Random Musings

Well, well, well … Monica Lewinsky has crawled out of the slime once again, now that Hillary’s in the news, too. It seems every time Hillary Clinton runs for office, Lewinsky trots out her ‘Woe is me’ tales from the 1990s.

That is so last century.

“Oh, poor me, I f**ked a married man that I knew was married.”

“Oh poor me, I f**ked the President.”

“Oh poor me, I showed him my underwear. I am such an innocent and he took advantage of me.”

Siddown Monica, your story is ridiculous and old and you are not a victim. And if you ever seriously thought the President of the United Sates would leave his wife for you, please remember one thing:

You are not Olivia Pope.

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Same-sex couples in Nebraska, however, are being victimized, now that the state Attorney General's office is objecting to a new effort by The American Civil Liberties Union of Nebraska to have both same-sex spouses listed as parents on their children's birth certificates.

The ACLU has asked a judge to order state officials to list both spouses on birth certificates, saying that the Nebraska Department of Health and Human Services has refused to provide married gay couples with birth certificates for their children on the same conditions as married straight couples.

The battle is not over … the march goes on.

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On the flip side, by a 9-2 vote, the Anchorage Assembly voted to make it illegal in the city to discriminate over sexual orientation or gender identity, making this new ordinance the first of its kind in Alaska.

Huh ... maybe now Mama Grizzly Bore can see equality from her house, too.

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I once had long hair, luxuriously long curly hair. And I wore it in a variety of way. Loose and flowing; in a pony tail; or maybe just the top in a pony, and the rest flowing loose and lovely.

I was too early for the man bun, and, well, now, even though my hair is shorter, it’s still luxurious and lovely and perhaps ready for the newest trend: the man braid.

I need to find someone to do this for me …

[Man Bun, Man Braid]

So Kim Davis, criminal, met with Pope Frankie while he was here, but the Vatican, and Frankie, tried to keep it on the Down Low. But since Kim doesn’t know when to keep her mouth closed, she broke the story and at first the Vatican neither confirmed nor denied the story; then they opted not to deny it, and now they’re just plain saying it happened.

That’s Pope Frankie. A secret meeting with a woman who swore to God to uphold the laws of this country and when she decides she doesn’t like the laws, opts outbreak them in the name of God.

And Frankie thought this deserved a meeting, albeit a meeting in private. He’s as much a hypocrite and a coward as every other homophobe in the world, only he has a better stylist.

Sidenote: Is it me or do they look a little Separated At Birth? Or maybe it's the idea that all bigots look alike, slack jawed and vacant eyes ....

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With the new television season starting there are all kinds of good shows and bad shows, and trash shows, to watch, and some have some delicious man candy, like …

Hot Brit Lucien Laviscount  on Scream Queens, which is a hot mess, sometimes very funny trainwreck of a show, but, yeah, Lucien.

Oh, and they have one Diego Boneta on the show, too.

Then we have Chace Crawford, with eyelashes for days, playing rough and tumble wannabe oil barren on Blood and Oil. It’s soapy and sappy, but, hey, he takes his shirt off, so there’s that, too.

Then we have Hot Daddy James Brolin, playing it for giggles on Life In Pieces. He seems to be having fun playing the patriarch of the family, and I do love a silver fox, you know.

[LucienLaviscount, Diego Boneta, Chace Crawford, James Brolin] 

And finally, on the flip side of Man’s Law versus so-called God’s law argument … the Oklahoma Capitol Preservation Commission has agreed to comply with that state’s Supreme Court’s order to remove a Ten Commandments monument from the grounds of the state capitol.

The court’s deadline to remove the monument is October 11th and the state says it will be gone by then.

Good.Bye.

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My Two Cents: Like A Bad Penny, Lewinsky's Back

Monica Lewinsky is back, y’all; like a bad penny, she makes a reappearance every time Hillary Clinton makes the news. Coinky-dink? I think not.

When Hillary ran for President in 2008, Monica showed up just to talk and tried to get you to buy her handbags; when the GOP tried to turn Benghazi into something it wasn’t, there was Monica. Why she didn’t appear in a flak jacket is beyond me, but then it probably didn’t fit in with the purse collection she was hawking.

And now, with Hillary beating out nearly every single candidate in the race for the White House, and with the GOP’s new fascination with EmailGate, look who’s talking … again? Lewinsky.

The former White House intern whose affair with President Bill Clinton made her internationally famous overnight with its Tales of the Blue Dress scandal-iciousness and such, recently popped in at the annual TED Conference last week. And for those who don’t know, TED is a global set of conferences run by the private non-profit Sapling Foundation, under the slogan "Ideas Worth Spreading".

