Social Media Has Gone Crazy…

Social Media Has Gone Crazy…

I used to enjoy Twitter because with somewhat impaired vision it was easy to hold the iPad mini close to my face and either read, RT, or send a tweet. With a limit of 140 characters, it was simple and didn’t require Siri or a dictating app. It took awhile but I finally had the settings adjusted so that gruesome animal photos didn’t appear in my timeline. I basically use Twitter for funny memes and K9 tweets. It became nasty leading up to the election in November and downright vicious after the election results. People seemed to divide based on political affiliation. Many from both parties had their Twitter accounts suspended because of hateful tweets. Social media brewed morally repugnant extremism; conspiracy theories, pedophile rings, white supremacy, Satanic rituals, fake news and Pizzagate. Users quickly divided into two groups ~ the libs and the alt-right.

 

And I still haven’t figured out  Pepe the Frog  except it belongs to the alt-right.

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The alt-rights are also referring to themselves as the Deplorables and the liberals are being called Snowflakes. I’m clueless on both.

The alt-right is joining a new social media site called Gab  which promises no censorship. Someone told me there was a several week wait; I took a pass as it just doesn’t appeal to me.

I’ve never been a heavy social media user. Never felt the need to post a breakdown of my daily routine on the internet. I’m not saying it’s wrong but rather it’s just not for me.

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I actually began to enjoy blogging for the short time before my “eye surgery gone wrong”.

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Now it takes twice as long (if not longer) because the dictating app doesn’t “get” my accent. I’m not offended however because most Mainers don’t understand me either.

So I’m counting down the days till my right eye is repaired on Jan 31 and praying they don’t make my next appointment 3 months out. Sasha saw the vet today and he told me that because of a severe storm warning for Tuesday, his dentist’s office called to reschedule an appointment he made months ago. His new appointment? June! At least I know it’s not just me.

Why Are Americans So Angry?

Why Are Americans So Angry?

In 1789 George Washington, as the first president of the United States gave his inaugural speech in New York. In 2016 Republican Donald Trump was elected our 45th president and on Jan 20, 2017, gave his inaugural speech in Washington DC. Both during the ceremony and long after, our nation’s capital was full of protesters. Today there is the Women’s March on Washington 2017 which is a massive march calling on supporters to fight and oppose the Trump administration. Live media coverage report there is half a million women at the Capital Mall in addition to flooding the streets of Washington.

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I don’t have an issue with protests because throughout history civil unrest has often led to much-needed change. What I do take umbrage to is civil disobedience. Breaking storefront windows, bank windows, jumping on cars until the windshields are shattered and setting trash cans and cars afire ~ this helps your cause how? I’d really like someone to explain to me because I don’t understand how the destruction of property and attacking innocent people furthers a political agenda or for that matter, any agenda!

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Democrats and Republicans have become more ideologically polarized than ever. If there was any doubt the violent, flag burning protests immediately following the November 8 election then again on Inauguration Day certainly dispelled them. We are a country divided unlike anything I’ve ever witnessed which begs the question ~ why are Americans so angry?

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News link from Reuters with picture slide show

According to Washington DC police, protesters threw rocks and bricks at police. Six D.C. police officers were injured during the altercations. 217 protesters were arrested.

Even worse were the vitriolic social media posts made by adults about Trump’s 10-year-old son Barron. No matter which party you support, children are off-limits. It’s been that way for as long as I can remember. Yet here is a Tweet by Katie Rich, an SNL writer.

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Why? What kind of responsible adult would post such a sick joke about a child? And she wasn’t alone.

Two of these people refer to themselves as “professional writers”. Of what? Bathroom humor? And why? Because their candidate lost? Every election year someone’s candidate loses yet America doesn’t see these kinds of violent and cruel acts.

It shouldn’t matter what your political party, nothing condones this behavior because to engage in it YOU become the uncivilized one. YOU become the very thing you protest.

