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Sunday, September 27, 2015


As I began my morning, just like any other, perusing information, I came upon a question in an Objectivist forum about ambition. Evidently the person who had a misunderstanding about ambition was from Great Britain, that Utopia of the Welfare State, so it is perhaps understandable that they didn't "get" ambition.  Why would you when you're provided with everything cradle to grave?

It raised a question in my mind that no one has been able to adequately answer in my fifty years on this rock.

Parenthetically, for those of you wondering why the sudden exposition on Objectivist thought, I am stuck in a scene in the new novel, so keeping with my admonition to write something every day, this is my writing until the Muse is back from her booze cruise or I figure out how to move the story forward.

I have always noted that the Looter Class always project their fears and characteristics when they screech about anything not in the Loot and Scoot philosophy.  Take the Free Market, and I get this on a daily basis from a "Libertarian" son who mooches off me and refuses to work or go to school and is one smart-mouth comment from living in the gutter, the what I like to call the"

  1. "You can't really expect people to be honest.  People are just out for themselves." - No one can be expected to run a straight game is the theory behind this Harpie skreed.  Of course, darling, people are in it for themselves.  For what other reason would I do anything if not for myself?  However, what is best for me is that my enterprise continue running and, if I am smart, growing.  It cannot run and grow if I deal dishonestly with people.  Let me give you an example from my real life.

    I bought a washing machine from a local Big Box store and purchased the extended warranty because I have grown children in my house who have never once stopped to read directions. With six months left on the extended warranty a bearing went out making my washing machine sound like a jet engine powering up for take off during each spin cycle.  I call and put in a ticket and they sent out the local "service provider" who spent thirty seconds looking at my washing machine, never even touched it, told me a bearing was out and they they would put in the work request and get back to me within 3-4 days.  After 3 weeks I and numerous unanswered phone calls to the appliance repair people, who never told me their names or the company name, and left me with no paperwork whatsoever, and whom I had to look up online, I called the national service center to find out what was going on. They also could not get a hold of the "service provider".  Their "service provider".  That they hired and contracted to.  I was told they would get a status update and call me back within 4-5 business days.  I waited a week and then called them back, and here is where it gets interesting.

    The Service Center was able to contact a woman who didn't recognize my name (despite my daily calls and messages left with me phone number and name) but said she was on her way into the office and would check it out. I got on Google and left a very poor review for them which was one of many bad reviews by evidently anyone who had had to deal with these people and their extended warranty.  Now, the "service provider" who could not be arsed to call me back on any of my dozens of phone messages, suddenly found the bad Google review and called me back on THAT.  After evidently not reading the entire review or he would have known I was in contact with the National Service Center. He proceeded to lie to me and tell me that they had cancelled the repair and he could forward me the e-mail (for which I am still waiting) and that they had told him they would contact me with buy out offers.

    Naturally I get back on the phone with the NSC and let them know what their "service provider" had told me, which, of course, they could find no record for since they had sent approval and parts for the repair to the "service provider". At this point I, again, asked to speak to a supervisor type, because I knew the person I was talking to was not authorized to hear what I was about to loose. I spoke with a supervisor type who apologized and explained to me that this "service provider" was the ONLY one in my area.  After I read off the names of eight dealers within my area who were also authorized to repair my machine, then it went to, well, they were the only ones the local store had told them about, and therefore the ONLY ones who could repair my machine, which they evidently did not want to do, as it was work and not just a free check from a large, national company.  They are now offering me the purchase price of my washer, which I see as it should be, however I am also asking for the refund of the extended warranty price since they "would" not honor it by calling anyone else in my immediate area to simply fix the damned machine and now I will be without my matching set.

    Now, neither of the entities in this story have dealt with me honestly. What are the chances of me buying another appliance at their store and purchasing an extended warranty? None whatsoever. And, in keeping with Consumer Rule No. 1, I will loudly tell anyone I know not to deal with either of them because of this. It no longer matters that I have had years of good dealings these people, this one incident has forever marred that relationship. Because of that I will want no one else to deal with that and will therefore encourage them to take their money elsewhere.  In these days of the internet.  Think about that for a moment, and how Best Buy was forced to change many of its business practices due to entire websites set up to complain about their policies.
  2. Now, on to Consumer Rule Number 1. A person who has bought a service or good from you and has a good experience will tell another person about you but only if they know they are in the market for the same good or service.  However, if they have a bad experience, they will tell anyone who will listen (and many who aren't) about it, trying to ruin your reputation and thus your ability to bilk people out of their hard earned money.  In these days of the internet, their reach is worldwide.
 Now, if you have even two neurons rubbing together in your head, you can see where this is heading.  The local "service provider" has a very bad rep in my small town. No one will deal with them willingly and the ONLY hope they have to make a living is to work as the "service provider" for local appliance stores farming out their warranty work. When I was reading off all of the local dealers in our area to the supervisor at the NSC he was a little shocked.  I asked him if he wanted me to delve into the surrounding area for more. The local store had told them the "service provider" was the only one in the area.  The local store manager is obviously in cahoots with the "service provider" and thus you have the perfect example of crony capitalism which is not build on ambition but greed. And, if you've read my essay on Capitalism, you know that greed is the desire for something with no effort put in on your part.  It's a nice way to say theft.

