It All Falls Down in BookThree: Flight Log 2016

This is absolutely ridiculous.

Woke up this morning planning to mow the lawn (meaning, we’ll need to buy a mower). We’ll need to have a place to store it. We do have a garage, not connected to the house. But we don’t have the door code. BUT… there is a side door. So I decided to see if my house key would work on that side door. I left out the back door and realized… the back door lock looked different than the front door lock. THEY ARE DIFFERENT LOCKS. In short, I have a key to my own front door… but I don’t have a key to my backdoor. I don’t have a full set of house keys! God damnit. Something else to add to the fucking list. Go to the garage… the side door? Not only doesn’t have a lock… it doesn’t have a functioning door! Just a broken flimsy door hanging by ONE hinge. How is this beautiful home such a fucking hovel?! So I step into the garage… and it is full. WALL TO WALL with shit… broken wood, old appliances, dead furniture. FUCK! Our basement is full of worker’s shit; our garage is full of worker’s shit… and we see a worker LESS THAN ONCE A WEEK! Our list of shit to fix or finish is getting exponentially larger by the day and we can’t get a worker in here on a consistent basis… and of course, still no AC!

So… I’m pissed. Wife is trying to calm me down on the HOUR LONG DRIVE to the nearest town where we can buy a mower and a desk. Because Wife wanted to finish the office upstairs and all we need is this one desk we’ve decided on. We get the mower okay, then go to Office Max for the desk. We flag someone down, tell them which desk we want and they say, “I have to grab that exact desk for someone pulling up who already paid and then I’ll be right back to get yours.”
Well… guess what. The one that left? THE LAST ONE OFFICE MAX HAD ANYWHERE! Literally. They checked the warehouse, the other stores… the desk no longer exists. Now… I’m getting just fucking steamed. My county is an offensive awful joke of a place that doesn’t care about justice, citizens, or doing a good job on anything… my house is a bloody hovel that I can’t get anybody to do anything about… and now more shit just coming down the pipe. FUCK ALL. So… Wife is asking if I’ll be okay doing some kind of multi-table-hobbled Frankenstein bullshit. No. No, I’m not okay with that. I have had a desk since I was 7. Now that I have a real lawyer job… I’m not going to say “Nope, my home office doesn’t need a desk.” What the fuck? Anyway… Wife picked up some cube things before we left because we’re trying to figure out how to set up a different room. On the drive home, I’m still pretty riled up. I mean… honestly?

Then, as we enter Tiny Town again… I see a large (several) sign(s) saying “re-elect Representative Steve King” and/or KING FOR CONGRESS. And… are you fucking kidding me?! So… that is the kind of people I’m living with/near. Assholes who think Steve King should keep his job, simply because he’s a republican. Never mind the man is known for saying the following items.
(1) “We could also electrify this wire (on the border) with the kind of current that would not kill somebody, but it would simply be a discouragement for them to be fooling around with it. We do that with livestock all the time.”
(2) In addressing the famous Republican Rep. Todd Akin quote that the female body has the ability to prevent pregnancy in cases of incest or statutory rape, King told a reporter he’s never heard of a child getting pregnant from statutory rape or incest. “Well, I just haven’t heard of that being a circumstance that’s been brought to me in any personal way.”
(3) “Harry Reid can defend those ghoulish and ghastly and gruesome practices that Planned Parenthood is advocating along with child prostitution and illegal immigration. He can play defense on that.”
(4) “Unicorns, leprechauns, gay marriages in Iowa — these are all things you will never find because they don’t exist.”
(5) “Eskimos got along all these centuries without fruit and vegetables.”
(6) “So we just asked them, under oath, “are you a vegetarian?” And they confessed they were vegetarians, all of them. Well there they are with an agenda for our diets…I eat recycled, concentrated, enhanced vegetables in the form of meat.”
(7) “110 deaths is not alarming to me.”
(8) “When the legislation that passed in the farm bill that says that it’s a federal crime to watch animals fight or to induce someone else to watch an animal fight but it’s not a federal crime to induce somebody to watch people fighting, there’s something wrong with the priorities of people that think like that.”
(9) “If there is a sexual predator out there who has impregnated a young girl. Say a thirteen year old girl; and it happens in America more times than you and I would like to think. That sexual predator could pick that girl up off the playground at the middle school and haul her across the state line and force her to get an abortion to irradiate the evidence of his crime and bring her back and drop her off at the swing set and that’s not against the law in the United States of America.” (By the way, it is VERY illegal in the United States of America. He should know that. This comment is so ridiculously idiotic that I could not let it stand alone)

Steve King has only ever openly stood for three things: (1) Anti Gay legislation; (2) Anti-Abortion legislation; (3) Anti- Equality legislation. And he wins in this district.... every… single… time. Not to mention the fact that, according to every metric that DC has… Steve King is the least effective Congressman currently in office. ZERO of his proposed bills have ever been passed. ZERO. That means that Steve King has never even successfully proposed where to eat for lunch! (Exaggeration for point making reasons). But… the fact that he’s NEVER done anything effectively as a Congressman… compared to his rationale-destroying hatred for Homosexuals, Abortion, and Females… is why this area loves him. And that just riles me up MORE!

I mean… since April… I have been in a town smaller than my High School. Working a job I don’t understand in a county that honestly doesn’t care if I do my job well (or at all). Under corrupt, selfish politicians. Living in a Shit Shack like a homeless person. Surrounded by Trump Supporting, Antiquated, Technology Fearing octogenarians. What helped keep me going was thinking about getting my own house. Get to the house? The “move in ready” is actually really fucking not move in ready. So… after two months of this? I’m pretty fucking sick of it. That being said… Wife suggested I mow and she’d put the furniture cube piece together… as in my state I’d likely lose my cool.

Well, I start mowing… grass that hasn’t been mowed in a YEAR. Finding loads of animal feces and a possible literal ton of other people’s trash. PLUS… our sump pump line? They never buried it. Essentially, they put a handful of dirt over it and called it good. So the mower ate the living fuck out of that plastic piece of shit. And proceeded to eat a bunch of large stones hidden by the epic amount of grass.
An entire yard that looked like this

Turned into this

So… the day was pissing me off and both royally depressing and aggravating me but at least mowing rather exhausted me a bit. I walk into the house… to hear wife scream a blood-curdling-rage-scream and then I watch a piece of wood sail across the living room. Wife had glued a dowel into the wrong hole and “ruined” the cube furniture piece she was working on. She was fuming. I was too tired to deal with it; so I actually sternly yelled (like a parent)… “Take a time out!” She started yelling and trying to explain why her rage was justified and I said again, sternly, “Take a time out! All of that may or may not matter; but you need to sit quietly for ten minutes. Right now!” ::eye roll:: Because… this is what I need. (sarcasm). I’ve been in Tiny Town for two months; working this bullshit job; dealing with criminals, politicians and assholes. Wife has been here less than a week and she’s throwing a tantrum? For fuck’s sake.

Well… the requirement to take a time out… helped. She figured out how to solve her issue and finished the cube piece. Because of course she did. Which is why she’s weird. Because… if it is ANY negative emotion… she has no problem expressing it and expresses it wildly. But things like love, support, attraction… she claims she feels them; certainly doesn’t express them the same way… and typically needs a copious amount of alcohol to even stumble upon an attempt at expressing it.

So… that’s my life. Anything that I was looking forward to? About a job… a home… my wife coming to live with me… yeah. Things I was looking forward to and hoping would be great? All seem to suck. So… see yesterday’s entry. Even when I try to make the right choices… even when I’m hopeful… even when I try to be positive… it all turns to shit.