the wild ones


Sarah Palin with Patriot Riders is JUST LIKE BIKER GANG MASSACRE

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George Zimmerman was

hanging on the edge of a cliff

Perhaps some of you have noticed my absence over the last couple few weeks. I started becoming the person I hate…angry bitter anxious and frustrated all the time. Not my personal life, which couldn’t be more perfect. It was the influence I’d allowed from all the external forces. Uncivilization got to me. For a long time we’ve all been witnessing a decline in our society and as hard as I tried I just couldn’t fix it. So I ran screaming to The Grand Canyon. I wanted something that hadn’t changed. I wanted to see and meet people across America that weren’t the nasty passive-aggressive progressives that reside amongst me everywhere in Looney Leftyville. I had to get away from the Lympians. And the news.

I’ve had quite a few emotional years what with the passing of my Rumsfeld and Smurphy…the issues they succumbed to were fraught with much trauma and unknowns and process. Rumsfeld’s tumor caused a lot of problems prior to his diagnosis and there was much stress involved. From the behavior issues that we couldn’t solve to the seizures and subsequent diagnosis was almost 3 years. Then there was the healing. Then my beloved cranky old Smurphy began his decline. He came to us as a rescue at age 4 and carried with him a lot of emotional doggy scars. He required so very much diligence and patience and having him in our lives was challenging. My job was to keep him safe and out of trouble. It was more work than I realized. But his last two years as an only dog changed a lot. He remained untrusting of people and other dogs but he and I developed a bond that was so intense I just haven’t been able to really talk about it until now. We were both quite damaged from the past and carried a lot of baggage. He trusted me implicitly, loved me unconditionally and depended on me and we met each others emotional needs to the end. I miss him so terribly I don’t know how I’ve been able to bear it. He was also the last of the 4 of the original pack and for the fist time sine I was 16 I was without a pet….and for the last 20 years, without a dog.

I decided one afternoon returning from The Asylum that I wanted to go to The Grand Canyon. I don’t know why there specifically, perhaps because it was so Americana and nostalgic, but I think it has a much deeper meaning. I was at the edge of the abyss…but now I’m back.

I have SO MUCH to share about the trip…we rented a mini RV and drove 3500 miles in 14 days. We hardly slept, we saw much and experienced everything mind/body and soul. Then 2 hours after our return Friday, we picked up our Taggart. I am exhausted and quite pre-occupied what with a 9 week old Corgi and getting my life back to routine. Apologies for running away and not telling everyone and leaving you to wonder what happened to me. It’s really not a good idea to broadcast to the world that you are going away on vacation and there was so much planning and preparing to do I just got overwhelmed-er.
But I’m back now. And I think I’m back from the edge. Not physically refreshed by any means ( vacations and puppies are HARD :) but I think my emotional energy is refreshed and I left a lot of baggage in that great big hole.

I even decided that boycotting the plastic shopping sack ban wasn’t fun anymore and bought my first re-useable bag at the Canyon gift shop!

To be continued ( especially when we get the time to go through 860 photographs! :)…………

Mz Grundy

she’s eternal

Saida Grundy is an incoming black sociology professor at Boston University.

Here are some of her Twits:

“White masculinity isn’t a problem for america’s colleges, white masculinity is THE problem for america’s colleges,”

“Why is white America so reluctant to identify white college males as a problem population?”

“Deal with your white sh*t, white people. slavery is a *YALL* thing,”

Here’s her apology excuse for cussing out some poor rape-survivor who wandered into a FB ‘discussion’ about how black women and LGGBBQ women Do NOT owe white women any assistance solidarity, maaan over the [non]issue of Equal Pay™

I regret that my personal passion about issues surrounding these events led me to speak about them indelicately,’ she said in a statement last week.

‘I deprived them of the nuance and complexity that such subjects always deserve.’

This is her “lack of nuance”:

^^THIS IS THE S**T I AM TALKING ABOUT. WHY DO YOU GET TO PLAY THE VICTIM EVERY TIME PEOPLE OF COLOR AND OUR ALLIES WANT TO POINT OUT RACISM. my CLAWS?? Do you see how you just took an issue that WASNT about you, MADE it about you, and NOW want to play the victim when I take the time to explain to you some s**t that is literally $82,000 below my pay grade? And then you promote your #whitegirltears like that’s some badge you get to wear… YOU BENEFIT FROM RACISM. WE’RE EXPLAINING THAT TO YOU and you’re vilifying my act of intellectual altruism by saying i stuck my “claws” into you?’

wow.

just …wow.