In these days of the intarwebs, how long can a bad actor stay hidden?  Well, my local "service provider" only reacts to bad reviews he gets no Google. Before the information age it was easy for these con men to get away with their bad acts and chicanery. Now, the entire world can catch you with a simple word typed into a search engine.  That is the power of the market balancing itself without any government intervention. The only time it gets wonkyjawed, to use a Texasism, is when bad actors enter and try to game the system so they are making money with no effort on their part.  In other words, they are stealing from the consumers.

How does this wrap into ambition?  Easy, if the "service provider" cared to provide a service he would not have bad reviews left by anyone who has ever dealt with him in my local area. He has no ambition to better his life by providing excellent service, a service so superior to anyone else around that people are clamoring for his service.  No, he wants to be handed work by the local store manager, then do half-ass repairs ONLY when he feels like it, if he feels like it.  Either way, he gets paid.  There is no downside for him except for he may have to get his ass up out of his recliner and turn the TV off and actually do the job he was contracted to do.  That's not ambition, that flim-flam man.  He has no wish to deal honestly or he would.  He's already lied to me on a couple of occasions.  What are the odds I believe he will fix my washing machine?  Slim and none, because I already have had bad dealings with him, I don't want him in my house, ever.

An ambitious man would have A) not lied to me at any step; and B) done the work to the very best of his ability and exceeded expectations and then hope that I would call him if I needed repairs on any of the other appliances in my house.  He would have done this, made the consumer happy, in the hopes of repeat business.  Do I keep receipts because I like paper?  No. I keep them in the event I need a like good or service in the future from people who have acted well on my behalf, and in the end, their own behalf. By making my life better, they better their own at the end of the day.  They strive to meet my needs and I pay them accordingly.  I have no problem whatsoever paying someone for a job well done. I will fight tooth and nail against a bad actor, however. I see lack of ambition as a lack of will to live.  I really do.

Think of your own ambitions.  What do you want from your life?  What do you want to accomplish?  Then think beyond that.  How do you plan on achieving those goals?  Honestly or through lying and cheating?  Only one answer is right.

Saturday, August 22, 2015

It's Been A While

So I saw a post on Facebook today that I felt I needed to respond to, because frankly, I'm tired of listening to people who watched Bambi one too many times.

After reading the abject stupidity being spouted at the Trophy Hunting dentist (I despise him for trophy hunting, not because he killed a lion, there is a difference and a distinction) I felt I had to respond in a reasoned manner.

I make a reasoned, logical response to a bunch of whining, emotional people who should be taken out and slapped. I point out their logical fallacy immediately and I expect that even a 5 year old should be able to make the association.  But, no.  Once again, Liberal education rears its ugly head and I'm forced to deal with people who should be standing in a corner eating paste while shitting themselves.

You will note, I'm not even trying to be clever, just state the facts.  They don't care about the facts. Whining and Puling indeed. And in typical Liberal style, they start out telling me what I should and shouldn't do, because, you know, I'm not smart enough to figure it out for myself.

Honestly, they cannot react in any sort of rational manner, it's all emotion with these idiots.  Who the hell never even argues without first looking up the facts?  Here they are if you are blessedly unfamiliar with Cecil the Lion (Jesus, naming a wild animal).
  1. A Detroit dentist trophy huntard filled out all the paperwork the officials in Zimbabwe told him to and hired two guides to help him kill a lion as a vacation.  To each his own.  I don't judge.
  2. The guides, brothers, lured Cecil off the reserve where he lived and lured him to where the huntard was waiting to pop a cap in his ass.  (I can speak in the parlance of the brain dead!)
  3. The American Press immediately glommed on to the story because their chosen, Hillary Clinton had managed to get herself in a bit of e-mail hot water, and in true wag the dog fashion, would not let up on the story until every single person in their idiocracy was foaming at the mouth while chugging Gatorade.
  4. When an AP reporter tried to get outrage on the ground in Zimbabwe there was a big resounding, "What? Who?" and thus the journalist, who had never been trained to be objective because he was taught that you could not be truly objective because you view everything through your own prejudices, didn't know how to react when asked the questions he should have been asking, posted the story and AP touted it as a Page 18 blurb, because the narrative could not fall back on Hillary.
  5. The government of Zimbabwe arrested the two brothers who lured Cecil off his reserve, as well they should.  They did something illegal.
  6. The American Justice Department made a show of trying to hammer the dentist, but they can't really do anything because he broke no laws.  He was not the one to lure the lion off he reserve, his guides did.
Let me be crystal clear here, I don't condone or even like the idea of trophy hunting.  It reeks of penis measuring and I am secure that mine is always bigger,  Not a superiority complex, it's just confidence in ones self. Something those libtards who responded might want to take a bite out of.

