Wordless Wednesday (Sort Of): What's the difference between false advertising and hyperbole?

If a picture is worth 1,000 words, how many rants are 4 worth? I'll just put one short one at the end,  

 The Rant:  I have worked a myriad of jobs and at none of them have I always felt valued.  It is a promise that no employer can keep especially one like McDonalds with a long history of exploiting their workers.  

For More Wordless Wednesday click here   for the Wordless Wednesday blog and here for the comedy plus site.   As I am participating in both places today.  

R is for R.I.T.A. Republican In Theory Anyway

My A to Z Challenge Theme this year is the ABC's of me.  Each day in the month of April with the exception of Sundays I will be posting about one aspect of my life that begins with the letter of the day. 

It's time for some  A to Z catch-up. , I am currently 3 posts behind.  The next letter is  R so let's get right to it shall we?

A was for Amateur Parodist

B was for Blogger

C was for Christian

D was for David Davidovich

E was for Evangelical Sans the Trump Kool-Aid

F was for Father of 3 Adult Children

G was for Giraffe Lover

H was  for Husband of One Amazing Wife

I was for Iguchi Appreciator

J was for Jester

K was  for Kindergarten Clear

L was for Library Lover

M is for Muppet Man

N was for Narnian

O was for Optimist

P was for Poet

Q is for Quintessential Worker

R is for R.I.T.A. Republican In Theory Anyway

The phrase Republican in Name Only has been around for over a century.  The acronym Rino is only been in place a little more than 30 years.   Vox did an excellent job in 2015 chronicling the history of the phrase and the acronym and the shift in meaning over the years.  A RINO to mix my metaphors a little here is a politician who walks like a duck talks like a duck but swears there an elephant.  

I am no RINO.  But just as the meaning of the phrase Republican in Name Only has shifted so has the perception of what it means to be a Republican in America these days. I slowly began to find myself cringing just a little when identifying myself as a Republican then Donald Trump became President in 2017 and I found myself cringing a little more then a lot more as his term went on.  

In late November of 2020, I became more hopeful.  Trump had lost the election although he and some of his followers were still contesting it, Republican officials in the disputed areas were the first to admit that he did not have enough votes to win. I wrote a post on one of my blogs entitled 10 Things I'd Like to See the Republican Party Do Now That the Election is Over. 

I encourage you to click on the title and read the article before moving forward.

The 10 issues or actions were:

Abortion

Racial Reconciliation

COVID 19

Distancing from Donald Trump

Establish a Platform

Address Gun Violence

Widen Base

Reform Immigration Compassionately

Reestablish Sound Foreign Policy

Appeal to Independents.

Now I want to give credit where credit is due  from the time I wrote that post until this present moment in time the Republican Party has only failed to achieve 10 of these goals. I mean come on the 2024 White Sox won more than 10 % of their games.  You think the Republican party could have addressed at least 1 of my concerns.

If you look at some of my concerns it's obvious from the title that the Republicans have not addressed them.  How can a party distance themselves from Trump and elect him again at the same time?  They can't.  How can a party reform immigration compassionately when they are allowing the deportation of those who are here legally? How do they reestablish sound foreign policy by allowing a President to chastise allies visiting the White House for wanting a war to stop in their country?  How do they reestablish sound foreign policy and allow their President to talk about adding their neighboring country and ally as a 51st state?  You can't in either situation. As for widening the base and appealing to independents it is difficult to imagine much of either happening with such a polarizing President.  This is especially true when the rest of the GOP will not provide checks and balances to the President and seemingly live in fear of him as was written about  in an opinion piece in  today's U.SA. today

President Trump, his policies, his character, his demeanor, and for that matter his medeamors and his felonies are a large part of why I am only Republican in theory, anyway. Perhaps a greater part is how others have allowed him not only to lead the party but define it.

It started well before 2015, but when 16 other Republican leaders ran in the Republican primary and  did not put personal  and party desires over protecting the  presidency from the unbalanced that's when I realized that the Republican party was no longer close to what it was even a quarter century before when I started aligning myself with them.  

In theory they may still be the Grand Old Party riding on an Elephant and bringing the Cold War to a halt.  But to quote Remember The Titans "Attitude reflects leadership", and the attitude of this president has made his party simply, the elephant in the room that no other Republican dare talk about.  

