hydrangea being the house today, clearing runner vines off of the nurse log, and generally keeping the woods from closing in on my house. It gives me some hope, for now. Tomorrow I will work on some new ‘toons. Howard Schultz’s whining has given me some new ideas for some ‘toons. So what if it’s taken me 30 years to enact my revenge? 🙂
Ummm…could we perhaps borrow Miss Pinky’s magic wand for a little while or…..maybe get her to “poof” away the real Foxy News and their idol aka Moron aka Orange Face.
That is a very tempting idea. But Mommee Mei won’t tell me where it is. I do like to picture that, TBH.
Hi Anne, perhaps I am imagining this but I thought I responded to this wonderful assortment of scripts which are beary 🐻🐼 clever volunteering to take on dangerous assignments. Specifically to take down the CEO of PandaBuxx, Mr-Not-in-Any-Manner-Like-Mr-Wu that old H.S. Who once paved the end of his driveway on government property. I volunteered because he invited my cousin into his office to personally 🔥 her. I love my cousin. I tried to write something earlier but although this iPad is far superior to JBezos product I was just getting use to it. I was leaning towards telling you how awful her spouse was at the end of my cousin’s tenure @ 🐼Buxx. In fact she is/was an adult and she probably just did what she suggested. Of her own free will. Certainly she had lost the love for her position there. Which is sad because it was a great job, she was great at it! And she eventually kicked his to-cool-for-work backside to the curb.
Additionally, I myself have been in a funk managing The Swirlies 🌪, the headaches and a right leg that hasn’t allowed me to get my heel on any walking surface for almost 5 years. The meds for all that can interfere with my memory. If this was post I responded to it happened at the end of an era and the beginning of a different sort. On Sunday, March 10, 2019 my last, umm baby, Triss passed. It was the first time since 1986 that I had been alone, at least for normal reasons, at home. Now it is the new normal. Since cats were never my first idea, although I immediately loved everybody, I had a lot to process. I am hoping all this processing is over. It was taxing.
As you and I know their are parts-of Lake City, as in all of North Seattle, that are very badgery 🦡. I called my mom about a commotion in the area that I thought was over to only find out that she was and would continue to be getting in-real-time updates about This Times-worthy series of happenings. Something about a metro 🚎. Apparently Seattle’s finest were triaging some of their important responsibilities from my childhood lawn and Vic and Robbie’s former home. Eventually I saw a video and picture and it all looked so rundown. I will admit to being wrong; moving okay, just not to Yakima.
So about my cousin Shelley Danai Yeigh. Given the time parameters you gave me you could have very well known her. She had some sort of leadership role over phone ☎️ orders. I was married in February 1986, and someone gave me a wedding shower March or April, before April 26 of that year, the day I had a reception. She gave me
lovely coffee as a gift and then panicked as to whether I had a coffeemaker. Which I did until my in-laws broke it on the on the day of my reception. 😀 I think Shelley worked out of what then may have been referred to as the old Sears store at that time. She had previously worked at Caravelle Coffee (I am sure that is misspelled) before that. I kinda sorta think Shelley worked at ⭐️Bucks when the man who went on to own the Jolly Trolley Pub and brew beer still owned it. She was still there in May of 1991. I gave birth and nexthad to order fresh coffee beans for the previously mentioned in-laws. Not knowing exactly what to say or if Shelley knew another Perkins had emerged I awkwardly chimed Hello to her when she answered her work phone. I rolled right through her with “So you probably heard I just had a baby now I need to order coffee”. She put me on hold and then she came back with a big exclamation. She was the first person I told I was pregnant and she was at work; I didn’t want to burden her anymore than I already had.
She mostly was called Shelley Yeigh, pronounced like the I am the Frito -Bandito song, for most of her time @ ⭐️Bucks. Then Shelley Brisker for a brief time. She will be 64 at the end of April. Her sisters had seasonal positions employed under her watch. Robin Hayes, her elder sister, so obviously that didn’t run smooth. The sister between the two, Nikki Hayes would have worked hard and seemed to be from casual interactions less dramatic. But none of us want to cross her😀. Even my mom doesn’t cross Nikki.
So I started this with Hi Anne and maybe I imagined you asking me a question if so I’m sorry. Happy Weekend.
I think maybe I did know your cousin Shelley. I can’t place her name and face together, but if she was there in ’86, so was I. I also know some of the people who went to work at Caravalle (I can’t spell it either) when it split off from *$. Sorry for the loss of your last fur baby. That’s always hard.
I hope the swirlies are not too bad, but maybe they make my ‘toons funnier. (probably not.)
Anyway, if you still talk to shelley, tell her I say “Hi” and that I hope Howard rots in Hell.