Fuck Target

We do our weekly grocery shopping at the local Super Target in the mall formerly known as Christown. We’ve been going there for years, and have generally been happy. Heck, when the store first opened it was amazing. Lately, however, it seems that they’ve either completely discontinued something we love and have purchased for years (Archer Farms brand multi-grain bread, for instance), or products suddenly appear with a marked-down tag, signaling their imminent demise. It doesn’t matter what it is; if we develop a fondness for something it seems to invariably disappear from the shelves.

Today we wanted to pick up some Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. The entire fucking freezer case was empty. “Oh we’re rearranging things.”

Another pastime of this store’s managers, it seems.

Kraft cheese? Gone. You can now only buy Market Pantry (Target’s own brand). A dozen eggs? Nope. You can now only purchase packs of 18, unless you want to pay through the nose to buy only 12. Target used to carry a huge assortment of frozen, ready-to-bake pies. Not any more. Two or three varieties available now.

When checking out, we’re usually asked, “Did you find everything you wanted?” but today we weren’t. It’s a blessing, I suppose. The poor checkout girl would’ve gotten a lot more than she bargained for if she’d asked. (And it’s not like they care, anyway. In the past when we’ve responded in the negative, we always get an “I’m sorry to hear that.” Not, “What were you looking for?” or even “What can we do to help?”

Why don’t we shop elsewhere? Well, there is both a Safeway and a Fry’s (Kroger) approximately equally distant—and closer to our house—than Target, but Safeway is a clusterfuck of the first order. The store will be overflowing with customers and they usually have only two or if you’re lucky, three checkout lanes open. They used to have self-checkout but I guess too many things were walking out the door.

Fry’s lot is hell to get in and out of, they don’t always have everything we need (as bad as Target), prices are higher, and the quality of the meat—surprisingly—is not as good. To their credit, both Safeway and Fry’s have a better selection of fresh fruit and vegetables than Target, but that’s not enough to offset all the negatives.

First world problems to be sure, but still annoying as hell.

Shower Thoughts

Humans get very sad when their pet dies, but pets probably get much sadder when their humans die because they’ve grown up and lived their whole life with that human.

An Hour Too Long

So I went to see that superhero movie everyone’s talking about the other night.

To be honest, the only reason I did it was to hopefully get answers to the many questions I had after stumbling upon that other superhero movie on HBO several weeks ago. Ben had no desire to see it, and while I’m loathe to go to a cinema these days (it’s not your personal fucking living room; corral your spawn, shut up, sit down, and behave yourself), Ben was attending another event and I figured it was a good a time as any.

Little did I know I was walking into another one of those seemingly never-ending movies where I found myself reaching for a non-existent remote to fast forward to the end about two-thirds of the way into it.

Yes, I got my questions answered, and as I suspected it involved time travel (of course), but JUST END THE THING FOR CHRISSAKE! Did they really need to get Thanos involved once again after finishing him off? Did we really need another planet-shattering battle where it seems every damned Marvel character in existence showed up? Did we really need the tearful [spoilers!] send off of Iron Man with—again—every Marvel character every created attending the funeral? Are there really that many unemployed actors, desperate for a paycheck, in Hollywood right now?

And is Tony Stark really dead? Did Robert Downey Jr. say, “Enough of this bullshit!” or will payments on his mortgage force him back into the red suit at some point?

It wasn’t a bad movie per se, but it was ultimately disposable and way too long. I got in on a movie pass, so I didn’t feel like I’d been cheated (if I’d actually paid the $11 admision fee I might’ve felt different) or that I’d wasted three hours of my life. I just didn’t leave feeling…entertained.

And BTW,  GET OFF MY LAWN!

Is This What It Means To Get Old?

As I was crossing the street this afternoon after leaving work, I heard, “Hi Mark!” from behind me. I turned to see a middle-aged slightly asian woman coming up at my side.

“Oh hi,” I said, not wanting to be rude, but also not having a fucking clue who she was.

She looked familiar, but I couldn’t place a name or even come up with how I obviously knew her.

“I didn’t know you worked at _____________,” she said. “I thought you worked somewhere over there,” wildly gesticulating in the general direction we were walking.

Since we both got on the elevator for the employee-only parking garage, she obviously worked for the same entity I did, but I have absolutely no memory of ever having met her.

Was she a current coworker whose computer issue I’d fixed and then promptly forgot? Was she a former coworker who was now working at the same place I was?

I am truly at a loss.

