Thursday, January 26, 2017

The Rich ARE Different

F. Scott Fitzgerald famously said, "The rich are different."

 Perhaps they are REALLY different. As in creepy AF different.

While the entire country has been mesmerized - either through horror or elation - by the three ring circus that has been the Trump campaign, the extraordinary election, and recently the inauguration, I've been dangerously transfixed by the crazy, insane, wildly unbelievable rabbit hole that is pizzagate.

If you don't know what pizzagate is, all I can say is,

Because if even HALF this shit is real, we are all in deep, deep trouble and the world we live in is a total fraud.

I feel like an idiot just typing that. I've been wrestling with whether I should blog about this for over a month. But hell, when it comes right down to it, few people outside my friends read my blog anyhow -- it's not like I'm a trendsetter or someone others reference as a "reliable source." LOL! I'm just typing away in my little corner...and I don't even do that very often. So, I figured, I might as well fuck up the reputation for "journalism" I don't even have by writing about this weird, scary, hideous story.

You be the judge. Judge the story. Judge me. Judge everything.

Here is the video that started it all for me. What I quickly discovered is that this video only touches on the high points. Frankly, there is so much information out there that you can't cover it in under an hour.

The number of coincidences she has strung together in this video had me slapping at my computer keyboard like a monkey on crack. GOOGLE IT! What I found was enough to leave me absolutely unable to sleep for nights. Looooooooong nights.

But we are talking about world famous people here. People who run countries and banks and international companies, for fuck's sake. People who are masters of the universe. People who are rich and powerful beyond all our combined imagining. All this MUST be nothing more than a series of unfortunate coincidences.

It MUST be. Because, if it isn't, God help us all.

First of all, let me apologize that this is presented in a haphazard and unorganized way. I just don't have the stamina to organize it all. I am exhausted emotionally and spiritually just by gathering it. It is so enormous, so ghastly and overwhelming that I am just going to start throwing shit against the wall. The wall is this blog.

First, there are the WikiLeaks emails. While everyone was pouring over them for references to the Clinton Foundation, which is admittedly the largest charitable fraud ever committed, the seriously fucked up insanity that is pizzagate was hiding in plain sight. But these are just coincidences. Remember, these are important people. Pillars of the community. Beyond reproach.

Or maybe they are child traffickers and rapists.

Let me walk you through this.

Friday, November 4, 2016

If You're Not Drinking Heavily, You're Not Paying Attention

Well, kittens, it's been too long. Frankly, so much has happened that I've been overwhelmed. I find myself every flipping day staring at stories coming across the computer screen, mouth open, eyes bugged  out, choking back a full-throated, "What the FUCKING hell!" This happens every single day, kittens. Imagine how frail I've become. By the time I fall limply into my bed at night, I've exhausted myself trying to keep up with Project Veritas videos or WikiLeaks dumps, or Hillary's lastest campaign screed against "dark, divisive, and dangerous Trump supporters." You know, the irredeemable deplorables. So, despite my best intentions, blogging has been simply impossible.

BUT! I could not let the election come and go without blogging to admit that I am going to vote for Trump. Yes, moi. The one who said this, and  said this...and said this...about Trump. And I haven't changed my mind about any of it. But the possibility of a Hillary presidency, assuming she can set up an Oval Office in prison, is simply too hideous for me to contemplate. And voting turd party is just that...a shitty alternative. So yes, I have decided hissy fits in a time of national crisis are unbecoming. 

But what I have discovered is a fabulous cocktail that is worthy of apocalyptic end times shenanigans. I mean, honestly, if the whole thing is going to burn down, then having a fabulous drink to sip while watching the show is almost an imperative. I call it, The Montpelier, which I find enormously clever because it is ALMOST a Manhattan, only with maple syrup instead of vermouth. It's also a little tip of the hat to our dear Sanders who got his pathetic little ass handed to him by a much better player at the whole socialist corruption thing.


2 oz bourbon. (Make it good. It's the soul of the drink. I like Four Roses.)
1 tsp. maple syrup
Dash bitters
Mix together over a few ice cubes, to open the flavors.
Serve with a couple of maraschino cherries, if desired.

That's it. Smooth as a prom queen's thighs, as my husband says. Lovely drink to sip while all hell breaks loose.

So, having made my confession, I have nothing else to say. There is simply too much to write about for me to have anything to write about. How do you narrow it down? How do you edit the crazy so that it is even believable? It's way beyond me. So here are a few pictures to tell the story....

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

When we banned bossy, did we ban bitchy, too?

This whole post is late. I found it in my draft file, but it is still relevant because Ms. Hill has managed to weather the storm of committing obvious felonies, perjuries, and incompetent disasters in full view of at least 1/2 the country's open-mouthed astonishment.

Sooooo....even though this post was written ages ago, it's still relevant because Hill is still a bitch...and when Hill's in the room, youse just gots to have sum bitchy.