I hate to rant and run, but it's time to move on. Click on the various words to get to the various places.

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Coming Up RITA and weep  

Team Saturdazzle: The One Where Captain Abearica goes to work.

Team Saturdazzle is in the house.  I had many ideas this week for our time together.  Some of them I discarded, others I forgot what they were, still others, I discarded , forgot about them, remembered them again, bit forgot that I had previously discarded them, and then discarded them again.  This one  happened organically but took about a week to culminate, so I'll share a little of the genesis. 

Monday or Tuesday of this week I found out that our school was having yet another pajama day.  I thought that I might participate this time.  There also had been some talk about a lot of snow coming into our are Wednesday and  some thoughts that the regular school day might be replaced by an  e-learning day.  The main difference between a weather related closure, or snow day and an e-learning day is that an e-learning day does not be made up and a snow day does.  On E-learning days teachers give assignments to students, the students check in with them over the course of the day and it counts as a day of instruction.  E-learning days had their beginnings during co-vid 19 and can be used for weather related closures and other times when meeting at the school is not possible.  I think for the most part teachers like these e-learning days but as a building sub at least in my district I do not because I don't work on those days and when I don't work, I don't get paid.  In a traditional snow day situation,, I also don't work and don't get paid, but when the school year is extended because of the closure I work and get paid making up for the day I missed.

It turns out that our school was not cancelled.  But there was still a lot of snow in the forecast for the majority of the day.  So, I wore sweat pants, a tye dye t-shirt and then put warm pajama bottoms  over the sweat pants and a thick robe on over the ensemble.  As I was leaving I decided to bring 

Captain Abearica, the Build-A-Bear Captain  America my daughter Lucy brought for me and that I've been using in various ways as a Sub since 2019. I figured what goes better with pajamas than a stuffed animal.

Pajama Day  came and went.  The 6th grade science classes that I subbed for that day that weren't too cool for school enjoyed his appearance.  On Thursday after school I decided to take advantage of the perk I have at the movie theatre where I work and watch the new Captain America movie for free.  My plan was to bring Captain Abearica  in as well, because family members also get in for free.   I remembered to bring him to work on Thursday but forgot to take him into the theatre.  

Thursday was the soft opening of the new film whose full title is Captain America Brave New World.  The hard opening was Friday, I was working and I figured the place was going to be a zoo.  I have a very logical mind, at least to me. I thought if the place is going to be a zoo, why not bring a bear, especially one who's dressed for the occasion? 

I talked to my manager, who thought it was a great idea and provided me a name tag for "Cap".

Captain Abearica AKA Steve Pawgers

The Captain was a big hit and some people even offered to buy him.  My manager is letting me bring him back for my shifts for the rest of the run of the film.  Who knows maybe he'll even let me dress up like this?

I'll probably have to wait until the next pajama day.

April Blogging from A to Z Challenge 2025 SIGN-UP March 24-April 5 a-to-zchallenge.com

The A to Z Challenge blog posted yesterday for the first time since May of last year. Besides introducing the above 2025 badge.  They posted the schedule for this years challenge: 

 

2025 #AtoZchallenge Schedule: 

 The THEME REVEAL (optional bonus hop) : March 9- 15 

 Official Challenge Sign-ups : March 24 to April 5 

 Reflections (optional bonus hop) : May 2-9 

 Road-trip (sign up to keep visiting others all year _ optional bonus) : Opens May 10

I'm not sure exactly what I might be doing for the challenge.  I've had 4 ideas and I like all of them, but unlike some of the past years I'm only going to do one of them this year

Even as a big fan of the challenge,   I still take umbrage with the way they schedule the reflection so early .  This year challenge ends on a Wednesday and you have all of Thursday to reflect on the challenge before Friday when the reflection  sign up begins.  That's not enough time to reflect!!!  Well that's my rant.  Remember if you are missing any umbrage, I took it.  

Now for a new Saturdazzle feature:

 Something I said on Facebook this week

My friend's BIL posted on FB this week that he found the Super Bowl game boring. I so did not! So I said this on FB this week:

I loved everything about this game. The Eagles delivered in every aspect of the game after being overlooked in all the talk about a 3peat. Not a KC hater nor an Eagle lover but this was a quality football game Jeff. I’m sorry you didn’t like it.

