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Friday, April 18, 2014

Fed Up!

It's Good Friday.  Last night I broke my Lenten fast of wine at a nice dinner with my husband at Outback steakhouse with a nice little Merlot that I was almost sure I wouldn't like but was the least offensive wine on their list. It was delightful to my wine starved palate.  Last night I slept like a baby, happy and secure as a oenophile.

I find myself perplexed this morning.  Well, this morning more so than regular days.  I cannot understand the ability of some people to hide from reality as well as they do.  To deny all proof in your face that something doesn't work, and insist and even freakin lobby to continue doing it is nothing short of madness.  And yet, here we are.

In the past week I have had to bid adieu to several scientist friends who simply wish to live the dichotomy that science and liberalism can peacefully co-exist.  In the same way the science and Religion co-exist, n'est-ce pas?  I have held the opinion, for several decades, that Science and God are both the search for truth in the Universe.  Religion has nothing to do with either.  Religion is a man made construct that has a veneer of God, but in truth is just as self-serving as the men who created it.

This post is not about God.  It's about self-deception.

Yesterday, my neighbor came over for a little Coffee Klatch.  We caught up on neighborhood news and kids, etc.,.  My neighbor has a psychology degree, which I respect.  I know exactly how hard she's worked for it.  She's also extremely knowledgeable about the human mind and how it works.  I decided to let my freak flag fly and told her my theory on Progressive Liberal double think, double speak and the incidence of mental illness within the Progressive Liberal population, which is higher per capita than any other demographic.  It's a fact, you can look it up.  Be sure to look up mass shootings, etc.,.

Take this example.  Vanity.  We are taught that caring how you present yourself to the world is a bad thing.  Then everything we do in our lives is based on vanity.  Our clothes, make-up, cars, living spaces, jobs, EVERYTHING is predicated upon vanity.  No wonder kids are screwed up by the time they hit high school.

We teach them stealing is wrong.  And yet we allow politicians to steal our hard earned money to give to people who do nothing at all.  All in the name of Justice.  Think about that one for a moment.  Justice has become outright theft at the point of a gun to the Progressive Liberals.

And the current administration in power is so corrupt  that literally everything they touch turns into a scandal.  If this were a Republican administration this would have stopped with Fast and Furious and yet the media run cover for the administration because they are colluding in the hopes of more access. When your journalists are nothing more than transcribers for the White House, you no longer have a free press.  You have a Propaganda Machine.  Thank you Mr. Goebbels.

Americans are incredibly ignorant because they base their political views on which ever TV news shows they watch.  We grow up being told that we are free and we can choose our own destiny and then we are told what to believe and what words to say so that we're on the "right" side.  What is truly more fucked up than that?

There are those people who are so locked into that mindset that they literally have no identity, no Id without the dichotomy.  They cannot allow themselves to even peek at reality because to do so would be to deny everything they think they know about themselves.  I know too many people who are exactly like this.  My neighbor knows ever more based on her work.

And we wonder why people take drugs trying to anesthetize themselves from the pain of trying to live that way.  Drugs, alcohol, stupid religious cults and sects are all attempts to escape from the reality that forces its way in, despite all attempts to shut it out.  The modern human being will do almost anything to avoid seeing reality.  Doubt me?  One word.  Kardashians.

It's not a leap in logic, it's actually the most straight line you will ever draw.  George Orwell saw it, wrote of it and yet many continue to deny it. Because they cannot psychologically afford to look at it for what it is.  Lies.

For whatever reason, I do not have the talent for self-deception. I feel it's bad enough that utter strangers lie to me, to lie to myself is a mortal sin of untold "badness".  I see it everyday in my peers.  Women who are firmly now in middle age and yet try to dress and act like their teenaged or young 20's daughters and compete for the same men. RAWR! Cougars unite.  You're not cool, you're not trendy or even hip.  You're in competition with your own daughters for the notice of men old enough to be your own sons because you cannot accept that you have aged.  Your sad and pathetic.  I've dropped more than one old friend for this very worst sort of self-deception.  The women don't feel better, they feel worse, and this is the killer, they don't know why.  If they looked at their irrational behavior they would know why, but just like the middle-aged man who buys a sports car and starts sleeping with girls his daughter's age, they don't want to admit it's THEM that is the problem and not anything beyond them that they can blame.

