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Wednesday, September 17, 2014


One of my favorite songs by Shinedown (yes, I like Shinedown, sue me) is their song Bully, from their CD Amaryllis.

Forget the fact that Brent Smith is just about the hottest hottie in rock music today and listen to the lyrics.  They are not saying lay down and take it.  They are not telling victims to appease the Bully, they are saying, put a stop to it once and for all by stepping up to it.  Progressives don't get that because they are so busy bending over for anyone they feel is stronger than they are, that they really don't get standing up for yourself.  Really? Why else do you think they are all for repealing the 2nd Amendment?

Progressives are like Loki trying to free us from Freedom.  We have to be like the old man in the Stuttgart crowd and tell them, "There are always men like you!"  Because, let's face it, Bullies are as common as dirt and even easier to shake off your shoes, because at the very heart of it, they are weak, scared and easily faced down.

Progressives are bullies.  Doubt me?  How are we supposed to feel about the NFL or disciplining your child this week? If you think it's OK to spank your child and feel that our woes with youth today stem from non-spanking idiots, what exactly are you being told everywhere you look right now?

Feel Obama is a train wreck of an executive?  Racist.  Feel Congress and the Supreme Court are the perfect foil to Executive branch overreach?  Cretin Neanderthal.

Who calls names?  Bullies call names.  Who coerces?  Bullies coerce.  Who tries to make you do something you don't want to do, something you know is wrong by telling you it's not wrong?  That's right, bullies.

I've been bullied exactly twice in my life. Not because I'm such a bad ass, I can assure you of that. But both times I did exactly what my dad told me to do and I hit back.  Then, as I grew older I learned more stealthy ways to get back and bullies that left no bruises, no fingerprints, but plenty of damage nonetheless.  I've made it something of an avocation.

I don't like bullies.  It stems from my stubborn refusal to allow anyone to make me do what I don't want to do.  And, in my formative years, that included my parents insisting I muck out my bedroom.

Progressives are trying to tell me how to speak, what to think.  Homey don't play dat.  They are the true bullies and you see grown men who play a brutal game like football allowing them to  define their lives.  Grown men who watch football are allowing a bunch of feminized pansies to tell them how to be good husbands or fathers. Good according to the bullies.

So here is my message to the bullies.  Bring it on, bring it to me.  Because, and please, trust me on this, I will bring it to you and I will not be polite or even diplomatic in how I shove your own shit down your throat.

This message brought to you by an American woman who doesn't like the NFL and wishes she was not slapped in the face with it every 5 minutes by people who believe in No Score games.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Where I Am Today


I don't do regret.  I never really have. Because everything that I have done has brought me to where I am today and made me the person who sits here writing this blog.  And, I will be perfectly honest, I like the person sitting here writing this blog today.

Don't get me wrong.  I regret loving carbs so much I am looking at having to lose 30 lbs.  Stuff like that is normal for the human condition.  But regretting lost love or missed opportunities and spending my life "what if"ing is a stupid way to spend your life.  I don't spend a whole lot of time looking back, despite the number of friends I still have from my school days.  It means I liked those people before any of us knew what we would be and I still like them and they still like me... Or tolerate me at any rate.

I could regret not studying as hard in school as I did.  But, I don't.  Because I was easily bored I was lead down paths I would never have even seen if I'd stuck my nose only where my instructors told me.  I do not regret my horrific marriage to the father of my four children.  Because it taught me to completely appreciate the man I met and married years after the divorce.  A man who appreciated the me I was then and loves the me I am now.  I got lucky, extremely lucky, and no matter how crazed he can make me in his absent-minded professor worst, I never forget that.

I could regret studying a field I was mildly interested in as a child, instead of following what I was truly interested in at college age.  However, my hobby has proved much more intensely satisfying on this side of the fence than if I was forced to publish or perish government sanctioned bullshit to prove their power grab due to "global warming".  Due to my spreading my curiosity out amongst all of the valid sciences I did not get pigeonholed into belief that peer review was something evil and unwanted.  I learned that questioning one's premise is a good form of a gut check.  In other words, I don't need others to validate me if I am being true to myself.

I could regret the years I spent at home with my kids, loss of career mobility and such.  I don't.  I missed so much as it was anyway, but when I did get to stay home and observe the little monkeys they were, it was rewarding.  It taught me that motherhood and keeping a home is more important than earning enough money to own a boat or go on European vacations.  How do I know this?  My daughter who is expecting my first grand-child and her husband have decided she will stay home and not warehouse their child in the petri dish of disease that is modern day care.  If my staying home and the loss of my income was such a horror, then she would have argued to work through her pregnancy and thereafter vehemently.  Some things are more important than money and creating a safe home where your children feel safe to think and speak their minds and learn is one of them.  The other is a comfortable pillow, but that's for another blog post.