The people didn't even know that the dentist couldn't be prosecuted or "deported to Zimbabwe".  That's how amazing, horrifically ignorant these people are.  They weren't aware that the country of Zimbabwe makes a lot of money and GDP from big game hunting by foreigners to keep their wild animal population under control.  As you can see, one pea brain there blames hunters for the animals killing Humans when regular prey is scarce.  One even misunderstands the term Apex Predator.  To be honest, I laughed my way through reading the ignorant vitriol being heaped upon my person by these mental midgets.  One has to wonder how they manage to dress and feed themselves.  From the looks of things, they've forgotten how to breathe for themselves for too long at several points in their lives.

My religion was called into question and then of course, the emotional plea, did I know what happened to the buffalo.

Come on folks, if you are an adult and don't know that, you are perhaps the biggest moron on the planet.  The self-hatred, ignorance and abject, mouth drooling stupidity illustrated in just this one post disgusts me.  I believe we will have to totally write off all GenXers and Millenials as TSTL and move along, trying to teach youth logic, reason and that you don't fucking name wild animals.

Monday, June 29, 2015

Questionnaire To Be My Next Husband

With the recent SCOTUS ruling on gay marriage, we know it's only a matter of time before polygamous relationships must also be recognized.  With that in mind, I am having candidates fill out a short questionnaire so that I can whittle the field down to find my 2nd husband and, depending on how far down the rabbit hole goes, a 3rd husband.

My short list is Karl Urban, David Beckham, Antonin Scalia (our love may now speak its name), João Magueijo, and Patrick Stewart.  As you can see, it's a brainy, arm-candy, sense of humor list.  And, let's face it, I can take Posh.  Unfortunately Denzel Washington did not make it because he's already married and very secure in that marriage and let's face it, he's so damned pretty.  He may get a questionnaire depending on how well my short list does.

And with that in mind, on to the Questionnaire:

1. Please check all of the following Monty Python movies you have seen and know by heart:
    a. The Life of Brian
    b. The Holy Grail
    c. The Meaning of Life
    d. Yellowbeard
    e. Jabberwocky

2. Please list all Guy Richey films you have seen.

3. Are you willing to discuss theoretical physics at the dinner table?
    a. Yes
    b. No
    c.  Theoretical What?

4. Do you ride a motorcycle?  This is not a deal killer, just a litmus test for open-mindedness.  No pressure.
    a. Yes
    b. No

5. Do you cook?  If so, what can you cook?

6. Can you grill?  If so, gas or charcoal?  Can you smoke meat?

7. Do you have a working knowledge of firearms?
    a. Yes
    b. No

8. How do you feel about beach vacations?
   a. Take them
   b. Leave them
   c. Define beach

9. What are your views on living away from most of society?
    a. Just call me Grizzly Adams.
    b. Ah, hell no!  I'm an attention whore!
    c.  I had a friend online once.

10. Do you do much entertaining?
    a. I can't imagine life without a before-party and after-party.
    b. I socialize a little but big parties aren't my thing.
    c.  Does entertaining require me leaving my man cave?

11. Do you read books outside your area of specialty?
    a. Yes
    b. No

12. Compare and contrast the social impact of Venture Bros. vs Aqua Teen Hunger Force.

13. How are you at hot rock massage?
    a. I've heard of it.
    b. I have super-sensitive hands.  I can barely hold a dinner roll.
    c. You've seen my Youtube video.

14. How important is travel in your future plans?
    a. I plan on seeing everything on this planet!
    b. I've traveled so much, so often.  I never want to see an airport for as long as I live.
    c.  Does coming out of my man-can count?

15. How well do you get along with other men and probably Alpha types in close proximity on a day to day basis.
    a. No can do, it's Fight Club and on like Donkey Kong.
    b.  Love my bros!
    c. I'm not really into the whole social thing, so I don't really know.

16. Are you in to shopping so I don't have to?
    a. I'd rather be impaled then drawn and quartered.
    b. Online shopping is it!
    c. I love to people watch at the malls and I get texts on department store sales!

17. Do you like camping?
    a. Yes
    b. No

18.  Are you allergic to shellfish?
    a. Yes
    b. No

19. Conversation is easy.  Silence is hard.  Do you feel the need to fill the silence with inane chatter.
    a. Yes
    b. No

20. Essay:  What so you bring to the relationship?  Remember, money is not in question.  Please be honest, this answer is the most important.

