Mike Pence and mysogyny accusations 

Just the day before the 2016 presidential election I told my friends  I feared that this election was like two toddlers fighting over a single ice cream cone.  The loser was going to fuss.

This has proved true beyond my wildest imagination.  And since 80 percent of the national press was unabashedly on Clinton’s side of the ice cream fight, the tantrum that has ensued has been both instructive and embarrassing–watching grownups with real jobs behave like the stepsisters in Cinderella.

Nowhere, and I mean nowhere, has this been more apparent than in the sly criticism of Mike Pence’s diligent faithfulness to his wife, and as an extension to his family and his community.

I dare to say that given their druthers, Bill and Donald’s family would have benefited from Pence’s honor rules.

So to call a man mysogynistic for honoring his wife seems to be a bellwether of the ice cream tantrum situation–better to call up down and left right than to report real objective news?

It seems that way.

The American public deserves better.  So does Pence.  If more men followed his rules, women in this country would be safer.

And as journalists in places like Russia and Mexico pay with their lives for their autonomy and journalistic integrity, ours have devolved into middle school bullies.

Hell in a hand-basket?

A basket full of deplorables:

they say love is in the eye of the beholder

Whatever the heck that means

But what about deplorable?

Is that open for interpretation as well?

Or is it etymologically and irrevocably anchored to hell?

To white, doughy, affluent men who use their power and money to force themselves on teenagers?

Or white, doughy, affluent women

Who malign child rape victims to 

Free the perps sooner,

take their campaign donations by the hundred million

Buckets full of baby parts

Littering the sterile field

Capitalizing on

the saline burn, scissor beheading

Of minority


And female fetuses



where there should be babies