I could regret not being politically active.  I know most of you think I am because of my outspoken view points, but I'm really not.  There are few candidates and ideas I've actively campaigned for other than to discuss them at a cocktail party.  However, as a child I watched the Watergate fiasco play out on nightly TV and decided early on that all politicians were crooks and liars, regardless of party affiliation.  As in most things we vote for, I voted for the less of two evils, which is still voting FOR evil.  And, once I did stick my toe in the political waters of my county I was utterly sickened.  Sickened to the point I will no longer consider either political party.

I don't want to spend my "golden" years looking back on stuff I should have done or wanted to do and didn't, so I do it.  I was 47 when I learned to ride a motorcycle, despite it being a life-long desire.  Now I want to learn to fly a plane.  I won't qualify to get a pilot's license because of my myopia and diabetes, but I will know how to do it.  You never know.

Many people say I've done so many things in my life.  That may or may not be true.  I've never rappelled down the side of a building, and I should learn that.  Again, you never know. I've never been to the top of a very tall mountain.  I honestly don't see the point in that endeavor, but I'm not a mountain climber, either.  I've never been to the Amazon Rain Forest or driven a racing boat or been to outer space either.  Those things are not on my bucket list.  I've learned to fire guns, martial arts, yoga, meditation, and how to make bombs.  Not because I want to blow anything up, but again, because you never know. I know outdoor survival in a forest and winter environment because it was taught when I was in school as a girl. 

I also know first aid, and how to make chocolate chip cookies.  I can cook and bake.  I can embroider, cross stitch, knit and basic crochet.  I can also hem if needs be.  I can make soap and candles.  I know how to light a camp stove and lantern.  I can pitch a tent, change a tire and tune up an old VW Beetle.  I can catch and clean fish.  I learned this all by doing it, because I never wanted to be in the position of needing to know it and not knowing it.  That's the way I'm made, how my brain is wired.  I don't know of many who are that way to be honest.

The only thing I would regret is being stuck and needing to know something that would get me out of a tight spot, but I was too busy being what others expected of me to learn it. So I learn as much as I can.  And that, I will never regret.

Monday, September 08, 2014

That Still, Small Voice

A nice gentleman recently posted a picture that produced an almost Pavlovian response in me because it appears so bloody obvious to me that I'm amazed other people don't see it and recognize it immediately.  I'm like Mugatu at his fashion show screaming at people, demanding if they're on Crazy Pills.  This is what the caption to the photo of a young woman in Ukraine says:
"I'm afraid of everything. I've been reading psychology books to try to figure out why. Logically, I know everything is fine. I know that I'm only twenty, and I have so many blessings and advantages. Yet I'm afraid I haven't accomplished enough yet. I'm afraid of the future. Afraid of getting older. Afraid of being alone. Afraid of having a child. And afraid of the dark. I'm really, really afraid of the dark."
I went beyond my acquaintance's observation that the woman needed to immediately emigrate to Boston, San Francisco or Austin, or create a place called Froston for all disenfranchised Libtards and grasped at the obvious, salient point of the woman's quote.
The fear that libs are feeling right now is that very soon they will no longer be able to hide their heads in the sand and ignore reality. You can ignore reality, but sooner or later reality will not ignore you and you will have to face up to all the half-said, euphemistic, and outright lies you've built your psyche on and once the bright light of day refuses to let you ignore it and you will see everything you've really "supported".

The niggling fear is the beginning of your conscious mind realizing the BS you've swallowed your entire life. The restlessness and nervousness comes from you trying to pull the wool back over your conscious mind so you don't have to deal with it. Only now you cannot because a huge rift is torn between what really is and what you need to believe to keep your mind intact.

The final step is when you look into the abyss and realize the abyss is all the lies you've believed in and screamed about your entire life. The next thing you know you're Jim Taggart bent over a torture machine screaming with the sure knowledge that you really are the nothing you've tried to become.

How's that for a psych minor? Just 3 more credit hours and I could be manipulating minds for profit!
 I have touched on this theme several times over the years on this very blog. It's the feeling that people get who cannot accept reality and build their own safe place their minds can run to despite what they see and hear.  No matter how much you hide from reality, your conscious mind knows what is real.  You can pretend, day dream, outright lie in order to insulate yourself from reality but it's there and your conscious mind knows it.  You build walls to keep yourself from it, but it's always there battering at the wall.