Look at the industries that have been set up to keep people from having to face reality.  Self-help books, spas, that stupid shit out in the Southwestern Deserts of America.  Seriously, the purity of your crystals is not the problem, YOU ARE.

No amount of make up, clothes, trips to the spa, amount of money you have, activism of any type is going to make you feel better about yourself until you accept YOU.  The person you are when no one is looking.  If you cannot accept that person, you need to look into your behavior and change things.  Trust me, you will be a lot happier and no longer need all the lies to make you feel better about your lot in life.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Traditional Roles

This past week Kirsten Dunst, an actress and not someone I ever considered a bright star in any system, took some heat for something she said in a recent Harper's Bazaar article.  This is the heresy she spoke.
I feel like the feminine has been a little undervalued. We all have to get our own jobs and make our own money, but staying at home, nurturing, being the mother, cooking — it’s a valuable thing my mom created. And sometimes, you need your knight in shining armor. I’m sorry. You need a man to be a man and a woman to be a woman. That’s why relationships work.
Let's get the bonfire lit, folks! Burn the Heretic!  Shun the Non-Believer!

Someone in Hollywierd thinks that men should be men and women should be women.  Holy Screaming Eagle Shit!  She'll never work again for standing up for women who believe that nurturing a family is the right thing to do.  That little bitch!  After all the National Organization of Ugly Fat Cud-Chewing Cow Lesbians  has done for her, too!

BURN HER!

But... But... Even Ayn Rand, that rugged feminine icon and individualist realized that mothering and homemaking had value.  If one wants the world peopled by mannerly, respectful people, then they should grow up in homes where these values are taught and exampled.  If you have never seen people be honest, and do the right thing, you would not recognize it when you see it.  Your honor, As Exhibit A I give you hippies and their children and today's government.  Thank you.

Never undervalue the woman who decides to stay at home and make a safe home for her husband and children and teach them the right values.  She will teach them to value themselves so they will never sell themselves cheaply to another person or an idea. She's not sacrificing anything that she does not want to.  Her family's happiness is not bought at the expense of her own.  She pays the price because she thinks the value is worth it and because in the end, it makes HER happy.  Imagine that!  Happy mom.  Happy husband.  Happy kids.  Damn, we can't have that, can we?

You know what the great big lies are?

  1. Only women can be the nurturers.  I've seen more than one Mr. Mom who entirely loved his role and his family was better for it.  However, few men choose this route because they are genetically inclined to hunt and gather while the women are genetically inclined to stay back at the fire and cook dinner and make shelter.  The greatest unhappiness in the history of man has been people trying to "break free" from their genetic inclination thinking it will make them happier.  They weren't unhappy with the role, they were unhappy with themselves and convinced other people to be unhappy as well.  Now, tell me what the greater sin is, traditional gender roles or hawking unhappiness as the panacea?
  2. Women sacrifice their happiness by not having a career.  Bullshit.  Bull-fucking-shit.  I've worked and I've stayed home and for me, personally, I like staying home and taking care of my family much better.  The biggest unhappiness in my life was when I let others tell me what I needed to be doing. All of those people responsible are mostly dead now and that's all I have to say about that.
  3. Patriarchal Society?  Oh please! Shut your fat, ugly, lesbian trap and stop playing the fucking victim.  Skank.
  4. Children are a drag and ruin your life.  Please see the above.  If you consider yourself virtuous for killing an innocent child or for screaming for the right to do so, I have a shot gun that needs suck starting.
  5. The world would be a better, war free, unicorn loving utopia if only women ran everything.  Shut up you delusional, fucktarded asshat.  Have you ever been in a gaggle of girlgoyles?  A bigger group of backbiting, vicious vipers you will never meet.  It's the main reason I don't have many female friends.  I cannot stand the fucking drama queens. Oh and No. 3 also applies to this.
So most of you folks out there decrying Kirsten Dunst and what she said, take everything you are saying and writing and screeching and stand in front of your mother and say that.  Stand in front of your children and say that.  Stand in front of the mirror and say that.  The reason you fucking harpies screech and scream is because you really do want The White Knight to come charging in on his steed and save you from yourself. Then what? Do you stand and screech at him about how he's victimizing you in saving you?  Save yourself, bitch. But, don't stand there screaming at the person who saved you because you were either too lazy or too stupid to do it yourself. And those really are the only too reasons you have for not doing it yourself.  There is always a way and just because you "choose" to do nothing doesn't make your virtuous.  It just makes your fat, stupid and lazy.

