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We used to have a library patron that would say, "The Jesuits are making me a lesbian" I figure it works both ways.
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We used to have a library patron that would say, "The Jesuits are making me a lesbian" I figure it works both ways.
I was reading John Stossel's new book and he had a blurb about dog food companies. Stossel says that expensive dog food is not better for your dog. He said that the secret ingredient of dog food is cow udders. Dogs love the smelly parts of animals, such as, the lungs and udders. Stossel's experts say that they have to monkey around with the ingredient ratios so that pet owners are not offended by the smell of the dog food, but that dogs prefer the stinky food, paws down. I know this to be true. My dog once dragged me over a cliff to roll in a dead stingray!
I have an idea for a program to help solve homelessness. You know all those guys that stand on the freeway entrances with, "Will work for money" signs? Well, I saw a story about a farmer that was saying that he couldn't get anyone but illegal immigrants to harvest his crops. My proposition is this. A one time expenditure will be utilized to send the inner city unemployed and homeless people to our nation's farms. It will be the reverse of what happened during the era of American industrialization. We will call it, "reverse industrialization." Each of the participants will be given a job working on a farm. If there are not enouigh homeless and unemployed Americans to fill all the needed positions, we will then hire guest workers, on an as needed basis and let immigrants into the country to fill only those jobs that can't be filled by Americans. All other programs for the homeless and unemployed will cease except for cases of disibility. Homeless American women with children will be expected to work, just as immigrant mothers with children do. Since we allow the teenage children of immigrants to harvest crops before school, we should allow American children to do so as well. It's kind of a tough love program, I know, making people actually do physical labor for their livelihood, but I think it could work!
Speaking of fishing tackle. Once, Miss C was fishing with her ex and a few of his friends. Miss C is very good at getting snagged on the bottom of rivers and lakes, and in overhead branches as she casts, etc. Miss C and her ex were fishing near a power plant in a pond. The fish were not at all edible. There were signs warning of mercury contamination, and pictographs of a man eating a whole fish that was speared on a fork, with a "no" circle and line over him, just to make sure that no one ate the contaminated fish. I think the pictograph is of a French man, he looks French to me, in the drawing. Of course, there were a lot of Asian immigrants fishing for food anyway. The warning was in many languages, but they were dismissive of such concerns. Miss C's boyfriend liked to go to the plant and catch and release, because the fish bit furiously and it was fun. Maybe the fish were biting because they had brain damage, or were just insanely, mutantly hungry, or both. While fishing, Miss C noticed that her hook was stuck on the bottom of the pond and she began to surreptitiously walk a little way up and down the bank, reeling in and out, and trying not to look as if she had a snag, because she didn't want to hear her boyfriend say, "Again!" So Miss C began to look as if she had a fish on her line and her boyfriend said, "Do you have a fish?" Miss C decided she had to come clean, "Ah, no," she said, "I have a big snatch!" Her boyfriend smiled and said , "No you don't honey, you have a cute little snatch!" And everyone on the bank of the river snickered and Miss C blushed.
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This is a movie about the eastern European sex slave trade. I saw it last year and it pretty much told the same story as the Frontline program I described in my previous post. It's a beautiful movie, incredibly well acted, staring the little Russian girl from The Bourne Ultimatum, Oksana Akinshina. It is the single most depressing movie I have ever seen, but it tells an important story about what is happening to girls in the former Soviet countries. It also highlights the grinding poverty and social disintegration in the eastern bloc.
The Democratic plan for getting elected in California consists of television commercials in which candidates brag about their goals of taxing the rich and making corporations pay their "fair share" whatever that may be. What the Democrats are going to do with the money they take from the rich is another thing entirely. They will throw it at ineffective Government programs like public education. Once the Public Employee Unions figure out how much extra money the state has, they will start demanding raises and we will be back to square one with no measurable improvement whatsoever. 2 years ago my supervisors received a 26% raise. How many people in the private sector receive 26% raises?
Fred talks about the national character of Mexico and Mexicans. As he lives in Mexico, and is married to a Mexican, I trust that his opinions are informed. I am pretty far right, but not on immigration and I have a lot of the same feelings about living among Latino immigrants as Fred does as an Anglo immigrant living in Mexico. I like Mexicans as a people, very much indeed. They are warm, friendly and family oriented. Nuff said, go read Fred!
