What Attracts Them?

I keep wondering what attracts voters to far right candidates? I always try to get to the bottom of what it is they are attracted to with these conservative Polies. And I don’t know, I keep coming back to the thing that they all have in common, which is racism. Is that why the dumb people are attracted to these far right people, is that the racist element in our society that is voting for politicians that will do something about all the people ‘who aren’t like them’?

I have to wonder if this is why all the 'anti' political commentary is so effective with conservative voters, because they see politicians who are gonna do something about all those people ‘who aren’t like them’.

I never really understand why there are people in society who don’t want people around them ‘who aren’t like them’. I love it. I love all sorts of different people around me, with different ideas, and different cultures, and different beliefs. I think it’s what makes life interesting.

So, is it just the dumb, poor, uneducated people who don’t want people around them, 'who aren’t like them' because they don’t have the skills to deal with that sort of thing? I don’t know, that sounds too simplistic, but the people who vote for the Great Orange Turd, the redheaded bitch from Queensland, and the Lizard Farage, I can’t see another reason that unite them

The one thing these voters do seem to agree on is that that preferred candidate says it like it is? But do they, actually, listen to what these candidates say? I can’t help but think that is just code for racism.

Of course, the other thing that unities them is that they’re only interested in themselves, which seems to be the prevailing thoughts of society today. So, they don’t care about anyone 'who isn’t like them', in fact, anyone 'who isn’t like them', I presume, makes them fearful.

The thing that the politicians these right wing voters are voting for having in common is that they all lie. The redhead a bitch from Queensland lies through a back teeth. The Great Orange Turd never tells the truth, ever. And the most surprising one was the Lizard Farage, he lied all about Brexit and yet the dumb people still voted him in. That’s why I called them the dumb people. The redhaired bitch  from Queensland has been in politics for 30 years and she’s never done one single thing, other than ingratiate herself. And the Lizard Farage is slipperier than a bucket of eels.

Max, the temp, calls, during the our initial general chit chat, she says she occasionally looks at ABC and SBS, but not for their politics, never for their politics.

A bit later in the conversation, we're talking about what we watch on YouTube, I said I watch American Political news on YouTube – she said she did too – because I can’t quite believe Donald Trump is in power.

“Oh no, I have no problem with him in power. I have no problem with that.”

Oh? 

I always find it interesting that the ‘conservatives’ voting for far right politicians are very strident in their belief in far right polies.

She had to state definitely that she wasn’t into the politics of ABC and SBS. 

Really? I didn’t ask.

What is the politics of ABC and SBS? (you know, other than the propaganda the Murdoch minions spread so their exalted leader can get rid of it and take the market share)

Is it because they are trying to convince themselves?

(or is it because they are stupid and somehow have managed to latch onto the only politician that supports their racist ideas? I don't really know)

And she has absolutely no problem with Donald Trump being in power.

You know, I wanted to ask what it was that she liked about him? But I didn’t.

It crossed my mind to ask her if she was going to vote for Pauline Hanson? But I didn’t. (I think I know the answer)

I’m always fascinated to ask what it is they like about the worst people in the world in power they are supporting. I never seem to get a straight answer.

TV Tuesday

I had a post kind of half written, but...

I ate my squid ink pasta and my white chocolate and raspberry ice cream and settled in and watched the English Shameless with Otto, instead.

I loved the US version of Shameless, and Mickey Milkovich in the US version is one of my very favourite gay TV characters, so I have always been keen to watch the UK version of the show.

In the English version, we got to see James McAvoy's arse, and who wouldn't want to lick that.

Not In The Office

I didn't go into the office today, on my 'go into the office' day.

"My knee is still sore, and yesterday I over compensated and hurt my back."

Which is all true. My knee isn't completely better, and my back is sore, probably because of my knee.

Now, if they are sore at the level that would stop me getting to the office, we could debate that, probably.

Fuck, remind me again the reason why should I go to the office when I can do everything from home, exactly the same.

(you know, other than executives with small weiners, or tiny gashes)

In the words of the Chubby Little Loser, I don't care.

(anyone who pronounces David Bowie's name incorrectly is a loser in my book, quite apart from his latest questionable comedy)

Temp Max sent back a thumbs up.

Sunday On The Couch

I lay on the couch all day with Otto and caught up on all the car renovation shows I have missed on YouTube.

