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sinkingfeeling

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Member since: 2003 before July 6th
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I reside in Fayetteville, Arkansas. I am female, single, and one year from full retirement. I'm already retired from a 30-year career with IBM. Love my Victorian house built in 1858 and my dogs and cats.

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Posted by sinkingfeeling | Wed May 15, 2019, 09:44 AM (30 replies)

Good God almighty, where are we headed? (Rant)

I have not selected a candidate as yet, but the nonsense that is going on about Joe Biden is making me terribly angry.

I am "old school", a 71 year-old woman. I was young and pretty good looking when the sexual revolution took place and women found birth control pills could allow them as much sex as the guys. We went to bars and night clubs hunting for "Mr. Goodbar". And, oh, the pickup lines and moves guys made back then.

I was a 'feminist' way back in the early 1970s and active in NOW. I faced real discrimination, in wages, mortgages, credit, promotions, etc. I had men force themselves on me and I handled them on my own. I truly believe the women of #metoo. I'm glad younger women do not put up with the crap I did.

However, it appears we are erasing our humanity at an alarming pace. There was a thread a couple of weeks ago about automation as progress. Some love self-checkout and buying anonymously online. I posted why I think we've lost a piece of ourselves here: https://www.democraticunderground.com/?com=view_post&forum=1002&pid=11949106

I feel the same about someone, including strangers, touching. I'm appalled that kindergarten teachers can no longer hug and comfort an upset child. I know that the level of nurses' compassion has dropped greatly over time. I can compare the care, concern, and comfort exhibited during my hysterectomy surgery in 1988 and that displayed during my cancer surgery in 2008. The latter was so bad, I told my doctor to either release me early or I would jump from the fifth floor window. He released me and I swore I'd die before ever going back in that hospital.

People here are condemning anyone who touches them as if it were a violent crime. If one is uncomfortable, they have the right to remove a hand or to say "stop", but give me a break. I love pats, hugs, a hand on my arm or a kiss on my cheek.

Are we going to be a society totally isolated from our humanity? We will soon only speak to machines and have no human contact expect for our immediate families. I would love to have an unsolicited hug from Joe Biden or Al Franken. I welcomed the hugs I've received in foreign countries and hope they continue to my dying days.
Posted by sinkingfeeling | Wed Apr 3, 2019, 07:51 PM (78 replies)

Joe Scarborough's opinion piece in WP took me by surprise.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/obamas-presidency-will-be-hailed-as-transformative-trumps-will-be-viewed-with-scorn/2019/03/19/c4ba3742-4a7c-11e9-9663-00ac73f49662_story.html?utm_term=.95dac6d6e72d

I disagreed with Obama. But what Trump has done makes those differences insignificant.

The shocking conclusion to the 2016 campaign made millions of Americans, including me, look foolish for believing that Obama’s victories in 2008 and 2012 had proved that the United States had emerged from the scourge of racism infecting it for more than four centuries. I remain shocked that this strain of bigotry still fuels the political careers of Trump and his enablers on Capitol Hill.

That’s why any policy differences I had with Obama now seem so insignificant. Americans who still have faith in the upward arc of King’s moral universe should be grateful for Obama’s presidency and the way his election exposed the white racism that is still at large in our land. If changing the Constitution and reelecting Obama two more times would break the fever that now ravages Trump’s Washington, I would cheerfully champion the passage of that constitutional amendment, slap a “Hope and Change” sticker on my shirt, and race to the nearest voting booth to support the man historians will remember as the most significant president since Abraham Lincoln.
Posted by sinkingfeeling | Wed Mar 20, 2019, 09:56 AM (83 replies)

An event in Black History that I bet few know about happened 100 years ago.

This occurred in Phillips County, Arkansas, near the small town of Elaine, Sept. 30 and Oct. 1, 1919. White mobs killed somewhere between 100 and 237 black men, women, and children, maybe more.

https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&source=newssearch&cd=&ved=2ahUKEwiYn7me7q7gAhUnsFQKHSb-C70QzPwBegQIARAC&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.eurweb.com%2F2019%2F02%2F2019-marks-100th-anniv-of-elaine-phillips-massacres-that-claimed-over-200-black-lives%2F&psig=AOvVaw3JWpYAqDKF58xLlpfcHGlo&ust=1549808911634235

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elaine_race_riot

Arkansas is holding a faith-based truth telling hearing on the event.

https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&source=newssearch&cd=&ved=2ahUKEwiYn7me7q7gAhUnsFQKHSb-C70QzPwBegQIARAC&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwreg.com%2F2019%2F02%2F08%2Farkansas-delta-town-finding-the-truth-about-1919-massacre-that-killed-200%2F&psig=AOvVaw3JWpYAqDKF58xLlpfcHGlo&ust=1549808911634235

I've been in Arkansas since 1992 and this is the first I've heard about this massacre.
Posted by sinkingfeeling | Sat Feb 9, 2019, 10:42 AM (21 replies)

Just a real life story....

In 1957, I was 9 years old and suddenly there was a major shift in my world. My 43 year old father had a serious heart attack and was told to stop working. My dad was a full time Chevolet parts manager and farmed 225 acres in his spare time.

So, we left Ohio and my rural grade school (class of 18 kids) and headed to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. There I was appalled by the strange teaching methods I found in my new school where there were 6 fourth grades! We were divided into teams and there were all kinds of point systems.

It was a much different world from the corn fields and woods of Ohio. I saw water fountains and restrooms labeled 'black' and 'white'. There were no African Americans in my school. I saw the shabby 'black' school and the neighborhoods blacks were to live in. I was even called a 'damn Yankee'.