As you can see, it's very comprehensive.  Now, to get these back so I can be ready when polygamy and polyamorous affairs are legitimized by SCOTUS!

Friday, June 26, 2015

Once More Into The Breach, Dear Friends

And yet another disappointing decision to come out of the worst SCOTUS in history.  This is what happens when the only question you care about asking in the Senate confirmation hearings is whether or not you are Pro-Life or Pro-Death.

Now, let me preface this by saying a few things.  Number One, I have no problems with gay people getting married.  Not one single objection.  Part B, I don't see why the government is involved in marriage at all, anyway.  iii. It's not the job of SCOTUS to decide what is basically a States problem; and D, gay people can't procreate, so give it some time.

I know that every single one of my gay friends out there just gasped and swooned on D.  You may have knee jerk outrage, but it's true.  Through your marriage you cannot procreate legitimate children yourselves. You need a little surrogate or turkey baster help, ya know what I mean.  Marriage only exists to legitimize children say the people who say government has not place in choosing who can marry.  These are the same people who scream about the illegitimacy rate in the minority communities, too.  Can't eat your government cheese and have it, too, folks.  You cannot denigrate the institution of the family and have a lawful society, too.

Marriage is about strong family bonds, and God knows Liberals don't want that going on or you won't be dependent on Momma Gubmint for everything.  Do you really think they care about the living conditions in the ghettos?  No, they want a dependent voting block whose only reason for existing is to pull the Democrat Party lever on Election Day because they are beholden to those same Democrats for their gubmint cheddah.  Now let this bake in your noodle for a minute. Why are Liberals so crazy about gay rights when gays just want legitimacy to do the same things everyone else does and have a strong family bond via marriage and adoption or in vitro?  Liberals don't want strong families, they also don't want father figures in the home.  So why are they screaming about gay marriage?  If you've read George Orwell you already know the answer to that.

But then, after yesterday's SCOTUS decision on SCOTUScare (officially the name now in Court Documents :wink:wink:) and then hours later the decision on some People's Republik of Kalifornia raisin growers  give two completely opposite decisions on basically the same subject, subsidies.  If you read both cases, and then both decisions you come away scratching your head that in an apples apples competition, they came to two totally different conclusions, it shows that the SCOTUS has definitely become an activist court, which they should never, ever be, and were not brought into existence to be.

So again, Americans are stupefied by that what their government does and yet will again go to ballot boxes and pull a lever for the name they recognize rather than for the issues with which they agree.  And for every one of you out there saying, "Oh no!  My guy does what's best for me!"  Unless you live in Texas or Kentucky, you're wrong.  And then those states only get 50% representation because Mitch McConnell and John Cornyn are the biggest RINOs since John McCain.

So, while I am happy my gay friends can now get familiar with license forms, social security forms, DMV waits and divorce courts, I'm not happy how it came about.

Straight Up Cowardice

In less than a week the SCOTUS has managed to turn the entire nation on it's ear.  They have basically wiped their asses with The Constitution and caved in to fear.  Chief Justice John Roberts is nothing more than a yellow-bellied coward who refuses to stand up to Obama.  He's afraid of arguing the facts against everything Obama and his ilk are doing because he doesn't want to be the one person to stand up and and point out the Emperor has no clothes.

So many in DC are afraid of being the one person to use reason and logic to stand up to Obama because they don't want their name on anything in history that will go against the first Black President (he's not).  It's so stupid!  I'd rather see my name in history as the one brave person who stood up to all of the idiocy and sheer stupidity going on across the nation, than be part of the herd of lemmings that just followed them off the cliff.  But, I've always been that way.

Let me illustrate with a story straight out of my life, as I am wont to do here.

My husband and sons will not throw anything away unless I am watching them.  Finish up a carton of cokes in the fridge?  Leave it there or better yet, set it on the floor for someone else to pick up.  I've yelled, threatened and finally ridiculed them in front of friends.  I ask one question.  "What are you afraid is going to happen if you throw out the coke carton/mill jug/jam jar/bread wrapper...?"  They just look at me and shrug.  I've actually trained them in the past year to put it on the table or counter... which is about 10 inches from the actual garbage can.  I've showed them by throwing things into the trash can and illustrated that no doom fell upon me by throwing away garbage.  WTF people?  So when they say they're not afraid I always respond with, "Oh, then you're just a lazy f$ck.  Got it." And then I walk away.  I always make sure to do this in front of their friends.  Always.

Why are our elected officials so lazy?  We know they're not afraid of press coverage.  Hell, we've all seen She-Jack mow down the elderly and infirm to get her face in front of a camera.  And I know we're all aware that Lindsey Graham would sell his own excrement if he thought he'd get five minutes of face time on CNN.  So they have to be lazy.

