The Brett Kavanaugh Shitshow: Open Thread

So, apparently Christine Ford’s parents are members of the same country club as Kavanaugh’s parents and her father is more concerned about losing his golf membership than what happened to his daughter.

being socially isolated and hated by all is sometimes a very deserving punishment for fucking asshole parents and i hope they fucking get spit on every day of their lives

and the country club kicks them out anyway

And perjury is a-ok, too. :P:P:P

@ Bananananana dakry,

I’m very sorry to hear about your stepmother’s passing. She sounds like a wonderful person who helped many.

My mom passed in October of last year. I am reminded as this date is coming up. I too am upset by various things, including many current events, to the point where it could drive me to drink. And has. But I have to cut down, drinking is not the answer.

I am trying to go back to more healthy eating, I have to move forward in general and it’s a start. I almost went to the store today, I forced myself to do some chores and convinced myself to make a healthy dinner. It’s going to be pasta and salad. I challenged myself to cook with what I have so will not be tempted to get any alc. or junk food. I saw that a jar of pasta sauce I had recently expired. It’s unopened so I’m sure it’s still fine.

I should use it soon though and that decided me. Thank you expired pasta sauce.

I have to move forward and I know my mom would want me to. It isn’t easy and with many issues I’m really having to force myself. Even little things, chores, healthy eating, I’m really lacking in motivation and all the recent events are not helping either.
But, I’m trying to hang in there and move forward little by little as best I can. There have been many days, and many times throughout the days, where I have been repeating to myself: just keep going.

I will keep you in my thoughts and hope that stress stays away.
Take care of yourself,

– Z

@Z&T

Thank you. It’s… surreal. Mr. Dakry and I saw her and my dad towards the beginning of this year (we live across the country). She wasn’t well then and I know she was getting sicker in recent months, but this is still clean out of the blue, even for my father. Mentally, though, she was still a lovely, compassionate, and vital person. I’m trying to reconcile this with the fact she’s just… gone. Fucking bereavement at work doesn’t even give time for stepparents. Dad didn’t expect me to go to the funeral given the distance, but still.

This and all this political bullshit and work whingeing about metrics is kicking the crap out of me, emotionally. I haven’t eaten too healthy either recently, and motivation is a lot harder for me right now. I’m praying that something good falls out from all of this, and frankly I’m not sure how theistic I am about that even. At the same time I’m sickened and enraged by how my native faith has been perverted by the powerful and the pedantic voice of reality and science is making me doubt anything more than this, I’m envious my father is still keeping his faith despite his recent grief.

I’ve got a headache and a leaden ball in my chest, and fuck, now I want to crawl into yet another pint of Ben n’ Jerry’s, despite the price and the fact it and the soda’s not doing my weight or my knees any favors. I also have to work tonight. Crap.

@Bananananana dakry, <3 please take care of yourself my duck, all our love.

Was wrong about the title. It’s “Harlem (Dream Deferred)”.

it’s absolutely a positive feedback loop. Catharsis doesn’t work, screaming angrily into the void just makes the anger come easier next time and stay longer than it ought.

Cut a hole through the hate, divert it around you. Rock in a river, and all that. It’ll still be there when you get back, and you’ll be better rested to take meaningful action.

I’m sure sleep is difficult. Food and water are a reasonable substitute, so make sure you stay hydrated and fed, even if you don’t want to eat. Oatmeal is nice for that, i find.

Pay attention to your breathing. Not too deep, not too fast. If you ever feel the anger overtaking you, stop what you’re doing and take a few slow breaths. Five seconds in, three seconds hold, seven seconds out. Lungs three-quarters full at most. Anxiety and panic are related to your blood acidity; those breathing patterns will reduce the carbon dioxide in your blood and allow your autonomic response to ease a little. Meditation is good too, if you’re inclined.

You’re gonna be fine. I know you can get through it. <3 Allow yourself to take it slow when you need to.

– S

Brain bleach to give those upset by recent events something to recharge with:

http://youtu.be/J11uu8L8FTY

Big cats playing with boxes.

Big cats with toilet paper.

@Bananananana dakry, all my sympathy – I’m really sorry you have lost somebody who sounds like a wonderful person. I hope you are able to give yourself some looking-after, and that you have some support close around you :-s
It’s a long slow process, I know – my wishes for you too, Z&T; I’m years further along but it’s the same street. {{{to all of us with that absence in our lives}}}
(those { } are supposed to read as virtual hugs, btw)

Hugs to all who need them right now. And all the big cats in all the boxes. Kitties are kitties, no matter what size.

In a world which is otherwise fucked-up, I take comfort in the kittiness of them.

@Scildfreja

Thank you. No, it’s more all the shit from recent that was overwhelming me. Typing that last sentence in my prior post was… oddly freeing, and draining, in a “I just bawled my eyes out for two hours” kind of way.

Not supposed to take ’em during the day, but the Xanax and sleeping until midafternoon does seem to have helped a bit with a mental reset. I’m feeling calmer now.

It all still sucks, though. Except for Mr. Dakry. And our new rescue kitty, who after four months is still timid about pets and sudden movements but now thinks I’m keen enough to mew at, baff three feet away from my computer chair, and show off massive amounts of white kittybelly while having rollypollies.

@Scildfreja

Actually I didn’t cry, though I’ve had the stress headache and lead ball of grief in stomach. I still need to work through that.

But just being able to type I have a right to be angry, with force… it’s like something tight snapped free in me. A big “whew”. I seem to have internalized some half-ass idea that I should denigrate and minimize myself along the way. People have noted my self-depreciating humor, but haven’t realized the source of it. I think I got fed up with myself.

Who knows, maybe stepmom posthumously did something. *wry grin*

And the kitty is ludicrously adorable and has the cutest damn tiny mews ever. She’s a little snowshoe that barely dodged the bullet in a high-kill shelter due to ringworm before the rescue pulled her and was pretty traumatized by it all, so no wonder she has baggage. It’s wonderful she’s opened up enough and learned to like us enough to put that much trust in her body language. Hopefully soon we can get more pettings than just the occasional nose boop and face mash. We have taken to calling her the Ice Cream Beast because god help me her coloring reminds me of a hot fudge sundae. 😀

As I write she’s now three feet away from my computer chair, balled up and dozing. She only comes over and does this when I’m sitting here. It feels… pretty darn awesome. 🙂

I suspect one or more of his friends were the actual culprits and he witnessed it and said nothing(which still makes him look bad imo). then over time, Ford forgotten most of the details and mistakenly thought it was him or something. but still kavanaugh isn’t fit for supreme court