If I run into her again I won’t play coy; I’ll tell her I can’t recall her name or even how we know each other…

Released 39 Years Ago Today

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4OeX9Rq9cFk&list=PLrpyDacBCh7D9LYtNqpCNxIAyLk4R26uA

Grace Jones: Warm Leatherette (1980)

My favorite—or maybe second favorite—Grace Jones album. I can never definitively say if this or Nightclubbing is my favorite. They’re both so good they could easily have been released as a double LP.

Hillary Was Right

As if you need to be told.

From John Pavlovitz:

Hillary Clinton was right about everything.

She was right when she warned us that Donald Trump was in bed with Russia.
She was right when she said our election process was being irreparably compromised.
She was right when she noted his cruelty, his impulsiveness, and his recklessness.
She was right when she suggested he was beholden to a murderous foreign dictator.
She was right when she told us that he was dangerously incapable of self-control on social media.
She was right when she pointed out the toxic hatred he was cultivating and releasing in people.
She was right when she noticed the way he was dragging national discourse into the toilet.

And she was right was when she called his supporters “deplorables.”

At the time of the statement in 2016, she was unfairly excoriated in the media and by Republicans—but looking back she was using sober judgement, measured speech, and incredible restraint:

“To just be grossly generalistic, you could put half of Trump’s supporters into what I call the basket of deplorables. They’re racist, sexist, homophobic, xenophobic – Islamophobic – you name it.”

They are.

In the wake of the police shootings of black men, the street corner assaults on gay couples, the #MeToo and Black Lives Matter movements, the defacing of synagogues, the burning of black churches, the mistreatment of migrant families—Trump’s supporters daily reveal their phobic hearts and their willingness to ignore vulnerable people’s suffering.

“And unfortunately, there are people like that. And he has lifted them up. He has given voice to their websites that used to only have 11,000 people – now have 11 million.”

He has.

He continually cries “fake news” about the legitimate Press, while disseminating the wildest of conspiracy theories from extremists media outlets, previously and rightly marginalized because they appealed to only the tiniest lunatic fringe.

“He tweets and retweets their offensive hateful mean-spirited rhetoric.”

He does.

Just look at his Twitter feed at any moment during the past three years, and you’ll find the unhinged, incendiary ramblings of a supremacist, terrorist sympathizer—whose account under any other circumstance—would be deactivated for its hate speech, its purposeful targeting of individuals, and its steady invocation to violence.

In 2016, Hillary was being prophetic.

She used the word “deplorable,” to describe people who would soon:
applaud Muslim travel bans,
celebrate families separated at the border,
abide children being placed in cages,
demonize teenage shooting victims,
defiantly deny the value of black lives,
vilify sexual assault survivors,
bless a predator to the Supreme Court,
cheer Presidential rally cries of shooting immigrants,
approve of the suppressing of Special Counsel reports,
sanction the complete perversion of our Rule of Law.

Deplorable, was being kind. I have many other words for such people, and they’re much stronger and far less diplomatic than that.

Hillary closed her now infamous comments by saying,

“Now, some of those folks—they are irredeemable, but thankfully, they are not America.”

Well, she was about half right.

These people may not be America, but they represent a good 38 percent of it. That’s far too much of any nation aspiring to greatness. As long as more than a third of our country blesses such malfeasance and tolerates this kind of toxicity in the name of holding power, we’re going to continue to regress into chaos and implosion.

When Hillary Clinton said that half of Trump’s supporters were deplorables, she was in essence claiming them to be filled with contempt for others, motivated by fear, and driven to exclusion. She may have been right in that moment—but the percentage today is actually much higher.

Anyone still supporting him has deluded themselves into an alternate reality that makes them incapable of compassion or reasonable dialogue. All that they have seen from this President and his cadre of grifters and criminals, hasn’t proven alarming enough to wake them into decency or rouse their humanity alive.

Hillary wasn’t name-calling, she was accurately describing the kind of inhumanity we are now seeing as people’s default setting. Given their support of a man who regularly uses phrases like “Crazy Maxine,” “Pocahontas,” “Pencil Neck”— or “Crooked Hillary,” their feigned offense at her supposedly offensive language was and is a laughably hypocritical anyway.

No, Hillary was telling the truth, as difficult as it is to admit. She was diagnosing a collective sickness that afflicts a terrifying number of Americans. The woman who should currently be helming this nation was right about far too many things, and not enough of us listened.

Hatred, bigotry, supremacy, misogyny, and violent phobia are indeed sickening and repugnant and reprehensible and yes, deplorable—or at least they should be.