I sacrificed nothing in raising my children and taking care of my family.  They and their happiness make me happy and trust me, I will do ANYTHING to maintain my happiness, except purchase it at the expense of another.  Put that in your crack pipe and smoke it.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Tick Tick Tick Tick

I think it's overwhelmingly clear, when you look at the entire picture, that the Obama Administration's hastily crafted house of cards is crumbling in.  Let's review just a few of the scandals and horrors staring them in the face to date, shall we?

  1. Obamacare - This abortion of a ppiece of legislation cannot work, but that won't stop the Dem's or GOP from trying to "fix" it.  Repeal, do not replace, just enact interstate insurance sales and you "fix" almost every problem with all sorts of insurance.  Wow, and I don't even have a PhD.  Can't help you with the professional malingerers who will never pay for anything themselves, though.
  2. IRS Bullying of Conservatives - This past few weeks revelations of how Lois Lerner personally sought to bully and destroy the TEA Party groups applying for 501 statuses has been a real eye opener into how this administration has tried to use all arm of the government to silence any political opposition.  If you don't think that once contempt charges are dropped on her lap that she won't start singing about who in the White House gave her the order to start this (as the lib kids say, this was not an organic happening within the IRS).  I think once she's taken the mug shot and it's up on Drudge we can expect her to understand that to sing is to get a deal.  This goes up and is very Watergate worthy, and yet I don't see Hillary up on the Hill asking who knew what and when did they know it.  She's too busy getting shoes thrown at her.
  3. Eric Holder's Department of Justice - Let's see, his DoJ is so corrupt and so exacerbating that Fritz Hollings had to bring in a pork loin BBQ. (H/T to Rush for one of my favorite parodies).  First there was the dropping of Voter Intimidation charges against the Black Panthers because only blacks can be intimidated at the polls.  Thanks to J. Christian Adams for bringing that to our attention, and then, let's see, his failure to investigate Benghazi, the IRS, himself, Fast and Furious... The list continues as more comes out.  Mr. Holder sure can put his law degree to good use when he has to defend himself before the Senate and Congress.  Make it a joint think.  I understand that Holder knows all about those.  This department is an oily, unctuous mess of cronyism.
  4. The EPA - Think this past week in Elko, NV tells us all we need to know about this useless bully in DC.  It was created via Executive Order in Nixon's stupid attempt to appeal to the hippie kids, and it can be removed via Executive Order. They are nothing more than jack booted thugs for the Communists anymore, hell bent on land grabbing and giving land to big time Democratic Party contributors.  Better watch that Harry Reid, if you're even aware of what the law is anymore, you just broke it.
Those are the big ones, right now.  The voter fraud, under the table payments, abject bullying of anyone who speaks out against Dear Leader is running rampant in the halls of power.  Everything they do in trying to flex their weak political muscle is ending badly for them.  Two shootings at Fort Hood which they have vehemently to do anything about but call it workplace violence instead of the terrorism it was, and everything else is piling on the American people and they honestly can't understand why we're not just tucking our tail between our legs and taking it. To be honest, even during Watergate there was not this level of incompetence and corruption going on in DC.  They honestly believe that they are bullet proof.

