When I say it’s you I like, I’m talking about that part of you that knows that life is far more than anything you can ever see or hear or touch. That deep part of you that allows you to stand for those things without which humankind cannot survive. Love that conquers hate, peace that rises triumphant over war, and justice that proves more powerful than greed. ##Mr. Rogers
… over the course of a remarkable life and career, he evolved. From addiction to three decades of sobriety. From sordid escapades as a dealer and pimp to Disney soundtracks and the model for sleepy-eyed, jive-talking Muppet musician Dr. Teeth. From hometown outcast to one of its most outspoken advocates and beloved characters. read more at:https://www.theadvocate.com/new_orleans
Little by little our rights are being exported to other countries. Countries we, as Americans, touted as, backwater, backwoods and backwards. Pro Choice? Pro Life? Pro…Do the Next Right Thing…is ebbing away.
So, you take a woman’s right to choose away? So, you take gay rights away? So, you take the environment away? Bit by bit, little pieces of Me/US gone!
Detention without Provocation
Surveillance Society ( a rapid expansion of data collection, storage, tracking, and mining)
I am not prepping for ‘doomsday’ but…I am concerned about the state of living in America.
I have a cat that should have been an extra in ‘the Sixth Sense.’ She runs through the house on a daily basis, darting from shadow to shadow. Jumping at light beams that dance on the ceiling. And, once, she alerted me, by ducking down, low to the ground like a POW…to the fact that mirror-ball’s have mystical powers.
Therefore, the following, not necessarily the news, story…does not surprise me.
Have you ever felt the hair on the back of your neck stand up? Or maybe felt a strong presence near you? Your pet may feel and even see the same thing. As we’ve discovered, cats have very powerful eyesight. They can see in low lighting thanks, feline’s possessing six to eight times as many light-sensing rods as humans.
Recall a time when you noticed your cat staring tensely towards a seemingly empty space or spending a suspicious amount of time around one particular spot in the house.
It’s likely that your cat is sensitive to a concentrated amount of negative energy and is attempting to protect you and your home from possible infiltration by evil spirits and ghosts.
This is because cats bear a uniquely powerful aura, also known as an astral force, that works to repel negative energy.
It is possible that this negative energy remains left over from some traumatic experience in the past before you came to live in the home, or the entity could come from outside the home and try to force its way in.
The cat serves as a valuable line of defense for you and your loved ones by attempting to trap the evil spirit in its powerful energy field and lead it out of the house.
Be sure not to disturb your cat if you notice that it is purposefully wandering around your house.
Cats are skilled at discerning the intentions of astral entities and could be following some source of negative energy in the attempt to ambush it and remove it from your immediate environment if it senses a threatening aura.
My suggestion? Next time you are looking to rent a new apartment or perhaps, buy a new home…release the pussy!
People let me tell you ’bout my best friend He’s a warm hearted person who’ll love me ’til the end People let me tell you bout my best friend He’s a one boy cuddly toy, my up, my down, my pride and joy
A day at the dog park or rural trail can often poise a problem when encountering others with your dog/dogs:
Why does my dog hump? And, how can I get him to knock it the fuck off?
Like play fighting, play humping can be a completely normal and acceptable behavior between two dogs as long as it doesn’t upset one of the dogs. Some dogs play hump each other back and forth, and everyone is fine with it. Some dogs simply enjoy humping. Make sure to break it up if one of the dogs seems annoyed by the humping. Training may be useful in decreasing the frequency and intensity of play humping.
Sometimes it’s one intact dog humping a spayed or neutered dog. Females hump too, and it may or may not be sexual in nature. When a dog humps objects or people, it might be a form of masturbation. Having your dog neutered or spayed may help with the problem, but be aware that dogs may develop the habit of humping before they’re altered and continue it afterward.
Usually, however, dogs aren’t emulating mating behavior when they hump. Nonsexual arousal is more likely to provoke a dog to hump. It’s just a way for the dog to burn off energy or relieve stress. Some dogs bark, some run or jump, and others hump. This is normal for many dogs. If the behavior is frequent, training may help by redirecting your dog to another outlet for its excess energy.
Humping could be a sign of a urinary tract infection.
