I've been enjoying the Stephanie Miller show on Free Speech TV a lot since I discovered it. It's an extremely funny show with a lot of political comedy from a mostly liberal point of view. It's also teaching me a lot about what life is like for people who live under circumstances different from my own. The host is a lesbian in her 50s and most of her crew used to be gay men until there was some turnover. Almost all of her crew got offered better paying jobs with better hours elsewhere all right about the same time. The replacements are mostly men and they are all straight. Stephanie jokingly asks how she became the only gay in the village.
The things that catch my attention are all the things we have in common. One of those things is a real disdain for right wingers though they do a better job laughing at them than I do. Might have something to do with them being comedians while I end up taking the world too seriously at times. Another difference is the fact that certain things will set off my symptoms that might be funny otherwise. Unless I remember to turn down the TV volume when they talk about Trump supporters, I'll get the violent twitches even though I agree with their jokes. It might have something to do with all the skilled voice actors who sound more like Trump supporters than the actual supporters.
Melissa and I went out to breakfast to celebrate her upcoming interview for which she is trying to tamp down expectations. I'm just excited anyway because she'll get a peak inside the door at what it takes to get hired as the #2 person at a store. It will help her no matter what yet I hold out some hope that she'll get promoted anyway despite not being fully trained for the job. Anyway, we went to breakfast at the diner that's right down the street and I had Eggs Chesapeake. This dish involves poached (I think) eggs on English muffins with a substantial amount of Crab Imperial in between and home fries in between. The whole thing might be topped with Hollandaise (sp?) sauce.
You might be surprised what I'll go through for this particular dish. This time, I went to breakfast during peak breakfast hours instead of my preferred 4 AM or so. The noise hit me like a wall when we went in and I got beyond twitchy. Thankfully, I got used to the background noise but that's when I heard it. "I'll tell you what!" Four men who looked like the Central Casting version of rednecks were holding court and they were close. At first, I laughed because "I'll tell you what!" is a running joke for Stephanie and company on her show where they are better known as "Mama and the Mooks." I had been laughing through an awful pain moment as three or four voice actors some of whom have won Emmys nailed the contradiction you could call rednecks or I'm growing partial to the term "Know It All Know Nothings."
I thought I was getting over my fear of this sort of person when I encountered these four and they went off on the usual right wing rants. It didn't take long to realize that they were bullies trying to pick fights. One of them actually went over to another table to pursue a disagreement. On the serious list of things I least need in life, getting pummeled by these caricatures is pretty far up there. I could just see me getting arrested as well the way a cop once wrote me a ticket for something he did not witness me doing. The closest thing to a witness was another driver who took out a sign pole because he was driving too fast in wet conditions. I stopped to make sure he was okay and he roped me in like an expert con artist. I could just see how it would look in the newspaper. "Local Man Is Too Sick to Work But Fights with Trump Supporter." The national media called one black man being surrounded, verbally abused and pummeled by a crowd a fight.
Therefore, I sat with Melissa suddenly unable to put food in my mouth. These four jackasses sounded like they were shouting slogans back and forth but everyone sounds like they are shouting to me once things get to a certain point. I had to get a takeout box for those eggs which Melissa reheated successfully for me later. We decided to order cheese rolls instead of going home disappointed. I was disabled to the point of not being able to figure out how to get the pastry in my mouth. It was sticky and I have issues about touching sticky things with my hands if I'm already riled up but I managed. I had a running list of things I could have said to the wingnuts if I hadn't been cautious of getting into a fight to amuse myself.
We made it home and I made a stiff drink or two which gave me blissful painless and dream free sleep. I'll tell you what. It was a pretty good day with Melissa home and with me. However, the grey one calls me to my duty. I am the Professional Napping Platform and Can Opener at Maddie's Personal Staff.
