I really can’t stand Hillary Clinton.

I didn’t want to start hating her again, like I did when she was up against Obama. I wanted to maintain the equilibrium and continue to think that there were two viable, decent candidates for the Democratic nomination and I just happened to like Bernie Sanders more.

But just like with Obama, as the race goes on, Hillary’s true nature – that of a soulless shrew with no moral center who has naked ambition where her heart should be – shows, and I end up hating her goddamned guts and wishing she would shrivel up and blow away already.

And that goes for her supporters as well. I remember how they attacked Obama by calling him “an uneducated black man” when the dude went to Harvard and graduated with honors. That’s just about as educated as you can get. Gee, ladies…. racist much?

And now you have Madeline Albright, someone I had a lot of respect for, trotting out her “there’s a special place in Hell for women who don’t help other women” line in support of Hillary, thus implying that women who don’t support Hillary are going to Hell. Gee, Maddie, I thought us liberals were against all that fire, brimstone, and guilt stuff.

So I guess either we liberals are for that kind of thing now…. or you’ve stopped being a liberal.

But far far worse was someone I idolized, Gloria Steinem, saying that the young female supporters of Bernie Sanders are only going to his rallies to meet boys.

That hurt so bad. It’s such an ignorant, thoughtless, and insulting comment that it would be bad enough coming from anyone, but to hear it from someone I considered to be a wise and intelligent leader and my favorite feminist EVER was like a blow to the heart. With that offhand comment, she attacked millions of young American women, suggesting they have no actual political agency and no real convictions, they just do what their hormones tell them to do.

That is the exact opposite of feminism and it wounds me deep to see someone I think of as one of the founders of modern feminism as well as one of its brightest and most cogent articulaters spout such venomous nonsense into the political discourse of modern liberalism.

That alone is probably the biggest factor in why my disdain for Hillary has turned into burning hatred. I am incapable of hating Steinem. But I can hate the woman whose ambition led to her trying to collect feminist endorsements in order to buttress her entirely undemocratic and intellectually poisonous claim that women should vote for her just because she’s a woman.

By that logic, every Jew should vote for Bernie. Right Hillary?

At least I can take some comfort from the fact that there is no way this sort of thing can actually hurt Bernie’s chances. In fact, they only strengthen them, because just like with Obama, Hillary is up against someone with absolutely unimpeachable integrity, and it is clearly driving her nuts because she had no real mud to fling at him so whatever she concocts bounces right back at her without leaving a mark on Bernie Sanders, who, like Hillary’s husband Bill so long ago, just has to stand there and keep cool and let his attackers damn themselves with their open hostility and naked agenda.

This is doubly true because Bernie refuses to say a single bad thing about Hillary. That must be driving her up a wall and down again.

I can’t help feeling like the Hillary versus Bernie struggle has really illustrated the split between real liberals and the liberal-ish. Everything Bernie stands for is rock solid liberalism and there is no good reason for any real liberal to support Hillary over him. At this point, her entire platform is basically “um, same thing as Bernie, but with a vagina?”. She not only has no personal dirt to dig up and fling at him, she can’t argue against him on policy either. She knows that just won’t fly. His platform is just too popular. Everything he promises would genuinely make the USA a better place to live (and, frankly, finally bring them up to par with the rest of the developed world) and is favored by a majority of Americans of all political stripes.

She can’t argue against it without drawing even more attention to the fact that she is way too cozy with the one percent. That’s why she refuses to release video or transcripts of any of the talks she gave to behemoths of evil like Goldman Sachs over the years. People who were at one of them said she praised Goldman Sachs to the high heavens for all the good work they do, practically sucking their collective cocks for a cool quarter million bucks.

Talk about a happy ending…. or should I say, money shot.

So it was hilarious in a tragic way that she responded to questions about these talks by saying she would reveal all “just as soon as all the other candidates did, including Senator Sanders”.

To which Bernie replied by instantly releasing a full transcript of a talk he did, as well as his fee, which was $500, which he gave to charity.

Take that, you bile spewing harpy. I am sure you tell yourself that everyone who doesn’t like you is a sexist Republican who hates babies and kicks puppies, but the truth is, there are a lot of people who see through your political charade and see that you are a horrible person with no true convictions, just an all-consuming ambition and a willingness, even an eagerness, to degrade, dismember, and destroy anyone who gets in her way.

What we need are people who can get close to her via town hall events and press conferences to ask her pertinent and seemingly harmless questions designed to provoke her well documented mean streak by questioning her integrity. All it would take is one moment where her eyes blaze with fury at the questioner and she looks like she wants to eat them alive to sink her chances forever.