Jack at Infidel Blogger's Alliance has posted a biting, satirical, "What if other religions had Muslim values?" column. He should get some kind of award for this post. How about the "Best Fucking Post Ever Award!
While watching the horrific Frontline documentary on the sex slave trade last night, I was overwhelmed with sadness for the situation of women in the former Soviet Bloc countries. The estimate is that 500,000 girls a year are being trafficked into the sex slave trade. Mostly to Western European countries, the supposedly "enlightened" countries. There was one woman who forced into prostitution in Turkey. Back home in the Ukraine, her family lived on the outskirts of Chernobyl and suffered genetic damage as a result. She had a sister with a brain tumor that was so advanced that it was pushing out her eye and a brother that was dying of an abdominal disorder and needed surgery to save his life. She also had a daughter of her own to support. When the Ukrainian woman went to Turkey to take a job she was forced into prostitution, of course, I realize that many of these women know that this will happen, but they are truly desperate. The woman was pregnant when she left the Ukraine The woman was forced to have an abortion by her pimp. A sympathetic client helped her escape but because her brother needed his operation the woman eventually returned to Turkey to sell herself again, as it was the only way to earn the money to save her brother. Unfortunately she was picked up in a raid and sent home. Her brother died.
While site checking, I clicked on this blog, Don't Tell Me What's Wrong With Me, I Already Know. Very interesting, moderate Texan. I will be a regular reader of his blog from now on.
When I moved in with my ex-boyfriend, the taxidermist, he was concerned that my cats, Buster and Pandora, would scratch and shred his taxidermied animal trophies. He tried to convince me to have my cats declawed. I told him that I could never do this to my cats, that it was just too cruel. My ex said, "Well, you had Buster's balls cut off, if I had to choose between my balls and my nails, I know which ones I'd rather keep!" By the way my cats never did scratch his animals. Buster used to sit on the moose head between the antlers, but that's about as much attention they paid to the stuffed animals. They probably felt it was best to keep a low profile in that house. They could have gotten stuffed. They knew if it happened to bigger and smarter animals than they were, it could happen to any one. The neighbor kids called my ex's house, "The Dead Zoo."
My ex-boyfriend's cousin had a beautiful wife that worked at a pregnancy clinic for low income women. I can not even begin to describe how beautiful this girl was, but she definitely was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in real life. She managed the office for an obstetrician. One day a pregnant woman called in to the clinic and the office manager answered the phone. The woman on the line said that she was in labor. So the office manager asks, "How do you know that you are in labor?" The pregnant woman snaps back, "Cuz I got contraptions in my boogie hole!"
Riding the bus home from work last Friday, I became the unwitting eavesdropper of a very odd conversation. There were about 5, very loud teenagers, sitting at the rear of the bus, yelling and talking over each other. One of the boys said, "I used to think that my Adam's Apple was a third testicle in my throat, but now I don't think that no more!" One of the other boys piped up and said, "I do got 3. I do got one in my throat, most guys got 2, but I got 3." I was laughing to myself and yet quite horrified at the sorry state of the educational system.
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My friend is a sports fanatic. He reads Sports Illustrated magazine religiously. When he got the swimsuit edition, I asked him how it was. He said, "Oh, I hate that edition!" Thinking that he wanted the magazine to stick strictly to sports reporting, I asked, "Really?" He said, "Yeah, they should take off those stupid suits!"
If there are over 700 prisoners at Guantanimo, and they are released and go back to fighting Afghani, Iraqi and American and international peacekeeping troops, they will likely be killed themselves. If they are not themselves killed, each released prisoner can kill dozens, if not hundreds of troops and innocent civilians. It's better to keep them in jail indefinitely than to release them into their societies to kill and maim. Al Qaeda has been stepping up attacks in Afghanistan. The last thing we need to do is add to their numbers.
