The Damndest Things Happen Sometimes

I just got through corresponding via Email with a gentleman from ABC who is looking to do a program on main stream Americans who are starting to see the writing on the wall and are stocking up for surviving hard times and even going so far as to going off the grid.

I had left a comment on another website, as I have already started in.

I forget that when I comment on other WordPress sites it is real easy to track me down. (waving at the NSA guys)

I gave him a lot of good info and websites to go look at and even a phone number to an excellent site based right down the road from where I grew up on the coast of Oregon.

I think that this is a very good time to address this subject.

A huge number of people in this country don’t have the faintest clue what to do when the lights go out.

Myself, I have been surviving by my wits for years and I can be pretty damn resourceful when I have to be.

If you are interested, this place has more information than you can shake a dead cat at;

Backwoods Home.

Things are getting scary and the Recession/Depression no one wants to talk about has already started, I suggest you do too.

Skip This One

This place is a Weblog, a personal log or diary by definition.

This is where I get to vent my spleen for free, I appreciate that. The bitch about that is ,I, like so many other people try like Hell to see that other people read what I am thinking. Narcissistic,to be kind.

Today was not a real good day, to put it mildly,and I’d just as soon as you went to see some cute cats as see me feel sorry for myself.

Move on so I can do a little venting.

I would love to beg forgiveness for being so fucking stupid and uncaring for what my my Grand Parents, long gone and the ones still here had to overcome in their lives.

It’s a bitch getting older.

So many people you know, some you love, some you care about, that die, some that are destined to die and modern medicine can’t help them and then the ones that are just fucked up and have collateral damage left for other people to deal with.

I have left some of that in my time. I have also had to deal with the other end of that.

Listening to myself snivel makes me very ashamed of myself. I just need to get it out on the table and look at it.

I don’t have to deal with evil motherfuckers ordering other people to shoot and kill my friends and neighbors. I don’t have to worry about people flying over my Rat Hole who I can’t hear until the bombs explode in my neighbors daughters wedding ceremony. I don’t have to worry too much about my babies getting blown apart or being burned beyond recognition by some power mad war criminals from some place I will never see.

i HAVE ELECTRICITY, RUNNING WATER AND FOOD TO EAT.

That is more than my government will allow anyone who happens to be within a hundred miles of an oil well in Iraq.

I guess I really don’t have too much to complain about, except I had a bad day, a friend passed away, I have a relative that is going to and some other family issues came charging to my attention.

I get to get up and go to work tomorrow.

It could be a lot worse.

Don’t Even Bother

This is what what I see Mr. Bloody Bill Kristol,

Dude, two seven off suit is not a raising hand.

Let me make my thoughts here so obvious even you can understand what I am trying to communicate to you.

“I Call”.

Without question your track record speaks for itself, my 94 year old Granny could whip your ass when it comes to politics, seriously!

You sir, are one of the biggest proponents of the absolute disasters of foreign policy the world has ever seen.

Your record is spotless, and very much documented.

As a matter of fact, there isn’t a hole deep enough for you to try and hide in, and you know it.

You willfully ignorant piece of human detritus.

Neither you, or any other intestinal parasites OR your fellow propagandists, are ever, ever going to unload your guilt with sidestepping and trying to lay blame on the perpetrators of one of the most hideous and outrageous attempts at stealing another countries wealth with the total disregard to human suffering since Pol Pot.

Forget Hitler, that comparison is too easy.

The Killing Fields, that is more of a current comparison.

Now that the writing is on the wall, and your heroes have turned into War Criminals and killers of TWO countries, you are wont to disavow your previously earnest, vociferous and quite public chastising of anyone who disagreed with the official line of propaganda.

This is what I see today.

I see ya trying though, slinking through the beer and puke you assholes left on the back porch after eight goddamn years of whooping it up at my expense.Trying to avoid the shit in the walkway on your hands and knee’s, blowing Chunks and trying to weasel yer fucking way out the back door.

News Flash for you, Mr. New York Fuckin’ Times, you and your co- conspirators are on the wrong end of the logic probe.

My God man, you have aligned yourself with and defended traitors, real ones, not the people who were right all along and you tried to bully and libel from your over paid pulpit.

My advice to you is to disappear while the getting is good.