So go vote from the roof-tops, my friends, and nuke it from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.

Monday, April 07, 2014

Stick To What You Know - Redux

So anyway, while I was out enjoying my rest and relaxation with two of my favorite people on this planet, I returned to a blog post by Matt Walsh that actually, quite literally, made me stand up from my desk and applaud.  The blog post was about the recent resignation of Brendan Eich from Mozilla (maker of the Firefox browser and Thunderbird e-mail app) because he gave a $1000 donation to the Prop. 8 initiative in The People's Republik of Kalifornia some years ago.  If you're typical of most Americans I will have to inform you that Prop. 8 was the attempt to amend the People's Republik of Kalifornia's Constitution to make marriage between a man and a woman.

ZOMG!  He hates gays!

No, I can't say that with any degree of knowledge, because I've never met the man and he has not published any articles or blogs that detail his views on gay marriage.  I would presume from his rather generous donation that he loves marriage between a man and a woman, though.

So, what happened is that some gay online dating site published, last week, news that Eich had donated to Prop. 8, so every screaming gay out there demanded that Mozilla fire the brand new CEO because he hates gays.  Now, as Walsh points out, they didn't have any proof that Eich hates gays, or beats them up, or doesn't hire them based on their sexual orientation, they just had one donation, years ago that proves nothing more than Eich believes in traditional marriage.  They offered no argument whatsoever, just began their baseless attacks and demanded his firing.  Which they got.

So, that's not enough, now the fucking idiots are demanding that everyone uninstall Firefox as their browser.  So I point out, being a very tech savvy person, that not using Firefox is not an option for me.  I refuse to use Intarweb Exploder and Google Chrome is the best data mining program disguised as a really bad browser yet written.  This is the thing, folks, a lot of people who work with browsers use them for way more than logging into YouTwitFace. Most of us who work in tech use our browsers for our works and most applications will not run in anything but IE or Firefox.  They are the most popular browsers and therefore applications for web based worked (everything other than logging into YouTwitFace) are written to work within those two browsers.  That's where the market is.  Why the fuck do you think there are not a ton of games and programs written for Apple computers?  Because most people use PCs!

I cannot just drop Firefox, despite it being a huge resource hog, because most of the apps I use to work don't work in Opera, PaleMoon or any other half-assed browser that never got finished out there. (I use Opera on a Linux server because it's a server, not an apparatus that logs me into YouTwitFace.)  I use several apps within Firefox that assist me in my browsing work that keep my machine safe.  I cannot work and will not work without them.  So suggesting other stupid browsers that don't work half the time is not an option for people who really work on their computers.

And that gets me to my final thought.  Most people on this planet should not be allowed anything resembling a computer and that includes a cell phone, smart or just as retarded as they are.  Listen to me carefully.

You people are stupid.  It's not bad enough that you're stupid, but you think that you're not and you try, constantly to tell me about things I know a lot about and you don't.  STFU!  When you have any idea what I do on any browser, and why I'm doing it that way, then you can offer a suggestion.  Until sit down, shut up and continue drooling into your Froot Loops.  For the most part, most of you knuckle dragging, mouth breathing idiots are lucky to get through a fucking Twitter post without fucking it up, so perhaps you'll forgive me if I don't take your unwarranted, ignorant advice about how I should do things I actually know about.  When you can tell me the difference between Pascal and Fortran and why no one in their right minds ever WANTED to program anything in Delphi, then you can suggest alternates.

Until you join my very small circle of friends who know as much and more than I do about computers, programing, networking and security, THEN you can school me on browsers.  And, until you can explain to me in excruciating detail why your PC or laptop runs like crap all the time, and how best to clean it up, then perhaps, perhaps, I might listen to how stupid you are for clicking any link placed before you, why you feel this overwhelming compulsion to visit unsafe sites, open unsolicited attachments in your emails, and why, as a barely evolved ape-man you feel the need to touch any sort of technology, then maybe I will listen to anything you have to say that makes sounds like words.