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Miss C's co-worker grew up in a big Irish family. Miss C's co-worker's Grandmother was a very frugal person. The co-worker said that his Grandmother had a hardened block of powdered milk, ancient and repulsive. Whenever the Grandmother wanted milk for her tea or cereal, she would take out the glossy block and chip away at it. After getting a chunk off, she would reconstitute it in water. One day Miss C's co-worker saw his Grandmother grab the block and commence to chisel, he snatched the block away from in front of her and took it outside to the garbage can and threw it in. His Grandmother was yelling at him the whole time. He turned to her and said, "Grandma, if you want milk just tell me, and I'll go to the store and buy you some." She replied, "I don't need you to buy me milk, I have milk right here!"
My neighbor's 6 year old grandson knocked on my door. He asked what I was eating. I told him, "Popcorn." He said, "Popcorn again, why can't you eat right?"
at her favorite restaurants. That is if she eats. I ain't so sure. I do know that the people washing her dirty dishes are not British, Indian or European immigrants with engineering degrees. Ms Coulter wants only immigrants "better" than herself to be given preference for entry and citizenship. I've got news for her, there a lot of immigrants that are "better" than she is, already living and working in the US. I am not in favor of a Nazi eugenics style of nation building. We can't choose people based on their genetics. In fact, the US was formed from the riff raff and flotsom and jetsom of Europe. Greedy Spaniards and Anglos and Chinese, hungry for gold, formed the state that I live in. I think America needs immigrants that are survivors. Industrious people that will fight to protect their families. The only thing we have to do is keep these immigrants away from Liberals who will discourage them from learning English and encourage them to go on government assistance. My Uncle owned a pool business in California. He was learning Spanish so that he could talk to his Hispanic workers. I told him that he should encourage them to learn English. He said, "If they know English, they want more money." Precisely. I don't like Ann Coulter anymore, she shouldn't a, hadn't a, oughtn't a swang on Bush.
Phil Angelides and Steve Wesley are getting down and dirty. The Democrats have become so used to attacking the Republicans that they have become crazed and have now turned on each other. Someone should warn them that Arnold Schwarzenegger will only look good in comparison. I didn't think Arnold could win again, but now I am beginning to think he will win quite easily, after an ugly primary on the Democratic side determines which of the creeps he will run against.
Yesterday Miss C stopped at the 99 cent store to buy some drinking glasses. Miss C spotted a resin mermaid figurine for 99 cents. Miss C loves the sea and mermaids and thought that the price was reasonable. As Miss C bought the half naked mermaid, she thought that it was very sad that the owner of the store would be jailed, or perhaps, even executed for selling the mermaid figurine, if he were still living in his country of birth, Afghanistan. As she watched the Afghani man handle the pretty little blonde half naked statue, she smiled to herself.
When Miss C was in Hawaii, she visited the Bishop Museum. There she saw wonders from the South Pacific. There were great bowls, or calabashes, studded with human teeth. Molars inlaid in the wood of the bowls. These bowls were used by the Hawaiian kings. During feasts they would use the bowls for their refuse, bones and gristle and such. The king insulted his enemies every time he used the bowls. Miss Carnivorous wants bowls studded with the teeth of her enemies. Miss C also visited the Polynesian Cultural Center. At the Polynesian Cultural center there was an artist from New Zealand. He had a number of beautiful weapons, war clubs, studded with shark teeth. Miss C loves sharks very much and found these weapons fascinating. The artist came over and said, "These are for the breaking of bones and the tearing of flesh!" Miss C got shivers down her spine. Miss C is regretably blood thirsty.
I was sitting in the pharmacy at the hospital waiting to get a prescription filled for antibiotics for a kidney infection. I was all by myself and feeling very feverish and depressed. There was a cute little girl in the pharmacy waiting area with her mom. The mom took some stickers out of her purse and gave them to the little girl. She asked the little girl if she wanted the stickers stuck onto her dress. The little girl said, "Yes," and her mom put the stickers all over the girl's dress. Then she said, "After we get your prescription I'll take you to get an icecream cone." I looked at a woman sitting across from me and said, "I want someone to put stickers on my dress, and take me out for an icecream cone." The woman smiled at me, and said, "I'll take you out for an icecream cone."
My ex boyfriend was telling me about his friend who has a chicken ranch in Zambia. He said that she uses every part of the chickens except for the feathers. She packages up the feet and heads and calls them "Walky Talkies." She also packages heads and guts together and calls them "Smarts and Parts."