It's because it's hard to row against the tide.  It's very hard to buck the system to which you wish to become beholden (most GOP and all Dems).  When we're learning civics in school (for those who still get those lessons) we're told that you CAN do this or that, but that it's very difficult. You can repeal bad Amendments to the Constitution, however, it's an Sisyphus type labor and hardly any of us are up to it.  And to be honest, keeping with the Greek Mythos, the one who does stand up to it, hello Ted Cruz, I'm looking at you, they will most likely be laid out for their liver to be ripped out daily like Prometheus.

With the exception of people like Ted Cruz, Rand Paul and Justin Amish, hardly anyone in Washington DC has the guts to stand up for what is right, what is logical, what is reasonable.  The rest of the politicos are nothing more than a bunch of cringing, bullied cowards, toadying to whatever the Libs tell them to do in some weird kind of Stockholm Syndrome that we can all thank Richard Nixon for.

So there is your Fundamental Transformation of America folks.  Hope you're happy.  I am not.  But I know how to make myself happy.

Thursday, May 28, 2015

Motorcycle Thugs

I live and work in Waco and I ride a bike.  I am a biker.  However, I have never joined a club, despite a desire to ride with others.  I'm not a joiner.  However, all of the bikers I've ever met, EVER, have been the kindest, nicest people on the planet.  Biker holiday toy donations take in more toys than the Marine's Toys for Tots program.  Did any of you know that?  Did you know that when a blood donation bus rolls up to any party or rally given by bikers, they are inundated?  Did you also know that among bikers, as a community there are more organ donors per capita than any other in the US?  Seriously, you can actually Google all of this info.  I knew this from the course I took to learn how to ride a motorcycle and then bothered to look it up.

You all can thank Michael Berry for this piece.  With and errant piece of stupidity I heard him speak on his show on Tuesday when speaking with some Biker's Coalition member about how 175 people jailed in Waco for the shoot out at Twin Peaks a week and a half ago are in jail, being held without proper due process and they are all just innocent guys who showed up there to talk about Motorcycle Regulation and Legislation in the State of Texas.


Let me cut through the garbage here and lay out some facts for people who are too ignorant to read simple news stories or even just talk to people involved.

There were over 300 weapons found in the Twin Peaks restaurant and surrounding area, including the Don Carlos restaurant next door.  Plus, and this gets better later on, they found more weapons stashed around the outdoor mall including up on the roofs and in the landscaping.

Yeah, this was just a meeting to discuss biker laws.

There were 9 people killed and even more than that wounded when someone decided his dick was bigger in the bathroom and both decided to whip it out and then everyone else had to whip theirs out.  Let's not forget that.

Waco PD knew this was going down thanks to informants in the FBI and Texas DPS.  They had warned the manager of the local Twin Peaks franchise nine times, to no avail.  When they found the weapons cache, the weapons were found in places that clearly show that, at the very least, the management was complicit in what went down.  You can't just walk into the storage areas and hide guns and knives and chains behind food and cooking utensils.  Yes, it's very clear management of that restaurant was complicit in this mayhem.

Now, let's discuss the 9 people who are dead and the others who didn't die.  Murder and attempted murder, and it wasn't By Cop.  This was bikers shooting, stabbing and bludgeoning each other.  Waco PD and surrouding areas merely contained it to the Twin Peaks parking lot.  Hear that Michael Berry?  Because this is the first in your lesson in chain of custody.  I had assumed that perhaps you had received that information when you went to that law school to get that degree you're always going on about, but perhaps you were absent that day, right?

With over 300 pieces of evidence to go over, not to mention the bikes siezed, to determine which instrument did what to which person, it's going to take time. This is not CSI: Waco where you get DNA results in a few minutes and ballistics without even firing the weapon.  No, we have to send ALL of that up to the forensics institute in Fort Worth and they get to go over every single piece evidence and determine which gun shot whom, then they get to try to find out who was holding said weapon when it fired the projectile that killed or wounded a person.

SINCE we don't know any of that, we have to laboriously test and determine so that everything taken to court is above reproach.  Now, you get to the $1 million bail set by the local magistrate and felony court judge.  "It's unfair!"  Please hear that in Michael Berry's falsetto voice and the way he will say something like that on his show.  WE DON'T KNOW WHO DID WHAT and until we do, because they were ALL involved in one way or another, they all need to be where we can get them when the evidence does come in, don't you think?  Also, with the Bandidos and Cossacks having heavy ties to the drug trade along the I-35 corridor, don't you think they are a flight risk?  Many of these guys don't have a permanent address.  No, I don't think it's unreasonable at all. Once it's been proved you were not involved with any of the murder and mayhem that happened at Twin Peaks, then you may go, take your bike with you.  You will note that no petitions for forfeiture have been filed in this case at all.  Please note that Michael Berry.