Hard to have a “National Conversation About Race” with that little gal.

Returning from AWOL

Life in The Country™ — in motion

Sorry I’ve been somewhat ….lackadaisical in my posting of late. Been riding my own special amusement park ride. weee.

It’s called BPPV [Benign if “benign” means Ginormous Pain Inna Arse Paroxysmal Positional Vertigo]. Its something usually caused by having had a virus [like that Big Flu I had in January. and again in February. like a cod laid out on the couch I was. weee.]

Finish your assignment! »

It’s also called — as I was informed with great glee by Doc Smartypants — Rocks in Your Head.

This Benign condition consists of sudden, overwhelming dizziness. Which — in meeeee, cuz I’m a timorous, tremulous Big Ol’ Guuuurl — produces the kind of panic reaction consistent with falling over a 1,000,000 foot cliff. Or what I would imagine that would be cuz, being a timorous, tremulous Big Ol’ Guuuurl, I’ve never actually experienced that. But instinctive, autonomic, primordial it is. Panic.

The basic idea is that in the teeny-tiny majykkial workings of one’s inner ear is a pouch containing some fluid and some tiny calcium crystals. That little part is what tells ya which way is Up. Useful.

There are also three loops [labyrinth] filled with fluid that sense motion and which work with the visual system to keep objects in focus when yer head is moving. Also quite useful. Likely quite robust in fighter pilots, ice skaters and astronauts. [But not Barfin’ Jake Garn. BTNIN]

BPPV occurs when the little calcium crystals escape their home and wander off into the labyrinth to mis-stimulate the delicate nerves therein.

Making one feel … many unpleasant sensations. In meee, feeling completely unable to grasp one blade of grass to keep from falling off the earth. Then the panic. Then the nausea.

Tiresome.

Well, Dr Smartypants demonstrated to me thru a series of abrupt movements that [ I don’t think I left any grab-marks on him] 1] he was convinced of his diagnosis [ie I wasn’t actually in peril] and 2] that it would clear up if only I gave it the required 30 seconds [a subjective eternity, believe you me]. Which, for me, adequately placed reason over panic.

Turns out, the way to Make It Better is to make it happen — over and over and over and over — until the inner ear figures it out and sends the misplaced little crystals off their walkabout and back to their little chamber to do their job properly and quit gumming up the works.

“On. Purpose??!?!?!?” sez me.
“Yep.” he grins.

hm…

And it’s working. Not gone, but less often. Less randomly [it seems]. Less eternal. Now I just stop at random times, eyes tight shut, grasp nearby furniture / trees / random strangers and count [to 15… to 10… sometimes til til 7… yay!] Not a graceful nor elegant posture, but effective.

And, from the online reading I’ve been doing, there’s an aspect of re-prioritizing one’s senses in responding to perception. yeah. Usually it’s vision that helps inform balance, but when yer eyeballs are jumping around like a gigged frog, they are unhelpful at best.

Now I can feel my focus going toward the solidity of the wall I’m grabbing, the ground under my feet, etc., and it’s helping.

I’m only going on and on about meeeeee in hopes that this little story can help if this happens suddenly. It was a month or so after the flu wandered off before this happened — seemingly out of the blue. I never would have connected the two. Sudden overwhelming dizziness can mean many things — some of them truly icky — but if you don’t let the panic take over [like I did Doh!] it may be a little easier to get it sorted out.

Remember:

ToDaZeD Thought Crime & Punishment

quell butch…

“If I’m president of the United States and you’re thinking about joining al-Qaeda or ISIL [Islamic State], I’m not gonna call a judge, I’m gonna call a drone and we will kill you.”

Cossackers

I thought this was gonna be just another joke.
It wasn’t.

Vladimir Putin has been described as a “czar” by fans and critics alike, but a group of Cossacks in St. Petersburg have gone a step further, erecting a statue of Putin in the form of a Roman emperor.

The [7.9-inch] bust, erected by a group that supports Putin, depicts the Russian leader, head turned imperiously, wearing Roman laurels, armor and a cloak.