How do I know this as sure as I know my name and Social Security number?  Because I have a mother who has spent every moment of her life hiding from reality and her mind has retreated as far as it can go and the result is dementia. My sister and I deal with this daily and see how corrosive it is when you try to deny what is in favor of what you want to be.  Reality cannot be denied and you will pay its price despite everything you do to avoid it.  Reality will not be denied.

The edginess and anxiety our young are exhibiting is a huge sign.  For every kid on Ritalin, for every adult on Xanax you have a fluffy little wall that will not stand against the barrage of reality. Just think about it, every time you ignore the harm of Welfare, every time you ignore the fact that global warming does not exist, that we cannot control the weather, that our politicians lie to us continually and we keep voting them into office, that every policy of the past 50 years has done nothing but tear away at the fabric of our society, you are hiding from reality, no matter how much you screech and cry and post stupid comments online.

The more harpie-like people get in their attempt to hide from reality, the more it seeps in.  The more it hits them in the pocketbook, the more they quiet down.  Think of all the screechers for more government control of everything.  And then seeing them getting tear gassed or pepper sprayed by more government.  I mean seriously, does the comedy just keep writing itself?  Some days it is the only thing that gets me through.  The fact that they never identify it with themselves is so telling.

When you think about it, mental dissonance is caused by our attempts to hide from reality.  Personally, mine is caused by the fact that it's illegal to slap idiots when identified in reality.  They really need to lower the threshold for assault.

Think about it today.  Mull it over.  Let it percolate.  The let me know what you come up with.

Sunday, September 07, 2014

Sunday Miscellany... Again

I haven't blogged much because this summer has been filled with house construction, nursing a rescue dog back to health and just dealing with what life throws at you.  In other words, I've been living my life.

Recently, online no less, I have gotten into a pissing contest on two different fronts.  One is with an author I adore about ERA raising its ugly head again.  It had ten years to make it and it didn't because Americans recognize that we are all equal and don't need a special amendment to spell out that equality.  We just are.  Evidently many women who read her novels, including the author herself don't agree with me.  It's funny, the discussion never got ugly, not once no matter how much we disagreed.  In my opinion, Eileen Wilks has the best readers and online fans.  Her urban fantasy books are some of the best fun I've had between the pages.  Just because I do not agree with her on this (and I imagine we may disagree on many points of interest) she has always been gracious and explained her stances politely and rationally.  Besides, I could never, ever, get angry with someone who could conceive the character of Cynna.

Secondly I have gotten into the troll-fest that is argument about global warming.  I have to stop after I've posted every online link I have for reports on the debunking and lack of any evidence the screeching global warming alarmists try to put forth. It is not within the powers I have on this planet to make them see what clearly is when they so very badly want a crisis.  I've never understood people who are silly enough to want to work constantly in crisis mode.  They went into Rabid Frothy Mode when I pointed out that it's been proven that all of the data they use to "prove" global warming has been disproven and that no one, ever, has been able to replicate their claims with the proper data.  Peer review was such a wonderful process, don't you think?  I weep for its loss.

I have refrained from any further participation in either discussion despite many messages to my Facebook account informing that I'm stupid, inbred, a communist, a capitalist corporatist pig, hater, racist, nazi, fascist, and that probably kill puppies for fun.  How they got all of that from posting a few salient facts in any argument is beyond my powers of divination, but to each his own.  One global warming screecher even threatened to come and burn my house down while I was sleeping in it until I pointed out she was merely adding to her carbon footprint and her time would be better spent teaching polar bears to feed penguins.  I haven't heard back from her, so I'm guessing she's booking a flight to Alaska to get in before the worst of the snows begin.

It makes me think back to learning debate in school.  I was the kid who was always bored in school because I was so sure I already knew everything (I'm still that way, but now I know I don't know a whole lot but I know I can learn about it).  So when the teacher was demonstrating false arguments, I researched Aristotle and his views on language and debate. Deep stuff for a high school student but one way to get through boring English and history classes.  Since I already had a love for reading, love for language naturally followed. It's why reading authors like Jane Austen and David Mamet and Shakespeare enthuse so many readers, their use of language is exquisite.  Read a sonnet by Bill the Bard and tell me that's not beauty.