The local rag, The Waco Tribune Herald, a bastion of everything Baylor almost doesn't know what to do.  If it had been frat hazing at the Twin Peaks, I'm sure they already had their apology written with blanks just having to be filled in.  If it had been two highly placed Baylor administrators arrested for drunk driving I'm pretty sure that Baylor has a former law school alum on retainer all ready to fire all sorts of mud at the local special prosecutor and DA to obscure the fact that they are all Waco Christians, which actually has nothing to do with real Christianity.  Consider them the Muslims who stand mute while fundamentalist terrorists within their religion do reprehensible things to the rest of the word in the name of their God. 

The Waco Trib, as they are affectionately known in town, are now publishing sob stories about the families of these gentle men who aren't home and how worried their families are. Hey, you can visit them twice a week right down on Hwy 6 for you local folks!  It'll be almost just like having them home except, no money and now we get to the crux of it all.  Tiny ain't out making his weapons or whore deals so he's not bringing home any money.  And since we've seen how this cash economy works within the biking world, despite Sons of Anarchy, they have nothing saved to fall back on.  A few hundred or thousand kept in the coffee can buried in the back yard will only last so long and Momma's gonna have to find herself another biker to support her since Tiny's in the hoosegow for the foreseeable future because... colors.

There is a difference between a motorcycle club and a biker gang.  Yeah, look, even the spelling shows it.  I know people in both.  I hang with the club guys and smile and remain friendly with the gangs because I have no beef with you until you have a beef with me.  I don't go looking for trouble, however if it comes to me, I am prepared.  Besides, I'm sneaky as hell.

A motorcycle club is usually people like me, who love to ride, like riding with others and like to find picturesque places to ride and enjoy the view.  It's next on my bucket list, don't tase me, bro.  They show up to shindigs and rallys and have fun.  Hell, they drink beer, liquor, smoke pot, whatever.  I'm responsible for my decisions, not yours.  They usually work at high end blue collar or middle management white collar jobs, and have families, homes, and savings accounts.  Money they aren't ashamed of.  I love these people dearly.  They get me and I get them.  We don't ride into town wanting to tear things up and throw our weight around.  Actually, I'm usually looking for decent BBQ or burgers when I stop.  Sometimes, just a place to fuel up and pee.

A Biker Gang... That's a whole other kettle of fish there.  They are all part of the demi-monde that is drugs and prostitution and illegal firearms.  The saddest woman I ever saw in my life was a biker bunny.  She didn't want to be there, be with that guy, and it showed.  She broadcast it loudly and nobody paid attention to her.  The guy treated her worse than you think white folks treated slaves and nobody bat an eyelash.  Again, not my circus, not my monkeys.  If you won't stand up for yourself, why should I? She probably lived her entire life expecting Superman to burst in at any moment.  Superman doesn't exist.  Accept that and get on with your life.

This whole coalition things is a ruse.  They are completely under control by the Bandidos, with the Cossacks not far behind in that pecking order.  Yeah guys, I really believe you're getting together to discuss biker legislation in Texas.  Can you give me the number of that House or Senate bill again so I can look up the language you're worried about?  The guy on Michael Berry's radio show couldn't and didn't.  He denied that the Bandidos controlled him or his "club".  Right, Spanky, and I ride a trike. If the guy had given me something I would be more likely to believe anything he said, but as it is, I consider him a shill for the gangs.

So when the dust settles, when ballistics and forensics comes in, perhaps we'll see a reduction in bail.  Perhaps not. Consider this, who put all those guns all around that shopping center?  Who put them in the restaurant?  Even though you didn't kill someone or they can't prove the chain you were holding kneecapped that guy, doesn't mean you didn't do ANYTHING.  You're still complicit in what will easily be proved a criminal organization and RICO comes into play.  In RICO almost anything goes.  This was organized, this was criminal.  Think of it as something akin to the Clinton Foundation.

So, there you go Michael Berry. A reason why million dollar bail, asset seizure and why so many are being held in the now overtaxed county jail.  Nine dead, many more wounded and no idea who did what.  Consider it your parents sending you to your room when a lamp is broken and you and your siblings refuse to take ownership.  If the guys who did it would just step up and accept responsibility then the rest of their "brothers" can go home and take care of the whores and guns and drugs.  Come on guys, help a brother out.

Friday, May 01, 2015

Human Rites of Passage

I admit, I don't get many of the rituals around human life.  I get celebrating new life. To a degree I almost get weddings, but funerals?  Those things completely mystify me.  So let me break it down, so perhaps someone will be able to 'splain it to me in a way I can understand.


Now, before you scratch your head and think I don't see the need for marriage, I totally understand marriage. I do not, however, understand weddings.  After my youngest daughter married I made all of her siblings swear to me they would elope or head to the JP for State Sanctioned approbation.

My daughter was married on the coldest, iciest day in December of 2013.  It was a small affair with family and friends who could brave the roads.  The venue of wedding and reception had changed just days before the wedding causing me to go absolutely insane.  Exactly six months later my niece was married on a very hot day in a small church and had a very loud reception that even she did not enjoy.  Why?  Because her mother in law was having her wedding at my niece's expense.