Our newspapers just can't get enough of the negativity! They want to make sure that everybody knows that the world is a swirling cesspool of gloom and doom.
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I was reading a left wing blogger's column about school vouchers and one of the commenters pointed out that rich people might use the vouchers, and this wouldn't be fair, and that their kids could go to really great schools, etc, etc. Whine, bitch, moan. Damn people even before they've commited an offense. I know a lot of poor people that cheat and send their kids to schools in other districts and lie about their address to get a better education for their kids. My dad did that for me for a while until I got caught. I wasn't a good enough liar.
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I just finshed watching an 8 part series from the Sundance Documentary Collection, The Staircase. It involved the trial of a man accused of killing his wife, who I believe, fell down the stairs while drunk. I remember how bruised up my sister would get after a drunken night. She was always falling and covered with bruises the next day. I've seen people get horribly wounded while drunk, so it's not a stretch for me to think that someone could fall down the stairs and die from loss of blood after sustaining such wounds.
The Arab culture and history professor, Juan Cole could not be more gay. He is erotically obsessed with Islamic culture. He likes the idea of a culture where women are restricted from public life and men are forced to look to each other for sexual relief and deep friendship. I can guarantee, that if you take any professor specializing in a culture not his own, and he is straight, he will be married to a woman from that culture. Juan Cole wants middle eastern men in a big red throbbing way. I have my suspicions about Stephen Zunes as well. It's hard to be sure, as his Tourette's interferes with his gestures, making it hard to determine the extent of his feminine mannerisms. Juan was the first to come out and say that Ayatollah Ali Sistani was not advocating the death penalty for gays even though he clearly was. He claims that Islam has created a place for "homosociality," like no other religion has! That makes Islam great for gays, whoo hoo! Right up his back alley! A subject near and dear to Juan's heart, oops, I mean prostate! Juan Cole reminds me of the old British writers, like Paul Bowles, for instance, that used to spend months in Morrocco and take advantage of the poverty there and use young Morroccan men for sexual purposes. I was reading a biography the other day and one of the writers wrote to Bowles and complained of the brutality of the Morroccans, while lauding their good looks. This author said he was happier in Spain where the young men looked Arab, but were European in nature. Bowles replied that he liked the Arabs the way they were. I think Juan Cole shares the natures of these men. Juan Cole's view of Islam is warped by his sexual attraction to Muslim men. If he was sexually attracted to Jewish men, he would be arguing from the other side of the fence.
Of course they'll fail it, but why wait? They are going to get diplomas anyway. Shouldn't we, as taxpayers expect accountability from our educational system? California kids are not being taught the information they need to pass the California High School Exit Exam. When will anyone become indignant on the taxpayers' behalf? Everyone is angry over high gas prices, but at least gas does its job. What if we paid high gas prices and our cars wouldn't start. There would be riots. Inner city school teachers are constantly demanding pay raises. For what? For failing to impart the most basic of information necessary to be successful in society, that's what. They have 12 years to do this in. Colleges and trade schools do it in 2 or 4. I am a victim of inner city schools and I know what I am talking about.
I told my right wing co-worker that when anyone asks us why we support Bush and the Iraq war, we should just say, "It's cuz we're retards!" That will help avoid any confusion and make them feel guilty for picking on the handicapped. Guilt tripping is what liberals love to do, more than anything. Our goal is to spread joy and happiness wherever we go! I bet the first liberal we say it to will apologise.
and that top model show. I told them that left wing bloggers despise those shows and are full of opinions about the stupidity of those that enjoy such poisonous television faire. I told them that the leftists think that watching such shows, combined with the soap operas my friends also enjoy, signifies that the watcher is of low IQ. My friends were shocked. Of course they are Black and many, many Black people love American Idol and watch soap operas religiously. I told them that they were despised by white liberals for eating at MacDonald's. I then went a step further and said, "Besides, you all shop at Walmart and that means you are very bad, very stupid people, in fact some leftists think that you deserve the death penalty for shopping at Walmart!" "What's more, you are born again Christians, every last one of you, a capitol crime, indeed!" I can tell you, I made sure that white liberals earned no points with my Black friends today.