I never got so into language as to be caught in the poetry net.  I still have no use for most poetry and have bothered only to remember a few bits and pieces here and there and most of that was inspired by Jean Luc Picard on Star Trek Next Gen, and not anything shoved down my throat in school.  My love of language took the "useful" tool route.  I have used language to bludgeon idiots ever since.  I've walked away from many a verbal tussle with my opponent having no idea whatsoever that they have been eviscerated until much later or unless their Thinking Service Person is with them and explains it to them.  It's useful for PTA and School Board meetings.  I highly recommend it.  There are ways to insinuate that someone's parents are, in fact, brother and sister, without being rude or using course language.  It's a challenge that fire cannot melt out of me. (Hat tip to Bill the Bard for that bit of wordsmithery).

Way back in the 90s and the dinosaur day of online stupidity to be had at AOL's Unlimited Access, I saw a very wonderful thing said. "Never argue with an idiot on the internet.  They drag you down to their level then beat you with experience."  I try to remember that every time I engage.  When the morons make their presence known I disengage and leave them to their frothing and screeching like a flock of Harpies ruining everything around them.

Why? Why don't I try to lead them to reason and knowledge?  Because like the Ring in the Lord of the Rings, they want to remain ignorant.  Again, why?  Because they wish for death and will try everything they can to A) make someone else responsible for all of their stupidity and; B) hasten their end.

I make this point constantly, no one on this planet can control the weather, despite comic book heroes.  When one of the cretins screeches about climate being global and weather being local, they are being specious.  No amount of government control of our lives is going to make us capable of controlling the weather. No amount of screeching, protesting and littering cities with tent cities and trash is going to change that fact.  No amount of money stolen from producers to give to useless pieces of crap who live to cry and rant about anything at all will change that fact.

You cannot point this fact out to them because they really do not get it.  Because in their infantile minds someone is responsible and someone should pay and then it will be fixed, because throwing money solves all problems, right California?

It's a theory.  I have a million of them.

But the saying from the 90s rings just as true today.  It really is pointless to argue with people who cannot argue rationally and logically.  When everything you have comes from emotion you have nothing but a huge ball of frustration and no other argument other than, "Well, it feels like it should be this way."  When that is the best you've got, you have nothing.

Think about my argument against all of the "Awareness" things out there.  How is my being aware of Breast Cancer, Prostate Cancer, Diabetes or Crohn's Disease going to help anyone with those diseases?  How is wearing a bracelet or a pin or a ribbon going to help anyone?  The only answers I get when I ask this question is, "It's awareness."  I am aware of a great many things I don't like and are tragic and yet it hasn't stopped any of them from happening.  I am aware of tornadoes and yet they happen despite my notice of them.  My observation of them has not changed their behavior despite all the laws of physics.  So awareness has not helped.  My awareness of White Slavery has not slowed that industry down or stopped it.  I am aware of drug abuse, child abuse, drunk driving, POWs and KIAs, teenaged stupidity and a whole host of other things and my awareness has yet to stop any of it.  Why?  Because awareness does fuck all in stopping anything more than teen-aged necking in cars.  Action stops things, so instead of buying a pin or a bracelet, research a good organization who is actually researching or doing things and give that money to them.  You don't have to be personally involved to be helping. I've handed out bottles of water to firemen putting out brush fires near my house. That doesn't mean I put out the damned fire.  I just made the firefighter's lot in life a tad easier by being there with water when they were hot and tired.  Just because you bought a bracelet from some do-gooder idiot does not mean you're curing cancer.  You're not even making cancer research easier.  You're just feeding your own ego.

Politics is just too confusing for me right now. There is so much going on and all I can think about is just nuking DC from orbit, because it's the only way to be sure.  Clean sweep the city and start all over from scratch.  I'm so sick of everything going on there and everyone being so damned stupid about it.  Back in the 90s I used to joke that I would run for president and clean up DC.  That will never happen until you get term limits. Keep a very tight leash on anyone who has aspirations of this idiotic concept of dynasty building or just club them to death, either works for me.  People like John McCain, Dingy Harry and Nancy Legosi should be clubbed like baby Harp Seals on live TV as a warning to others who think to live their life in the pursuit of power.  Power corrupts and nowhere more so than in Washington DC.

I guess I can expect another visits from men in suits.

Like I said, it's a theory.  I've got a million of them.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Gun Grabber Anxiety - Dealing With The Anxious Gun Grabber

Like us, gun grabbers have anxieties and fears. A gun grabber's anxieties, may not be the same as our own anxieties, but they cause stress and physical reactions just the same.
Some common gun grabber anxiety problems include -
  • No Repeal of the 2nd Amendment – A gun grabber gets anxious when every attempt to take guns away from law abiding citizens fails.
  • Noise anxiety – A gun grabber becomes fearful when exposed to loud or unusual noises. Some examples include fireworks, BB Gun fire, hand gun fire, shot gun blasts and rifle fire.
  • Meme anxiety – The gun grabber is so afraid of everything he believes every meme on the internet and that spoons really do cause obesity.
  • Appeasement anxiety – This happens when a gun grabber has done everything to make the criminal like him, up to and including peeing on himself in a submissive posture but gets shot anyway. Because he knows it's not the criminal's fault, it's HIS fault the gun just spontaneously fired and hit him in the kidney.