Why on earth do we put ourselves through the hell of grand weddings since most marriages last about 5 minutes before they're in divorce court fighting over the salad spinner neither one wants?  Neither my daughter nor my niece are divorced, but you know what I mean.  In our society forever is about two years.

We feed into the myth of weddings when our daughters are little.  She'll get to be the princess and it's all about her.  How is this mentally healthy?  The wedding is not a big deal.  I've been married twice and both times I was married by a judge.  Why?  Because people are stupid about weddings.  Marriage is difficult enough without bringing in the sheer madness that is the fairy tale wedding.  Weddings are a MYTH.  You want to be a princess?  Marry a prince.  Ask Kate Middleton how that's going.

My husband and I got married by a District Court judge in our local courthouse who stepped up when the JP "forgot" he'd agreed to marry us.  This is typical of our relationship.  We'd been engaged for a year, took a trip to Nawlins and on the way home he decides we just HAVE to get married RIGHT NOW! So we went and bought the license at lunch on Monday, I made the arrangements to have the state put their seal of approval on the thing and Friday afternoon, took off at lunch and we eventually got married in Judge Johnson's office with his clerk Carla and my ex-husband as our witnesses. Then we went to eat and home for video game playing.  I can say without a doubt that we've had huge problems, but we got through because we're dedicated to each other and making this thing work.

We've been through bad times, having to work on getting our credit score up, the death of a child, and buying a new home and moving, kids growing up, going off to war, moving away, marriage and now grand-kids.  But we meet each challenge head on, united, as a team because our relationship is important to us.  Just us, no one else.  No one else cares.  So why invite everyone, accept presents we don't really need, spend money we don't have on a wedding?  I honestly believe it's all in the pursuit of presents.

Who doesn't love presents?  Everyone loves getting presents and a wedding is the perfect opportunity to get tons of them.  Who cares if you don't need 3 toaster ovens?  You got to open a present!  And since most couples have set up house BEFORE marriage these days, it's not like you need anything more.  At that point it's sheer avarice.  Thank you, but no.

So here is my advice to couples.  Get your license, get to a judge, JP or minister and just get the sanction on it and then live your lives, together.  Harness all the energy you would put into a momentary thing and put that energy into your marriage.  If you just NEED a freakin' party, have some friends over, drink some wine, make some food.  But if you make it all about the wedding, you have nothing left over for the marriage.  That is my observation.


I don't understand funerals, I never have.  It seems to me to be more for other people than for the person who is... DEAD! If it's all about closure then have a wake.  Why should the death of someone be so sad and somber?  If a funeral is anything close to being about the dead person, celebrate their damned life.  This is exactly why I refuse to have a funeral.  I want people laughing, happy, and telling good stories about my life (there are a few), not standing around moping and crying.  My life wasn't about that, don't make my death about it.

Now, first off, I don't get burial.  Burn, cremate, whatever, but stop using perfectly good land to store your bones.  It's no longer your body.  YOU'RE DEAD!

I am donating my body to UTMB-Galveston school of medicine so that future medical professionals can learn human anatomy and then my remains will be cremated and the ashes spread in the Grand Tetons.  It's not like I will ever be back in that body, and frankly, after all of the decomp over the ages, who wants to go back to that?  Jesus Christ, people, help me out here and stop being so freakin' stupid!


Put aside the stupid myths and superstition we have about death.  You will never, ever use that body again. No one in history ever has, with the exception of two people in the Bible, Lazarus and Jesus.  Unless you're them, and you're not, you don't need that body, and frankly, the living can use the land for something productive.

Just like weddings, why the f$ck do you need a grand party... WHEN YOU'RE DEAD?  It's not like you can attend.  You don't get to participate, so why is some expensive, great funeral even among the thoughts you have about the end of your life?  If your family insist on something like that, then you know it's all about them and has less than nothing to do with you.  You're dead, it's not like you'll care.  You people act like you're actually going to be there to direct and enjoy things.  YOU'RE DEAD!

I've yet to meet one single person who likes funerals. So why go?  If you didn't show the person respect and reverence while they were alive, why do you think it will make a difference when they're dead?  Are you serious?  I know what you were thinking just now and yes, you just made it all about you and what you need.

I loved my grandparents.  I loved my paternal grandparents greatly.  I never expressed this love while they were alive.  I didn't even attempt it after they died.  There was no way I could.  Because they were dead and it was too late.  It taught me to show people what I feel now, this minute, because I may never get another chance.  You don't get "one last chance" after the person is dead.  They are dead.  They can't hear you, can't see you, and really no longer give a shit. Unless you can prove otherwise, shut up now. And as proof I will need more than some ghost story or how you feel Great Nana's presence when you sit in her old rocking chair.  That's your emotion, not logic speaking.

