I can predict the future?

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on 2016/10/09 by Robert Leu


When I woke up yesterday morning, I noticed some activity on a tweet I published over three years ago. Following the 2012 election (where rapist and sexual predator Donald Trump stoked the fires of Birtherism and took every possible potshot at Barack Obama), I started responding rather unkindly to many of Trump’s tweets. It eventually became too much for Trump to take, and I was blocked from responding to or even viewing his tweets.

After Friday’s revelations about the tape where he bragged about “grabbing women by the [expletive],” people started going through his past tweets calling out other sexual predators and stumbled across this exchange between Trump and myself (which I had completely forgotten about). Long story short, I apparently called it three years before someone started digging through the archives of “Access Hollywood”

LINK: Donald Trump’s original tweet

LINK: My reply

Venting My Spleen

Posted in Uncategorized on 2016/06/02 by Robert Leu

I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised, but two examples in the last twenty-four hours have reinforced the complete ignorance of science by those on the right.

Within a span of just over two hours, radio host Rush Limbaugh tried to give evolution the middle finger by asking why the recently deceased gorilla from the Cincinnati Zoo was still a gorilla and had not evolved into a human being. This was followed by Greta Van Sustren, a brilliant legal analyst with no knowledge of long-distance signal transmission, wondering why our tax dollars are paying the salaries of NASA when they withhold the data from last year’s Pluto flyby for months.

It’s possible that both Mr. Limbaugh and Ms. Van Sustren are fully cognizant of the theory of evolution and the amount of time it takes a data signal to travel the distance between the edge of our solar system and its only life-sustaining planet. Their equivalent of what is known in the world of sports talk as a “hot take” was merely put out there to elicit a desired reaction; in this case, the usual reaction to anything that can even be minimally connected to the current President: anger.

As the sun sets on the time in office of Barack Obama, the right continues to seethe over the fact that the world is changing at a pace that is too fast for them to comprehend. The conservatives prefer change that occurs at a much slower pace than it is at present (oddly enough, much like evolution). I take that last sentence back; conservatives fear change in any form. They practice a form of binary thinking; it either is or is not in their narrow view. Unfortunately, the world has demonstrated time and again that it is not binary; it’s not a matter of one or zero.

Some way to come back after such a long hiatus, huh?

I try to avoid any long form political analysis here; the truth is I’m not as well informed as I could be. 40 hours a week are taken up by work, and trying to adapt to the changing nature of my recent position doesn’t leave a lot of time or energy to devote to keeping up on everything that’s happening out there. But even a casual observer can take note of the fact that the right has overreacted to the last eight years and has put forth a candidate that is a complete 180° from Obama.

Much of the last year I’ve spent unloading on Donald Trump through social media. The man is the textbook example of the ideal GOP candidate: white, rich, and gives absolutely no fucks about the morals he claims to uphold based on his party affiliation. Donald Trump has rallied the most disgusting parts of the conservative base to support him: white supremacists, evangelicals, businessmen with no concern for anyone who makes even a penny less than they do. They came to support him in the polls, they came to clash with the protestors who oppose the possibility of him attaining the highest office in this government, and they came to reverse any change that Obama and the Democrats have been able to implement over the last eight years (despite the best efforts of the Republicans in the legislature that have opposed every single measure meant to better the lives of people that aren’t them).

Should Trump be able to win this forthcoming Presidential election simply because he’s neither a woman or a self-proclaimed “democratic Socialist”, I can’t foresee any good happening in this country for a very long time.


Posted in Uncategorized on 2015/03/29 by Robert Leu

The calendar may say spring, but there’s nothing in bloom around here yet. Mostly because Mother Nature is running a bit behind. The weather has turned frigid once again, and underneath the layers of either clothing or blankets is where you must retreat if you wish to find heat.

The sun is hanging later in the sky, which means that as I sit here at my workstation I have to keep my head hunched down or risk blindness. I suppose I could shut up and just wait it out, but what’s the point of having an Internet soapbox if you’re not going to grouse from atop it every once in a while?