Symptoms of Gun Grabber Anxiety

When gun grabbers are anxious, they may engage in repetitive or displacement behaviors to relieve their stress. For example, when we are anxious, we may pace, bite our nails, or play with our hair.

Gun grabbers may also pace, whine, cry on camera and more. Some gun grabber anxiety behaviors may lead to property destruction, may cause us harm, or may simply be an Occupy Whatever sit in. This may include -
  • Non-stop whining.
  • Screaming at every TV camera in sight.
  • Pooping and peeing in the tent, sidewalk or police car areas.
  • Eating his own poop.
  • Aggression toward people, Conservatives, or other 2nd Amendment protectors.
Punishment or aversive techniques will do little to stop these anxious gun grabber behaviors in the long-run, because punishment does not address the source of the problem, which is the gun grabber’s anxiety. In fact, suppression of these displacement behaviors, through pain and dominance methods, will make the problem worse, because pain increases stress and uncertainty. And further cause the gun grabber to pee himself when in the presence of guns.

Gun Grabber Anxiety Solution 1 – Desensitization

One of the best ways to help a gun grabber deal with his anxiety issues, is by slowly desensitizing him to the problem stimulus.

In the desensitization process, we start with a weak version of the stimulus that is triggering the anxiety attack.  In this case, pictures of guns alone, by themselves, just lying around being guns.

The stimulus must be weak enough, so that gun grabber is able to stay calm in its presence. Then, get him to focus on the picture, by telling him baby seals will learn to feed penguins at the South Pole if he looks long enough.

If the gun grabber is able to focus and stay in-control, reward him with a very high priority treat. For desensitization purposes, I usually try hipster kid mottos and memes. I try to pick a highly aromatic or smelly treat that the gun grabber loves, but does not usually get to eat. The smell will help to engage his nose, and further distract him from the source of his anxiety. Try a Starbucks coffee with biscotti.

When he is comfortable with this exercise, is calm, and able to follow simple commands, I very slowly raise the strength of the problem stimulus. I make each session short, fun, and very rewarding.  At this point, show him pictures of hunters holding rifles and shot guns, of police at the pistol range.

In this way, the gun grabber learns alternative behaviors for dealing with stressful situations. He also learns to associate something that was previously a source of fear and stress, with something positive (nice smells, yummy treats, a clean bathroom) with being calm.

Gun Grabber Anxiety Solution 2 – Calm Environment

Another important aspect of helping an anxious dog, is to create a calm and predictable environment for him, in his daily life.
  • Fixed routine – The problem with most gun grabbers is that most of them don't have real jobs so they spend most of their time online or staring at their cell phones, not engaging with the world around them.  Try to get them to wake up early, hit the Help Wanted ads and get a routine going that does not include coffee shops, texting or Skype.
  • Staying calm - Most gun grabbers are very good at picking up the energy of the people around them, especially at a protest rally. It is always best to maintain a calm, assertive attitude around them.  Also, be sure to threaten violence upon their person if they don't calm down.  It is my theory this hearkens back to their childhood and instills a parental fear in them.
  • Yanking the Collar– When your gun grabber gets too excited (they are all very excitable about myths and false narratives) the only rebuke I would recommend, so that you do not reinforce the gun fears, is to yank back on the shirt collar sharply, while giving a firm command of "NO!". Repeat as needed until your gun grabber is back in a calm submissive state and ready to learn.
At this point you should be ready to walk your gun grabber past a gun cabinet or open gun locker.  Do not be disappointed by any behavior regression, it is common.  Just start back at the beginning and work back up.

You should work up from viewing real guns in a home atmosphere to perhaps walking by a gun shop or entering a Target or Wal*Mart without screaming anything about guns.  Once again, expect some regression, but a sharp yank on the collar at this point does the gun grabber a world of good.

Once you can walk into a gun shop, work on touching.  Tactile experience is usually the best way to break the gun grabber anxiety, but it takes a lot of work to get them to that point. You may also want to take them, as a guest, to your local range. The day you know you've won is when they walk up to you at the range, having driven there by themselves, to show you their new Ruger, you've turned a gun grabber into a 2nd Amendment lover.

