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Sunday, October 05, 2014

Animal Adoption Pros and Cons

I have a long and glorious tradition with animal safety.  I have always had a dog, with the exception of the 3 years after my dog Ragnar died.  I have sometimes had cats.  I have always had a cat in the past 17 years.  With the exception of Whistler, who ran off to a better home down the street (the cat picks you) I've had most of my pets nearly their entire lives.

We adopted our first dog, a White GSD, King, shortly after our son died.  I just happened to see the ad in the paper for "free to a good home" and "based on current owner approval".  I visited the dog, so did my husband the next day and in a week we had won the lottery.  Evidently a lot of people visited King, who had unreal stranger anxiety, and never really bothered to try to communicate with the dog in terms he could understand.  King attached himself to our youngest daughter, Jasmine, and became friends with our other GSD, Sasha.  King made Lassie look fickle when it came to Jasmine.  He would howl after she left for school, and would camp out at the door ten minutes before she was due home. God forbid she stay after school or go to a friend's house.  He would be inconsolable.  We got King when he was 7 (so was Jasmine) and he died when he was 13, shortly after we moved into our new house.  Jasmine was inconsolable.

Zeus after his last runner

After our GSD Sasha died my sister-in-law found a German Shepherd running loose on her land out in the wilds of Bosque County, Texas.  She called my husband who said he couldn't take him.  I had had a dream the day before that I had called the breeders of Sasha to see if they had any more litters and that we had picked out a male this time.  The GSD in question was a male, I took it as a sign.  We drove an hour out to her place and picked up the dog who was immediately named Zeus, due to his thundering bark.  He had a lop ear and was obviously used to being outdoors. And, sadly as we came to discover, had been physically abused.  We got him to the vet immediately, got him de-wormed, and his shots, but for some reason, I think it was the worming treatment time (over several weeks if no months) we did not schedule his neutering.  He kept getting out.  The local Animal Control guy got used to our calls and would either call us if he was sighted and we'd go grab him and bring him back or, on two occasions, bring him to us.  He was scheduled for the neutering, and the day before the appointment he climbed out over the wisteria on your fence. We found him that afternoon and brought him home. First thing the next morning he was fixed. He associated these two events and has never, left the yard without permission ever since.  That was over 3 years ago and our running mutt has been the best teacher of boundaries yet.

Gimli sleeping

A few days after last Christmas my husband drove me to the office and there was an orange tabby kitten outside the door.  It was freezing (literally) out, wet and there was something wrong with its eyes.  I picked the beast up, put him in my husband's truck and told him to take it home, feed it, clean it and make a vet appointment.  I also told him the cat would be named piano, since he'd promised me a piano in lieu of a cat the year before.  Gimli, as we named him, had bronchitis, was severely malnourished and had an eye infection that the vet thought might be feline herpes.  He also had healing broken bones.  My heart absolutely broke when my husband called to tell me what the vet had told him.  We spent thousands of dollars getting him well.  He was four months old, but about as big as n 8 week old kitten.  His eyes, which almost constantly water, had been frozen open.  I still nearly burst into tears when I think of his condition when we found him.  He's now fat, neutered and the naughtiest of all cats or kittens.  He's love beyond the bounds of sanity by everyone in the house, including the dogs.  Well, Mika... Mika likes him as much as she can like another cat which means she only hates him a little bit.

Just before my birthday this year I saw some stories about a dog in a local park that the Waco Animal Control had been trying to catch for 2 years.  He was the last of a wild dog pack that had been running in the area of Cameron Park.  They had finally gotten him.  He was extremely skittish and to say he has issues with humans is grossly under-reporting his neuroses.  But when you consider the dog was probably chased a lot, you may understand his wish to just be left alone.  I went up to the shelter and brought my dog Zeus with me.  Zeus is a big, dumb, goofy dog, but he's a great ambassador for human-dog relations.  Apollo sniffed a couple of times at Zeus but there was no doggie play or interaction.  The next day I took Sam and Schaub up, as they are very calm-submissive and I wanted to see their energy in play with Apollo's.  It was a good visit and Apollo even took some treats for me.  My husband came up to see him as well and we decided to adopt him.  For my husband it was his desire to have a wolf, and Apollo looks very wolf-like, but is, in fact a Husky mix of some kind. For all I know he could ba a hybrid, but without genetic testing he's just a dog to me and the city in which I live.