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The Democrats are getting wound up to complain long and loud about a program that is popular with the American people. Polls show that the majority of Americans are ok with the phone companies turning over phone records to the Government. The Democrats are going to wail and moan and demand investigations, as usual, on and on ad infinitum. That is pretty much all they have done for the last 4 years, demand investigations into this and into that. We don't need an investigation, we know what happened. The government, excoriated by the 9/11 commision for derelection of duty, tried to do the right thing by requesting call records. There, now we don't need an investigation any more. Everybody feels safer knowing that big brother is watching out for us. No one feels safer knowing that the Democrats are determined to expose every last intelligence strategy the Bush administration has developed for watching terrorist cells in the US and abroad. Like an ex CIA agent once said, "We are always engaged in illegal activity, we go into other countries and break their laws and spy on them, our job, by its very nature is illegal"
Let President Bush fight the war on terror in any way he sees fit. Anything goes and and all's fair. Let the Democrats fight the war on hunger and poverty. Anything goes and all's fair. We will see who wins which war first.
A woman moved into the cottage next door to me. She moved here from Miami. She put in a forwarding address for the wrong address. The forwarding address she used is my address. She set up her cell phone account with my address and I get that bill too. It's been over six months and I have been getting a lot of her mail. I take it to her mail box every day. I thought that she would figure out she was using the wrong address and correct the problem,. No dice. I finally put a note on a bundle of mail and told her that she should change the address to the correct one. So today my neighbor and I get home at the same time. I have not talked with her directly as we are both busy and never see each other. I hear her checking her mailbox. I know I have her mail so I grab it and run over to her and tell her I have it. She begins to tell me of all the things she has done to correct the problem. She says she is getting most of her mail, etc, etc. I tell her I am returning her mail daily and her box is always empty. Then she gets a tone and starts telling me I can just send the mail back, if I want to. Right, I am thinking, send it back every day, it's easier to walk it over to her house. So I walk back to my house thinking, what an ungrateful bitch! I can't win for losing.
When I was 7 I used to play with a little girl from Tennessee. I always noticed that at her house the bath tub was full of dirty clothes. I used to wonder how they took baths. Once, while playing at her house, I had to use the toilet. As I was sitting on the pot, I noticed that there wasn't any toilet tissue. I yelled out, "Melanie, there's no toilet paper!" Melanie yelled back, "Just wipe with the dirty clothes, that's what we do!"
In order to avoid seeing irritating headlines everytime I pass a news stand, such as "Hu's the Boss" and "Iran's President lectures Bush," I propose an educational program. I will call it "Journalist Exchange Program." We will trade left wing bloggers and journalists working for major US newspapers in exchange for imprisoned bloggers (in actuality left wing in their culture) and journalists in Islamic countries. I feel that our journalists need to walk a mile (around and around in their cells, between torture sessions) in the shoes of journalists who ply their trade in countries where it is threatening to life and limb to do so. Most probably the American people will prefer the more humble and modest foreign journalists. As the foreign journalists report on the sad stories of steroid scandals and wiretapping of their enemies in the US, they will come to appreciate America very much and will want to stay. They, having a real idea of suffering and torture, will be able to make an objective judgement about the actual importance, or lack of importance of the stories they are reporting on. We will leave the American journalists to rot in the Islamic countries. Maybe they will be released by the Jihadis and paraded around as a symbol of the good will the Islamists have for journalists. Then they can all get jobs with al Jazeera.
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Marketers for the California Republican Party were calling me at work a few times a week. I told them over and over again that I did not want to receive calls asking for donations while I was at work. The marketers would get very rude with me. One tricky bastard called and asked if my credit card information was the same as it was the last time I made a donation. I told him I could not talk to him at work and hung up. When I checked my credit card statement he had gone ahead and made an unauthorized charge on my card. The party needs to get different marketers. They are not getting a red cent from me until they do.
Every spring a mother raccoon and her 4 cubs come into the yard and go through my garbage and drag it all over the place. Eating and snuffling and making those high pitched raccoon sounds. I am typing in the chat room and I hear the raccoons outside so I type, "Coons are in my garbage!" Boom, I get kicked out for racist language. After I chased the raccoon family away, I had to come back in and type kewn, instead of coon.