You might think over half of the people in this country are stupid, I have news for you,

not only are we not stupid, we were right.

You were wrong.

Although I’ll probably pour ice water on Dick Cheney in Hell before I hear you admit it.

YAY

It’s Monday.

Fuck.

Be VERY Afraid

While I was out throwing away good money today playing Poker, one of the Ex Girlfriends made a Grand Appearance.

This is the last one I was with, quite the learning experience I got from her.

I won’t go into the details except to say she has some control issues, and I usually don’t know what the fuck I’m going to be doing five minutes from now.

Last I heard she had wrangled some guy into a proposal and was swinging around a pretty good sized rock on her finger. Shortly after she told me all this wonderful news,she invited me to a friendly Poker tournament at her new place, along with several mutual friends.

I didn’t stay long after getting my ass handed to me very early.

Come to find out,a while after I left, the prospective groom showed up drunker than a seven peckered billy goat and ended up getting the cops called on him and thrown out on his ass.

He moved out, after they had signed a three year lease on a big ass house and now she is kinda fucked.

She showed up in ” Victim Aquisition” mode tonight, all fuckin dolled up. I didn’t run, they focus on fear and motion.

One nice thing about the lessons you finally learn as ya get older.

The First Cougar?

My oh my oh my.

The more I see of Mrs. McCain the more I wonder about potential revelations of just exactly what she has been up to while she has been faintly rooting for The Husband.

A hundred million and no tax info for us. Gee darling, if it was good enough for Theresa, it’s good enough for you.

Unless of course, you really don’t wany anyone to know about those private tennis lessons, or maybe the exclusive contract with the pool cleaning service.

Why yes, Iam being an asshole, I have had a great deal of instruction from those people who come to your house for some Kool aid flavored pork steaks.

You are not getting a pass sweetheart.

If you think for one second you are going to get away with trying to hide the dough you come by and use to throw towards your husbands bid for the Presidency, I have news for you. Even your base is going to want to see that. MSM or not.

What I want to know is who your plastic surgeon is, Michael Jackson could use a good referral.

By the way, I quit drinking Budweiser when I found out about their gun policy.

Rice flavored beer is just not PC these days anyway.

Reading The Scrapings Off The Bottom Of My Shoe

I have been staying away from politics for a reason, I have enough bullshit to deal with everyday.

The more I see all over the toobz, the more I am thankful I am taking a time out. Fuck the Tee Vee and those intestinal parasites.

I swear, I am so glad that I still have two brain cells that occasionally work at the same time.I will readily admit that I have paid good money for the ever increasing brain farts I experience lately.

Let me get down to the brass tacks here. The Oligarchy has told the fucking media that McCain is the only sonofabitch they can seem to force feed to the Republicans. The guy is a fucking idiot. He doesn’t even get 80% of the the votes from his own party in these primaries. He comes in third behind Clinton and Obama consistently.

I don’t give a shit if I ever wanted anything in my life, I would never sacrifice the few principles I have the way this man has.

Unfortunately, I must include Mrs. Clinton in this too.

That really hurts too.

I would have pulled the lever for her in a heartbeat. The first lady President. I would have loved to have seen that. But she killed that dream, dead.

The same way that Nancy Pelosi killed my dream of the first lady with the power to rip the guts out of the criminal motherfuckers that are to this day laughing in the face of justice and carting off everything that isn’t nailed down and pissing on everything that is.

The continual blatant, dare you to do something about it, criminality of the Republican party in the form of George W Bush and crew has me so pissed off, that damn near every elected official in the land has me beyond exasperated.

Give me a fucking break.

In my lifetime I have watched the checks and balances that were built into our form of governance get so outrageously ignored that I have been dumbstruck at the lack of pushback.

Dumbstruck.

Yet all I see is the willingness and the outright guarantee that this is just a test to see just how far one can go in being legally illegal.

The law is not the law, here, listen to this lawyer.

Legal precedent gets thrown to the curb like an old drunk whore with a sore ass.

By the way, Fuck you, Alito, Scalito, Thomas and Roberts.

Hilary Clinton has shown me that she is one hundred percent behind this mindset.

I have no use for desperate politicians who use the Republicans playbook just to get elected.

That is Fucked Up.

There is no Santa Claus, stupid me.