Apollo with Ron Ostrom of the City of Waco Parks Department
 Apollo has been our most difficult rescue to date.  He constantly escaped or attempted to escape at first.  The last time he jumped the fence I was in the front yard and he just came and led me back inside.  To realize how amazing this is you have to know how hard he has been about integrating within the pack.

He has always treated our other dogs as if they were suffering Stockholm Syndrome or cult brainwashing.  He looked at them as I imagine POWs look at collaborators.  He didn't trust them, thinking they had sold out and was constantly looking for a way out.  After Sam died right in front of him, he became very withdrawn, to the point where I was seriously worried.  Turns out it was because he was so very sick.  He had Sarcoptic Mange and a staph infection due to all the scratching and he was severly underweight. He also has Stage 2 Heartworms.  It really hampered the vet when treating the mange, so, what normally took a few weeks, took 2 months to cure.  It also didn't help that Apollo had gained enough weight so that the antibiotics for the staph were nearly ineffective.  We got hold of the staph just by increasing the dose of antibiotics and continued with his horrible sulphur baths.  But then came the diagnoses that he was clear and we could begin to treat the heartworms.  He's healthy, gained weight back plus some now, and we're on track. Also, thousand of dollars in care so far with thousands more predicted.  This is not a cheap "hobby".

But, here's the thing, he's accepted the dogs, and is now truly a member of the pack, even though he and Zeus constantly jockey for beta position.
Zeus and Apollo fighting for superiority
  But, he refuses to accept the men in the house as being part of the pack.  He's afraid of them and become extremely anxious when they come near "his" spaces. We thought, at first he was growling because of me, but his spaces and my spaces are nearly almost always the same since he is glued to me inside the house. The men of my household are typical men and got all butt hurt and whined about a dog not liking them.  Oh Boo-freakin-hoo! The dog spent most of his life (all for all we really know) being chased around a park by young men who were either trying to catch him or throwing things at him, all the while, screaming and yelling at him.  What kind of complex would have with the male of the human species after years of that?  Now, men think they invented reason and the universe, their inability to accept my theory as to why the dog is leery of them is proof positive that they would still be living in caves eating raw lima beans if not for women.  Also, the fact that they totally abdicated all care of the animal to me once in the house is also proof that perhaps there should be a bounty on them.  I care for him, so naturally he loves me.  I give him food!

For all that being said, I will most likely continue to "find" animals that need a good home and attempt to care for them as best I can.  Only if I can afford it.  That's my line in the sand.  It's why I'm not a Crazy Cat Lady.  I can stand the two cats I have.  I love the three dogs in my home.  My youngest son is currently looking to rent a home or duplex with a fenced backyard so that he can take his Beagle Schaub into a good home environment.  He's also told me that if he finds the right place he wants to take Zeus with him.  I'm OK with that because I know that Zeus loves Schaub and Clint, in that order.  If I truly though Clint would let them out back and only remember them when a neighbor reported the smell of decomp, then I'd say, leave them here.  But, Clint loves both dogs so much.  I care for them via feeding, bathing, shots, etc., and I'm pretty sure I can nag Clint into that as well. Clint needs something to care for. Call it therapy if you will. Also, he knows he can bring the mutts over here if the weather is bad or it's too hot or cold to leave them out.  I'm a sucker.

When that time comes I will have to consider getting another dog because Apollo is very much a pack animal and too playful to stay in the backyard when bored. Again I will look to a local animal shelter.  Not because of any unearned moral superiority, but that's because that's where the dogs who need good homes are.  I will most likely get another large breed dog or mix because that is what I'm used to.  But basically, I will pay my $50 and get another dog. Because, that's basically all you have to do at the local shelter.  At least that is what I thought until I went to look at Apollo.

Apollo had a little local celebrity going on and so many people came up to the shelter just to look at him. The first day I went to meet him, no less than five people walked up to the enclosure inquiring about him.  They would just come and look at him and perhaps regale me with a story of how they once thought they saw his tail at the park.  So are you going to adopt him?  I asked.  Oh, no, I just came up here to see him.

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?! Same thing with a woman who came up and said she set him loose in Cameron Park to begin with.  Shelter volunteers asked if she wanted to adopt him.  No, she just wanted to see him again.

Holy Hannah on a swizzle stick, people!  REALLY?