If you've been on the internet at all today, you've already heard this exchange between the lovely Hillary and the equally lovely Terry Gross of NPR. If you can't bear to listen to it again, I completely understand. If you haven't heard it, but still aren't keen on listening to Hillary get her bitch on when asked a direct question, then let me offer you a paraphrased transcript.

Ms. Gross was asking Hillary about her stance on gay marriage, noting that Hillary at one time, was against it; even her husband, Bill Clinton, signed into law the DOMA. So what gives? Were you for it then, but given the political climate, couldn't SAY that? Or are you still against it, but given the political climate, can't say that now?

Which is it, Hill, old girl?

I have graciously paraphrased her response:

"I was against gay marriage without ever being against it because if I was against it in the past, then my new support for it would be seen as politically motivated and my high-minded expansive view of human rights is never politically motivated, but always a reflection of the purest of motives, so when I was against it, I was never really against it even though I didn't change my mind because the political winds changed...I was never against it when I was, but I wasn't lying then either."


You're welcome.

Thursday, April 7, 2016

True dat.

When the music speaks to your very soul!

This kid can. not. stop. the. dance!

Notice how it's the girls who are trying to maintain some semblance of decorum. It is my contention that women have always been the civilizing influence on a society. This video proves it.

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Global Champions

Love this sport. It is the only sport I know of where your performance is intimately connected to the performance of another being who must be as willing, focused, determined, committed and athletically gifted as you. And this other being is 1200 pounds and has the fastest reactions of any domesticated animal. You don't know trust until you've ridden a horse over a jump course.

Sunday, February 28, 2016

Friday, February 26, 2016

The Upside

The only good thing I can think of about a Trump presidency is that it's not likely he will be messing around with fat interns in the Oval Office.

I Will Funk You Up!

I will funk you up!

Just when you thought there couldn't be another one of these...your prayers are answered!

Speaking of funking people up, Rubio and Cruz seriously funked up The Donald in last night's GOP debate like he was a stuffed toy being shared by two pit bulls. I can't stand pit bulls, but this time I was cheering them on.

The debate was a cage fight. I kept expecting to see blood just suddenly splatter across my television screen. I almost felt sorry for Kasich and Carson, waiting on the sidelines to be tagged and allowed in the cage. Rubio and Cruz were having too much fun knocking the living crap out of The Donald to let anyone else play. It will certainly be interesting to see how the chattering classes and the talking heads assess the damage today. And the American people. Please...oh PLEASE GOD! make them smarter than they seem to be at the moment!!



All of your wildest dreams will come true.

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Utopia - Where It's All About Me and Nothing Really Matters

Others, many others, have set out the numerous differences between liberals and conservatives, and their systems, socialism and capitalism (or statism and individualism). So it is with some trepidation that I will add my two cents worth to the discussion.

There are those, including moi, who make endless fun of liberals because...EASY! But making fun of something isn't always convincing. Especially within the canon of liberalism which gains its great power by appealing to a peculiar kind of religious certainty, even as they typically dismiss religion as mere superstition.

This is not hard to understand. As humans, we are wired to be religious. Being able to understand the finality of death, we are unavoidably faced with the questions its inevitably raises. Where did I come from? Why am I here? Where will I go? These questions, and their answers, lie at the heart of any religion. Ultimately, and this is why there are so many religions, these are not easy questions with concrete answers. They are questions that must be faced and then reconciled with the fact that no one really knows. This leaves one with either fear or faith; many of us resign ourselves to a little bit of both. The degree to which these questions propel us between fear and faith has, in my opinion, a great deal to do with how humble we are. To be faced with one's mortality and to choose humility is the beginning of faith. Alternatively, when one chooses, instead, the force of one's ego to address these eternal questions, one is left helpless and fearful -- because the ego has no answers at all.

Liberalism is a philosophy of arrogance and ego. It does not question itself or its actions. I see no humility in liberalism. Even when I can clearly see compassion or concern for others, there is no humility in their ideas. There cannot be in a system that presumes that some men are sufficiently superior to direct the lives of others.

But such a delicious distraction it is for those who presume to know! To be busily directing the lives and fortunes of others due to the urgency of present need! Who can be expected to care where one came from or where one is going when so many need so much right now? The fear of uncertainty is avoided by simply refusing to ask the questions. Only the second question, why am I here? remains valid. And having banished humility along with the more fearful questions, they then set about answering the second question with iron-fisted ferocity. This is the real lure of liberalism. It sets the religious impulse free from the restraints of humility.
Once this is done the ego of man is entirely in charge and assumes the role with the absolute conviction of moral good. This releases the more deadly aspect of the ego: to want without any effort, to lust and to covet and desire. It is no coincidence that of the Ten Commandments, God felt it necessary to have FIVE of them deal with keeping your hands, eyes, words, and thoughts inside the ride at all times.

See? What did I tell you?

This dark and constant part of humanity is what liberalism appeals to and what it gleefully unleashes. Fear and a lack of humility drive those who would organize the system. Greed and avarice drive those who would be slaves to the system. And this is why the poison of liberalism will always be with us. It is inside us, fed by fear and buoyed by ego. God saw this. He knew it. He commanded us to resist it.