And the best part is, she would know she had done it to herself.

I will talk to you nice people against tomorrow.

Favorite White Spot. Favorite table. Let’s do this.

Good gravy, am I hungry. Been undereating again. It is always a product of my struggle with eating when I have no appetite.

The part of me that knows I have to eat or suffer the consequences gets corrupted by the mindless resistance to eating sans appetite saying “Well okay, we will eat, but surely we don’t have to eat as much as usual, right? We eat too much anyhow. And hey, we can wait a little longer to eat…you know, just long enough that you will get involved in something and forget?”

And the next thing I know,  my blood sugar is dangerously low because I haven’t eaten in gen hours and I feel like an idiot.

I have a fascinating meeting of accents happening at a nearby table. We have a young black guy with a deep American Black accent (low on consonants, high on extremely articulated dipthongs) meeting a British lady in her fifties with a Pre-chav working class London accent.

And I think they are on a first date. How cool is that?

I have never heard either accent live and in the wild, so to speak, so I cannot help eavesdropping. My ear automatically orients on the unusual and fascinating accents, so I cannot help but hear snatches of their conversation.

Black dude is a band that does Motown covers. Bitchin’. I was just tested on that earlier today.

Yes, today was test day in History of Popular Music. And of course, I knew it would be today, but of course, I forgot, so of course, I did not study.

And that will cost me marks. I can only hope that whatever angels of luck and test brightness that got me through the multiple choice Psychology exams last semester were with me today.

I am out and about today in order to cash my cheque. (OMG, you think. So that is what the title is about! What a clever writer.)

Normally, my cheque arrives Wednesday and I cash it Thursday,. But this month, it didn’t show up til today, Friday. So I decided that I would go out and get it cashed all by myself.

You know, because I’m a big boy now.

Black dude is having a culture issue with the White Spot menu and their definition of “pork chops” as opposed to what he expects. He has my sympathy. I had trouble with West Coast menus at first too.

Well, my meal is over, and I am tired of typing with one finger.  Seeya when I get home.

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Home now. Hmmm, only 433 words. Felt like a lot more. Damned one finger typing.

Anyhow. Black dude.

The problem was that, where he comes from, pork chops are cooked a certain away and come smothered in fried onions. The kind White Spot makes are cooked some weird trendy way and come with sauteed onions. So I am thinking this poor guy ordered the one thing on the menu that looked familiar to him, and it turned out to be totally weird and, to him, inedible.

The White Spot people were totally cool about it, though. They totally comped him.

He will have to work through it like I did. At first it was a culture shock, then I merely resented it, then I learned to read the menu with an eye toward figuring out what the “normal” food was and what to ask the server if you are afraid that it might be booby-trapped with weirdness.

Of course, I am a sophisticated West Coast diner now. I even try entirely new things sometimes, which for me is a big deal, as I have been a conservative eater my whole life.

It’s weird, though, that I adapted to Mexican food pretty much instantly when I lived in Silly Con Valley, way before I ever set foot in White Spot. I suppose that might have been because it was all entirely new to me, so I had no expectations of how it was supposed to be.

Whereas the menus up here in the GVRD are full of that “comfort food with a twist” type things that sound like you will like them but they add some weird thing to it and ruin it.

In an odd way, it makes me want to open an Acadian food restaurant here in the GVRD, just so I will be the one familiar with the cuisine and everyone else will be all “WTF is a fricot?”.

It’s chicken soup….. WITH A TWIST!

It’s only just starting to sink in now that I have no class next week. I dunno what the fug I am going to do with all that time. I know I will finally do that deep dive into my course descriptions and try to program as much as I possibly can into my calendar, along with a ton of reminders to make SURE I don’t forget to do and/or study things.

But that’s like…. three hours work, max. The rest of the time? Dunno.

Well, there’s always video games. I got this slick new computer just waiting to play some current-generation games like Fallout 4. (I will have to catch up on 3 too. ) But contemplating a week of doing nothing but wasting my life and my potential on video games depresses me greatly.

So I dunno. Maybe I will conceive of some sort of fun project for me to work on. Or maybe I will finally get around to buying some Splenda and flour and getting back into baking. Or maybe I will go completely insane and macrame myself a twenty foot maroon cocoon and live inside it forever and ever and ever.

Or maybe I will just vegetate through the week like I vegetated through most of my adult life. Blogging and oblivion and waiting for the next thing to happen.

Or maybe I will figure out how to rescue myself from the brutal, biased butchery of my inner accountant who destroys my love before it can be born.

It could happen.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.