Money for Nothing - Dire Straits

I like to say I learn something new every day.

Today I learned that the Canadian Broadcast Standards Council has declared the mid-1980's song Money for Nothing by Dire Straits "offensive."

Say...what?

The song is around twenty-five (25) years old. A quarter century. And suddenly NOW the use of the word faggot is a problem?

It gets better.

Apparently the decision to ban the song was made based on ONE complaint from one person who doesn't like the word.

Since when can a single person dictate what plays on the radio in an entire country? Because that's apparently what just happened.

And no, I don't think it's copasetic to call people faggots. Let people love who they love and get the hell over it.

But there is something wrong with this picture, and it's a harbinger of to things to come. We're losing our freedoms, crumb by crumb, not even realizing someone is stealing our cookie right out of our hand.

As for the song, little fag hag that I am, I called a few of my gay friends. Some of them actually have that Dire Straits album on vinyl. The younger ones have it on their iPhones. They love the song.

Thank God for the mute button

There needs to be a law that those in charge of hiring "talent" to sing the National Anthem to open events like the Super Bowl check to make sure the cat they hire to sing isn't in heat.

The Fed is looking for Wrench Screwdriver

I have a separate email that I use for junk. You know junk. The kind you get when you must supply an email address to get a percentage off something, or a coupon. About once a month I go clean out the junk mailbox, just to keep an eye on things.

It's amazing what lands in there. I'm getting messages from the "Federal Government" and when it comes to that mailbox, I'm not even a real person. No, no, I didn't even use a real name. The mailbox belongs a figment of my imagination named something akin to Wrench Screwdriver for heaven's sake.

Of course, our Fed might actually be willing to send Ms. Screwdriver a tax refund. It is the state of things these days. The government seems to believe that everyone is entitled to a cut of the taxpayer dollar.

Excuse me. As one of the taxpayers paying lots and lots of dollars to the Federal Government, enough is enough. I find it very disconcerting to be politically aligned with factions of the Tea Party, and quite a relief that I'm not ALL the way politically aligned with them.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow.

And NO, I'm a Democrat, either. 

I'm a political mongrel, and I'm damn proud of it.

It's time to really worry

So I'm a very remiss blogger. Sue me. Life is busy, busy, even for the jokingly semi-retired. And so far it is a joke. I'm working harder now than before my "official" anouncement that I was scaling back. I'd laugh, but it's not funny.

And neither is this little video a friend pointed out to me this morning.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tsH8xvjTAlo

I confess I never looked at some of the points that are made, but now that I have, I'm a little worried.

Okay. I'm a lot worried.

This is why I read romance novels - to escape the truth.

So this little ping thingee actually works. That's amazing. How it will be useful to my everyday life remains to be seen, but I feel soooo smart right now.

I'm sure the feeling will fade once I actually get some sleep.

So I'm trying out a new app. It's scary because I'm not sold on the safety of these things. It seems to me the more of this crap you use, the easier it is to get hacked. But hey - what else is there to do in the middle of the night when you can't sleep? So I'm living dangerously.

At the polls

Well, I voted. A great privilege, and a great responsibility, voting.

Now I need to come clean. One of the candidates I probably would have voted for met me on the parking lot of the local school (where I vote), and proceeded to attempt to engage me in conversation.

I still work Tuesdays and Thursdays. I'd worked all day. I'd been to the grocery, gone to a friend's house to check on her dogs because she was working at the poll, and I had a full evening of cooking, washing dishes, and laundry ahead of me before I could disappear into a book. And this IDIOT wanted to chat.

I didn't vote for him. He simply doesn't understand the working woman.