I was looking at a book at work the other day. Celebrity Style, or some such thing. One thing is for sure, American celebrities are stunningly attractive. Jessica Simpson, Lindsay Lohan, Hallie Berry, Kirsten Dunst, Hillary Duff, Beyonce, Jennifer Lopez, all beautiful, gorgeous creatures. European actresses are not nearly as beautiful as ours are. Of course, our actresses can't act their way out of a paper bag with an Indian guide, but they are incredibly lovely.
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I just saw Flight 93. My Palestinian-American friend took me to see it. My friend was in Amman Jordan, during the wedding bombing and was staying in the hotel that was bombed. He travels back and forth to the Middle East a lot for business. He took a lot of pictures of the bombing debris and the protests afterwards.
Check out Fred's column on the relative difficulty of the curriculum in Mexican schools compared to the poor education we receive in American inner city schools. Ouch!!! Biting commentary, from someone with big teeth, and big cojones! I like the part about Harriet Tubman! I went through the inner city school system and I can vouch for the those on this side of the fence! Our educational system is run by idiots content to churn out more idiots. The teachers, counselors and adminstrators in the American school system are overly concerned with childrens feelings and not very concerned with imparting important information about the larger world. In fact, the main protest against the No Child Left Behind act is that the teachers feel it concentrates on the rote memorization of "facts." So you see they are arguing against the "facts, and the memorization of them. Of course we all become forgetful, eventually, but I fail to see how knowing more "facts" can be harmful. The teachers don't like facts at all. Facts interfere with "feelings" which are of paramount importance to the New Age Missionaries that call themselves teachers. I have always thought that teaching kids about their own cultures was a stupid idea, anyway. They already know about their cultures and can learn it far better from relatives at home than they can from their teachers. It might help if they could find their asses on a map though! If the left could find Israel on a map and see how tiny it is.... maybe.....Well, never mind, that's just wishful thinking!
I had to leave work early on Friday. I saw by my e-mail that UPS had left a table I had bought on my front porch. I had searched the internet for days looking for a table small enough to fit in my tiny house and I paid a lot of money for it and didn't want anyone to take it. I had to catch the bus home so I left in a hurry. I get on the bus and I see a tall skinny Black guy at the back of the bus standing there talking and at first I think he's talking to someone else on the bus. He's complaining loudly, "They put up the ropes and they rolled out the red carpet!" "They do that for white people." "James Brown came here, they didn't do that for James Brown!" "They didn't roll out no red carpet, they didn't put up no ropes for James Brown!" "That's cuz he Black!" " I think I want some fish!" "I want me some fish." "Bus driver, let me off this bus, I want some fish!" "They shouldn't do that for white people, they ain't no different from us!"
I bought my tiny house from a guy whose mother and father had lived across from each other in a cottage court. There are 16 cottages, four rows of 4, facing each other. 20 ft from each other's front door and 10 ft away from each other's side windows. The realtor that the guy used was a nice lady. The realtor's husband's parents had lived in the court as well and had been friends with the guy and his parents. The realtor was very nice and treated me very well during the sale and after, even though she was not my realtor, but his. Maybe she is too nice. Her husband has Parkinson's disease. He is an artist and had planned on using the cottage, which he had inherited from his parents, for an art studio. As his Parkinson's progressed, he decided that he would rent the cottage out to a lower income person. As he himself was suffering from a disability, he wanted to rent to another person with a disability. Fine and good. When I moved in there was a guy living there that needed a liver transplant. He took care of a friend's kids during the day and after school. I never saw the father of the kids because he lived with his mother a few blocks away. She worked, but he was incapable of taking care of his own kids because he was an alcohol and drug addict. Then his mother died. The kids got sent off to foster care and the drunk guy moved in with my neighbor. My neighbor, who shouldn't be drinking or doing drugs because his liver is gone, started doing both, because his friend was around him doing it. He also missed his friend's kids and his friend's mother who he had been in love with at one time. Then the assaults and fighting started. The guy that needs a transplant got stabbed. We can hear the drunk guy screaming and jumping on the other guy in his bed at night. They are both on public assistance. The drunk one is always lurking in wait for the mailman. A firetruck is in front of our houses a couple times a month to revive one or the other, or to take one of them off to the hospital. The drunken one walks around with his pants off in front of us and the neighbors kids. He pisses on the neighbors trees. He pukes all over the yard. He comes back at 2:30 in the morning and climbs in his window, waking us all up with his banging and cursing and falling. He comes out at 3:00 am to dump his bottles in the trash, dropping and breaking them all over the sidewalks. They have a pit bull that runs all over the yards, and out into traffic on our busy street, because they never put him on a leash. They never clean up its poop. The realtor feels sorry for these guys, and her husband keeps the rent impossibly low so that they can afford it. We all wish they'd raise it out of his price range. They won't let her have any work done on the house because they don't want anyone to see that they've trashed it. I really am for mixing the lower class into regular working class neighborhoods and not concentrating them all in low income neighborhoods. Low income people are not criminals and it's not fair that they have to live among criminals, unprotected. The difference is that low income people are often on Welfare and can sleep all day, while working people have to get up and go to work after a night of disturbance by rowdy neighbors. If she kicked them out, they'd just move on to torment other tenants elsewhere.