That's it for this week.  That's my Saturdazzle and I'm sticking to it.   

The Progressive Poem is Here!

 Okay, before I go one step farther, I need to get two things off my chest...

1) Who ever decided to put National Poetry Month on the same month as the A to Z challenge

should have their poetic license revoked.

2) Who ever decided to put the A to Z challenge the same month as National Poetry Month needs to get more than just their alphabet in order.

I feel a little better.

Speaking of both challenges, yesterday Donna Smith of Mainely Write did a great job of bringing us closer to the end of this excellent epic of emigration. Her theme in the A to Z challenge is good words and I am going to start my intro with a doozy of a good word.

Today is the antepenultimate day of the progressive poem.  I learned antepenultimate 2 Summers ago when I was  reading Benjamin Dreyer's amazing book, Dreyer's English.  Antepenultimate means third from last.

Before I continue I want to advise that I made 2 changes to today's post.  The first is that I started all lines with a Capital letter.  Whoever comes behind me can certainly copy and paste from yesterdays post rather than mine.  The second is that I have changed the links, so now when you click on the previous poets pages you go directly to their original post.  

Cradled in stars, our planet sleeps, 

 Clinging to tender dreams of peace

 Sister moon watches from afar, 

 Singing lunar lullabies of hope. 

 Almost dawn, I walk with others, 

 Keeping close, my little brother. 

 Hand in hand, we carry courage 

 escaping closer to the border 

 My feet are lightning; 

 My heart is thunder. 

 Our pace draws us closer

To a new land of wonder. 

 I bristle against rough brush— 

Poppies ahead brighten the browns. 

Morning light won’t stay away—

Hearts jump at every sound. 

 I hum my own little song 

Like ripples in a stream 

Humming Mami’s lullaby

 Reminds me I have her letter

 My fingers linger on well-worn creases, 

Shielding an address, a name, a promise– 

Sister Moon will find always us 

Surrounding us with beams of kindness

 But last night as we rested in the dusty field, 

Worries crept in about matters back home. 

I huddled close to my brother. Tears revealed 

The no-choice need to escape.  I feel grown. 

 

Leaving all I’ve ever known 

The tender, heavy, harsh of home. 

On to maybes, on to dreams, 

On to whispers we hope could be. 

But I don’t want to whisper! I squeeze Manu’s hand. 

“¡Más cerca ahora!” Our feet pound the sand. 

We race, we pant, we lean on each other 

I open my canteen and drink gratefully 

 Thirst is slaked, but I know we’ll need 

 More than water to achieve our dreams. 

 Nights pass slowly, but days call for speed 

Through the highs and the lows, we live with extremes 

 We enter a village the one from Mami’s letter, 

 We find the steeple; food, kindly people, and shelter. 

 “We made it, Manu! Mami would be so proud!”

 I choke back a sob, then stand tall for the crowd. 

 

A slapping of sandals… I wake to the sound 

 Of ¡GOL! Manu’s playing! The fútbol rebounds. 

 I pinch myself. Can this be true? 

 Are we safe at last? Is our journey through? 

 I savor this safety, we’re enveloped with care, 

 but Tío across the border, still seems far as stars. 

 He could not yet come to this new place 

 But Hermana moon, kiss his tear-stained face

¿Dónde está mi querido Tío? (Where is my Dear Uncle?)

¡Mi corazón está muy frío! (My heart is very cold)

I originally wrote this in Spanish.  I then translated it into English by myself and used an online translator back to Spanish to correct  any grammatical errors I may have made.  I have the translation in parentheses but I did not intend that to be part of the poem.  Perhaps an * can be used if we feel the young readers might not know what was said. 

