Melange

One thing that pisses me off is the idiotic cutesy names people use with one another. They're not really a sign of affection; it's patronizing and condescending. You're degrading your partner to an object. If someone has a name (and most of us do), use it. There are few things more romantic than to say your lovers name with affection. There's little need for the other crap: sweet thing, baby doll, sweetie pie. Yuck. Objectification is a decadent, demeaning thing to do to someone.
Please, everyone read It Can't Happen Here by Sinclair Lewis. This country is sprinting toward fascism and it seems too many people are happy with that.  Also God Bless You Mr Rosewater, Cat's Cradle, Slaughter House Five by Vonnegut.
Long ago (I think there was electricity, but not much else) I aligned myself with Utopian Socialism. I still believe that theoretically it's the best idea going. But, like all the other isms, it forgets about the human factor. People are forever hedonistic narcissists. We all want a little bit more than the guy next door. There isn't a single ism that's not infected by that. Environment? Socialisation? Genetics? Who cares? It's there.
I will be forever thankful for the people who've helped and supported me the last couple of years. I call them anchors. I trust them completely. I'm not an easy person to get along with. These people have passed that. They know who they are. I love (in my own strange way) all of them.
There are very deep valleys and very steep peaks in my emotional roller coaster. They are slowly getting shallower, smoother. I'll always be an opinionated ass, but I never mean harm to those I care for. I claim to try not to use sarcasm, but often fail. It's not meant in a hurtful fashion.
Okay, longer and more boring, but I'm done for tonight.