I also tend to forget birthdays, anniversaries, stuff like that.  Oh look, I'm another year old.  Yay.  I cannot ever remember the year I got married, even though it was in 2000.  I have to seriously think about it and then I second guess myself so I have to drag out the wedding license to make sure.  The first year we were together, my husband bought me mums in October for my birthday.  My birthday is in June and I despise mums the way most kids despise spinach.  However, I get birthday presents a couple of times a year from a man who doesn't get the whole birthday thing either.  I'm not complaining.  The only reason we remember his is because he was born on the very first Hippie Day in 1970.

I guess you could say I don't really get most human rites concerning rites of passage.  I didn't have a Sweet 16 party, and my daughters didn't either.  For my oldest, we had a party at a local park and BBQed hamburgers and hot dogs for hers.  Because she's the type of person for whom these rites mean something.  My other kids are more like me.  My youngest daughter, after her wedding, begins to see the light as she prepares for her daughter's first birthday party.  My granddaughter is 4 months old.  My oldest daughter has agreed to elope and inform us after that she's married and we can do a small dinner after as a reception.  Because, she admits, it's about presents.

I don't get much except for Baby Showers.  Those I completely get.  Babies need so many things and shouldn't your friends and family really share that pain while you're busy paying off the obstetrician and hospital?  I give diapers and wipes.  Always.  Because that's what they really need.  They don't need cute clothes the kid grows out of in five minutes.  I keep giving diapers, wipes and formula.  Something the parents need, not some stupid toy you find out is dangerous the moment your kid grabs it.

So consider these things, wedding, funerals, birthdays.  Most of them are a waste of money and time when all is said and done.  I understand a need to celebrate.  Hell, I drink a beer when The Netherlands is in the finals of the World Cup, I put on an Orange shirt and  cheer like a maniac.  That's all about me.  I love it when the Astros win.  I get excited when The Texans look like they may get into the play-offs.  That's time for a celebration.  But weddings, anniversaries, and funerals?  Who needs a party? When you understand the answer to those questions are the guilty and the greedy, then perhaps you'll understand me a little better.

Wednesday, April 08, 2015

The Battle of the Lamp

Ralphie as Adult: [narrating, as Mother switches off the leg lamp] My mother was about to make another brilliant maneuver in the legendary battle of the lamp. The epic struggle which follows lives in the folklore of Cleveland Street to this very day.

The title of this one comes from the movie, "A Christmas Story" wherein Ralph Parker desperately wants a BB Gun for Christmas and his imagined machinations are hilarious.  A sub-plot in this movie is when Mr. Parker wins a lurid lamp in a newspaper contest and displays it proudly in the front window of their house.  Mrs. Parker "accidentally" breaks the lamp.

 My husband has a desk.  He's had this desk for over 20 years and it has been in his parents' home, and two of our houses in that 20 years.  It is also made of press board.  It is huge, ugly and needs to be sent to the garbage dump with honors.  He is, however, determined to find a way to keep it and fit it into his little cave he's made in the back room off the laundry room.  He says it's so that he may watch porn in peace, but we all know he's watching anime and My Little Pony. (Don't ask if you don't know what a Brony is).

Most people seeing this desk would recommend it be either burned or thrown out.  Not my husband.  EVEN THOUGH HE JUST BOUGHT A NEW DAMNED DESK.

So perhaps you see where I am coming from.  Now he's trying to say I can have his new desk and he can put that old desk in the room after all (yeah, after he scratches my washer and dryer to hell and back)!

This is the problem, I don't want that desk.  I've finally decided I want a standing or high top desk with a tall, stool-type chair.  And I don't intend to get one until I find the exact one I want and try out every chair as I've finally found a chair I like, but alas, it is a regular office chair.  I'm very picky about office chairs.  This means I cannot order the chair online because I will have to try it out.

And thus the broken lamp comes into a more clear view.  My husband's desk must now have some sort of tragic, fatal accident from which it cannot be brought back.  My neighbor and I had though that wrecking one of the drawers would be enough, but no, he thinks he can fix it because, and I quote, "That part does nothing".

Do you see the delusion with which I am dealing?  Crazy.

So today, while he is at work, I will make sure that desk cannot remain in my house.  Heavy trash pick up is in less than two weeks, it can sit in my garage with all of the other crap my husband cannot part with, up to and including empty boxes and broken lawn implements.  I know that my neighbor would love for her husband to begin taking things to the heavy trash days.  I now have a porch swing, treadmill, couch, love seat and various chainsaws, trimmers and other crap my husband left out in the yard to spoil over the winter that must now be picked up and thrown away because he finds it impossible to put things back from where he got them.

I found a pick-axe in the grass, no lie.

Way must be made for my new piano, and I see the desk as an acceptable sacrifice.