April 1 Patricia Franz at Reverie 

 April 2 Jone MacCulloch 

April 3 Janice Scully at Salt City Verse 

April 4 Leigh Anne Eck at A Day in the Life 

April 5 Irene at Live Your Poem 

April 6 Margaret at Reflections on the Teche 

April 7 Marcie Atkins 

April 8 Ruth at There is No Such Thing as a God Forsaken Town 

April 9 Karen Eastlund 

April 10 Linda Baie at Teacher Dance 

April 11 Buffy Silverman 

April 12 Linda Mitchell at A Word Edgewise 

April 13 Denise Krebs at Dare to Care 

April 14 Carol Varsalona at Beyond Literacy Link 

April 15 Rose Cappelli at Imagine the Possibilities 

April 16 Sarah Grace Tuttle 

April 17 Heidi Mordhorst at my juicy little universe 

April 18 Tabatha at Opposite of Indifference 

April 19 Catherine Flynn at Reading to the Core 

April 20 Tricia Stohr-Hunt at The Miss Rumphius Effect 

April 21 Janet, hosted here at Reflections on the Teche 

April 22 Mary Lee Hahn at A(nother) Year of Reading 

April 23 Tanita Davis at (fiction, instead of lies) 

April 24 Molly Hogan at Nix the Comfort Zone 

April 25 Rest 

April 26 Karin Fisher-Golton at Still in Awe

 April 27 Donna Smith at Mainely Write 

April 28 Me at Leap of  ME Dave  

The Penultimate Verse  will be presented tomorrow, 

April 29,  by Robyn Hood Black @ Life on the Deckle Edge 

The big Finale, will be on Tuesday, 

April 30  by Michelle Kogan @ More Art for All

This was a lot of fun.  It's my 2nd time around in the progressive poem and again I am having a blast. Looking forward to seeing how Robyn and Michelle bring the journey to an end 

Poetry Friday: For The First Time

I hope you are not confused by the title of this post.  It is simply the name of the weekly blogging event  I am participating in, and the title of my poem which will appear therein. 

I did not mean to imply that I was participating in Poetry Friday for the first time.  This, in fact, is my 4th appearance in as many weeks.  Prior to that, I was an irregular reader of some of the entries through links to some of the other poetry blogs I follow.  My blog is not a poetry blog as such, it is more a mixed bag of miscellany in the shape of a blog. It is true that I am certainly on a poetry kick these days. While this is not the first time I have posted on Poetry Friday, this is the first poem I have written specifically with this blogging event in mind. 

I really enjoy these blogging events.  Back when I was homeschooling my kids, and this blog was called Home School Dad, I participated in weekly blogging events called Three Things Thursday, Works for me Wednesday, Wordless Wednesday, and my favorite the Carnival of Homeschooling.  Some of my favorite posts in my 13 + years of blogging were when I hosted the aforementioned carnival.

In a few months, I will be hosting one of the Poetry Friday's which I am very excited about and have already begun drafting.  One thing I will put an end to, at least for the week I host it, is this whole Poetry Friday on a Thursday thing.  This is very typical of all the blogging events I've ever participated in.  If you want to be one of the first posts on the Linky list, and who doesn't?, you need to post the day before.  Now I must ask you my fellow existentialists, is it really Poetry Friday when you post it on Pre-Poetry Thursday? 

Therefore, When I host in August, my post will drop at 11 p.m central time on Thursday Night.  That's because it will be Friday in New York City and if that's good enough for New Year's Rocking Eve it's good enough for me.  

I believe that's more than enough pre-amble/rant.  Here is my poem for the week ...

 For The First Time

Meeting someone

Is like

Walking

Into the middle

Of two movies

They walk into yours

You walk into theirs

You both walk into

What could be

The pivotal scene

Of your lives

Poetry Friday is being hosted this week at Reading to the Core. 

 

Fragments of rants, thoughts, and feelings.

Fragment 1: Stupid is a swear word in our family.  It is not a word that we want our kids to use nor  do we use it ourselves. It's a crippler.  And it's everpresent.  Consider these lyrics from the beginning of Book Report from You're a Good Man Charlie Brown:

"Peter Rabbit is a stupid book about a stupid rabbit who steals vegetables from other people's gardens."

Be that as it may, stupid things fascinate me.  I don't mean that I am fascinated by things that nobody else finds interesting.  That is true.  I am very random, and the oddest things do strike my fancy.  What I mean is the nonsensical things that people say and do fascinate me.  Nonsensical is a kinder gentler way of saying stupid.