My wayward little brother is back in the hands of the military once again, after a week or so of learning to be a civilian once again. It was absolute madness, followed by maddening silence after his departure once Mom and I realized how empty the home is without him. The communication with him will probably be a little less frequent, the UPS driver will be making a few less stops on the stoop, and there will be no one to try and block the door as I come home around midnight. As long as he comes back with ten fingers, ten toes, and his brain still contained in the factory packaging I’ll be fine. Eh, who am I kidding? I’m gonna be a nervous wreck. This planet’s full of idiots and weaponry. Have you looked around lately!?

But enough about my nerves. At least that gigantic television that didn’t work as expected is finally out of the house and stowed away until the time comes to set it out on the curb. Unless someone wants to tinker with it and take it off my hands. Arrangements can be made, as long as you can haul it yourself.

My creative endeavors have once again taken a back seat to life, the universe, and everything else. No writing, no recording, not even a stay doodle on a napkin. I know that if something is important enough that you should be able to make time for it, but I’ve never been good at that sort of thing. It’s always been grind away at the grindstone and get the adult things out of the way before the fun can begin. I’ve never secured the balance that so many others seem to be able to do. Maybe someday, or maybe I’ll just collapse inside the office with nothing done. Certainly hope it doesn’t end that way; what a terrible ending to anything that would be.

Alone Time

Posted in Uncategorized on 2015/03/09 by Robert Leu

It’s always nice to have a little bit of time to yourself. Which is the great thing about Sunday nights here at work. You get bucketfuls of it.

The last couple of wells have certainly has their ups and downs. The weather has finally taken a turn for the warm and the mountains of snow are disappearing at a pretty good clip. Too bad the thaw couldn’t have started about a week and a half ago; the day my car’s exhaust tried to do the splits as I was driving down the road. Boy that was a loud six block drive back to the house. And an even louder drive to the muffler shop the following day. I drove as carefully as I could, knowing that the wire hanger patch job I’d put together would barely hold up. Naturally, it didn’t hold at all. Which turned what was to be a $21.50 reattachment into a $35 replacement. Thankfully the guy who runs the shop is a reasonable human being who doesn’t charge an arm and a leg for the labor. If you need proof of what I’m saying, drop by sometime and count the number of wire hangers on his shop floor. Guy probably makes a mint by way of recycling.

It was a miracle I even got in as fast as I did; when I made the initial appointment, I was told I’d have to wait over a week just to get it looked at. But that’s not even the best news I’ve had lately; my little brother is coming home for a visit! It’s been quite a long ship deployment for a guy who hasn’t been in anything deeper than a backyard pond during his youth. Here’s hoping my mother’s care packages and my thumb drive full of videos have managed to keep him same during those words at sea. Only time will tell… until I can personality evaluate him.

Just filed my annual paperwork. It’s taken five years, but I finally have two weeks paid vacation to call my own. I also have to schedule time off next month for my class reunion. Fifteen years since I waked out of my high school for the last time as a student, and about a week since the last time I dreamed I was the world’s oldest freshman. The dreams themselves don’t bug me; just the prospect of being back in school like in some Adam Sandler comedy from the mid 1990s, only without the prospect of a romantic interest waiting for me after my second graduation.

A Certain Lateness To My Posts

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on 2015/02/15 by Robert Leu

If it seems like I’ve been posting a lot of stuff late at night, it’s because I am. I’m writing a lot during working hours, but unable to upload until I get back home.

On the plus side, at least I’m writing regularly again.

A Chill In The Air

Posted in Uncategorized on 2015/02/15 by Robert Leu

The chilliest night of the year so far is just getting underway, to be followed by the chilliest day of the year so far. The closer you are to Lake Erie, the less likely that you’ll see a high temperature above 0° Fahrenheit. Here in Napoleon, we should hit 2° Fahrenheit, if we’re lucky. And if we’re lucky, our everything won’t end up frozen to our everything else.

Got a phone call yesterday from my little brother. Didn’t last very long, sadly. Wherever he was, the cellular reception was cutting in and out; I only managed to get a few seconds out of him before the line cite out completely. Nice to hear his voice again after so many months. Soon he’ll be back on dry land and begging not to end up on the waves again anytime ever. You’d all like him if you knew him. Of course, being active military leaves little, if any time for social media. Or any media. I sent him a care package a couple months ago full of videos from his favorite YouTube accounts. Mom was more than a bit jealous of the fact that my care package cost less than $2.50 to send.