Then on the second day of my visits I talked to the shelter staff.  They said that mine was the only application they were considering because I appeared to be the only "serious" contender.  I did and still do find that nearly impossible to believe. I changed his name from the one the local paper and the shelter gave him.  I spoke with one reporter after we got him, Stephanie Butts, at the Waco Trib was great.  She was also great in helping us get him back after his first big prison breakout.

If you seriously want to give an animal a good home, look at your local shelter.  If you're not serious but feel you need to do something, donate to your local shelter.  Buy food or blankets, dog dishes, leashes, collars... ANYTHING that helps their bottom line and may help them become that beacon on the hill, A No Kill Shelter. Sponsor an adoption for people that want an animal but that $50 may be the difference between groceries that week. (But seriously, if you can't afford that $50 adoption fee, you can't afford the animal, just sayin').  It's all tax deductible. If you can't have a pet where you are, but need your animal contact fix, volunteer at a shelter.

Now, let me say this, and this is the most sincere you will find me on just about any subject.  DO NOT ADOPT unless you really mean forever for that animal.  The park where Apollo lived is a drop off point for so many unwanted animals.  Some still have their cute little collars on them when they are picked up.  (I look at the pictures folks, I always look). It breaks my heart.  Those dogs were in a family where they loved people and people did this to them.  Trust broken in that manner is very hard to win back, which is why so many dogs are taken back to the shelter.

Pets are not vanity or status symbols.  Stop it. Stop it now.  When that puppy or kitten grows up and it no longer so cute and the messes ickier to clean up, then tossed into a garbage dumpster or left on a country road or parking lot is where they end up. Then picked up by animal control and if not found or adopted, they are put to sleep.

Get your animals neutered.  For the love of GOD!  How stupid do you have to be to not get this?  Why on earth do they do free feral neutering?  Do you honestly think the world needs more mutts or kittens no one wants?

Now, I shall touch the third rail of pet ownership.  GET THEY PET MICRO-CHIPPED!  In every municipality in my county they require proof of rabies vaccination, neutering and micro-chipping before you can get a license for your pet.  If your pet is not out there recklessly making more unwanted pets, then they can easily get them back home to you with a simple scan over the neck once they are picked up.  Many times, especially if your pet is not a frequent flier, they will bring your pet back to you.  I know, from personal experience, our local animal control used a rabies tag number to track down the owner who lived a street over from me.  One of them had learned to open her front door that morning.  But she got her animals back and they were very relieved.

The city does have the right to tell you to get your dog fixed when they are forced to increase expenditures every single year because of irresponsible pet breeding.  If you're not breeding pedigree dogs then your pet should be neutered.  It's best for them because if they're not fixed they spend in inordinate amount of time trying to breed and then they don't live as long, and aren't they already with us such a short time as it is?  Our local shelter made a rule that the cities had to mandate micro-chipping as an easy way to return pets to their owners so that the shelters did not become over-crowded and family pets euthanized as a result.  The city I live in began mandating that this year, it was the last in our county to do so.  I can see every reason for it.  There is not reason not to do it.  You can find clinics just about any weekend in any area with low fee (usually around $10) chipping, then you pay a service to keep your pet registered.  I registered Apollo for a lifetime for just $40, but it's worth it to me.  I know that if Apollo ever gets the need to try to wander again, that, if he's found, I will get him back.

If you just don't give a shit and can barely care for yourself much less another being, then perhaps you should just buy a goldfish or beta and watch it die.  Don't get a dog to just throw it in the backyard thinking it will protect your home.  What kind of fucktarded asshat would do shit like that? Surely no one in East Waco, right?  Right?

Don't breed what you can't feed goes for pets as well as spawn.  Whether through circumstances or malignant narcissism, just don't do it. When you can take care of you, then you can take care of an animal.

We have a responsibility to these animals that we have domesticated and made dependent upon us for their food and shelter.  They pay us back with so much love and loyalty it really does humble me to think about it.  Sure, it's cute as a puppy (as my neighbor's son is now discovering) and then it grows into a big animal that you still have to feed and walk and get shots for and have fixed.  They are not inexpensive.  Neither are kids.  If you can't afford another kid you can't afford a dog. Dogs require just a much attention as human children.  They need to be fed, cleaned, played with and just loved.  If you cannot afford the food, don't get the dog.  If you can't afford the shots or basic vet care, do not get the animal.  If you think irresponsible breeding of your animal is cute but never know what to do with the puppies or kittens except guilt co-workers into taking them (and then they abandon them) then perhaps a firing squad should be in your future.  If you balk at paying for the chipping and registration of your pet so that they don't get lost and then euthanized, then perhaps not even a goldfish is for you.

