Presidential Erotica: The Rising of the Caucus

My Dear Sillies,
   The more things change, the more they get more strange.
This is to say, I'm back to Berning for my man. (I did give up, but he never has. Thus, how dare I? Plus, he and I -well, it's personal).    
   The "female" in my rhyme, the one who does nothing for me, is a different one this time around -- 4 years later (Warren). 
   Yet caucusing is on the rise (I think. I never understood those things). However, I do believe that we're hard pressed to talk about it shamelessly. Embrace it. Coddle it. Bring it out in the open, and do so with pride.

   Keep a smile, and be naughty. It's the only way through the madness. Plus, of course, chocolate. Lots of it.
Love you.

Berning up in California! Loving My (our) Bernie Sanders

My Dear Sillies,
   Whatever your politics, we all have big hearts and want the best for humankind. That said, how can anyone not admire Bernie Sanders' perseverance? I'm ashamed to admit, I gave up on him a while back, believing he was duped and that his ship (which perhaps pre-dates the Mayflower) had sailed. 
   But my Bernie is an unstoppable warrior. He never gave up. He never strayed from his vision. So I'm back to publicizing my love for this world wonder.
   Guess what! Bernie Sanders visited Chico and Paradise, last week. I didn't see him, though many of my friends did. I'm still cherishing my memories of having met the man two years ago. I even had a date with Bernie Sanders. (Click link at end of this post for photographic proof.)
   Senator Bernie Sanders is so omnipresent that you can find him in many forms.
   Here's one:

Outfits include: basketball and track uniform, Vermont garb with snow shoes, flannel shirt and bottle of maple syrup, guitar player, SNL costume, birdwatcher, filibusterer, and a superhero.

Let's see what reviewers have to say:

5 stars great fun for Sanders supporters -- Bernie with a multitude (15) of fun paper doll outfits

For Bernie supporters who can't let go of the dream this is a great gift or self-soother -- and it's really fun.   

She read my naughty mind.

One disappointed customer ~
3.0 out of 5 stars Very disappointed, good quality and I love Bernie Sanders. You called these paper dolls, they are not. Nice collectors item. Wish Bernie was wearing those empty clothes. The only way these would be paper dolls, you would have to cut them out of the heavy paper. Be more clear. They were for my granddaughters. Make another "book" with Bernie in those clothes. Make a real paper doll collection for kids. Thanks, Love my Bernie.

 Me too, sweetheart. Try the self-soothing method. 

And the Bernie Sanders Chia Pet ~

Five Stars

funny...can't wait to cover his head with seeds. fast shipping

Perhaps my favorite review of all time:

Nunya Bidness

1.0 out of 5 stars Oh man, not again...

Ordered Bernie, received Hillary.  

For more Bernie fun, see photos here of my date with Bernie Sanders in 7/17.

I just love my Bernie. 

Summer Erotica!

My Dearest Sillies,
   I hope this isn't too much. I mean, not only because I've posted this 3 or so times already, but also because one of us is wearing too much. Try as this Jewish gal did, the Pope refused to remove some layers. I even told him "Don't worry, hon. You can keep wearing that Jewish beanie." He looked perplexed and offered up some prayers. I don't understand that - but, hey, if it makes the Pope feel better, it's all good. Right?
   How are you? If you're already hot (and you are), I hope this doesn't cause heat stroke. Stay hydrated, and stay silly.
   Love ya.

Halloween Erotica II, More Candy Porn

 

Dear Sillies,
   One is never enough, right? Here's Halloween Erotica, II for ya.
   And a repetition of my annual announcement: When shopping for Halloween candy, please follow one and only one rule: AVOID ALL THINGS HERSHEY. They haven't changed their evil ways. Hershey supports child enslavement in the West Indies - where it gets its chocolate. But there are plenty of healthier options (raisins, granola bars, or closing the door and shutting the lights).

   Please be well. Be safe. Be naughty. Be nice.
   I love ya.

My Date with Bernie Sanders

My Dear Sillies,
I hope this finds you well.
Thanks to a generous friend, who set me up with my dream man, I had a date last week...

Here we are, me and Bernie Sanders (Action Figure) pressing up against my chin flab - we'll call it some form of necking. Yet Bernie was a perfect gentleman.