Everything else is functioning as normal as can be expected. I’m still spending far too much time isolating myself up in my bedroom and office. I’ve got just about everything I need up there, except for running water and food. Mom is wiling away her days getting back into crocheting. Finally finishing up the blanket my sister asked for last year.  Which wouldn’t have even been necessary if the other one hadn’t ended up sold at a garage sale held by the owners of the home she left it at. (Treasure that blanket; you’ve got yourself an original my mother there)

Spent a lot of the last couple of days in bed, and nor just for the sake of preserving body heat. I can’t recall the last time I’ve slept that much. And every minute of it was divine. Never really been much for taking care of myself. Looking out for myself, I’m pretty good at. But actually taking care of myself, I’m absolutely terrible at. There’s always someone or something else that has to come first before I’m satisfied enough to take a rest. I’ll be putting my ducks (and everyone else’s) in a row, right up until the ducks have to tuck me in to their straw bed.

The nice thing about my particular job function is that there’s plenty of downtime for writing. All you need is a little inspiration, even if it is staving off boredom and lonelinesses. At least I’ve had plenty of time to learn how to write on an electronic tablet. The sliding keyboard has certainly made that easier, even if you have to go back over your work to make sure the right word went in. I think it was just a year or two ago that I was trying to peck out a blog entry on a tiny phone keyboard without sliding my finger over the right letters. With tiny, chubby fingers it quickly became more of a chore than a creative writing exercise. I tried bringing a pad and paper, but trying to read my handwriting is even more of a task than working a tiny onscreen keyboard with chubby fingers.

Still Not Getting Things

Posted in Uncategorized on 2015/02/12 by Robert Leu

As in mail-type things. But it’s getting there. Had to drive up to the office again to pick up a paycheck. At least the next one will be circumventing the postal service entirely and showing up where it needs to be when it needs to be.

A new neighbor started moving in yesterday. My former residence is finality occupied, which means the landlord is happy. Let’s see if he keeps plowing the driveway now that he doesn’t have to worry about showing an empty apartment. It’s been a nice couple of weeks nor having to worry about all that shoveling.

Had to pull an extra night of work a couple of days ago. Once you get into a routine and expect a couple days of rest, losing one of those days wreaks havoc with your internal rhythms. Yesterday was spent within about one foot of my bed; I had absolutely no energy to even change out of my pajamas. Which, if you’re not planning on going out that day, really isn’t a problem. Unless you’re wanting to do your laundry, and it’s just not proper to yours your clothes in the wash and walk back to your bedroom to put fresh ones on. Even if you have curtains.

All in all, it’s been another slow week at the office. Even with that extra day I put in. Winter is the slowest time of the year. Nobody wants to step out of line in the cold. And frankly I don’t want to have to step out into the cold to have to deal with people who step out of line. Kinda works out for everybody. It does pose the question of how to occupy one’s downtime. Nor like you can bring a book into work with you in this business since it will distract you from the things you’re supposed to be dozing off to while looking at.

Mom’s taking to the new place just fine. When she was staying with one of my other brothers, she was basically confined to her bedroom, lest she face the wrath of the unidentified woman now known as ex-wife number three. How someone can get through that much of their life hating everyone and everything that isn’t herself I’ll never be able to understand. And it all showed on her face, which had congealed into this central orifice of negativity. But I suppose that if you were blackout drunk every day of your life, it wouldn’t matter what your partner in the adventure looked like since you wouldn’t remember anyway.

Anyway, mom has the whole run of the house; I made sure to put my foot down before she even moved in. And since I’m used to having very little space to myself, I’ve managed to confine myself to the upstairs portion of the place. Really need to work on that, but I’m usually so tired in the mornings anyway I spend a lot of time in my bedroom. The laptop stays next to the bed so that I don’t have to stumble to my desk if I don’t want to, and a lot of days I don’t.

The snow has done a pretty good job of melting over the last two days; my shovel had been pretty lonely standing guard at my back door with nothing to do. A solitary sentry awaiting the winter’s return. While the shovel longs to return trip it’s duty, my backside is thankful not to be out there executing said duty. Any winter that doesn’t involve a heating pad and plenty of aspirin is a good winter.