Neuter, neuter, neuter! This is a given! We are a lesbian household. Thus, every male has had a pediatric spay.
Catch the little shit in the act and shout, stop, down! Behave like the distressed and psychotic parent you are.
**Like that ever works
There are many embarrassing things I do…that I’m sure my dogs, secretly, abhor. Such as, calling them ‘sweetie’ in front of their friends at the dog park. Or, kissing them on the head in public.
My dogs hump! That’s right, I am the proud owner of humpy dogs. And, my own research explains exactly why dogs hump. Hump each other. Hump me. Hump other dogs. Hump strangers. Hump cows.
Dogs hump to get back at us, their so called, best friends.
Now those are some obscure scientist’s life long research thoughts. Research done with data, one on one observation and number crunching. All of which is just wonderful and nice. However, these scientists never owned a cat and does not wish to add personal thoughts.
I am not a scientist. I went to a liberal arts college. I have owned cats (or, I should say, they have owned me) for many, many, years. Here are my thoughts on why kittens and cats bite:
Cats bite us because we are intrusive.
Cats lash out at their one true love, the human, because the shitter is not immaculate.
Cats secretly sharpen their fangs at night…while we are asleep…for the simple reason…they want the upper hand.
Cats lash out when we poke the puppy ( a saying from my house of woes.)
Poking the puppy is a blanket term. To poke the puppy/cat/kitten…
The human witnesses their animal friend, sleeping, snoring, casually chasing a headless chipmunk. The human is so overwhelmed with the feline’s cuteness. So transfixed are the two legged buffoons. So in awe at the one and only chance to ‘spaz’ the cat out…the human lashes out…poking the cat in the belly.
Let us be honest here. Poking the puppy and/or cat is similar to Pavlov’s dog. A piece of sweetness is dangled in front of us. It is furry and purring and being the Cat god they are. Alas, the human will go back every time for a ‘poking’ because the untold results are just too adorable to pass up!
My analyst told me that I was…right out of my head. The way he described it? He said, I’d be better dead than live. I didn’t listen to his jive! I knew all along that he was all wrong. And, I knew that he thought I was crazy! But I’m not! My analyst told me that I was right out of my head! He said, I’d need treatment!
But I’m not that easily led! He said, I was the type that was most inclined… when out of his sight to be out of my mind! And he thought I was nuts…no more ifs or ands or buts. They say as a child, I appeared a little bit wild. With all my crazy ideas. But I knew what was happening. I knew I was a genius. What’s so strange when you know that you’re a wizard at three? I knew that this was meant to be. Now I heard little children were supposed to sleep tight. That’s why I got into the vodka one night. My parents got frantic, didn’t know what to do! But I saw some crazy scenes before I came to. Now do you think I was crazy? I may have been only three but I was swinging. They all laugh at angry young men. They all laugh at Edison. And also at Einstein. So why should I feel sorry, If they just couldn’t understand? The idiomatic logic that went on in my head. I had a brain…it was insane. Oh, they used to laugh at me when I refused to ride on all those double decker buses. All because there was no driver on the top. My analyst told me that, I was right out of my head.
But I said, dear doctor, I think that it’s you instead.
Because I have got a thing that’s unique and new. To prove it I’ll have the last laugh on you! ‘Cause instead of one head I got two! And you know…two heads are better than one.
Try to put well in practice what you already know; and in so doing, you will in good time, discover the hidden things which you now inquire about. Practice what you know, and it will help to make clear what now you do not know. (Rembrandt)
We have memorized America,
how it was born and who we have been and where.
In ceremonies and silence we say the words,
telling the stories, singing the old songs.
We like the places they take us. Mostly we do.
The great and all the anonymous dead are there.
We know the sound of all the sounds we brought.
The rich taste of it is on our tongues.
But where are we going to be, and why, and who?
The disenfranchised dead want to know.
We mean to be the people we meant to be,
to keep on going where we meant to go.
But how do we fashion the future? Who can say how
except in the minds of those who will call it Now?
The children. The children. And how does our garden grow?
With waving hands—oh, rarely in a row—
and flowering faces. And brambles, that we can no longer allow.
Who were many people coming together
cannot become one people falling apart.
Who dreamed for every child an even chance
cannot let luck alone turn doorknobs or not.