I was cold all morning with a blanket over me on the couch. Midday, I took Otto out for a piss and saw that it was lovely and sunny outside, warmed outside than inside.

So, I took Otto for a walk.

After which, it was straight back to the couch and YouTube and the shows I wanted to catch up on.

Sam called and said to me that it was Sunday so I should get onto the cleaning of the house.

"Oh, yes, honey, I'll get straight on to it." 😀

Good Morning, Christian

I put wrinkle paste on Otto's dry nose mistakenly instead of nose balm, late yesterday. The wrinkle paste tube said not to be ingested. I googled it, and google said, if he has licked some off his nose, rather than eaten the whole tube, he should be fine, possibly with no side effects, perhaps a mild upset stomach, at worst.

I got up at 5am and had a piss. On my way back into the bedroom, I closed the door and drank the water, which is on Sam's side of the bed by the door.  As I stood there drinking the water, I thought, Otto must have been farting up a storm as it sure smells like shit in here. I didn't think any more than that, I was half asleep and heading back to bed, which is on the other side of the bed. I took four, or five steps, and I felt the shit squish between my toes on both feet.

Now, I am standing in the middle of a pitch black room, as far away from any light switch that I could be, with shit all over both feet, in my undies, feeling the cold of 5am.

Yay! The floor is a combination of floorboards and rugs, so I didn't want to step on the rugs.

I wonder if the wrinkle paste upset his stomach? Otto is housetrained and has never crapped, or pissed in the house previously. 

Oh, except for that one time, when he was virtually still a puppy, perhaps one year old, when I rolled over in the middle of the night and woke him up, and he stood up in the middle of the bed and pissed @3am and boy did that wake us up. But, other than that one time, no, never.

Good morning, Christian, I thought.

So, I stood up on my heels, and walked very painfully to the shower, which, thankfully, is next to my bedroom, and washed my feet.

After which, I was able switch on the bed room light and survey the damage.

The 24th Day

I didn't do much all day, but at least the rain has stopped.

I watched YouTube all morning.

I took Otto for a walk, once I'd shaken YouTube. It was a warm, grey day. I saw one of my dog neighbours who I hadn't seen for the longest time, to the point that I was wondering if she was okay. She was okay. She hadn't been sick, or away, or any such thing. 

She laughed, and said, "I still walk my dog past your place everyday."

We walked our dogs together and I told her about Brun.

I put the wrong cream on Otto's nose and he wasn't happy. I used wrinkle paste, totally without thinking, which is meant for his folds, rather than nose balm which is meant for his nose.

Sam messaged me and told me to wipe it off his nose. "Don't let him lick it." Of course, Otto had licked most of it off.

As I was reading 'for external use only' on the wrinkle paste tube, Sam made one of his many Facetime calls that he made today, asking me if I had got it all off him.

Then there was a frantic search of the internet to see if I, had poisoned my dog, but the worst that could happen, if he'd only licked some off his nose, and not eaten the whole tube, was perhaps an upset stomach, but most likely nothing at all.

I ate spaghetti Bolognese for dinner.

I watched The 24th Day, with the gorgeous James Marsden and the gorgeous Scott Speedman. It wasn't so much a gay film, as a psychological drama. I liked it. I probably would have preferred James and Scott to do more gay stuff, as 'they' say, these two lads would have beautiful children together, but you can't have everything, hey.

Like Torch Song Trilogy, you can see the stage play genesis of The 24th Day. I kind of like that about films that are based on plays, you can actually see the stage production bleed through into the film, at times. I find it exciting when that happens.

I watched Before Night Falls. The story of a gay Cuban writer, I'd never heard of, Reinaldo Arenas, who struggled in Cuba with his writing and the authoritarian regime, eventually escaping Cuba. He died of AIDS in exile in NYC. You know that famous statistic, he was 45 when he died in 1990.

I generally don't watch gay movies that involve the death of the main character through AIDS, any longer. I generally look for gay films with 'other' themes, with diferent gay stories, because we're not just a one story group of people.

Day Off Thursday

Oh, I don't know. I'm sitting on the couch watching movies with Otto. Gay movie, Weekend. One of the characters, Russell, has great hair, pity the character always seems to wear a cap.

A week and a half until Sam gets home.

I watched We Don't Live Here Anymore. Strong cast, but it didn't really make complete sense in the end.

I watched an old favourite I haven't seen for years, Torch Song Trilogy.