He didn't drink, couldn't reach the straw.

Below: If anyone knows how to manage a lemon, it's my Bernie.

  

And the highlight of the evening: Bernie picked up the check. Such a gentleman, my Bernie!

Bernie Sanders, my (and his wife's and some of the world's, but most importantly my) love, still fighting the good fight. #ForeverBernieSanders #Resisttheorangemofo

SUMMEROTICA

Dears,
Times are anxious, sad, angry, and this country seems to have lost itself. I wish I had a new inspiring poem for you, but I don't. We still have each other, though. There are too many thoughtful, loving folks in blogland alone, to ever feel alone. I appreciate and love you all.

Summer starts this week. I touched up this oldie but hottie with some photographs and stuff.

Take good care of yourselves, and stay out of the heat...or enjoy it.

#Bernie Sanders and Robyn Engel, Yesterday's News & A Future To Believe In

Dear Sillies,

Remember two posts ago when I jokingly displayed a fake Bernie sighting? Well, be careful what you joke about; it may come true. And the truth is way better than fiction.

On Thursday, June 2, Bernie Sanders visited Chico State University. We'd be allowed entry to the event at 5:30pm. I arrived, the tenth person there, at 12:30pm. As hours passed, the growing crowd was very kind. We bought each other snacks and shared shade; weather reached into the triple-digits. One woman distributed poster boards and markers. I made a poster: Berning in Chico!

   My good friend, Silona, wrote: Post Menopausal Women for Bernie!   

 

Time passed, newscasters showed up, saw my sign, and asked me for an interview. They interviewed a number of folks, and I'd ultimately land a spot at the beginning and end of the news-bite below! I'm posting all the links and such, because I don't know if it's posted correctly. You should be able to click on the picture. If you need to, you can copy and paste the link into your URL bar to see it too.


http://m.krcrtv.com/bernie-sanders-supporters-excited-for-northstate-visit/39879526

Bernie Sanders supporters excited for Northstate visit

krcrtv.com|By KRCR

But wait, that's NOT ALL! After getting through security, I made a mad dash towards the podium. I soon found myself in swarms of people already claiming their spots as close as possible to a fence that would protect Bernie from thousands of fans.

I made my way to the second row. Then begging commenced: "Excuse me, can I have two inches of the fence, please? I won't block your view, I promise." I kept asking for a few inches.* (*We know I've done that before). My pleas were met with "No! This space is for volunteers," long snippy lectures, or -at best- "You can stand next to me, but not in front." Mind you, these people were approximately 1 to 1.5 feet taller than me. I wouldn't have blocked their view had I carried a mid-sized toddler, large banana, or your standard golf-cart on my shoulders.

I persisted, inch by inch, however. Eventually, I gripped the fence. But the people who pretended to scoot over for me insisted that I ask people on the other side to also move a bit. Really, Berners?! If you weren't resting both elbows on the fence whilst towering over me aggressively, there wouldn't be any issues now. Would there? Socialism, peeps! SOCIAL-ISM! [I ended up claiming all the inches I needed - my L.A. native capitalistic, corporate greed 4'8" ferocious mentality and all.]

The show began. Sarah Lee Guthrie played inspiring music. Susan Sarandon spoke with poise and smarts. She's GORGEOUS, and she wore pink tennies too.

Then came Bernie Sanders!

We shouted after every reasonable, passionate, earnest thing he said. And everything was all of that. He didn't look at his hand-written notes. He spoke eloquently for over an hour about our need to end racism, corruption in government, misogyny, fracking, huge college debts, etc.

At the end, Bernie Sanders walked along the fence. I got charged at by the swarms of people trying to shake hands with him, but I stood my ground (literally and figuratively), and then, it happened, my friends. It really happened. Bernie Sander's hand took my right hand. His handshake was warm, loving, compassionate, yet very firm and confident. I proclaimed "I love you!" I really did. Bernie heard me and looked at me, mouthed something, and kept moving through the crowds.

I can't guarantee it, but I'm fairly certain that what Bernie Sanders said in response to my expression of love was "I love you too, Robyn Alana Engel."

To my American friends, if you'd like a suggestion on which candidate to support, I have one. 

To all, be well, and keep smiling. 
I'll do the same.
#BernbabyBern!