Day 1455 – Thank God, It’s Almost Over!

Sunday January 3, 2021 ( 1 Day to The Electoral College Certification, 

                                          2 Days to the Georgia Senate Election,

                                           3 Days since another round of crappy NYE shows )

Election Day -61

17 Days until the Inauguration on January 20, 2021

Where to start? The biggest non-drama coming up is the certification of Joe Biden in the Electoral College process, unless it’s not. Here the drama is two fold: Will Mike Pence do nothing, which is his job in this case and something he has proven over and over again that he is very adept at, or will he try to be the leader of an insurrection foisted upon us by the far right nut jobs? Will Ted Cruz actually lead a bunch of numb-nuts to attempt to overturn our democracy? Will someone in Washington have some stones to actually arrest these yahoos? ( Nancy Pelosi being the only one who has shown any backbone, but I think this is a bridge too far for her. )

Then comes the Georgia Senate races. OMG! Stop! I’ve given you money. 10,000 emails a day isn’t helping your cause. No more “Humbly Asking”, no more “The Fate of the Senate rests on Georgia”, no more “Warnock loses”, “We’re packing our bags”, “Final Ask”, “Quadruple your match” – please enough. 

I still find it staggering that the Dems lost so many other senate races. However, 538 posted something that said people tend to vote based on tribe not on issue. Therefore, it doesn’t matter what the facts are. Stacey Abrams is correct to try and register new voters because the old ones ain’t changing their allegiance, as we have seen time and again in Kentucky with McConnell, or in Maine with Collins.

Now let’s look back at another year end of TV New Year’s Eve celebrations, which was the worst? I know, hard to say right? What were the highlights? I think the reporting says Anderson Cooper being drunk on national TV. I don’t know I kind of missed that performance.

Cindy Lauper certainly gets the Mariah Carey award for worst performance by a has-been. Some asked if she was trying to imitate a white Teletubby? I don’t know, but it was strange and off-key. Then she was singing with that black guy with the big coat with the giant shoulder pads. What’s up with that? Oh he’s Billy somebody and he was in Kinky Boots with her. Okay, got it.

Then there’s Megan Thee Stallion. I got to hand it to her. She a no talent, chunky, uneducated, unsophisticated black woman who has managed by sheer audacity (I guess) to make a name for herself. I mean it takes a lot of guts to stand up on national TV in a skin tight human flesh full body yoga suit and turn your fat ass to the camera and do a few mountain climbers while some music is playing. Oh that’s right she had a mic and said some sound over and over again so they now call that a song. This “singing” seems to be her trademark performance style. She ought to have a lot of songs because you know there are a lot of sounds out there. Am I right? Am I right? Let’s hear it for me! OMG. I first became aware of her when she was on SNL. I think I fell asleep and was awoken by a kind of firecrackers string sound of a drum and a repetitive phrase being uttered. On stage was a woman with ample décolletage arranged to look like a shelf due I guess to a massive push up bra. This woman was jumping a bit up and down in time to the thumping of the firecracker sound. The effect of her jumping was her flesh on the top part of her tits jiggled. This seemed to be the whole routine. (I mean you could get the same effect by buggy whipping an old lady with four turkey necks and a low cut summer dress and a jiggly chest.) Then it was over. 

Next I heard about her when she got into a fight on instagram or twitter or somewhere with her hair stylist and makeup person over who really does her make up. This passes for news. It’s like the guy in the Geico ad who is supposed to be helping people not become like their parents. “You got up at 5am. Nobody cares.”

In the case of old Megan someone must care because she keeps showing up. I’ll say this for her. She was on the playbill on two of the New Year’s Eve shows. One was the aforementioned live performance and the other was a pre-recorded video. I mean if you’ve got no talent then the New Year’s Eve shows is the place to flaunt it. Whatever you want to say about Megan you can’t deny that she flaunts “it.” I guess that makes her a flauntist?

Speaking of pre-recorded, Sting seems to make it on most NYE performances. He was in a wide brimmed hat and hobbling around with a cane. At first, I thought the cane was part of the performance. But now? I don’t think so.

The best performances? Hum. Miley Cyrus did a good job. She was dressed in a goth black leather nihilist rage outfit. Very nice. Her song was good. I mean, she sang, in tune, you could understand the words. Also, Miley’s sister did well too. Who knew she had a sister? Two actually. The sister who sang has long back hair parted in the middle. I’m guessing she’s going for the Buffy St. Marie award.

Hannah Montana is long gone, but there’s new entrant in the perky Disney young girl category, Jo Jo somebody or other. My nine year old niece hates her. That’s a good sign. Jo Jo, I saw on a Christmas special. She was at her house in Kansas, (I think it was Kansas or Nebraska.) She had 16 Christmas trees. They looked like they had been decorated by the same people who decorate the malls. Perfect and lifeless. As for Jo Jo, she was perky and friendly. Riding around on a one wheel thingee, showing off her Christmas crap. In between they showed clips of her dance singing routines – very perky, very pink and sparkly. It was fitting. I hope I don’t read about her going into rehab in a few years.

In other news, we watched the Bee Gees documentary on Netflix, which was very good. I didn’t realize the breadth of their work and length of their careers. The youngest Gibb, Andy, I saw on Broadway in Joseph and The Amazing Colored Dreamcoat. He was okay, but his voice wasn’t very strong, and came out like more of a whisper. The show features a genie who was played by a young black woman and who had to really hold back so as to not blow Mr. Gibb off the stage. Andy died of a heart attack and got very involved in the Hollywood drug scene. The two twins that made up two thirds fo the group have also died – cancer. Very sad. Heavy drinking by one. He was married to Lulu for awhile. She couldn’t take the level of alcohol and got out after four years. She’s still alive! That leaves the oldest one, Barry. Down in Miami. They were in the house where Clapton recorded 461 Ocean Boulevard. The documentary showed Barry walking to the fence by the ocean and looking out. His once wonderful hair, now a wet combed down insipid nothing. Unrecognizable, he was to me. I’m sure he misses his brothers everyday. Sad, very sad. I had no idea that Barbra Streisand called them up and asked to work with them. Nor Celion Dion, or many more. They wrote over 1,000 songs. Now I can’t get one or two out of my head.

I saw that someone is creating art with toilet paper tubes. Like the ice water challenge I decided to join in. ( Okay, I didn’t do the ice water challenge. ) But here is a great work of TPT art! Enjoy.