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Not Again!

When the stock market takes a 600 point dive and there is no depression and there is no war… and there is also NO REASON… EXCEPT????

Time to get out the old movie from 1997, Wag the DogSimply put it is about a President just prior to election time becoming embroiled in a sex scandal.  The brilliant spin doctor of the administration and a major Hollywood producer collaborate to create and promote a war against Albania.  This will take the heat off the Scandal and the oversexed President will be elected.

It is a brilliant movYou think I'm lying_Why would I do that_ie and ridiculously relevant.

From the door of the Saudi Arabian Embassy in Turkey, which the Crown Prince’s assistants walk through with their body saw in full view, to the Campaign of Bombs on Broadway, to accusing Democrats of doing-in Democrats.  

They’re coming at us along with every other trickster.  Wait a minute! Two weeks before the mid-term election???

This is very familiar.  Did this happen before?  Wait, let me think!  Two weeks before the election 2016, the guy from the FBI… forgot his name. Didn’t he do something similar concerning Hillary Clinton which the next day he took back… something like that.

If you remember what it was, would you remind me?

Could it be happening again?

If you believe you cannot fool all the people all of the time, please, have a good laugh, and then go out and VOTE!

Love ~ Sally-Jane

Testing Congress

It’s happening! I am degenerating!

Right before mine and everyone else’s eyes. Bit by bit, piece by piece… slowly but surely falling apart. I thought there was time left to be a degenerate. There isn’t! Whatever time I have left is only for degeneration.

Am I blue?  You betcha.

Yesterday I had an MRI. Having an MRI is not about regeneration. It is about degeneration.

It’s amazing what I put myself through only to be told I am falling apart. Sliding into a metal tube that emits sounds that can be used in any horror film. You definitely don’t want to hear those sounds when your plane is taking off. No one would need to be ejected. We’d all be running for the exit.

What was I thinking as the MRI machined hummed and belched and screamed and roared its way up and down my spine?

I’ll tell you…

Get those recalcitrant Senators and Congressmen and women… you know the ones I mean.  The ones who support power, and their next re-election and party loyalty over justice and fairness and slide them one by one into one of those machines.  Yes, it would take a while but since we have 4 more years (oh, say it isn’t so) it would be worth it.

First, I would place them all on their back in the machine.  Right there, we have a great alternative news story…

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Then, I would set up a movie camera that would play back to back Frank Capra’s Mr. Smith Goes To Washington and Meet John Doe.

Hey, someone has to remember what it was supposed to be like. It’s not as if we haven’t had congresses that played only by their own party rules…of course we did. But there was always someone who would listen… someone you could talk to… someone you could have a dialogue with. And not by digging up dirt or threatening to reveal secrets.  Someone or someones who would break the log jam of ego and party bigotry.

Hello!  This applies to both parties.  Please get out of your own selfish way to make room for a better world.

Oh, how the mind doth progress and regress… I began this by writing about my degeneration… in short, known as aging.  Well, I think my aging, my degeneration, my being blue is being helped by this Congress’s lack of responsibility to the citizens of this country.

No matter what my party affiliation is, I do not see anyone of either party moving towards (here comes the dirty word) compromise or meeting to work out solutions instead of creating more problems.

I do not expect this reconciliation to come from an executive with the lack of experience and comprehension that exists in his administration. After all, his entire career is based on creating conflict.  His name and reputation were made because he shouted and… Oh, yes, almost sounding like the sounds of the MRI.

I don’t know how I did it.  But I am ending this blog how I began it  with my journey to get an MRI…

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Sense or nonsense!  I’m glad I am still here to try and make a difference.

Love, Sally-Jane

What Goes Around Comes Around

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History doesn’t repeat itself, people do…

It is 1867.  Andrew Johnson, being Vice President under Abraham Lincoln who was just assassinated, is now president. A war that claimed 620,000 lives, north and south, is over.  But is it?

The legacy of Lincoln’s life and death, the emancipation proclamation, and other laws and legislation, is under threat.  His vice president is a conservative southerner.  Yes, Lincoln played political football, too.

He placed a southerner on his ticket to help his election at a time when he thought it might lead the south away from a secessionist movement.  It didn’t.  And now, Johnson has become the darling of the conservative southerners. He is dismantling Lincoln’s legacy brick by brick and he is now, as president, doing something that will make at least the death of any union soldier superfluous.  He is refusing to give the black man the vote. He is blocking the process and progress of the reconstruction of the south.

That’s all the background you are going to get.  For details go Googling.

The point I am making… yeah, yeah, I know, come on already… what is my point?

Politics is confusing.  Believe me, politics is meant to be, if nothing else, confusing.  In confusion there is opportunity to tell a story that has little to do with fact or truth.

Those of us who fear that the hard won changes we have achieved over the last years will be wiped out by the grandstand grab of wealthy white men, please take note.Use your brain to descramble the confusion and the tricks.

Look, I started this blog with the given, “What goes around comes around.”  However, I think when it goes around to come around, it can get a little better, even if Tevya in Fiddler on the Roof would have said, “Of course, it can also get a little worse.”

Hey, that’s Life!

Wait a minute! I have a great idea! You want to stop feeling lost and alienated and hopeless?  This Saturday, January 21 get on a bus to Washington, D.C. or go to your town square and stand up and be counted.  I promise you’ll feel better!

I know I’m right! Right?
Of course, RIGHT!!

Love, SJ

Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder…Yeah, Yeah!!!

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I am depressed.  This morning I spoke to an intelligent and warm hearted woman.  We were discussing the Democratic National Convention.  For me, the only convention that promises “something” for women and children and men who like women and children.