Um, ‘Ideas Worth Spreading’? Lewinsky? I don’t get the connection. Legs worth spreading? Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Still, Monica took to the stage to discuss the one and only thing she will ever be known for, schtupping a married man who happened to be President of the United States at the time. That and playing the victim throughout the whole mess.

She shared the idea that she made a mistake by "falling in love with [my] boss."

Ya think? And then she talked of the consequences …

“I was branded as a tramp, tart, slut, whore, bimbo and, of course, ‘that woman.’ I was known by many, but actually known by few. I get it. It was easy to forget ‘that woman’ was dimensional and had a soul.”

Actually Monica, you were a young girl who just didn’t think that showing your thong to a married man, much less your boss, much less the President, was an inappropriate action.

Sure, Bill’s a dog; it takes two to tango. But, you knew he was married and you knew he’d never leave his wife for you no matter what he said after your services were rendered. And if you thought he would leave his wife, and marry the intern, while President of this country, well, you are less naïve and more stupid than you’d like us to believe.

And then you whined about being reminded every day of the mistake you made … yet you remind us, and yourself, every time you accept a speaking engagement to talk because even you know that the only reason anyone wants to hear from you is for the chance to revisit SemenGate.

You brought this on, dear, by, well, to quote NeNe Leakes from The Real housewives of Atlanta, and why not, you opened your legs to a married man. Bye Boo.

Oh, except she won’t go. Lewinsky talked about how she was finally able to put the whole Monica Is A Whore public shaming that occurred after going down on Clinton, by listening to her mother in 2012 — fourteen years after the affair — when Mama Lewinsky called to talk about the death of Tyler Clementi, the Rutgers student who took his own life after being secretly filmed having an intimate encounter with another man by his roommate. Clementi endured enormous shame when the video was posted online and took his own life as a result.

Where was your shame, Monica, dear, when you posed for a magazine cover ... Cigar Aficionado? You have no shame; you seek out the spotlight for seventeen years every time it appears you'll become a footnote to a news story.

You are no Tyler Clementi. He was a young man exploring his sexuality with an unmarried partner in the hoped for privacy of his own room, while you cruised the President, showing him your underwear; while you stalked the President; while you kept the DNA-splattered souvenir.

You aren’t Tyler Clementi. You are a young woman who still whines about a mistake, and still whines about how people won’t let it go, and still whines.

Stop whining.

Go away. And stay there. 

Random Musings

We don’t take a lot of long vacations here at Casa Bob y Casa. We might take a day trip to Charleston, or an overnight to Asheville or Savannah, but long trips? Not so much. Maybe once a year, if that.

So, to leave the house for well over a week to head out to Washington to get married — did I mention I got married, because I did — was quite the problem for the furry kids. We had a friend, and her kids, come in to care for the kids, feed them, play with them, let Ozzo go outside for his business, but our pets, while they liked the idea of being fed and watered and having clean litter boxes, were not keen on strangers … strangers … in their house.

The report was that for most of the week, Ozzo was depressed; MaxGoldberg wouldn’t come out from under the bed, and Miss Consuelo Roca-Jones was never seen at all. In fact, when we learned during our trip that Consuelo never appeared, I worried that she’d somehow gotten out of the house because that bitch er cat never misses the chance to be first in line at meal time.

Only Tuxedo showed up, and we heard that he showed up to supervise. He followed our pet-sitters around the house, checking everything they did, everywhere they went; he watched the dog go outside, and made sure the dishes had the right food; he ordered the treats to be served at the right time, and always used the litter-box after cleaning to make sure it had been done properly.

Of course, after we got home, Ozzo went insane, racing like a bullet around the house; MaxGoldberg and Miss Roca-Jones ran and hid, in a display of temperament, or anger that we dared leave them alone.

And only Tuxedo allowed himself to be greeted and hugged and kissed … by at least one of his Dads.

Ah, pets. They really let you know what’s going on.

Big news from across the pond is that people who live at Buckingham palace — though not the Queen, I think — are bringing their online hook-ups home for the night.

Uh huh. Buckingham Palace staffers have sparked internal security fears by bringing bootie calls, met on dating apps like, oh, say, Grindr, back to their living quarters, ands police guarding the royals are said to be ‘deeply concerned’ at the number of unvetted overnight guests.

Like it’s a freakin’ Motel Sex, er, Six.

According to well-placed sources — Hey Camilla! — many of the Queen’s 800-plus staff use online dating tools, and while most live-in servants — including butlers, maids and kitchen staff — are not allowed to bring guests into Buckingham palace, they can, and do, sign in visitors to their living quarters at St James’s Palace and the Royal Mews.

Still, if it happens there, it’s happening at Fuckingham, too, if you get my drift.

Okay, so marriage equality South Carolina update:

Our Will of the People Fund case, Bradacs v Haley et al, was required by Judge Michelle Childs to submit briefs by today; Childs can either rule without reading the briefs, or after reading.