Whose law was never so much of the hand as the head
cannot let chaos make its way to the heart.
Who have seen learning struggle from teacher to child
cannot let ignorance spread itself like rot.
We know what we have done and what we have said,
and how we have grown, degree by slow degree,
believing ourselves toward all we have tried to become—
just and compassionate, equal, able, and free.
All this in the hands of children, eyes already set
on a land we never can visit—it isn’t there yet—
but looking through their eyes, we can see
what our long gift to them may come to be.
If we can truly remember, they will not forget.
Hate crimes on the rise! Homegrown terrorists…on the rise. Hate speech from our elected officials…on the rise. Children who are more accustomed to having their heads in the wi-fi sand than in a physical book, on the rise. The list goes on and on and on.
We should not be at a point in this nation where witnessing acts of pure, unadulterated, disdain, with our morning coffee…is commonplace.
Cartoons of particular notions not being televised because it may disturb the family balance.
Children being torn away from their parents and placed in nothing more than 2019’s version of concentration camps.
And, so it goes?
Now our elected officials have up’d their game! And have come up with a new and improved manner in which to show off the vulgarity of hate!
The Department of Housing and Urban Development (HUD) has announced plans to roll back Obama-era protections for transgender people who are experiencing homelessness. The change would allow shelters to turn people away by claiming a “religious” exemption.
So-called “religious freedom” exemptions have become popular with the religious right as evangelicals attempt to use it as a license to discriminate against LGBTQ people and women. The federal law was not intended to be used as a get-out-of-jail-free card for civil rights violations.
Christianity is based off the belief that Jesus Christ was a benevolent savior. He repeatedly taught that his followers should help the homeless and destitute without judgement. That would be the opposite of what modern evangelical Christians seek to do under the law.
Trump administration will give homeless shelters the right to turn away transgender people
read more at :LGBTQnation.com
The change would allow shelters to turn people away by claiming a “religious” exemption.By Bil Browning Wednesday, May 22, 2019
I tell what should be on the rise…Everyday People saying something! Everyday People who do not like what they are seeing.
What is that saying,
If you see something that’s not right! Say something!
I like a good, wah-wah! I do it often! I wave it about like the human right’s flag that is attached to the helmet trunk of my moped.
I’m too old for this shit!
I know you have a headache! But its been almost a month!
My tattoo’s are sagging!
On and on, and on and on.
For a small example, I offer up yesterday…and, bits and pieces of today!
My wife drove on a semi flat tire with ‘my car’…it immediately went beyond flat and the hubcap fell off. My dog, my buddy, tore his ACL! As if that was not bad enough. Life went on and after surgery, the Doc texted me and said,
‘Bogie, has Lyme!’
Eventually, after the cow manure and dust settled, we took my wife’s car to pick the dog up. By this point, I had the car towed for an exorbitant amount of money. By this point, I slipped in dog shit scattered about the yard. By this point, I had attempted to steady myself from fallin’ from said, dog pile…and, put my hand in cat vomit.
By this point!? I had found myself willing to offer up several, Hail Mary’s and the rosary!
Eventually…after the day from hell. We got in the wife’s car, a very beat up Volvo with a half a million miles on it, and the only light that on?
Urgent, urgent, transmission service needed!
Now, I am a fan of sayings. Such like the ones in gold and blue velvet placed on the walls of AA meetings.
Pain is the touchstone of spiritual growth
Be part of the solution, not the problem
And…the saying/quote I always love to despise!
Fake it till you make it
I am a non functional, politically incorrect, cynical, Buddhist! Therefore, I do not always practice what I preach.
After a journey into New Hampshire’s deep seated beauty: Emerald greens, Canary yellows, Cardinal reds and Indigo Girl’s purple…I came to!
I came to realize that…
I have a moped. And, even if it appears I have no way in which to maneuver around a rural area…in actuality, I do.
So, screw you bad day…
‘If these bad incidents you offer are the worst things I encounter today! My day is not that bad!’