I have a follower on Apollo's Facebook page who does not get my approach to pet adoption.  I'm a big supporter of pet adoption, but only to people who seriously get what having a animal companion is about. Like the people who came up just to look at Apollo at the shelter, to get some backwash off the shine of his "celebrity" and the ones who just wanted to adopt the "famous dog".  It's why I was not happy with the animal shelter giving Stephanie Butts my contact information.  But I realized good PR for Apollo was good PR for the shelter. And Stephanie was great to talk to.  She'll be a great reporter in the right market.

So I want people to adopt animals, but I want them to be smart about it.  First thing we have to do is reduce the number of domesticated animals being bred outside of homes.  Feral programs are finally starting to show some good results, but it's an endless cycle because human being are irresponsible or try to attribute animals with human feeling and conditions.  So I suggest to ANYONE who wants to buy or adopt any animal that they first have to volunteer at a local shelter for one week.  No classes, just for say, 8 hours within a week, the shelter signs off and then you can legally adopt an animal.  Because if you can ignore, neglect, or abandon your animal after that short of a time spent there, then you should be shot as soon as you're identified.  Or at least euthanized like the animal you left to die.  You're inhuman and don't deserve to waste our precious oxygen.

Here endeth the lesson.  Adopt, but do it responsibly.  Just like everything else in life.

Thursday, October 02, 2014


The arguments against Common Core curriculum are piling so high as state after state refuses it into their schools.  This could be the reason why. Every single thing I have seen from the Common Core arsenal has shown me so many things I am sure the Liberals don't want us to see.

Why Drive 50 Miles To Get Next Door?

You look at that picture there and your logic center nearly explodes at the irrationality and abject stupidity witnessed on one page of paper.  It almost stops my mental works when confronted with something this idiotic.  It's as if the morons running the Education Department in Washington DC was full of nothing but people too stupid to get out of their own drool.  Wait...

Remember when you would just write 325 - 38 and solve for x even before you knew there was an x involved?  You did it through a system we have used FOR MILLENNIA!  But no, these Progressives know more than everybody else.  And in their fervor to save the planet, they gleefully will drive miles out of their way to get down the block.  At least this instruction would lead any rational person to believe that they would.  WTF is wrong with these people?  They got out of college with worthless degrees and no idea how really freakin' stupid they really are, and they are just dumbing down everyone else so they will finally feel smart.  Idiocracy, your time is now.

If You Don't Like The Present, Change the Past!

Those who forget their history are doomed to repeat it.  But that doesn't stop these Libs!  They know better!  It will really work this time, despite all attempts that failed in the past.  They just haven't stolen enough of everybody else's money yet!  Just teach them they can do whatever they want, as long as it meets with state mandated standards of freedom, which are pretty narrow to begin with, but hey!  No consequences when you screw up!  You just go, girl.

And if all else fails, just outright lie.

Tell Parents They Are Awful and Will Have Their Children Taken Away to Get People to Love Eating Shit.

Just Google Common Core Threats and you will find page after page, site after site showing the real horrors of common core.   No lie, there is barely a repeat in three pages. People react to common core viscerally.  I've yet to see anyone outside the NEA who likes this and I think those in the NEA are all morons and idiots undeserving of the honor of teaching children.  In fact, it is my strongly held belief that any teacher, willfully in a union should never have contact with any child and should, in point of fact, be treated no better than pedophiles as they harm goes equally deep into the psyche of formative minds.

Strong Foundations Support Strong Buildings

By chucking away the easy method we have used to teach children simple math procedures is madness.  It's like going to a school of architecture that does not teach anything about foundations.  You tell the kids that buildings will stand without foundations tells that kid that when his building doesn't stand, it's all his fault.  Now if people die when that building crashes to the ground, he will have no consequences because he was never taught about a strong foundation supporting a tall building.  But when it crashes down to the ground, it's his fault because he didn't find a way to make it work with the way he was taught.

That is possibly the most obscene thing I've seen done to children in full public view and much less, state sanction.