From what I understand, though, she is bound by the ruling of the Fourth circuit Courts, and should therefore rule, either today, or by the November 13 deadline she set, to allow marriage equality in the state.

That said, let me take a moment to thank Nel, from Rhode Island, and Mark, from Delaware, for their donations to the cause as a wedding gift for Carlos and me. There would be no better gift than to have our marriage recognized in our state.

ThankYouThankYouThankYou.

Lord, this Ebola thing is getting out of hand.

Not the disease itself, but the reposting of who has it, how they got it, whose fault that was, where are they, where they’d go, did they sneeze, or fart, or vomit or crap their pants.

Keep it in perspective people. As I heard on NPR, more people have been married to Larry King — and to Kim Kardastrophe, for that matter — than have contracted Ebola in the country.

Every sneeze isn’t Ebola.

Stop it.

We love Scandal and we love How To Get Away With Murder. There used to be this thing called “Must See TV” and now that’s become, for us, “WTF Just Happened TV.”

I also love that both shows, created by Shonda Rhimes, feature all kinds of people, black and white, and every color in between, gay and straight, men and women, and don’t feed into the stereotypes of any of those folks.

Recently, though, there was a second, very hot, scene between two men on HTGAWM and some folks got their panties in a snit about it; like this woman who Tweeted:

And then Shonda Rhimes Tweeted back:

Good on Shonda!

Speaking of TV, here’s the Hot Man Alert for the New Season:

Brit Dominic West, baring butt, in Showtime's The Affair; Brian Hallisay, the cop with the big beautiful guns on Revenge; Michael Socha, the newest fairy-tale character, Will Scarlett, on Once Upon a Time; and Michael James Shaw, burning up the screen on the upcoming Constantine.

You’re Welcome.

So Renee Zellweger showed up at an even this week looking like, well, not Renee Zellweger, and social media went into snark overdrive.

It really was mean-spirited, and, as happens on these anonymous sites, a free-for-all. But then Zellweger herself weighed into the fray, saying this:

"I'm glad folks think I look different! I'm living a different, happy, more fulfilling life, and I'm thrilled that perhaps it shows. My friends say that I look peaceful. I am healthy. For a long time I wasn't doing such a good job with that. I took on a schedule that is not realistically sustainable and didn't allow for taking care of myself."

Let me say that if Zellweger had any kind of procedure, that’s her business and her right, and we shouldn’t denigrate her, or any man or woman for doing whatever they want to make themselves happier and more at peace with themselves.

That said, Renee, really? That is not the face of happy and fulfilled; that is a very different face altogether, and we should be able to bring it up in conversation, polite conversation, otherwise it becomes the lifted and tucked and Botoxed elephant in the room, Just sayin’.

Monica Lewinsky’s back, y’all. And am I the only one who finds it curious that she always resurfaces when Hillary Clinton is expected to run for office?

Yeah, Monica, right. But now, Lewinsky has taken on the crusade of online bullying because she says she is the first person to be “destroyed” by the Internet.

Bitch, please. You were attacked and reduced because you f**ked a married man, presidential or not, and then kept the DNA-stained clothing as some kind of trophy.

You really need to stop talking, permanently.

A group of conservative moms in Florida seem to have forced Toys R Us to pull four collectible dolls based on characters from AMC's "Breaking Bad."

Now, this one I don’t have a problem with, because I don’t think a meth-making doll is the kind of ‘toy’ kids should be playing with, though, if an adult, an adult, wants this kind of memento, go right ahead.

Toys R Us says the figures were sold in limited quantities in the adult-action-figure area of its stores but the fact is they were sold in a ‘toy’ store.

I’m kinda with the moms on this one. What do you think?

When former Playboy bunny Jenny McCarthy joined The View I knew she’d become the dumb one — which is saying a lot since Sherri “I’m not sure the Earth is Round” Shepard s still on — but now McCarthy is talking more, and sounder even more stupid.

If that’s possible. See, now she says she’s always felt “transgendered” on the inside:

"I feel like that inside. I always felt like one of the guys wearing, like, a Playboy bunny outfit. I was David Spade’s buddy to begin with, so I was a natural fit [to play a transgender character on Spade’s 90s show Just Shoot Me] and I always felt like his brother. To play kind of the dude, was almost too scary natural."

Seriously? So, you played transgender and that made you think you’re kinda transgender?

Siddown. But that wasn’t the dumbest think this bimbo said. She also went on to say she’d be over the moon if her son was gay:

"Oh my god, I would be so excited. We can shop! Do my hair!"

Right, because that's what every gay boy likes to do!

This gay boy hates shopping, hates the idea of touching Jenny McCarthy’s fried weave, and hates the idea that anyone is asking to interview this moron.