There is no greater joy than to take a person so afraid of everything they piss themselves at the slightest evidence of aggression to being self-assured because they can now protect themselves.

I do caution you, however, there are a few intransigent gun grabbers that cannot be rehabilitated.  They will have to be put down and their spawn watched very closely for this abhorrent behavior, if they have managed to reproduce.

This is not easy work, but it is rewarding.  To see the gleam in their eyes when it finally dawns of them that they are the masters of their own destinies and no longer blown about by the fads and whims of whatever the Leftists make up, well, I admit,  I've cried.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Beyond Ferguson Missouri

I've spent the past week listening and reading about the news from Ferguson, MO.  I don't want to get into the weeds because it's all speculation about this kind of thing until the Fat Lady sings.  However, ever after the incisive and through provoking news articles and blogs I've read, no one has touched on the main thing that drives me crazy about incidents like this.

Wanton destruction of private property.

As I watched news footage and camera phone videos of the looting, pillaging, arson and stupidity going on in Ferguson, I was disgusted by everything I saw.  And folks, it wasn't just happening on one side of the police barricades. I saw people destroying the neighborhoods they lived in on the very flimsy excuse of outrage over the death of a person evidently nobody knew, but claimed as a close friend or relative once the spoils were to be divided.  I also saw the police tear gas and then destroy the equipment of an Al Jazeera news crew.  I'm not a big Al Jazeera fan.  I think all of them should be sent back to J school with my sixth grade teacher (trust me on this, you did not misbehave in that woman's class).  They did not deserve what they got from the policemen who got a little too full of themselves and put themselves against the law and forgot their mission is to protect and serve the public.

The citizens of the neighborhood where all of this looting was going on live in that neighborhood.  Those small businesses and shops they were robbing and then setting on fire are more than likely owned by their own neighbors trying to make ends meet while still managing to employ some of the people who live there.  The people in this neighborhood are cannibals, eating themselves while screaming outrage over something most of them are barely aware happened.  There were shop owners who defended their property with firearms and the Left was outraged!  How dare they protect their stores and inventory with force when the people of Ferguson are so oppressed and angry.  Just give them what they want and they will like you and go away.  Because nothing excites a Progressive Liberal quite like rolling over on their backs and peeing on themselves.  They really don't get self-preservation at all.  Because death and destruction are all they believe in, they just don't get that yet.

The police should protect us, right?  How did that work out for Ferguson, again?  Yeah, get back to me on that, will you?

Don't get me wrong, people have the right to be outraged. They have the right to rage and scream and protest.  What they DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO DO is to destroy the property of others while they do it.  Right Occupiers?  You never see a TEA Party protest that local municipalities have to pay to clean up after.  They usually leave it in better shape than they found it.  These people?  Destruction is their motivating reason for living.  They are angry at the world for being alive and so they seek the death and destruction of themselves and everything around them.  They want to die and take YOU with them.

Doubt me?  Drugs?  Promiscuous sex?  Subsistence living off the state?  Living in filth, squalor and despair and hating everyone who gets out of it?  Their entire childhood is spent in the soul killing public school system and the rest of their lives is in a mad seeking for release from their intolerable lives as ballot cattle.

See?  That's the insidious nature of the welfare state.  Making something dependent on you, totally, never allowing them to seek any kind of independence of thought or action steals the soul and leaves a willing slave that does exactly what it's told to do. What happens to the people of these ballot cattle communities that try to better themselves, try to get ahead?  They are named Uncle Tom's (for a reason that completely escapes me as Uncle Tom was a hero doing the right thing, so I guess they are right) and sell-outs and race haters.  See Bill Cosby and what happened to him when he merely mentioned that black men should raise their kids and keep it in their pants.

Look at all of the hate and discontent spewed by the Left at Black Conservatives.  Looks like those uppity blacks went and got independent and we all know the Democrats have been trying to re-enslave blacks since Republicans won a war to free them in the mid-19th century.  But, if you want to see the real results of Liberal Policies and Ghettos of Despair look no further than Detroit or New Orleans after Katrina.  Do you want to know the real reason Libs foam at the mouth and blame Bush?  Because when their ballot cattle had to leave Nawlins and headed elsewhere, the results of their disastrous policies became clear to anyone who could see. They have trained entire generations to depend on them, knowing they would never do anything for these people to better their lives.  I'm sorry, a new playground at the projects is not doing anything for these people.  It's just a new place to sell drugs and have thugs hang out drinking their 40s while trying to build street cred.

