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Monday, December 5, 2016

Christmas Joy and HUD?

Amidst the Trump Twitter wars...

and holiday events...

... my life has become a normal spiritual holiday time. Here is my naked holiday video with a song for all of you...

I really needed that. It made me feel pretty.

After all, it took a while to exorcise the devil from within me after the burglary. I still am paranoid and scared of a second one. But...for now...I am turning my attention to the holidays.

Bug is full of enthusiasm to decorate and of course has given her mother an impossible list to fill but with the disclaimer: "It's OK if  you can't afford most of this."

Do their lists get more expensive with age? I believe so.

It's nice she recognizes her mother is poor, but I wish I could give her the sun, moon, and stars without giving her no sense of appreciation or instilling over-entitlement or disregarding any appreciation of the American dollar along with that spoilage.

I always drag her along for donating for Toys for Tots. But I still don't think she gets it. Well, I tried.

Photo credit: Someone brilliant on Pinterest

We got into the Christmas spirit by going to a Christmas walk in town and now tomorrow, our town has the annual tree lighting festivities with hot cocoa and cookies on every corner. Be still my sugar tooth. I must not indulge. I refuse to gain the holiday 15...or is it 5?

And just when I am full of the Christmas spirit...our news outlets report some strange occurrence. Meanwhile...Trump nominates Carson for HUD dude? Really? Whiskey-tango-foxtrot. Is it one of those moments where he goes..."PSYCH! I was really really going to say Surgeon General."

Bless the souls lost in the fires in Tennessee and Oakland. Grr. I have no words.

Friday, December 2, 2016

Put Your Left Foot Out

I am full of joy, Master Chief!

Not really. I do feel Satan is leaving my body, however.

So what gives? Nothing. Nothing gives except time. Time to dissipate anger. I passed it around. Everyone near to me is so happy with this and you're welcome.

In the news? It's quite gloomy out there. Fires. Riots. Protesters yanking tree lights off Christmas displays. Shootings. Knifings. Crazy shit. And the leftists blame it on the right. Let's take a poll and find out how many of those suspects are Republicans. Oh, snap. Fargo is full of snark. Is it true? Is it true that Satan has been driven out and our old Fargo is appearing?

I don't know. I still feel some fiery anger in there. It makes me frown a lot while I walk around.

But I would wager a banana salad and a coffee those folks up there creating some issues going beyond just peaceful protesting... are mostly undeclared, Independents, or Democrats. Mostly leftists.

The Faceplant has been so full of daily rants and ridicules. I have never heard of so many people defriended their family and friends over someone they have never met or invited over for dinner. So..you just exorcised Aunt Mary from your Facebook friends because she voted for Trump? You just defriended five friends because of their daily Democrat rants? Really? We have grown such thin skins. It might be age at our stage in the game. THEY say skin gets thin as we grow old. Anyway...wow. You could just click on the notifications and not get them in your newsfeed or ignore their tantrums and political rants. Just a suggestion.

I like to stir them up. Put my two cents out there.

It's quite interesting. I find it a good study of human behavior.

Hold my beer...watch this.

Many of my friends still seek out their safe spaces. Meanwhile, I am eating popcorn and drinking wine and enjoying the shit show.

Who let the dogs out? Roof. Yeah. We are not only talking about pets...but MAD DOGS. On some chaotic news of epic glory....Trump is nominating Mattis. I hope he gets an exception. I like the guy. I don't know him personally, but I like him for that job. I think part of that position is you have be super intelligent and up to date on military innards and outtards and all that jazz but also a bit ruthless. I think Mattis is a nice ruthless. He does it in a diplomatic hard stance way.

And the voter recount thingy? Nicccceeee. What a waste of millions of dollars. Could have done some real good for charity work. Isn't it funny how millions get thrown at stuff like that, but we can't get our own country out of poverty. Hmm...

I think I need some new shoes. Oh. Look. Macy's sale!

Still to this day, there is a division and it still gets fed by the media and accelerated to epic proportions. The anchors bring out their party colors and if studio materials weren't made well, I would expect to see things destroyed in tantrums, rage fits and throw downs, or pencil slamming.

Insert more popcorn.

Enjoy the show. This is free shit we don't get every day.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

The Robburglar

Some housekeeping is in order.

First, there are a lot of fucks in here today. If you are against cursing as part of the English language in which they can be used as adjectives or nouns, you should leave today and go to a nice peace making site. Today if full of anger and joy. Cop style.

Cops have pet peeves. We either ignore them or they grate on our nerves like fingernails on a chalkboard. If it becomes a chronic issue, I will become the People's Frankenstein.

Two of the most common are firearms safety and the bastardizing of verbage. Ok. Pause. Thinking about these things is already fucking with my head and causing the beast mode to be activated. I think part of the reason is because I was recently a victim of burglary and so I am pissy. If it is coming out in this post, I apologize to all of you lovely people.

My next research project is going to focus on how long it takes victims to expel anger.

