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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?

Confessions of an Unsuccessful Author

I am bitter. Yes. I admit it. But the truth is I just can't compete.

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

Someone should be eating crow for supper tonight

https://www.chicksonright.com/blog/2018/07/18/flashback-that-one-time-hillary-clinton-said-she-and-obama-wanted-to-help-strengthen-russia/

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.

🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸MAGA🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

Delaney

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.

Clarification.

American Sin

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

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?

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.

I Write

Well, I was on a major writing kick a few years back. I was doing fairly well selling ebooks on Amazon and Smashwords. I hate promoting and felt like I had plateaued. I have about 80% of another fiction work completed, and I dabble in weird genres every now and then. It isn't even that I want to. It is more like I have to. I think that once you write something and someone buys it and says, "Crazy good read", you are sort of hooked.

I have stopped promoting, and my sales have tanked. But I have started dabbling again. Wrote some stuff on various Web platforms. Then, out of the blue, I sell a book. Minute in fact, but it boosted my author rank about a million steps. Not kidding. Was #20 for a minute in one category. Then I noticed a hit on one of my exposition websites. Then I notice a follow from someone in the business. Actually felt kind of embarrassed.
I have a typed story that I wrote when I was about twelve. It is short. A story for a child by a child.  Old fashioned typewriter. Yellowed, brittle paper. So much fun to look at.

I write.

FORGOTTEN HISTORY

This will never be forgotten by me and mine, and we will remind you of it whenever we can.

The Future

Islam uses, praises, & advocates for taking over the world by breeding. Like 4 wives and 22 kids. In America, we are trying to erase the difference between male and female and promote gender confusion. I hope there is no connection between the two concepts.  Don't you?

Full-time Job

                       Marketing Major

The Battle of the Sexes

Jiggery Pokery

There is all this boring badinage about publishing, the publishing industry, the future of publishing, the death of print at the hands digital, pricing, fonts, pulp versus literature, genre, cross-genre, formulaic writing, (my absolute favorite). (See Harlequin guidelines, etc.) Then reviews, paid for, traded, sock puppet, fake, positive, negative, etc.  Three years ago this was fascinating. Now it is old news.

I published on KDP. I had some terrific download figures. I got beta readers for free. It was fun. I hated promotion. I stopped it. So, of course, I dropped off the map. I have screen shots of when my very first was number one free, when my second one was number nine paid and featured on some Amazon "also liked" next to John Sanford. Now I bore myself to sleep at night trying to figure out how to make a single paragraph transition in a book that is finished in my head -- imagining the witty promos I will do when I release it. I play Candy Crush a lot. Can barely read something from my "must read" pile.

I think authors might want validation more than they want to tell stories. I had a few reviews so validating, showing the reader got me, it seems enough for me. Maybe I am rationalizing, but it seems like I don't care so much. Then I will spend an evening spewing four thousand words and loving every single one of them.

I have to dig through so much detritus to get to something I love. (Just do it!)

Yuletide Greetings

I try so hard to please them.

Sins of the Fathers

                                     

Dear Doctors Everywhere

Dear Doctors of every persuasion (and the people they are treating),

If, when, or before you prescribe amlodipine besylate for someone's hypertension, please google the side effects which are widely documented.  Then you won't have to refer that person to:

an orthopod,

a dermatologist,

an oral surgeon,

a gastroenterologist,

a psychiatrist,

an optometrist, 

and

a cardiologist,

to treat, with further multiple prescriptions and/or treatments, for any or all of the vast number of side effects.

Image source:  generic google images

Problem Solved

1.  Google the word taqiiya.
      Never mind.  I will do it for you.


 "Taqiyya is an Islamic juridical term whose shifting meaning relates to when a Muslim is allowed, under Sharia law, to lie. A concept whose meaning has varied significantly among Islamic sects, scholars, countries, and political regimes, it nevertheless is one of the key terms used by recent anti-Muslim polemicists. 

"Muslim scholars teach that Muslims should generally be truthful to each other, unless the purpose of lying is to "smooth over differences."

There are two forms of lying to non-believers that are permitted under certain circumstances, taqiyya and kitman. These circumstances are typically those that advance the cause of Islam - in some cases by gaining the trust of non-believers in order to draw out their vulnerability and defeat them." 

2.  Watch the movie "Thirteen Hours".

They do not even delve into the part where Ambassador Stevens is cattle prodded in the genitals. But I will refresh your memory.

Warning: Horrible image follows so don't look at it if you are squeamish.  Some say it is fake. Let us pray that be true.

3.  Google taqiyyah.

4.  Stop being charitable toward muslims.  Why do you expect them to know what Christian Charity even is?

5.  Do something.The world is laughing at us like we are dancing monkeys on a stick.

6.  Stop letting yourself be a dancing monkey on a stick'

By the way, you can apply for a FOID card on line.

Further:  I am an islamophobe.