And, if you want to talk politics while you're at it, you may be trainable.

Addendum:  Chris Cannon, the head of the OKCupid site that published Eich's donation to Prop 8 and demanded people boycott Mozilla products gave tons of money to the Utah initiative for their attempt to keep marriage between a man and a woman.  In the spirit of FULL DISCLOSURE.

Sunday, April 06, 2014

A Little R&R

I spent the weekend in Houston with my besties this past weekend.  We didn't have anything special planned or did anything in particular but wait for an internet install.  We just wanted to get together and they were reading my new book. Yes, my besties are my Beta Readers.  They shoot straight with me because we've known each other forever and know any criticism is constructive.

I think it's what I like best about our weekends together.  We can just sit around, drink, eat junk food and watch movies together, like we did this past weekend or we make plans and do a whole spa weekend thing together. For all of us, despite our status in life, it's a weekend together with no adult supervision.  No husbands, significant others, no kids... well, my daughters are always invited, but rarely get to come with us.  I missed going to see both of my girls together this weekend for my youngest daughter's 20th birthday.  The besties were a bit "three-sheeted" and we were all a bit stuffed from eating bean dip (world's best and secret recipe territory) and the comic book hero movies just didn't stop coming.

Just means I need to take another trip real soon.

Every now and then, especially when you've finished something big, you should take time to breathe.  My friend Sharon taught me that. She's going through the whole mess of selling her house and moving and she takes time to tell ME to relax. She'd fit in with my other besties, I think.  I bet she'd love our weekends together.  Makes me smile just thinking about the mischief we get in to, mainly because of my big mouth.

I got to hit the big city and even maneuvered around like I lived there again.  Houston is not the city I grew up in anymore and I don't recognize any part of her.  So it's like meeting an old acquaintance again that you didn't really find interesting at a dinner party after many years. You have to get to re-know them and their troublesome children all over again.  SheJack, I'm lookin' at you, heifer.

It was cool and rainy after I got there.  Is spent the entire drive down grousing that I hadn't ridden my bike, and the drive coming home, crawling at 40 on the highway, thanking God that I hadn't.  I got to relax and burp amongst people who get me and have always gotten me.  And that is why our weekends are so precious to me.  I don't know if they are as precious to my friends, but they mean everything to me. I love them so much and they mean the world to me because they know me so well.

What's embarrassing is when one of their mothers call during our weekends and we get to hear about past, teen-aged indiscretions.  I really think their is a statute of limitations on anything we did at age 15.  We were too young and stupid to be held permanently accountable.

Monday, March 31, 2014

County Tax Assessor-Collector's Office

My son's car has been broken down for, what we in real life like to call, a very, very long time.  He had basically driven the thing into the ground.  We put it into the shop at in February and found the head gasket had blown and the head needed re-planing. Since my husband and I were paying for this, I found the need to know exactly what was wrong.

So anyway, the shop doing the re-planing got behind in their orders and our mechanic just got the head back last Thursday.  They call us on Friday afternoon to give us time over the weekend to sell a kidney and make sure the kid gets car insurance and the car registered (a very, very long time, remember) and we can pick it up. Great.  Hello?  Kidneys R Us?