Right now, the school district I am in does nothing but teach the state mandated test all year long.  They don't teach the children the basic skills they need so that they can solve the problem themselves, instead they are taught ways to get over on the test makers so their teachers can get pay raises.  When my nephew was in 5th grade he asked his teacher a question about George Washington.  She yelled at him in class telling him it wasn't on the test and that he was disrupting class.  My sister had to be physically restrained to keep her from beating the woman to a pulp.  Not because she had yelled at her son, no, that was secondary to her ire.  That the woman had slapped down genuine curiosity in a class room environment was tantamount to child murder in my sister's mind.  That was decades ago.  If you ask her about it today you really will see steam come out of her ears.

My youngest daughter was held back in 5th grade from being one right answer away from passing the math portion of the exam.  She took the test 3 times, went to summer school and they still held her back, despite her having straight A's in the core curriculum.  My husband and I were livid.  I found out a couple of years later that that year, over 40% of her classmates had failed one or more parts of the state mandated test but were still promoted.  I was escorted from more than one school district meeting after telling the powers that be that they owed my daughter a year of her life back and I would get it one way or another.  Because they had taught my daughter that it didn't matter how really smart she was, it only mattered what someone in government said how smart she was.

They still owe her that year, and yes, I will still collect.  Because I know how they rig their bidding system.  I'm patient and will wait until it will hurt the worst.

My children started school when all of this "self-esteem" crap started in the public school and "social promotions".  Out of my four children, only one never got held back.  Not because they weren't smart, but because their learning didn't stop at the schoolyard boundaries.  Whether they knew it or not, I made sure their brains were engaged.  I'd tease them when we went to zoos or gardens or museums that it wasn't a school day, so they'd best not learn anything while we were there, just enjoy themselves.  Every single one of my progeny live to do what I tell them not to do.  Paradoxical Psychology was my best friend.

Why did I do this?  Because I knew they were not learning what they needed to know in the schools I was forced to send them to because I could not afford private schooling, so I did what I could to fill that vacuum with as much knowledge as I could.  I wish I could say that I was brilliant enough to have come up with that plan myself, but it came to me via a casual remark at a crafting party at a lady's house who just happened to home school her kids.  She said they had made "not learning" a joke when they went on vacation.  I thought it was such a good idea I included it in my "parenting plan".

I'm weird, I paid attention to my kids and then would ignore them with benign neglect as they learned to figure things out for themselves.  They're not perfect.  They have all fallen down, but each of them has also picked themselves up and tried again.  That is what I taught them.  I can't solve all of their problems.  I just showed them how to build a strong foundation on which to build their lives. What they do with that is up to them.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Keep Grazing

With Mid-Term elections coming up the veritable buffet of bullshit from the Left is shoved in my face on an hourly basis.  I know it's coming, I see it coming, and yet every election cycle I am consistently amazed with the unbelievable crap they actually believe to be true despite all universal evidence that they are wrong.  I have finally come to the conclusion that there is not one person among the Leftist Elite who believes the lies they tell.  However, with that said, there is a reason they keep spreading the lies. They do it to keep the ballot cattle complacent and grazing on the Liberal Plantation For Ballot Cattle.

Take my pet-peeve, for instance. Global Warming is the biggest hoax ever perpetrated upon a human populace, and despite all evidence and proof the data they used to sell this bowl of shit, the adherents screech and scream that the sky is falling.  The Chicken Littles cling to Global Warming like a Pentecostal missionary does their Bible, because for them they believe with a religious fervor.  And, what kills me and causes me to wake up laughing, is that these idiots go around as Evangelical Atheists and yet tell you that you have to accept Global Warming on faith because God alone knows they have no proof and have gone to great lengths to hide their data manipulation, and have even taken people who have called them out on their fraud to court on libel charges.  Yes, Michael Mann, you lying sack of shit, I am looking at you.

But the poor are told they have no right to the resources at their fingertips because it will harm the planet and perhaps make it nearly impossible for the Leftists to keep handing out their "freebies".  Keep grazing, cud chewer.