 

Out of her mouth came, “Isn’t it a shame.  If Hillary were attractive people would vote for her.”

Hillary not attractive???  That must make me Godzilla’s twin.  I knew for sure the age of plastic celebrity had truly arrived.

If you are a woman and you want to be elected President, you have to have a TV show where you belittle and fire people or you have to be surgically enhanced to look “attractive”.

I don’t see the multitudes carrying on about a man with a little extra weight, a balding pate, wrinkles, tired eyes, socks that don’t match, jackets that don’t button anymore.

And as long as I am on the subject of trying to be someone other than who you are, what is it with the media who insist that a woman be all things to all people.

The commentators took Hillary over the coals because her speech didn’t knock it out of the park, was the phrase they used.

It reminded me of some stories about Abraham Lincoln.   According to reports, his voice was high and nasal and boring to listen to.  With the media on his case, aren’t we grateful print was the sole media of the day, he never would have been elected President.

We only has his printed words to know what kind of man he was as President.

We live in an age of presentation.  It’s as if we were all chefs arranging platters of food to please and make it appetizing.

Never mind what it tastes like or if it is healthy.  If it looks good it must be good.  This was how Lucretia Borgia took care of all those husbands.

I think people cannot handle real reality.  Look at the women leaders around the world.No!  Don’t look.!  LISTEN!

And women…stop it!  Stop asking a woman to wear the mask of acceptability not from what she says and what she stands for but for what she LOOKS like.

And furthermore…

Beauty and being beautiful and wanting to be beautiful this is not new. I am reading Claire Harmon’s biography of Charlotte Bronte. Charlotte characterizes herself as an homely, plain girl.  All the Bronte girls wrote about being plain women.

Agnes Grey, the title character of Anne Bronte’s book, “triumphs over the tyranny of being judged on appearances but the problem lingers in the reader’s mind long after the happy ending has been arranged.  Although Agnes knows that it is foolish to wish for beauty, “nevertheless she can’t help wishing she had some, if only to avoid the isolation or, worse, “instinctive dislike” that unbeautiful women constantly encounter”.

Enter Hillary Clinton?  You have to be kidding…

The Road Less Traveled: aka Life Without a GPS

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How old do you have to be before you are too old to run away?  Well, don’t ask me.  I was born with the urge to run away and I have a feeling I shall die wanting to run.  It’s in my DNA.

I think it might have something to do with my immigrant grandparentage. “The Cossacks are coming!  Everyone out of the shtetl.”  That’s another Blah Blah Blog.

With this election there has been a lot of talk,”If so and so is elected I am leaving the country”.  I sympathize.  Interesting though, wherever I run I take me with me.

My first adult run away was in 1996.  I was 63.  I was divorced.  That had happened years before.  As divorces go, it was not acrimonious.  We were married 27 years.  The “use by” date on the marriage had expired.  I am not being glib.  There was pain, disillusion, disappointment and most of all a surprising deep love.  I think most of us have learned, usually the hard way, that love is not all.

Then, I had a very intense love affair with a man for 13 years and in 1991, after a long illness in which I was his caretaker, he passed away.  Why didn’t we ever marry?  I could try to give you an answer but since I make it up as I go along my answer would depend on which day you asked the question.  Relationships… can’t live with them, can’t live without them. The last year of his life was important as I was confronted with something that most of us do our best to avoid…Death!

And my most important urge to run came in 1996, when the last of my three daughters married.  I think it is only human as long as the child is not married you are still the “Mommy”.  You have some place to go, something to do, and mostly something to say.  Empty nest? Shmempty-nest!  That too is another blog.

The divorce, the death, the last one married – it was time to run away.  With the help of friends, I rented a house for the month of August in Gascony (Southwest France) and a flat in London for September.  Did I want to be an American in France or an American in England?  Wherever I went, it was clear, I was always going to be an American.  I ask too many questions.  I am too direct.  I am emotional.  I explain how I feel.  Years of therapy can do wonders in some places and make you a pariah in others.

I loved my time in France and on August 31st as I was flying from Toulouse to London, Princess Diana’s car crashed and all in the car died.  I arrived in London as Princess Diana’s death rivaled coronations, weddings, and Edward’s giving up the throne for the woman he loved.

As an American, I watched as a country we think of as quiet and reserved, erupted into an emotional frenzy.  I began to keep a diary.

It is now 20 years later,  I am still divorced, without male accoutrement, all daughters still married with children.  And, TADA!! I’M STILL HERE!

In a recent move, I found the diary.  Moving has to be good for something.  I read it.  Don’t ask me how… yet… but the Princess Diana tragedy was strangely linked with my own journey.  I am still trying to puzzle out just what that connection was and is.

So what has this Blah-Blah to do with the title:  The Road Less Traveled aka Life Without A GPS?  Well, my dears, I am going to take the time to edit and write this story and what form it will take, I know not.  The road is unfamiliar and unknown.  I want to give it my full focus and attention.  This means I am going to step away from performing my shows, dare I say, “for now”.

I have been performing since I was in the womb.  My mother was exhausted after delivering.  It difficult for me to say this, but my performance at Edith Wharton’s The Mount in Lenox on May 12th is my final East Coast appearance.   (There’s a Santa Fe show in early September).

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Please, no weeping and tearing of clothes.  As a Diva, I have the privilege of doing as many farewell performances as custom allows.

And I shall always be available for special weddings, funerals, Bar and Bat Mitzvahs.

In the mean time, I am waiting to hear from Donald Trump about doing a show for his final rant before he leaves the political arena….FOREVER…please!

Love ~ Sally-Jane

P.S.  CD’s and DVD’s of past shows are available at a discount rate.  They are sold out on Amazon.