“In this image is the symbol of our Russian democracy,” Andrei Polyakov, who heads the Irbis Orthodox Union of Cossacks, which commissioned the statue for their new headquarters outside St. Petersburg, Putin’s hometown, told Russian media.

Presidents come and go, but an emperor as a symbol is, I think, probably what Russia needs,” Polyakov told Reuters. [story]

Remember how the last one ended up?

Wellp, reckon we all know where my next pit stop is gonna be.
Pigeons’ll beat me to it, though.

(What? Well, if I had the means, I’d have a big one made of Obama … so I could pull it down on YouTube.)
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Czar/Tsar — emperor: Caesar (Lat.) or Kaiser (Ger.)

Ox Göring

Obama’s plan for a “Civilian National Security Force” armed and funded as well as the military seems to have hit a reality snag.

I think his original idea was to provide a federalized domestic force (e.g. basij) as a counter to a culturally conservative, constitutionally loyal military establishment so that internal security measures (i.e. intimidation of any opposition) could be pursued in furtherance of centralizing government under the federal executive. In other words, the military shrinks, and it’s middle and senior leadership is purged; the civilian population (i.e. unorganized militia) is disarmed, or at least hobbled in their use and availability of arms and ammo; federal agencies’ enforcement units are heavily armed and given wide authority to push their weight around; and the local/state police are provided with military-style equipment and funding, thereby “buying” their loyalty and institutionalizing federal authority. On top of this, the entire definition of “internal security threat” was being dishonestly redefined to mean political resistance from traditional attitudes and groups (e.g. conservatives, Christians, white guys, etc.) rather than existential threats (e.g. Islamists, invaders, etc.).

In essence, the traditional military was to be gelded, the people made defenseless, federal coercive powers expanded, non-federal police federalized, and the enemy redefined. So far so good, if you’re a std-issue wannabe totalitarian.

Funny thing happened on the way to the Forum, though …
• First, libertarians, liberty-loving conservatives, and fellow-travelling Progs (the suckers who believed the Left’s Sorelian myth) said, “Now wait just a gull-danged minute, here!” but for different reasons.
[insert extended term paper, here, about why that was; because I'm sure you know what I mean]
• Second, (and this is the primary “funny thing”) there was anger over police methods (anger, demonstrations, and violence) from groups whose self-perceived interests the Obamunists took for granted. Seems that the first mission of these forces would be the suppression of Obama’s presumed constituency, not intimidation of the establishment.
They neglected to consider whose ox was bein’ gored.
Yeah … oops !

Nine months after police in riot gear dispelled racially charged protests, President Barack Obama is prohibiting the federal government from providing some military-style equipment to local departments and putting stricter controls on other weapons and gear distributed to law enforcement. [story]

Yeah … oops !

Okay, I hear ya. There’s another possibility:
He actually wants feral behavior and lawlessness to succeed in destroying this free republic, but he got the timing wrong.
He wants riots/insurrections to encourage a popular demand for federal law-and-order powers (e.g. Enabling Act), but he got the cart before the horse. Now, instead of riding to the rescue, his actions are seen by his constituency as a cause of the problem.
Yeah … oops !

In the early 20thC, Progressives differentiated themselves from other collectivist totalitarians by promoting American-style “good fascism,” so they never developed the means for outright, overt oppression. Americans wouldn’t buy it.
Trouble is, ain’t no such thing as “good fascism.”
There are such things as betrayal of one’s countrymen, sedition, and treason to the Constitution, however.

… and arrogant stupidity.

*woo*woo*woo*woo*

Prog *woo*woo*woo*woo*,
not Curly *woo*woo*woo*woo*.

Democrat pow-wows
What’re ‘em folks smokin’?

I have no problem with funny ethnic jokes and gestures,
but it’s always funnier when Prog hypocrites do ‘em.

Okay, it’s even funnier funnier when Prog’s react to Prog hypocrites doin’ ‘em

(What? Well, it’s a slow weekend, and this cracked me up.)

Happy Armed Forces Day

And a locker-room pat on the ass for the men who went mano-a-mano with Abu Sayyaf’s guys in Syria the other day and, while scooping-up intel, managed to rescue an 18-year-old Yazidi slave girl.
(What? I’m sure Brian Williams will give us a first-hand report soon.)