Ok. So back to the heart of this verbial bastardizing post. Yes, I make up words, too. But my peeves aren't with people making up words, it is with them not knowing what they fucking actually are. So here goes: MY PEEVES

1. Keep your fucking finger out of the trigger-index, index, index. 

I think when I type those words, I am actually pounding the keyboard. The effects of seeing someone misusing or mishandling a firearm rages to my ever inner soul. Seriously. I will say something to a fool. I just did the other day in a gun shop and the fucking firearm wasn't even loaded. It was my big boss. I helped him purchase a new weapon and he was handling and I am all like WHOA, DUDE. It was all good. He is new and now that he has gone to the range...he is so respectful and good with his Glock. Yay. He is proud and I am proud.

But first...there was CLASH OF THE TITANS.

2. If I hear another person say, "I've been robbed! I've been robbed!" and someone hasn't had a gun to their head or beat up while the family gold was ripped from their neck, then I am going to give them a fucking throat chop. Do you know what the word "robbery" or "robbed" means? Do you know the internal response an officer feels when the word "robbery" is mentioned or the images circling in our head?

"OMG. Are you OK?"

Sure this is a natural response to any victimization of crime.

But when you say robbery, I am visualizing you with body wounds or some serious mental injury.

And there is a difference between robbery, burglary, and home invasion.

When a locked/unlocked occupied/unoccupied structure or fenced area gets entered or suspects remain upon and/or property is stolen...that is a FUCKING BURGLARY.  If people are in their home, and an entry is made and goods stolen that is a home invasion. This includes an "invasion into the structure" concurrently while bad guys are running around stealing and shit and scaring the residents. Additionally they could be stealing while the residents are sleeping. That is a form of a burglary and often referred to as a FUCKING HOME INVASION. Some might charge it as a robbery and some might charge it as a burglary. It depends on what the intent of the bad guys was/is at the time and what they are doing and saying. Kapeesh?

If weapons are involved, it is a FUCKING AGGRAVATED BURGLARY. That means if they had weapons or stole weapons. Now if the bad guys used weapons in the home invasion that can also be kidnapping and armed robbery and aggravated burglary all together. See? Get it?

If a business owner is doing their daily business thing and a dude comes in with a weapon or pretend weapon and demands money or steals shit...that is a fucking robbery. If the business owner is home and the business is closed and bad guys come into the business and steal shit...that is a fucking burglary. If they steal guns from a gun shop that is THE END OF THE FUCKING WORLD and AN AGGRAVATED BURGLARY.

If you are walking down the street and get "mugged", that is a fucking robbery. If weapons are involved, it is a FUCKING ARMED ROBBERY. If just physical strength or threats are used it is a FUCKING STRONG ARM ROBBERY. OK. Kapeesh?

It is not a robbery when Little Johnnie's bike gets stolen out of the front yard. It is not a robbery when your tools get stolen out of your garage or home. Do not run into the front yard of your home, screaming, "I HAVE BEEN ROBBED!", when your x-box has been stolen while you were at work.

Both types of bad guys who engage in this kind of theivery can be defined as fucking rat bastards. 

You know what makes me most mad about being a victim of a burglary? I know better to be more careful. But I also hid things. It was locked up, etc. No, I didn't leave it in the yard. It sucks when you live in a shitty state where insurance on a restoration site does not cover contents and it is sky high for structure coverage and liability. It fucking sucks. Another reason why I am not long for this Indiana world.

The one thing stolen from me which makes me so damn mad is the red Milwaukee 2407 drill set that I bought after my first divorce as my freedom tool. I am poor and so I will have to wait for my tax refund to replace it.

Fucking rat bastards.
And also my rubber mallet. I used that to finish a fireplace and I was damn proud of my work. Yes, I stripped that mantel and put those rocks on there. I R a mason. I mean, seriously, I wish I had the dough to go out and buy a new set and love it and hug it or go rescue mine from the bad guy. That's how much I loved it. I am so sad. I'm sad about the tools which were given to me by my friends when I got divorced. I am sad about the tools I purchased over many years. I am sad about the ones that were left behind by my ex-husband that I re-purposed and learned how to use. I am sad about my dad's tools that I had since he died. I am just fucking sad.

Sealing of stones left and wallah! DONE.


I know. You are like...Whoa, Fargo, where hath she gone? I really do feel homicidal today and boy howdy, do I wish the Wild West was alive for just one moment to take care of my business on the home front. I know it is a fleeting moment of intense anger. However, it has lasted two days. That's probably not healthy. I don't talk about it at work much. Everyone knows right now I am an explosion waiting to happen.

I'm sure my Milwaukee drill was pawned for heroin. I hope their fucking teeth fall out and they rot in hell. Yes, I have already had a bottle of wine as therapy two nights ago and it did not help.

And if you want to tell me about your day and the cute arrangement you made on your mantel or how wonderful your cup of coffee tastes...well, I don't want to hear about it. Why? Because I want to be a miserable fucking bitch for a while. Nuff said.

I am literally running around every day with tear filled eyes, trying to avoid looking like a cry baby but all I want to do is weep.