So my son buys insurance and we head down to the County Tax Assessor-Collectors Office, which used to be all "Buddy" Skeen, but now no one knows who holds that office because you no longer make your check out to a convicted elected felon. We wait in line because it's the last day of the month (or I would have put it off 'til morning) and finally get called to the desk of a woman who had taken a break in between her last customer and calling us up to her put of despair.  Evidently, as she tells us, she has a nice who has some sketchy health problem and had to go to the hospital and she's worried that she hasn't returned any texts or phone calls.  While she's telling us this she adjusts her body no less than four times. It was like looking at a bowl of Jell-O that had not set properly.  At the same time she's trying to read the VIN (say VIN Number and I will slap you) and then tells us it's wrong.  OK, my husband texted it to my son this morning when he paid up at the garage, it's very much within the realm of possibility.  We give her the license tag number and Voila!  Yes, my husband had fat fingered it.  Everything is in order and then after we listen to more family and hospital nonsense she tells us that she can't issue the tag until tomorrow, because the brand new stinkin' insurance doesn't go into effect until midnight.

First person who says "but those are the rules" will lose protruding parts of their bodies.  He has to pay extra for the car not being registered and not being on roads for over a year.  Yeah, he has to PAY his road tax for NOT using the road for the past year or so his car has been garaged. Secondly, what if he'd been deployed and had his car in storage and just got home today to buy insurance again and could not get another day off to come down to the fucking office to pick up a gorram sticker?  It's less than 10 fucking hours away lady! TEN HOURS!  Then she tells my son he needs to get his driver's license updated to his new address and then... and then... TELLS US TO HAVE A NICE DAY!

That's the biggest bureaucratic fuck you yet.  You just made us wait in line for nearly half an hour among people who smell like fucking cabbage, cooked fucking cabbage, can't function without their cell phone, and who want to do illegal things, real illegal things with car titles (that cop wasn't there for nothing, honey).

So I had to wait in line, then listen to your fucking redneck family history, watched you adjust your body fat all over your chair and your desk and you basically tell us "Fuck You! Have a nice day!"

Die in a fire!  You could have easily done a solid and moved on, but you decided to be a bureaucrat. That's fine honey.  I actually do know your boss, because I'm active in politics in the county, and what's more, I'm his boss, so yeah, we're gonna talk and perhaps a performance review is in your future.  You know all of those "Fill Out The Survey" forms you and your ilk have removed from around your office?  There are more of those.  But that's not important.  You smiled, you said hello, then you fucked around with us.  So, in that vein, I will damn you with faint praise, back-handed compliments and down right mediocrity.  And what's more, Judy, that is your name as you told us, I will make sure those surveys get filled out by many others who have had to deal with you and your department.

Now I know why I do my registration on line and buy years at a time. Not only do I lock in this years rates for the next 3-5 years, I don't have to deal with bitches like you who have forgotten who they really work for.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Diabetes and STFU

Having a chronic disease that is as misunderstood as is Diabetes Mellitus is much like having a new baby.  There is no end to the people willing to tell you that you're doing it all wrong and that they know better how to treat your disease.  A disease that you live with every single day of the rest of your life.  Every. Single. Day.

In just the past two weeks I have had several (more than four, but fewer than ten) tell me that I did not have to take insulin and that I could cure my diabetes by taking some nutritional supplement.  Now, they were not all selling the same supplement.  In fact, they all told me something different. But they were all as convinced as a Libtard promoting the wonders of Obamacare, that I could just stop taking insulin and forget worrying about my kidneys, eye sights and extremities.

If you are easily offended, don't like swearing or believe the Pope somehow secretly resurrected Elvis and has him in Unholy service to the Templar Knights, do not read the rest of this blog. Skip it and live forever in your mental Utopia.

SHUT THE FUCK UP. Shut the fuck up NOW.

I have not lived with this disease for the past twenty years without knowing a whole fucking lot about it.  As in EVERYTHING about it.  So, if you want to get down into the weeds about glycolysis and amylase and gas exchanges, things only studied by serious physiologists, then SHUT THE FUCK UP.  If you don't have a degree in medicine, physiology or biochemistry, SHUT THE FUCK UP.  If you don't know that there are many types of Diabetes, then SHUT THE FUCK UP.  If you don't know what insulin is, SHUT THE FUCK UP.  If you cannot point to the correct side of your body where your pancreas is, SHUT THE FUCK UP.  If you cannot correctly identify an Islet of Langerhans cell under a microscope, then SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Most of the regular world and Type II Diabetes world can also SHUT THE FUCK UP.

