Monday, September 03, 2018

Eating American Horses

Now people want a  national mandate about the export of horses.  Every county, at least in Northern Illinois, has its group of justice warriors that are rescuing starved and abandoned horses on private estates and farms. How old are the jokes about the glue factory?

A friend contributed to a charity that was trying to save the many burros running wild out west. They called to tell her the truck arrived in Chicago with her burro and please come pick it up. She lived in a city bungalow with her parents.

And what do they do when the wild mustang herds overgrow?  They have round ups and slaughter. They also do this with buffalo herds, for instance, in Custer State Park. (Maybe National Park.)

This is a perceptual problem. Cows are actually more intelligent than horses and much more interested in bonding with humans. We don't ride cows and we don't eat horses. Why is that? A food chain is a food chain. Does a spider get sad if a ladybug gets caught in his web instead of a housefly or a mosquito?

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Bless her heart.

Someone should be eating crow for supper tonight

Sunday, July 08, 2018

The Atlantic

Do you know the magazine The Atlantic Monthly? It used to be considered kind of literary. My cousin got a poem published in it. So, some offer, I subscribed. It is a liberal, if not Left Wing, propaganda rag. It isn't even subtle. And you know every company that buys an ad in there supports their blatant, anti-Trump agenda. It is amazing to me how much good Trump is accomplishing despite so many people and institutions trying to undermine him. Even National Geographic came right out and called him a liar in an article. Hey, maybe Trump has some supernatural support. It is almost impossible to believe how fast he is rowing against the current. He is getting the job done. May Whoever continue to bless his success and guide him.



Automated Censorship

And if nobody raised a fuss?  These "standards" that facebook has to label something as "hate speech" are not singled out by a single person leafing through posts. It is most likely an algorithm that automatically picks out words.
We need to know what about the Declaration was singled out for this classification because that algorithm is already in place and that is censorship. Automated censorship. Guilty until proven innocent. So this is just a hint of what is to come. These things are already in place.  They are sorry?  What do you suppose was already suppressed that we never knew about?  Stuff facebook doesn't want us to know about.

Saturday, May 19, 2018

American Sin

And we almost allowed the people that condone this to choose our country's leader.

Friday, April 13, 2018

A New Story for Today, Friday, 4/13/2018

So. All of you that thought Obama care was such a good idea, that thought it was SO great that he "helped" the people who couldn't afford the program he forced them into, it seems the "help" he gave you, that you now have to pay back, is a far worse financial burden than the penalty would have been.  You can let go of your ankles now and stand up. Trump says you don't have to pay back the assistance next year.

Want to buy an extended warranty on this used car I am selling you?

Thursday, April 12, 2018

Today's Story, April 11, 2018

Today's story. April 11, 2018

So I wanted my favorite chicken and dumplings for my birthday dinner. That was Monday. But everyone was busy. My husband "liked" a wish from another person. That was his contribution to my birthday celebration. So on the way back from errands I bought a quonset pizza. Tuesday Fran came by with two cards and a bag of truffles. She made the kids call and say Happy Birthday. I actually got a greeting from each of my brothers.

Fran is terribly busy, doing clinicals to finish her masters and also working. But it is getting old. I am not supposed to drive. I have no license. ( Thanks, Lisa.) And have crippling agoraphobia. I have been picking up Delaney after school and bringing her here. I hit a car in the school parking lot. Fuck it. I didn't own it. So Lou picked her up two days and tomorrow. He is losing it completely.

Today I made the soup. Delaney ate two bowls. The dumplings were fluffy.  Succés foú.  So I go to clean up. Fran came in and had a small bowl. She doesn't even like it but thought she had to. But needed to be home for paper. So I try to make space in the fridge for pot. I am sick of recontainering everything with elaborate and expensive elán like some must do and leave the various detritus for the negro slave to clean up.

I first pick up a small carton of apple sauce. It had exploded. It was stuck. Everything on the shelf was stuck hard. This did not happen ten minutes ago. Hard stuck. Days. No one mentions. So I unstick. Wash some containers; throw much away. Take shelf and wash. Replacing shelf, knock over bowl of left over waffle batter. Fills next shelf. I remove objects, wash batter off them.  Sop up puddle of batter.  Remove shelf to wash. Notice batter filled crisper. Remove crisper to wash. Throw away tube of ground turkey that says use or freeze by March 17, 2017.  Throw much away. Fucking olives. Fucking pickles. Sparkling crisper now contains one can frosting, one package hummus, one package new tortillas.

Last year's birthday was horrible. This year's was equally bad but lasted three days. I had to cancel dental appointment Tuesday because I had panic attack which sends my blood pressure into a mini Buckingham fountain that spurts out the top of my head. Tuesday night, heavily doped, took Delaney to first grade open house. You know. Where you go in the door that is at the opposite end of the horseshoe shaped building where the classroom is located so your hip is screaming and you have these tiny chairs. So when "someone" got home from work and gave me two reefer gummies, I took them both. Zowie.