The biggest shock came with participation in my grade school's annual 'minstrel show'. My mother tried to explain what these shows were. I had to learn a bunch of Southern songs and I had one speaking line. I can't recall what my set up for the punchline was, but I had to call out, "Mr. Interlocutor, Mr. Interlocutor!" Then I asked my question and the interlocutor responded, making a joke.
And they covered our faces with black makeup. They left white circles around our mouths and eyes.

As the years passed, I realized how awful all this was. But I don't believe I was given an opportunity to opt out. 3 years later I was back in Ohio and began to support the Civil Rights movement. Been an activist and a Democrat ever since.

People do become enlightened and they can change over time. And what is unacceptable in society also changes with time. That's how we progress.
Posted by sinkingfeeling | Thu Feb 7, 2019, 07:42 PM (9 replies)

Ten years ago today, I woke up from what was to have been minor

surgery to remove a benign lymph node, to be told they had discovered Stage IV cancer on both my tonsils. It was squamous cell carcinoma.
I was shocked as I had had no symptoms at all. I underwent 33 radiation treatments that also destroyed most of my saliva glands and taste buds, covered my throat with blisters, and burnt my neck. Didn't eat for 4 weeks.
But I survived and have been cancer free for TEN years!
Posted by sinkingfeeling | Wed Jan 16, 2019, 10:35 AM (69 replies)

Saw "On the Basis of Sex" today and I was crying like a baby at

the end. This is the story of my lifetime. When women were told who they could be and what they could do.

I was laughed at by the AF ROTC for wanting to join; told I'd be taking a man's place in vet school; worked in a place without a women's restroom; attended a conference where I was one of two women and 300 men; had to have my father co-sign for my first mortgage; and had to change my credit cards to my student husband's name.

And we fought back. I joined NOW, marched and protested, fought for abortion rights, equal pay, and the ERA.

I was so moved by the argument made by Ruth Ginsburg in the movie, I started to cry. And I kept crying as RBG made her cameo appearance.
I wish every college aged person were made to watch this movie. So many don't even believe the conditions women were in less than 50 years ago.
Posted by sinkingfeeling | Sat Jan 12, 2019, 06:39 PM (23 replies)

Oh, the lies we're told! Got this in my natural gas bill this month.



The billing line reads: TaxCuts & JobsAct Adj. $118.87 @ -10.16% 12.08 CR

Now that's so nice until you compare this bill to last year's. The Dielivery Charge for 300 CCF went up from $.3289 to $.453182 this year. If my math is right that's an increase of 37%.

After my 10.16% credit, the delivery cost still was 26.84% higher than last year.

So, how does "Lower taxes lead to a lower cost of delivering energy to our customers..."?
Posted by sinkingfeeling | Thu Dec 20, 2018, 11:41 AM (28 replies)

About girls and women not telling after they're attacked

When I was 15 years old, I went into Columbus to shop on a day we didn't have school. My mom was a secretary for a small insurance company and worked on the 12th. floor of a building housing multiple businesses.

As I was coming back to her office. I stepped into the elevator with a single man. He was probably 40 and dressed in jeans. As the elevator began its climb, he came up behind me and dropped to his knees. He placed one of his hands on each side of my leg and started up under my dress (this was the early "60s). I did not say a word. I shoved him off balance as my hand searched for the elevator buttons. Some how I hit like floor 7 and the doors suddenly opened. I tore out, but didn't even try to enter an office where help might have been. I ran around the corner and started down the stairs. He followed. I was faster and made it to the ground floor. Again, there were people everywhere, but I went out the door and ran up the busy street. He followed me for about two blocks before giving up and turning around.

I never told my parents nor sister nor best friend. I told no one until I told my husband about it 7 years later.

Why? I was ashamed that I tempted a man at age 15? I was ashamed some complete stranger had touched me? I don't know. My mother passed away in 2015 at 96. I'm now 70 and I never told her.
Posted by sinkingfeeling | Mon Sep 17, 2018, 07:40 PM (43 replies)

I had to release my best friend of the last 14 plus years this morning.

Hank came to me as a teenager, about 14 or 15 months old, back in 2004. He was pulled from a shelter in northern Kentucky by an American Eskimo Rescue in Ohio. It was there that he became the BFF of another Eskie, Sugar. It was estimated that Sugar was 10 to 12 months older than Hank.

I found Sugar on Petfinders and was given the opportunity to adopt him. My mom and sister were in Ohio and went by to check him out and discovered the deep bond between Hank and Sugar. I decided to adopt them together.

Sugar lost his right front leg to cancer in 2012. I lost him suddenly the day after Thanksgiving last year.

Hank had lost his hearing and could only see light and blurs. He had a rough attack of vestibular syndrome on Jan. 27th., spent 5 days in hospital and had a CT scan. He recovered fairly well physically, but seemed not to remember anything from his former life. He needed help finding his food and water. I carried him up and down stairs every day. He slept with me every night for over 14 years.

About this time last night, he became unstable on his feet and vomited his dinner. I knew it was another attack of the vestibular syndrome. I rushed him to our emergency clinic where they could start IV fluids and watch him overnight. I picked him up there at 6:30 AM and took him directly to our vet's office. He barely stirred. She said she doubted he could recover again, so I sent him to rejoin Sugar.

I've cried until I don't think I can cry any more. And I keep looking for him. How can I sleep tonight without my Hankie Boo next to me? I loved him. It hurts so much to see them go.


Posted by sinkingfeeling | Wed Sep 12, 2018, 09:48 PM (64 replies)
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