It’s been awhile since my last post. I’ve been busy editing my next film and cutting my own hair. Yes, aside from writing blogs on Substack.com, I make short films. I just finished my eighth and will tell you all about it when it premieres and you can Zoom watch it at the Sally Deering Film Festival in September.
I bring up my other life not because I’m a self-centered egotist who thinks the world revolves around me. No, there are enough Kardashians to fill those diamond-crusted flip-flops. I mention my other life because I realize it’s time to get back to my future and pick up the pieces of my life before Adolph Twitler.
The man about to be our next president, Joe Biden picked his V.P. yesterday, Kamala Harris, a plucky, brainy firecracker who gives women and men (especially us Dems) a tingle up our backs and a quiver in our mojo. She’s the best of the best, and as a feminist, I’m unhooking my Maidenform and letting it fly free in full 38D support. God Bless America, there’s hope after all.
It’s time to purge the anger that’s been bubbling inside me like battery acid sloshing around a water balloon. The Tiny Fingered Tyrant will soon be gone, like the ring around the toilet bowl after a good scrubbing. Only 82 more days until Biden & Harris ride the blue wave to the White House. I’m so excited, I have no more need, no more incentive to hate the Orange Cheeto and his Over-the-Hill Gang. No more reason to rip the nail off my pinky finger when I hear the Ass Clown-in-Chief in press briefings with reporters. Like Elsa in “Frozen” I “Let It Go, Let It Go” and like every other Democrat who tastes vomit at the sight of Benedict Donald, I can now relieve myself of the angst and hatred that’s been churning inside my gut like a sour milkshake.
On August 9, 1974, Vice President Gerald Ford took office as President of the United States after President Richard Nixon resigned because of the Watergate scandal. In his speech, Ford said: “My fellow Americans, our long national nightmare is over ...” and although Ford has not been remembered as a great leader, those words are truly prophetic 46 years later as Americans find ourselves in the same shit-storm of lies and corruption and death. I should know. I lived through it. It sucked.
Unlike those crazy people who voted the Orange Anus into office in 2016, and those insane Republicans in Congress who coddled him these past four years, plus everyone else who worships at the Dumbass-In-Chief’s gold-plated altar, I declare myself free. Like the feeling you get stepping off the scale 10 pounds lighter at Weight Watchers, I have dumped Money Diaper McStupid and his faithful followers from my psyche and reclaimed my life. I’m going back to my future. I’m the new old me.
I’m coming to the end of a bad dream I got trapped in four years ago; one of those nightmares that goes on and on, and there’s no relief, and people are telling you totally insane things like you can inject yourself with bleach to kill the virus. A nightmare where real people become zombies refusing to see the truth. Where they refuse to wear facemasks and every conversation you have with them is a long walk down a dead end to nowhere. The nightmare that no matter how you try, you can’t wake up from. The nightmare that feels so real it hurts.
Well, friends, it’s time to wake up and look under the bed. The orange boogeyman doesn’t live there anymore.
It’s time to look beyond Election Day to a new and better future with Biden & Harris. Instead of wallowing in all this President Rat Bastard hatred, I will not write one more negative post on Facebook about the Douchebag-In-Chief. Today is the last I will call that Boiled Ham in a Wig a bag of shit or a piece of garbage. I will never again say he should be dragged out of the White House in handcuffs followed by a daisy chain of his entitled brats, and the Republican crooks who tried to sabotage America. I’m done with all that bad juju.
I’m going to live my other life, the one I had before Trumpenstein Von Dickula and his clan of parasitic cons invaded my space. It’s my life and I’m taking it back. And I’m taking it back now, so that I’ll be in a healthy state of mind on November 3rd when Joe Biden and Kamala Harris are elected President and Vice President and help America pick up the pieces of its broken soul.
I remember the day after Barack Obama was elected president. I remember feeling great that morning. I got on a New York City subway train heading downtown, and I sat across this beautiful woman, nicely dressed, like she was heading to work. She wore her long, black braided hair on top of her head in a bun, and she stuck in her bun a long beautiful peacock feather. That feather said it all. It said she was proud that America elected its first African-American president. It said, “We did it! We have a new beginning.” That beautiful peacock feather in her hair told the world, “I am hopeful, again.”
And now here I am, almost 12 years after President Obama was elected, and I’m at a crossroads with the rest of America, again. And it’s at this crossroads, that I choose hope, again. I choose hope because I believe in democracy. I choose hope because I believe in leaders who care about the rights of people of color, immigrants, children, women, and the future of our earth and sky.
I’m not looking back anymore. I’m looking ahead. Because I believe in the American people, and I believe
in the power
of a single
peacock
feather.
See you soon!
PHOTO: Fermin Mendoza
Sally - how are you? It's been so long. I don't know if this is still active for you, hoping all is well.
Love this, Sally!
I was talking to my sister the other day, and she asked for you. We started reminiscing about how we both loved reading you in the JJ. This one brought me back to your wonderful JJ stuff.