Another Bible saying is "It is better to give than to receive." This always struck me as nonsensical as a kid, because if everyone was giving, than everyone was also receiving. Which was actually better, therefore, became a moot point. However, in my old age, I've realized that if you take away the GIVE part, you destroy the RECEIVE part and the whole idea collapses. This is at the heart of why conservatism (capitalism) creates wealth and prosperity, while liberalism (socialism) creates need and poverty. In capitalism, in order for me to be successful and attain my own dreams, I have to somehow find a way to meet another's needs, dreams, desires. I must think of what I can GIVE. Of course, they, then, must give me an equal exchange in value, whether it is money or everyone is giving and everyone is receiving. The saying holds up, and prosperity and advancement are the results. But in socialism, I no longer am required to care what your needs are; giving to you is not necessary, receiving from you is the order of the day. Free education. Free healthcare. Free Obama phones. The GIVE part breaks down because no one is particularly concerned with that. They don't need to be. The RECEIVE part quickly dries up, however, because there is nothing to receive. This breakdown takes a little longer to materialize in real life because there we also have the ability to MAKE people give through the power of the state. Of course, it's just "their fair share.

Giving is an expression of who you are and what you can do; receiving is simply the satisfying of desires and needs. In balance, they create a perfect synergy. Out of balance, the whole thing breaks. Giving makes you a good person. Receiving doesn't. But liberals care not about what makes men good; in fact, they would be horrified at the suggestion that they should. They place all their moral impulse on meeting the physical needs of others, without understanding that receiving without giving creates fear, greed, despair, and unhappiness.

So let's imagine, for a moment, if the ideas of liberals actually took us to the promised land of Utopia. It would be a world, I imagine, where everything was taken care of for you, where all your needs were met -- a world of only receiving. A world where giving would have no purpose because no one would have any need of anything you had to give. 

This would be a world where no one had any value to any other person. Oh, there would be those who would be nice to each other, people would have friends, many would marry, as is always the case in any society. But in each person's heart there would be the knowledge that if they died, it would not matter, because their life didn't really matter. And in each heart would remain those eternal questions, only now, no one would have any way to address them. Where did we come from? It doesn't matter. Why are we here? It doesn't matter. Where will we go? It doesn't matter.

What we do matters. What we are able to do for others matters. Doing these things in a world where the outcome is uncertain matters. Rising about difficulties matters. Becoming someone stronger, better, wiser, more talented, more able to give matters. It all matters.

In a perfect Utopia, nothing would matter. It would be all about you...and you would find that you don't matter.

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Horse is not amused.

Despite the phrase "horse laugh", horses rarely find humans amusing.

Pretty Kitty

Farm Boy bought me a new car. This is a YUGE event in our house as we own our cars for decades. My cars always become something like family, with nicknames and personalities, and I find it hard to let them go. So when it clearly was time to trade in the Lexus sedan for something that, you know, drove, I struggled with actually making the decision. My car had been a stalwart and loyal companion and I felt that I was in some way abandoning him in his last days. It reminded me of a little film that I bought when my son was a toddler - The Brave Little Toaster. It was a Parents' Choice Award
Winner! Well, the parents who chose this little horror movie must have been Alec Baldwin and Geena Davis. The first time I watched it with our son, he had nightmares for weeks, and he never again liked the vacuum cleaner. Farm Boy and I used to joke that we should take it out of the closet and put it in his room after he had gone to sleep. AS A JOKE! WE WERE JOKING! We would never do anything like that. We loved our own sleep too much for those kinds of tricks.

Anyway, this movie was terrifying - filled with abandonment and death, and creepy little appliances. But the scene at the end where the cars get "killed" came vividly to mind when I had to leave my car at the dealers lot.

So I sadly, and with no small measure of guilt, left my car to his fate and drove off in my new car.

That should be the end of the story, except most of my stories have something to do with annoying, stupid people, and this is no exception. My new car is a Jaguar, and I do love, love LOVE it. It purrs like a kitten, kittens, and it suits me, I think. However, what has become a sincere struggle since acquiring it is the incredible number of dicks that have suddenly erupted on the highways of California! Despite the fact that this car is white, it is like waving a red flag in front of bulls. Men in everything from trucks to Toyota Corollas are now drag racing me, tailgating me, swerving to pass me. My little kitty brings out the beast in them.

Of course I thought it was just me, because I do have a tendency to give driving lessons to stupid people, but today my even-tempered and speed-limit-following Farm Boy mentioned he felt like he was in a Death Race 2000 outtake every time he drove the Jag. He was getting ready to leave for Southern California to spend a week at the Grand Prix International show jumping in the desert, when I asked if he wanted to drive the new car. "No way. It's too much stress. You can't drive that thing 10 miles without someone trying to kill you just to get around you. Everybody wants to race you."

So, for once in my life, it wasn't just me. The world really had become filled with assholes. And they are probably all voting for Trump.

Shakespeare for Horse Lovers