TV Hillbillies (not the ones from Beverly)

This whole business with the duck dude really annoys me.
I refuse to use his name or the name of his show. Get over it.

I get it. He's a religious person.
I support his right to have whatever fracked up beliefs he wants.
I even support his right to not be jailed for expressing those beliefs. (1st Amendment and all)

However - I also have the right to call him out as an insensitive, ignorant, mouth-breathing bigot.

In his GQ interview - he all of the sudden starts talking about genitals and sin. No one asked!
Did you read the thing?

Please - go. Read. Here's the link. That GQ article about the duck guy. It's the whole thing. Not just the snippets.

Ok, you read it? All of it?

Including the parts where blacks were "Happy" during pre-civil rights times?

Yeah. That.

This guy is a moron. Moronosis Terminalis.

The network A&E had every right to "suspend" him because of what he said. He made the network look bad - and that's against his contract. Again - not the government - but a business. If I were to walk into my place of work and start saying the garbage he was saying, first, it would be construed as sexual harassment.
If I were to walk around and get some publicity AND identify myself as an employee of {company} that {company} would fire me!

All of the hand-wringing and bible-thumping about this hillbilly is just religious fanaticism. Yes, religious fanaticism on par with the flag-burning, Sharia supporting Muslims in the middle east.
What?
You don't see the connection?

It's there. These proselytizing hillbillies (and their supporters) would like nothing better than for their religion to be the law of the land.

Just like those fanatics across the pond. (link to Pat Condell Vid)
 
Plenty of links. Things to read. Things to watch.

I'm off to do some laundry.

Feeling old today.

There's nothing like hearing about the death of a former classmate to make you feel old.

Typical Sunday for me - I was just scrolling through Facebook and reading favorite blogs on Bloglovin, when I saw a post on a friend's FB page. He's a friend who doesn't spend a lot of time there, so it's usually a pleasant surprise when there's a post.

Not so pleasant this time.

It was a post by his wife, logged into his account (and tagging herself so we would know it was her) telling us he had died in his sleep last night.

This man was MY AGE. We were class of 1988 - so 43-44 years old.
And he died in his sleep.

This was, as far as I knew, a fairly healthy man. He played hockey. He still played drums.
And now his wife of over 13 years is a young widow.

It does make me think about my own mortality. I'm his age. I'm not in excellent health.
Yes, it crosses my mind that someday my husband might have to log into my Facebook account and do the same thing.

Back when we were in school, death and middle age seemed so far off. Now, it is reality. We've lost so many of our classmates, so many of our friends, so many of our relatives.
The difference now is that we find out about these things on social media. No, this isn't the first time I've found out about a death via Facebook. It isn't even the 2nd. And yes, I've found out about relatives deaths via Facebook.

Maybe someone should invent Deathbook... then us old folks could go read it daily like previous generations used to read the obituaries in the newspaper (remember those, newspapers?).

Bah. Ramble over.

Time for dinner.