Any solution to any Leftist problem starts and ends with more government control of your life. Because you're too stupid to decide your own life.  How can total government control solve global warming (which doesn't exist in the first place)?  How can more government control solve the problem of racism?  Solve Poverty (Oh yeah, LBJs Great Society has worked SO WELL don't you think)?   More government control has ruined the Black Family in the US and elsewhere.  More government control has ruined morality and values all over the world.  More government has given us generations of people who have never held a job and wouldn't even know how to apply is handed an application. The only thing they know is filling out welfare forms and waiting for the free money, food and housing.  The ONLY thing that is asked of them, ever, is to pull the lever for the Leftist running for office to stay in office so they can keep on mouth breathing and watching Springer.  Keep grazing, Bossie.

The solution to the problem of blacks in the ghettos?  Legalize abortion and you will slaughter millions of them before they are born.  But that's not racist at all, is it Margaret Sanger?  Keep on grazing.

The solution to the problem of so many on welfare?  Workfare? Then you lose your benefits because the people on Welfare are so poorly educated and have no motivation they cannot make enough money to cover what they lose in welfare benefits.  Chew on some more cud, there.

The solution to black on black crime in the inner cities?  Take guns away from anyone, because that makes things so much safer, right Mayor Emanuel?  Keep on chewing, Bessie.

And the idiots who benefit from the largess of the Leftist believe the crap they're handed on nearly a daily basis because they want so badly to believe that by delegating their responsibility to care for themselves for these freebies is worth is, just so long as they don't have to think or provide for themselves.  Doubt me?  Look up Beast videos on YouTube.  The fact that none of those women are embarrassed about the absolute toilet their lives and their childrens lives are is a testament to allowing Liberals to control your life to the micro-level.  But, hey, keep on grazing.

Just remember, when you stick your head in the sand that it leaves your ass in the air, in a prime condition to be kicked, right up into the reality you were avoiding in the first place. 

Yes, by all means, keep grazing, ballot cattle.  Keep right on grazing.

Friday, September 26, 2014

No Immunity From Prosecution

ICYMI Eric Holder is resigning his office at the end of the year because he has it on good authority that one of the Supremes is retiring and Barry has promised him that seat.  Yeah, totally did not see that coming last week.

Eric Holder has so much to answer for as head of the Department of Justice, which, because of his tenure there, is now known as the Department of Injustice.  Fast and Furious just being the most egregious of his crimes committed while in public service.

Now, here's the thing, you should not be able to act above the law while holding office, then, once you're caught, you just resign and walk away scott free.  You don't get to hold your office like it's your personal fiefdom, beat the serfs, rob the treasury and kill anyone you like then walk away with no repercussions.

However, just like everything else in the elite progressive stratosphere, all of their public office holders practice on the "I'm immune from prosecution!" meme.  They use an idiotic international law to do this, and do this they have. A lot in the Obama administration.

If you want to see how they reacted when the first Hispanic USAG left office just take a look at my friend Don Surber's Blog.  Progressives hated Gonzales because he left their ballot cattle reservation.  They hated him because he was Hispanic and Republican.  Just like they despise black who have escaped the Plantation and are conservative.  Doubt me?  Look at anything said about Ben Carson or Alan West.  Check out Alfonzo Rachel's stuff over at PJTV for a proper schooling.  His early stuff is pure genius.

You should not get to act like a little God when you hold office and have to pay no price by simply walking away.  It's not right and it only adds to the resentment your general peon down here in the trenches feels every time we watch this crap.  No where else in life can you walk into a job, treat everyone like crap, do things that are outright illegal, then get to skate by just saying, "OK, I'll resign."  That's not right and it feeds the resentment of the populace and right now, we're at Insurrection levels of discontent.

I will say this right now, as soon as Holder walks out of his job at the DoJ and walks into the private sector, he loses his government funded security detail.  Vote from the rooftops was my first thought.  Honest to God, my first thought was, where is my sniper rifle.  I despise Holder that much.  However, calmer thoughts took over and I figure kidnapping him and handing him over to the families of those who died by his Fast and Furious arming of the Mexican Cartels.  Jungle Justice.  We all know the piece of shit would piss himself the second anyone mean mugged him.

As to who will replace Holder? Valerie Jarret.  She's Holder's ideological clone, and she might just pass Senate muster.  Perez at Labor might make it and hold their "He's our Messican" line of thought.  Whoever it will be, is just a place holder.  Another loyalty appointment might be Claire McCaskill.  I don't know, but my money is on Jarret.

Any and all of these guys will commit any number of crimes while in this office and just walk away by resigning their office.

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.