The Weird Things I Do

A few minutes ago, someone rang my doorbell.  I will never know who because when my husband is asleep, or not home, and my doorbell rings, I freeze.  I slide down in my chair and refuse to move.  It’s as if there is a t-rex at my door and if I move, he will find me and eat me.  I assume it was someone selling me Jesus or a home security system, but in the back of my mind I can’t help imagining it was a man selling candy from a van who wants to abduct me and my child and take us to his basement and force us to perform show tunes for the next 30 years.  This scenario got me thinking about other weird things I do-and I wonder who else does them.  Is it so weird?  You tell me.  Here are some weird things I do: Continue reading

The KKK Are People Too

I’ve been avoiding reading about the Confederate flag controversies lately.   Between that, the Marines in Chattanooga, ISIS, and Planned Parenthood, I just need a break.  When my husband told me about the KKK hiding in a parking garage in South Carolina, however,  I had to look it up.  I’m so glad I did.  It was a moment of entertainment amongst a lot of serious crap piles.  Click HERE to watch the video.

Have you ever seen Django, Unchained?  It was seriously incredible.  I am a huge Tarentino fan, but my mother would tell you he is THE WORST.  Anyway, there is a scene in the movie that immediately came to mind when I saw the KKK hiding in a parking garage.  The language is so foul that I cannot talk myself into posting a link here, but you can look it up if you so desire.  As they prepare for a raid, a group of klansmen stop on their horses to discuss their plans and end up getting in an argument over whether or not they were going to wear bags over their heads or not.  Although it was in a negative light, it kind of humanizes members of the KKK.  It reminds the viewer that they probably had conversations and disputes within the clan about how hard one member’s wife worked on making their pillowcase head ware or how difficult it is to see out of them.  I did find another funny and clean link HERE that makes me wonder what in the world the KKK in this century actually does discuss in their little meetings.  Do they have coffee and doughnuts?  Potluck dinners?  Do they get together for family picnics and fall festivals-and what were the members of the KKK saying to each other as police protected them in the parking garage in South Carolina? Continue reading