Before, I continue with fragment 1, let me digress. This whole introduction to fragment 1, is a fragment to itself.  So let's call it a prefragmenace (part fragment part preface). 

At the 4th of July parade I described in my last post, I saw one illustration of the nonsensical.  It was a sign that a man was carrying in the above picture.  I have isolated the sign below.

The reason why I think this sign is stupid nonsensical is mainly because it doesn't make sense.  Voting independent will not end fascism for a number of reasons. 

Fascism is defined at dictionary.com as  a governmental system led by a dictator having complete power, forcibly suppressing opposition and criticism, regimenting all industry, commerce, etc., and emphasizing an aggressive nationalism and often racism.

So A,  if the U.S. was a fascist state, this mans opposition  and criticism of it would be forcibly suppressed. 

B, our governments checks and balances and our current 2 party system and free elections  show that we have no dictator leading us. 

C, voting independent will not necessarily keep us from a fascist state.  Imagine a fascist running as an independent.  His plan to get in power and become a dictator. Voting independent in that case would actually put a fascist in office rather than remove one from office.

Fragment 2:  Not  all isms are Puppyisms.

Bunny Girl just walked into our bedroom and said that she was thinking and when she was done thinking she began thinking credits.   Then she walked out. 

Fragment 3: Obligatory heat wave post.

It's been hotter than heat itself for the past week or so.  It is 10:30 at night and the temp have finally dipped to 85 degrees.  It was 104 at 3:00 when we left the swimming pool  I am not sure how I feel about these real feel forecasts.  It is 85 now, but it feels like 95.  Who cares how it feels? What's next  if were at work at 2:00 in the afternoon but it feels like 5:00 in the afternoon, are we supposed to leave for the day?  It's anarchy I tell you.  And if there's anarchy, can fascism be far behind?

For more fascism free fragments head back to half past kissing time. 

Occasional Rants: Primarily Speaking

A few months ago the website Teacher Certification Degrees put HSD on their list of the Top100  homeschooling  blogs.  In their description of my blog they described me by saying, "Dave is the “Home School Dad”, White Sox fan and movie buff whose sense of humor shows in creative nicknames and occasional rants;"

While I appreciated the mention, I was especially tickled by the phrase "Occasional Rants".  I thought that would make for a pretty good segment here.  So here is my rant for the occasion of political primaries.

The Illinois Primary was last Tuesday.  I voted in it, as I do in most elections.   I voted in every contest listed on my ballot.  I tried to do as much homework as I could in deciding who to vote for. I even took Spider Droid to see one of the Presidential candidates speak. 

Because I have been asking for a Republican ballot in primaries for better than 2 decades,  I get targeted by Republican pollsters and candidates come election time.  For example, I received no less than 15 calls from representatives of one of the Republican Presidential Candidates in the 4 days prior to the Illinois primary.

Not once in any of these calls was I told why to vote for this candidate, a former governor whose name fits him like a glove. I was only told repeatedly why not to vote for one of his opponents, Rick Santorum. 

It has been repeatedly said of this robocalling Republican that since he has run a successful business, he will know how to use our money.  I don't think so! He doesn't even know how to spend his.  He outspent all the other candidates in the Illinois election and not once with all that money spent, did he tell me why to vote for Him. 

It turns out that all the spending did not get my vote.  If the calls were enough to dissuade me from voting for Santorum, I would have simply voted for another one of his opponents.  He  had 15 opportunities to tell me why to vote for Him and failed each time.  This candidate, okay, okay you dragged it out of me, Mitt Romney, ended up winning in Illinois by a pretty good margin.  On Tuesday I heard his victory speech on the radio and when he finally got around to telling me why I should vote for him  he had some convincing reasons why I should support him.  They might not have swayed my vote, but I would much rather heard them before I voted rather than 14 hours after.  Sure, I could have researched him on my own, but if a guys gonna call you 15 times shouldn't that provide you with all the information you need to get about Him?

Following up Romney's victory in Illinois, one of his top advisers was asked about his social policies.  Here is what happened . . .



I found this particularly disturbing as every one of Romney's 15 calls were about Santorum flip flopping to the left on social issues. It seems Romney's plan is to outspend his opponents telling voters why not to support his opponents.  His adviser's comments make me wonder if the reason why he doesn't tell social conservatives why to vote for him is because he doesn't have anything to say.

