November 24, 2016 By: El Jefe Category: Goodness
Welcome to The World's Most Dangerous Beauty Salon, Inc.
My name is Susan DuQuesnay Bankston. I live in Richmond, Texas, in the heart of Tom DeLay's old district. It's nuttier than squirrel poop here.
I am honored and privileged to know Miss Juanita Jean Herownself, hairdresser extraordinary and political maven. Since she does not have time to fiddle with this internet stuff, I type her website for her and you can read it if you want to. If you don't, she truly does not give a big bear's butt.
A lot of what I post here has to do with local politics, but you probably have the same folks in your local government.
This ain't a blog. Blogs are way too trendy for me. This is a professional political organization.
Love Ellen, but can help but ponder how we replaced this articulate, intelligent man with a buffoon. President Obama will be missed.
1So my last darter to propel from stately Micr Manor and her sainted mother are huge Dory fans. They both went wild for Ellen as the medal was awarded.
For me the moment was the posthumous Grace Hopper award. Adm Hopper spoke at my university and gave each of us a nanosecond. Mine is still with me, accessible but protected. I stifled while Bill Gates received his, interestingly for his post-thievery career benevolence. And I had not heard before of Margaret Hamilton and her role in the moon landing.
2I saw this plus some of the others receiving such an honor from this wonderful man … Love him and will miss him with such an emptiness in my heart never to be filled by the SOB-elect WWNBMP. {Who will never be my president}.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL … Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow will be a totally different story!!
3Boss is a Republican who supported Hillary. Deliberately stopped work and turn don the office TV just to watch this ceremony. Best show in TV! Obama is a natural! Was especially interested in the posthumous award to Amazing Grace. She almost killed me the first day I reported to work at the Pentagon. It was early morning and I was caught in the traffic in one of the huge entry halls when this woman who looked old enough to be my grandmother – and in summer white uniform! – came careening across the area with her briefcase and nearly bowled me over. She then disappeared into a door in the paneled wall guarded by a Marine. When I asked around I was told I had just nearly been honored by none other than Amazing Grace. Kept a wary eye out for her during my stay at the Pentagon. She was really, really fast on her feet! My near demise by a racing Amazing Grace has been on of my best memories and stories of my federal career. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
4http://www.politicususa.com/2016/11/23/yet-1-million-raised-hours-cover-costs-swing-state-recount.html
Slightly O.T, but if I didn’t post it elsewhere, there is a fundraiser going on to pay for a recount in Wisconsin, Michigan and Pennsylvania. The $$ for Wisconsin has been covered, and they are on the way to raising the money for the other two. It’s passed 3 million and rising. If you haven’t joined in yet, there are deadlines coming up very soon.
5Marcia, I’m with you.
Maggie, I love your story.
JJ, thanks for happy thoughts on this Thanksgiving Day!
6As one wag once said, “A woman can always use another piece of jewelry.” Congrats to all of the recipients.
7For those with good memorys, I’ll bet she still doesn’t do turtle waxing. 🙂
8https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zhUb0hUEfvo
Ellen’s Pet Kingdumb commercial
9dbtexas- simple wingnut redefinition of the Potus job description is how it happened. They changed one word selfless (which Obama is in spades) to selfish which is dumbass drumpf explained in a single word.
10Damn, I’m going to miss that man. He makes us feel better about America and about who we are as people. What a contrast….
11President and Mrs. Obama are an impossible act to follow. We should retire the POTUS and FLOTUS “jerseys” over the White House at whatever interval is respectful to our flag.
Meanwhile, there’s BLOTUS and TLOTUS. They and their child either move their butts into the residence we provide, or they pay whatever costs that it takes to please their sniveling gold fixtures and potpourri.
12Happy Thanksgiving, The World’s Most Dangerous Beauty Salon, Inc.! Those wonderful aromas from the kitchen say it’s time to lend a hand bringing a fine meal to the table. I’m hungry!
13Okay, I can see why Donnie would be called BLOTUS, but if his wife is TLOTUS, i guess those letters stand for something. Can anybody tell me what?
14Rhea, as third wife of BLOTUS, it follows that Melania would be TLOTUS (3rd lady).
15PKM: Maybe it should be 3LOTUS? But I’m lost on BLOTUS riddles me. Must’ve missed that one.
16I loved his words so much. Damn, I may cry for the next four years. My back up plan is to binge watch West Wing on Netflix and the movies Dave and The American President and pretend they are real.
17I was in grad school, just beginning to accept my lesbianism, when Ellen came out. It was a massively important event for us. There were Ellen watch parties in homes, bars, and any place else we could gather. It was public, Really Public Affirmation. The show was full of big tv and movie stars showing their approval via their participation in the show. It was incredible.
I was at a house party and we were all still as death as the moment approached. Then it happened – on national tv. Ellen spoke unintentionally into the airport public address microphone, “I’m gay.” We laughed, we cried, we celebrated. It was done. We became real in a positive and visual way.
It was a critical event that showed a nice, cute, unassuming, non-threatening woman who was also a lesbian. It was a sea change. We weren’t either pathetic, frightening, dangerous, deranged or sex obsessed.
When Obama said Ellen took a big risk, he wasn’t kidding. She was heroic.
18I love her gentle humor. Ellen is a national treasure.
19My dad worked with Grace Hopper at the Pentagon. I met her years later. One super Lady.
20Way to go Ellen. Much deserved.
President Obama and his wonderful family will be sorely missed. Sigh