My right wing co-worker and I decided to have a Cinco de Mayo bash at work. We made a lot of Mexican food and invited everyone to bring potluck. We realized a little late that we were out of party supplies. We scavenged for tablecloths and we could only find a yellow one. One of our co-workers that never parties with us, because he is a Jehovah's Witness, comes over to check out the party decorating progress and I say, "We have a yellow table cloth to symbolize the cowardly French, we hate the French!" He looks at me for a minute and says, "Who do you like?"
I was leaving work yesterday and a scary thing happened to me. I was crossing the street and a guy was stopped at the light I was waiting for. He was across the street from me. He was driving a tiny foreign car, very old and beat up and had all his windows open and rap music blasting. The light turns green and I step off and he drives past me going the other way. I can hear him yelling over the music but I think he is singing or talking to someone in the car with him. Then he honks and I never look at guys that honk at me. I continue across and I get to the other side and he turns down a one way street, driving in the wrong direction, and follows me. He drives along with me, yelling stuff I can't even understand. I still think he is yelling at someone in the car because I haven't looked at him. I walk another block and he follows me the whole way. Then he turns in front of me makes a u-turn and speeds past me down the driveway of a cleaners that runs parallel to the street. As he zooms past me I see it's just him in the car. I can see he's got a do-rag on and is probably yelling at me. I am still trying to ignore him because he is obviously crazy. He makes another u-turn and comes back up along side of me, yelling the whole time. All the people walking near me look back at me and look at the guy. I ask this other guy, "Is he yelling at me?" The guy says, "Yes, you have an admirer." As I talk to this guy, the guy in the car slows down next to us and yells, "I am going to fuck you up, bitch," and peels out and takes off. I tell the other guy that he seems to have gone past admiration. He was pissed because I wouldn't look at him. This kind of stuff used to happen to me all the time when I was younger. Now that I am in my 40's, I still have admirers but they are not usually this intense.
I see that one leftist, at least, thinks that listening to (I admit to some sympathy with this one) Phil Collins, shopping at Walmart, or being a soccer mom are worthy of the death penalty. Being and doing all three must be the liberal equivalent of the Three Strikes Law. Anyway, I found Karl's blog pretty funny and am linking it. His karate chop, slot machine column was great. Here is the offending comment;
Miss Carnivorous gets accused of engaging in many bad habits. This is stereotyping. Miss Carnivorous knows that there are no stereotypes that are not generally true, but since the left wing proclaims itself to be against stereotyping, they should be made aware that they are doing it. Miss Carnivorous will now bore many people, but she is going to paint a picture of her life and habits, to clear up any misconceptions that leftists might have about Conservatives and to avoid having to continually rebut statements made by silly people in her comment section.
The other day I was walking to the bus stop after work and there is a guy walking in front of me. He is walking crab like, sideways and with a hitch in his git along. He walks up to 2 guys and says, "Bush is strangling me!" The 2 guys laugh and say, "Your President is strangling you?" And the crazy guy, very offended, says, "He ain't my President, he's strangling me!"