Local Anesthesia?

It is time once again for six word Saturday over at show my face dot com. Today's Six:

Think Local. Drink Local. GPS Needed.

There are many unusual things about me. Here are just a few that relate to today's rant.

1) I listen to the radio quite often.
2) I pay attention to the commercials.
3) I notice discrepancies between fact and error (in advertisements and other programming.)
4) When I notice these discrepancies or abnormalities, I talk back to the radio as if it could hear me.


While I am for the most part a Chicago White Sox fan, I listen to quite a few Chicago Cubs games. A long time sponsor of Chicago Cubs baseball is Old Style Beer. For the past few years Old Style has had the advertising catch phrase: Think Local. Drink Local. They have had several different radio ads over the past few years but the idea is to tie in the Old Style product with being authentically Chicago.

This is not a bad idea, as I have been following the Cubs since the early 70's and Old Style has been connected to the team and the broadcasts as far back as I remember.

The thing that gets to me is at the end of the commercial after they have made the whole think local, drink local, pitch they announce the name of the company and where there company is from: G Heileman Company, Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

Hey! So, let's get this straight. Chicago Cubs fans should think local and drink local by buying beer from a company in a different state?

This year, the ads have been about how to "Kraeusen (the sytematic way Old Style is brewed)" different Chicago institutions. The idea is that since Kraeusening makes Old Style better, the ads tell how to make other typically Chicago things like 16-inch softball better. So when these commercials come on, I usually talk back to the radio and say: here is how I would Kraeusen this commercial, I wouldn't talk about how great it is to be local and then say: "Hey, we're not even from here."

One of the first years this campaign was on the radio, the Cubs and the Milwaukee Brewers fought for the lead in the division almost all Summer. Ironically, the company championing being local had their offices in a town where most of their residents were cheering against the Cubs.

The crazy thing is I don't drink alcohol at all. So Why does a non-beer-drinking Sox fan get all worked up about beer commercials primarily played during Cubs games? If I could answer that question, my therapy bills would be so much lower.

Now that you know that I think loco, head back to Six Word Saturday at Show my face dot com.

Random Postings: An open letter to the car behind me.

In 2001 I wrote the following letter for our family website:



Dear Car Behind me 7:30 p.m September 1st exiting Elk Grove Bowl Parking lot onto Southbound Arlington Heights,


Yesterday as my wife, daughter and I were heading home from dinner at the Rose Garden restaurant in Elk Grove we were making a left out of the parking lot of The Grove Shopping Center on the corner of Arlington Heights Road. We were joined by you on our tail. My wife, who is probably the worlds best and safest driver, was waiting for traffic on both sides to subside before making our turn.

This is when you, in your 2nd row mentality, decided that you could see the traffic better behind our minivan than we could ahead of you. So you blared on your horn, indicating that we really should be turning at that exact moment and make you wait no longer. Well, Superman, (A reference to your x-ray vision; being able to see past our car to the ongoing traffic) not 3 seconds after you honked, a northbound car barreled past us.

This means that if we took your horn blowing advice, and stuck our cars nose out in traffic, that most likely my wife, myself, and my daughter and our unborn child would be dead right now. My daughter would not have turned two today. The house in Carpentersville we moved into yesterday would have never been lived in by us, nor paid off by us, saddling our parents with grief and debt.

Fortunately, as disconcerting as your second row salute was, my wife did not go until the coast was actually clear. You, then had the audacity to catch up with us and give my wife a glare! Don't you realize, that if we did take your advice and got smashed up, you would have most likely been even further delayed than you were. When we both stopped at the light at Landmeier it was all I could do to not roll my window down and give you an earful.

This has happened to me so many times before. We live in an area of congested traffic, driving in front of people who honk the horn at us before the light turns green. If you guys are so quick on the draw, how come you generally are behind me ?

So car behind me, next time you are second in line behind somebody else: try to remember that it's not just a car you are behind, it is people!

Love,

Dave Roller

A little perspective: I sent a copy of letter to our local newspaper and they advised me it would be published on September 12, 2001. I don't believe the newspaper evcer published it due to more serious matters from that time period.

Next Time: Give me a Break