I have a very simple message to anyone that wants my vote, prosecutors that are non political, and thousands of ‘em.

Mr. Obama is a fucking enigma. I know in my heart he has an agenda that is going to rock this country to the core, he just hasn’t let everyone in on it yet.

I believe he is going to be the Democratic nominee though. The lesser of two evils?

Exactly what have we got to lose at this point? Certainly not our jobs, houses and any sense of well being as we watch the place go down the shitter.

At this point,you have to cut out the gangrenous tissue to try and save the patient.

Someone is going to inherit one of THE most politically and economically hideous situations this country has seen in TWO generations. Something I am sure the Republicans celebrate nightly.

Do we dare think that whoever it is is going to roll back the abusive precedents that George Bush has used repeatedly?

NO.

Grab yer ankles. America as we knew it is dead and gone.

If we are lucky, we might stop the backslide before we get all the way back to the mid twelfth century, where some people in this country have been trying to get to at warp speed.

I Have Achieved

VICTORY!!!!

Yes, hostilities ceased yesterday at 9:42 PM Pacific time with the unconditional surrender of my most worthy opponent. Immediate reconcilliation and normalization of relationships followed.

A fast track peace plan has already been realized and as I type the varmint is laying next to me kneading my leg and purring like a race car.

What a lover this little thing turned out to be. The minute I got home and opened the door there were two meows and immediate head butting of my leg. I couldn’t even get sat down and she was in my lap wanting some love.

She is going to be a great cat.

I am just tickled.

What Not To Name Your Cat

While I was thinking about Baby and trying to come up with something witty for your reading pleasure, I got to thinking of all the cats I have had over the years, there were several.

I am an Ornery Bastard, always have been and in naming my cats it has always given me great pleasure to give them perfectly awful names.Take my word for it, Baby was the first one you could call and not have people look at you in disgust.

I fondly remember one of my first ones, Black as coal and just as ornery as I am, I got her from the pound and named her Bitch.

I had been working construction, right out of High School, but the job ended and I moved in with my God fearing grandmother in between jobs and the cat caused her a great deal of unhappiness, especially when the varmint crawled under the house and went into heat.Yowling and crying and screaming and moaning,you name it. This went on for a couple days,unknownst by me, I was out partying it up. I finally staggered home to find Granny beside herself. Get that cat, now! We are taking it to the vet and getting it fixed!

Under the house I go on my belly, only to find the poor thing with her front leg stuck through her collar and miserable.
Off to the vet we go. We get there and the lady tells me what a beautiful cat she is and asks me her name. Bitch I say’s. Out of the corner of my eye I see the color drain out of Granny’s face.Mortally embarrassed, she mumbles something about just call her Kitty.

Oh no. it’s Bitch I say.Now Granny’s face is bright red and she is not a happy camper.The receptionist sees Granny’s discomfort and gives me the stink eye.Whatever, I think to myself. We need to get her fixed, I say. Fine. We’ll call you when she is ready to pick up.

All the way home I’m gettin’ the Old School Catholic Granny treatment. You haven’t lived until you’ve had that a few times.

We pick up the varmint a couple days later and all is forgotten, until a couple weeks later.

Granny goes to the Post office to collect the mail one day and I come home to find one seriously pissed off Grandmother.

She says to me, I have NEVER been so embarrassed!

What’s the matter, I ask, making sure I have a clear shot at the door, I ain’t completely stupid.

The vet sent a reminder that YOUR cat needs to come back in and get checked up on.

Yeah, OK.

She flings the reminder card at me and stormed out of the room.

I pick up the thing and turn it over, it was addressed to Bitch, with my Grandmothers last name.

I am so lucky to be alive.

Cross posted at My Favorite Therapod’s, I Am Trex,by special invitation from a neat lady,Margot and posted by Texbetsy, who is also a neat lady. My eternal thanks for even considering me. I am SO humbled. Trex is fuckin’ AWESOME!!

My Achin’ Ass

I way the fuck over did it today.
75 degrees and knee high grass in the back yard and parts of the driveway.
I had to drag a broke down truck out of the driveway and get the POS running to knock down some unruly grass .
I ended up pushing them both back in. Not before I laid a big tarp down to kill the fucking grass in the driveway though.This after being sick for the last three days.
THUD.