I know, I appear slightly peeved, but I have been pushed to the limits of the ignorant, unadulterated SHIT I have been forced to be polite through in the past few weeks.  You people are stupid.  Not just stupid, you're dangerous.  I take four fucking shots a day, and then prick, squeeze and bleed four more just to test my blood sugar.  I rarely have fingertips that are not in excruciating pain because of all the testing.  You people have no idea that when I say no to a fucking sweet drink or dessert it's because I have nothing left to sacrifice for that treat.  If you think I'm being rude, then think for a fucking minute that I HAVE DIABETES.

So, let me explain it to the fucktarded asshats out there who think they know this disease better than I, a person who actually suffers through it.

My body does not make insulin.  They don't know the reason why, I have no family history of diabetes.  I come from a sickeningly healthy family with longevity and health on both sides.  Apparently I am the weak link.  Now, sugar, or glucose, is the gasoline that fuels yours body's cells.  However, the gas cannot get into your cellular tank because the gas cap (receptor) is locked.  Along comes insulin and unlocks the cap and the gas gets into the cell where it provides you with energy to be alive.  In you do not have the cap key (insulin) you run out of gas and the build up of gasoline (glucose) in your blood stream causes a condition known as Acidosis and you die.

So yeah, you really, RILLY need insulin to live.  And right now, STFU that you know someone who ate an herb and it all went away or God as my witness I will find you and kill you.  Yeah, still angry.

Now, insulin is made in the pancreas by the Islet of Langerhans cells.  They produce insulin that goes out into your blood stream and opens up the gas caps as fast as the glucose comes pouring into your body, or stores the glucose in fat cells for when you need it.  This comes to why the stupid out there think you can't eat sugar.  It's not about what you eat, but how much, you fucking retard.

We are limited to a certain amount of calories per day.  Take any Type 1 diabetic into a grocery store and off the tops of our heads we can recite exchange units, calories per exchange and exactly how much of anything we can have at any given meal.  Don't even get me started on balanced.  Only fucktarded nutritionists or people trying to sell you supplements give a flying fuck about a balanced diet.  That's only something that appeared in the past 100 years and all we have for it are a bunch of lazy, fat fucks who want to live forever and tell me how to treat my disease.  Yeah, really still angry.

Now, I can have a candy bar. And, depending on the size and caloric quantity of that candy bar, I have to sacrifice something else in my diet for that meal.  Many times it's my bedtime snack.  Fuck eating an apple when faced with the same calories as chocolatey goodness.  STFU and hand me that Milky Way.  So, if you offer me a sweet drink or a gooey treat and I politely decline BACK THE FUCK OFF.  It means that A) I don't like your offering or; B) I cannot handle any more calories with the insulin currently in my body and I am unwilling to take yet another shot just to comfort your tender fucking sensibilities.

So, if you are not a medical doctor, a PhD in physiology or biochemistry, don't presume to tell me about my chronic disease and how you know "the cure" for it.  Why do I know it's bogus?  Because, like every single diabetic out there I pray daily for a cure.  I pray that they will find a way to get us back to normal so I can eat a scoop of ice cream without guilt or worrying about my kidneys.  I want to walk barefoot in my grass again, or even inside my fucking house.  I don't want to worry if my cat scratches my leg, about whether it will heal or if I'll end up having to have it amputated.

SO IF THERE WERE A FUCKING WAY OUT OF THIS DISEASE ALL OF US WOULD HAVE ALREADY BEEN CURED.

So shut up telling me how I'm doing it all wrong and if I just ate this or that I'd be cured.  I won't.  But, you can give money to the ADA for research.  You can educate yourselves on diabetes and the various ways it's treated.  But most of all, you can just shut the fuck up and stop talking about something you know nothing about.  I'd like to get through ten minutes in a row without thinking about my disease.