I was walking my dog at the park. My dog is prone to chasing squirrels. He sees a squirrel and chases it. He drags me head first into a tree with low hanging branches. I try to move and I realize my hair is stuck in the tree foliage. I struggle, as my dog pulls me deeper into the tree and gets me even more entangled. Two cute little girls come running up and ask if they can pet my dog. Part of the reason I am stuck is that I can't let go of my little monster of a dog. "No," I said, "he's not a good dog." I was a little panicky at this point, afraid that my dog would bite them. One of the girls says. "Are you stuck?" I say, "Yes, I am." The little girl says, with every confidence, "My daddy is coming and he will help you." So her dad comes and she says, "Daddy the lady's hair is stuck in the tree." Her dad starts laughing and comes over to unwrap my hair from the branches. I was ever so grateful!
I was sitting in a restaurant. This restaurant has a wall that they can pull up when the weather is nice. They pulled up the wall and I was sitting on a table near the outside. This restaurant is in the produce area of my city. I am waiting for the waitress to come and it's pretty warm. A homeless guy walks up to one of the tables. There is a vase of flowers on each table. He stops at one table and grabs a vase. He takes the flowers out and drinks about half the water in the vase and sticks the flowers back in the vase and puts it back on the table. He left some for the flowers!
My ex's best friend was Mormon. When he was sent out for his period of converting people to Mormonism by going door to door, they put him in the toughest South Boston neighborhood. The area was all Italian and Irish Catholics. Our friend said that he would ride his bike through the neighborhood and the kids would save up rotten tomatoes and throw them into the spokes of his bike wheels. The rotten tomatoes would splatter up from the spokes all over him and his requisite white shirt. He said that they had excellent aim. He said he never made one Mormon convert in that neighborhood. He later became a missionary to South America, an easier crowd.
I heard the demonstrators coming today and I ran out to get my lunch before the main group got to the street in front of my workplace. I had to go to the ATM, so I ran to the bank and then I got my sandwich. The Cambodian lady at my favorite sandwich shop asks me what I think of the coming demonstrators and I tell her it's a good thing. Immigrants work hard and are under appreciated. She says she agrees. She herself works very hard at the shop and the owner takes advantage of her. I go outside and the crowd has arrived and I just get across the street and stop to watch the parade. Everybody is waving American flags and shouting, "Si se puede!" As the demonstrators pass the garbage can I am standing by, they put their empty water bottles in the trash, making sure the street is kept clean, very respectful. Much more respectful than most native born Americans that live in this city. I know it's time to go back to work and eat my lunch, but I can't leave. I stand and wave at all the demonstrators for an hour and a half. My co-worker comes and stands next to me, he's from China. We talk about how cool this march is compared to the anti-war marches he attends. He says the anarchists and Maoists always ruin the anti-war marches. He says he always confronts the Maoists, since he lived under the system and has no respect for Americans that think they know what it means although he has some admiration for Marxist theory. I tell him I think war can be useful some times and we discuss amongst ourselves for a bit. People in the march are asking us to march with them and we say we have to work. A girl walks by, very pregnant, and I point at her tummy, she yells, "Any day now!" I yell back, "Any minute!" I see one Cambodian guy, very few non Hispanics were marching, and the Cambodian guy has a scar on his neck that looks as if someone has tried to decapitate him at one time. I make eye contact with him and he nods. You can tell from looking into his eyes, that he has been to hell and back. My legs are shaking from emotion and my co-worker says his heart is pounding in his chest and he can't take it any more and has to leave. One of the top supervisors comes out to get lunch and sees me. She walks up and starts waving too. She says she wasn't sure what she could do until she saw me waving, so she came to wave with me. She used to run the adult literacy program and I taught reading under her for a while. She said she would always think of me when a guy would ask for a pretty white girl for a reading teacher. A light skinned hispanic guy rides up to us on a bike. He has a chihuahua in a basket on the back. He asks if we like Mexican food. The supervisor says "Yes," then the guy says, "Everybody likes Mexican food, but nobody likes Mexicans." I tell him that's not true. I stand and wave til all the marchers have passed and the low riders are honking as they drive past us. I am sunburned down one side of my body and on one side of my face.