The first thing the people who fled from Nawlins wanted, upon entering Texas as their EBT cards.  FIRST THING.  They didn't ask about them, did not ask about forms or availability, no, they were screaming.  How do I know? I was one of the people they screamed at while I was donating food, water, bedding and clothing.  What I saw was generations of people who have been dependent on their Massah Gubmint and could not function without Massah telling them what to do and where to show up and what forms to sign where before pulling a lever for folks that would leave them more and more dependent on Massah.  They waiting in Nawlins waiting for Massah to come save them.  When they found out that in Texas you have to work to get benefits, they didn't stay long. I know of two women, bleeding heart liberals who never, ever want to deal with that type of person again because it completely destroyed all illusions they held about helping people and them being appreciative.

So you have an entire city in Missouri who have found out what getting whipped by Massah is like.  They have been sucking on the government teat for so long that when that underpinning was ripped out from under them, they could not function as human beings and reverted to an animal state, foaming at the mouth, aggressive, incoherent.  If you doubt me, I encourage you to watch the videos again.  Then, they turned on their own, destroying their own neighborhoods.  Who do you want to bet will be the first to get in front of cameras demanding Massah Gubmint come repair their wanton destruction?

And I am going to be mean here.  Do not help them.  Do not donate one thin dime to assist them in cleaning up the mess they have made.  Make them rebuild their own neighborhoods, their own communities.  Do you want to know why they are so reckless in destroying everything around them?  Because they have never been taught to appreciated their own lives as something precious, so respect for their own property and the property of others does not flow from that self-respect that one achieves through independence.  That is how they can easily rob the stores they work at part time and burn it down.  Then cry in front of the cameras about their loss of income after the smoke clears.

Progressive Liberalism is to blame for everything that is happening in Ferguson, MO.  I'm not going to be Glen Beck and get out a chalkboard and start drawing lines back to Cass Sunstein.  I think it's pretty damned obvious to anyone who doesn't want to hide from the truth.  At the end of the day the people will moan and cry about what's happened to their own community and they will blame everything outside for it and never acknowledge that their worst enemy is themselves.  They allowed this to happen, and in most cases, made it happen.  Because it would all be replaced by Massah Gubmint when they ruined it all through their own stupidity. It won't matter to them that they ruined shops and local businesses of their own neighbors.  It won't matter to them that they burned down their own homes.  Because they are so entrenched in being the victim they will never acknowledge to themselves or anyone else how culpable they are in their own destruction. 

And that's just how the Libs like them.

Saturday, August 09, 2014

Saturdays and Publishing

I was awakened at shortly after 7 this morning as the dogs were desperate to get outside and bark at air molecules.  Banner day in the Sev household as we got to sleep in until 7 AM.  Our mutts are harsh task masters.  I came in, made some coffee, watched Mr. Sev stumble from the bedroom only to stop and lay on the new couch before advancing into the kitchen and managing to make his cup of coffee. He's had a hard week, working out of town and in town.  He's completely allowed to be bleary eyed.

I've started laundry and put some banana bread into the oven.  Typical Saturday. I've also cleaned up dog messes, handed out milk bones and fed the cats.  And, I've still got to write today since I've not had five minutes to do it in the past two weeks.  With all the guys home I should be able to, right?  First Y chromosome that asks me if there's anything to eat will be shown the business side of a Ginsu and shown the deli drawer and bread area of the countertop.  I may have to fire myself for that last statement. I'm kind of a bitch about social media.

So I felt brave enough to open my e-mail.  I should have listened to my inner hobo's voice and just played Free Cell. There is a letter from my publisher.  Yes, I have a publisher.  I'm considered by the publishing world to be self-published and yet I am not.  I just managed to find a publisher who really doesn't care what I write as long as they can make a dime off of it.  For a first time published writer it was a match made in heaven. My publisher is Amazon Kindle Books, AKA Kindle Direct Publishers.  My books are only available from Amazon in the Kindle format.  Does this mean I'm limiting my market?  I have a market?  No, because anyone can install the Kindle app on their phone, tablet, PC.  You don't have to own a Kindle to read the Kindle books, you just have to have the app.  It's available for Apple devices, Android Devices, Windows, etc.  It's also free.  Why?  Because Amazon is in the business of selling things like books and making it easier for you to use their format is a bonus in the sales tree.

I have a feeling that Kat Richardson is going to end up hating me, I don't know, but I'm actually fighting for her to make more of a profit off her books.  But let me start this story correctly.