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Blue, aka mainebluedog, Needs Help…

I’ve written about a pit bull puppy named Blue, aka mainebluedog, several times. He was found with his muzzle taped in the mountainous and heavily wooded terrain of Maine at Sunday River Ski Resort on October 2, 2015. Miraculously he was discovered by resort security who called animal control. She in turn immediately took the puppy to Bethel Animal Hospital which is owned by Dr. Gary Stuer, one of Sasha’s veterinarians. He and his staff went to work trying to save as much of the puppy’s lips, mouth and facial tissue as possible.  They estimated he was only between 5-6 months old!  The authorities were notified and the HSUS announced a $5,000 reward however over a year later the monster that did this to an innocent and defenseless puppy has yet to be found. The investigation and reward both remain open.

This is very similar to what the area would have looked like the first week in October.

 

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After staying at Bethel Animal Hospital for nearly one month, the puppy now named “Blue” was adopted by a wonderful family from Maine. Because of the open investigation, they have remained anonymous to protect Blue. Everyone has respected their request for anonymity and continues to do so. Because of the widespread media coverage, many people were interested in Blue so his new family set up an Instagram account hence the name “mainebluedog”. Just looking at the photos and video clips show how very loved he is. I don’t know their names; I reached out to them via his Instagram asking permission to write more about Blue and use some of their photos to which they kindly agreed.

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Blue is a very active (you will see for yourself on his Instagram video clips) and well-traveled fellow.  His family noticed that he was limping and took him to their veterinarian. It was discovered that Blue has Medial Compartment Disease in his elbows. The preceding link provides a good overview of the disease as it’s actually composed of several different conditions. Blue is under the care of a veterinary specialist and in mid-December had his elbows scoped. He currently has some restrictions on his level of activity thus the Boo Mobile.

 

Blue had his follow-up appointment on December 29 and his Mom reports that the appointment went well but he’ll remain on exercise restriction for several months at which time they will discuss his progress with the specialist and see what the next steps are.

As you can imagine, the type of special treatment Blue needs is expensive. Whether or not surgery will be needed remains to be seen. A friend of Blue’s family has kindly set up a fundraising page to help with expenses,  Help Blue Get Back On His Feet.  His story is also featured on The Dodo!

 

Blue has such an indomitable spirit and supportive, loving family that I’m confident he’ll meet any challenges head-on. However, everyone needs a bit of help at times and I can’t think of a more worthy cause than Blue’s health. This poor boy hasn’t even reached two and has already endured such trauma. When I think of him as a mere puppy, alone in the woods with his muzzle taped shut my emotions are polarized; I’m thankful that he was found because I’m sure he would have died. At the same time, I’m disgusted by the sadistic and cruel person who committed such a barbaric act against a living, sentient being.

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When my GSD Sasha developed her unique medical issues, there were times I wouldn’t have been able to fully provide what she needed if others hadn’t helped me. It would give me immense pleasure If I can help pay it forward for Blue.

Please consider making a donation to Blue’s fundraiser  Help Blue Get Back On His Feet.; I assure you any amount will be appreciated. Also, if you would kindly share his Go Fund Me link within your social media and email circles it would go far in helping reach the goal. **Goal met!

 

I last wrote about Blue on October 17, 2016, in a post called A Little Joy After My Bleak Posts Of Late…  At the bottom of that are three links to my initial posts which were part of a blog challenge. All four posts have additional links and photographs.

Blue’s a pretty funny boy don’t you agree?

 

In closing, I’d like to explain how I chose the cover photo because I found it significant. Blue is relaxed in the snow looking towards the mountains. Although they aren’t the mountains where he was found, had things turned out differently he wouldn’t have this wonderful life.

“Saving one dog will not change the world, but surely for that one dog, the world will change forever.”
 ~Karen Davison (The Perfect Companion)

Happy New Year To Us….

Happy New Year To Us….

Another year gone and a new one started. Same as every year; takes a few weeks to automatically write 2017 on our checks instead of 2016. Resolutions made; some will be kept and some ~ not so much. Another year added to our age and if there are still children in the house, another year closer to their tweens, high school or leaving the nest. Some of us may lose an aging parent, a job, become engaged, marry or even  or divorce. The year is a bit over one week old so essentially a blank slate.