Years ago, when Mr. Sev bought me my first Kindle (2nd Gen White) I was in absolute raptures.  He got the one with Whispernet and I could easily purchase and download books to the device on the fly.  I already had an extensive (over 100K) e-book library and I quickly loaded that puppy up and it was my personal dream come true.  Endless books!  However, I was dismayed that I was paying hardcover and paperback prices for e-books.  Frankly, I was outraged.  Why on earth was I paying as much for a digital book that didn't have to be printed, stored, shipped, put on shelves, reprinted, etc.,?  KDP pointed out in their e-mail this morning:

Fast forward to today, and it’s the e-book’s turn to be opposed by the literary establishment. Amazon and Hachette – a big US publisher and part of a $10 billion media conglomerate – are in the middle of a business dispute about e-books. We want lower e-book prices. Hachette does not. Many e-books are being released at $14.99 and even $19.99. That is unjustifiably high for an e-book. With an e-book, there’s no printing, no over-printing, no need to forecast, no returns, no lost sales due to out of stock, no warehousing costs, no transportation costs, and there is no secondary market – e-books cannot be resold as used books. E-books can and should be less expensive.
 This is all before the author sees one dime of royalties from the sales of their books.  The publishing industry is in the business to make money and I'm so down with that. However, as most of you know, I am very hostile to industries that refuse to change with the market and try to hogtie consumers into their business model, despite there being a better mousetrap out there.  Also, note the re-sale quip.  Authors do not see one dime from used book store sales. They go on to say:
The fact is many established incumbents in the industry have taken the position that lower e-book prices will “devalue books” and hurt “Arts and Letters.” They’re wrong. Just as paperbacks did not destroy book culture despite being ten times cheaper, neither will e-books. On the contrary, paperbacks ended up rejuvenating the book industry and making it stronger. The same will happen with e-books.
  How many folks, especially young people with little discretionary funds, have to wait for the paperbacks or worse, for the used book stores, to have their favorite author on sale to buy these books at an already over-inflated price?  Don't discount libraries either.  Most of them are using tablet devices to check out e-books already.  They won't have wear and tear or "lost books" unless someone gets stupid and loses the tablet device and wow, that's a price to pay for a book, right?  No more stolen or lost books.  No more worrying about shelf space.  Of course they still get the revenue for late device turn in, etc.,.

Imagine if the publishing industry realized that e-books freed up revenue for further marketing of their authors and published books? What if they realized they could publish more books because they had more revenue to buy more books? The movie and recording industries are still bathing in their own blood from the file sharing fight that they lost.  Movie and music streaming was the future, digital music and movies is the now, it's where they make their money. And, they are making money hand over fist.  Who cares if the theatre industry is dying?  They, too, will find ways to get butts into seats once they realize that their concession prices and rude customers is what keeps most people home.  Why do you think I still have not gone to see Guardians of the Galaxy, as I am one of the biggest fans of the comic book?  Not a fan of attending movies with children, rude, stupid teen-agers and a generation so ignorant of simple manners it's disgusting and kills my hope for the future of mankind every time I'm exposed to it.

If the publishers were smart they would quickly see that e-books is where the money is.  But, what do they do?  They whine, they run to DC and collude with each other to keep prices artificially high.

Authors really just want to be left alone to write, and I would be more than happy to not be dragged into this fight, however, I do have a dog in it.  My problem is, if I just self-publish to Kindle, I get no marketing at all.  Everything is word of mouth, which as a marketing tool, is not a reliable marketing tactic.  I would love to sell tons of books. I would love for readers to love my books, like I do my favorite authors.

And let me let you in on another secret.  Over the past few years I have re-bought many of my favorite authors e-books and donated my paper and ink books to shelters, retirement communities and the local libraries.  Sadly, many of my books were so worn for love of the book that they had to be recycled.  So, for many authors, I've bought your books several times over.  Win-Win for the authors and publishing houses.  But do the publishing houses see it that way?  No, they only see that they lose control over every aspect of the author's ability to make any money so like toddlers, they dig in their heels, go all stiff, and begin screaming and crying because they are not getting their way.

So, my dear Kat Richardson and all of my other favorite authors out there, I fight for you and for me, because I'm not going to fight any battle I don't have a stake in.  But I do have one request for Amazon and all the publishing houses out there not embracing e-books, keep us out of the middle of it.  I just want to write books people want to read.  If you keep dragging us into the middle of it, trust me, you won't like the results.  There is always a better mouse-trap out there, always a bigger fish and if we all band together and rebel, no one will like the results except us and our readers.

We're imaginative that way.