Anyone who reads my posts surely must recall what I’m looking forward to. My seven months overdue Botox for Migraine injections which I’m thrilled to say I received on January 2 and already booked my 3 month appointment. Now I’m counting down the days till January 31 when I have the vision in my right eye corrected with a simple laser treatment. That still won’t restore my near vision and I can’t make an appointment for my left eye until the right one is done. I also can’t make an appointment for a refraction (eyeglass fitting) until both eyes are done. Whenever I have the refraction done I’m getting measured for contact lenses because losing my near vision overnight isn’t working out too well for me. I haven’t knit or read a book since the winter of 2015-2016 ~ one year ago. I’m up to the highest strength of cheater glasses so hope this can be finished up as soon as possible. But I have the January 31 appointment so I’m trying to stay positive. It’s progress albeit it small.

My biggest dilemma of this year actually came on Christmas night but it took until January 1 for me to process it and decide how to move forward.  My best friend’s (since I moved to Maine) ex-husband with whom she maitained a good relationship  was killed in a single car accident the morning of December 20. He was a bit pompous and a womanizer which is why they divorced many years age, sharing custody of their only son. However he was an excellent physician who was in charge of the local ER for 18  years. He went on to implement new programs for the rural community, started a health center in an extremely rural area then went to work overseas with Doctors Without Borders where he worked on missions in South Sudan, Ethiopia, Kenya, Uganda, Nigeria, Malawi, Sri Lanka and the Congo. He risked his life volunteering to care for Ebola patients in West Africa four times. I learned about the accident approximately 2 hours after it happened but waited till the afternoon to call her even though I knew afternoons were not the ideal time to speak to her. My friend drinks. She doesn’t talk about it nor does she stagger  or fall. She always has a Nalgene bottle with her sipping  water. However around noon she replaces the water with white wine and unless you talk to her you’d never know. When I had a legal matter my attorney spoke to her around 3pm and she spoke jibberish. At first I made an excuse for her but then I told him the truth. We had an understanding that if she was called to testify it would be early morning. Whenever my phone rang in the afternoon and I saw it was her number I wouldn’t answer. I simply cannot tolerate talking to someone who is drunk.  They make no sense at all and I find it beyond irritating. When I called her that afternoon as soon as she answered I knew she’d been drinking. She said “Hey he’s dead, what can you do? That’s life.” She assured me she was fine and didn’t need anything. I called her twice more in the next few days; the first time it went to voicemail and the second time I reached her on Christmas Eve morning.  Again, she was calm but in the years I’ve known her she never was a very emotional or demonstrative person.  I told her to please let me know when the memorial service was and we left it at that. On Christmas night  my daughter was driving home from the 6pm church service when her phone rang.  It was my friend. She demanded to know what was wrong with me. My daughter was confused and said “Well she can’t see very well”.  My friend went on and on about how she was dealing with a traumatic event in her family and couldn’t deal with “your mother’s stuff”.  My poor daughter was dumbfounded as she was sitting in the great room both times I was able to reach my friend. She had no idea what she was talking about. Being a rural area, there are dead cell spots every mile or so and the connection kept getting lost. My friend called back several times even more irate because of the dropped calls. The next time their call dropped she called back and was particularly nasty telling my daughter “I’ve had enough. Don’t ever call me again.” My daughter came in the house and asked if I had talked to my friend and I told her not since the  day before and asked why. When she told me I was shocked. I couldn’t figure out what I could have possibly said when we spoke that could have caused her to react like this a day later. To say I was upset is an understatement because I felt like a little girl again. Getting into trouble but not knowing what for. It really troubled me for nearly the entire week, causing insomnia and angst. I contemplated calling her and asking what I did to upset her. Then I thought I should call and apologize ~ but for what?  On January 1, 2017, I had my first clarity and told myself no. That I’d simply had enough. I am tired of being someone’s “punching bag” just because they’re mentally ill,  jealous or drunk. It started with physical abuse before I even began kindergarten and I am still allowing people to do it. So I blocked her number on both my phone and my daughter’s and haven’t lost any more sleep nor thought about it.10205960966445531

I’m not sure how I feel about her; I’m not angry but I’m not sad or upset. And I definitely don’t feel guilty which is a rather big step for me. I guess if I had to define my feelings I would say I’m done feeling guilty and done apologizing just to “please” someone else. I can’t guarantee I won’t feel guilty about something in the future, but right now I’m content to leave the past behind. Instead I’m enjoying the snow and …..

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looking ahead to getting my vison back.

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