Bright Side of Life
Cheer up, Brian. You know what they say; Some things in life are bad, They can really make you mad. Other things just make you swear and curse, When you’re chewing on life’s gristle, Don’t grumble, give a whistle, And this’ll help things turn out for the best, hey, Always look on the bright side of life, Always look on the light side of life, If life seems jolly rotten, There’s something you’ve forgotten, And that’s to laugh and smile and dance and sing. When you’re feeling in the dumps, Don’t be silly chumps, Just purse you’re lips and whistle, That’s the thing. And, always look on the bright side of life, Always look on the right side of life, For life is quite absurd, An. death’s the final word, You must always face the curtain with a bow, Forget about your sin, give the audience a grin, Enjoy it, it’s you last chance of the hour. So, always look on the bright side of death, Just before you draw your terminal breath, Life’s a piece o’ sh*t, When you look at it, Life’s a laugh and death’s a joke it’s true, You’ll see it’s all a show, Keep ’em laughing as you go, Remember that the last laugh is on you. And, always look on the bright side of life, Always look on the right side of life, Come on, Brian cheer up, Always look on the bright side of life, Always look on the right side of life, Worse things happen at sea, you know, Always look on the bright side of life, I mean, what do you have to lose? You come from nothing, You go back to nothing. What have you lost? Nothing! Always look on the bright side of life.
I walked over and looked closer at the statue of the goddess. She was wearing a headdress with a skull and a cobra and a crescent moon. Maybe this is what peace of mind was all about: having a poisonous snake on your head and smiling anyway.
Accept what people offer. Drink their milkshakes. Take their love.
If you can’t make it better, you can laugh at it.
In two decades I’ve lost a total of 789 pounds. I should be hanging from a charm bracelet.
It is better to be small, colorful, sexy, careless, and peaceful..
In the end, perhaps we should simply imagine a joke; a long joke that’s continually retold in an accent too thick and strange to ever be completely understood. Life is that joke my friends. The soul is the punch line.
An inter-sanctum where I live… not for you or you or you to forgive. Platitudes and platitudes of discourse I cringe, though not a one will know The gifts you’ve given come with an interpreter’s silent force.
Hell’s yard sale from below. … One that marks another in brotherly love of those who remain… with often a valedictorian refrain … I could hold your hands from outside the wired gate When those above us reflect on human quakes. … To you, to others, I am but a precious mistake
You asked, ‘I do not understand…this pageantry for hate…’
And, more so, I heard the question…’really?’ As if, in disgust over how peace could be what I may have been feeling.
In an instant, the night raged on…doubt deep.
My fitful sleep…to keep.
Thus, I had lingered on your words today. Watching as the roots, the limbs, the earth…felt the anger of our decay. Avenging angels dressed up in their poetic make believe. Babes with pacifiers, made of leather and recycled politically correct discussions. Nibbling little infants feeding on store bought garden variety weeds. Oh, the young, filling the void not the need.
Drifting back from the path in which I came. The grove of 3 leaf clover, recoiled and fluttered Nature blew about your sake, your self sanctimonious title…your fiery heart’s name.
My footing wavered over stone and ledge. Focus, on good, focus, focus… I began my pledge.
Death is spoiled on the old…or, so I am told. Perhaps, I am just beyond bold. Yet, I could not shake what might be easier if displayed.
Storms set deep inside the soul. Rumbles of angst upon the horizon. Wolves parading in opaque fur. Screams in the night awaiting to be heard.
All of this and more, my dear.
As humiliating as stumbling down a wooden path.
Old and used…forgetting where you began at.
Letting bad karma take the lead…
down a road of… nature’s way of showing off our misdeeds.
I have been looking so long at these pictures of you…that I almost believe that they are real. I have been living so long with my pictures of you…that I almost believe that the pictures are all I can feel. Remembering you standing quiet in the rain as I ran to your heart to be near. And, we kissed as the sky fell in…holding you close. How I always held close in your fear.
Remembering you running soft through the night. You were bigger and brighter and wider than snow and, screamed at the make believe. screamed at the sky. And, you finally found all your courage to let it all go. Remembering you falling into my arms. Crying for the death of your heart. You were stone white! So delicate…lost in the cold. You were always so lost in the dark. Remembering you…how you used to be. Slow drowned…you were angels. So much more than everything.
Hold for the last time then slip away. Open my eyes. But I never see anything.
If only I had thought of the right words. I could have held on to your heart. If only I had thought of the right words…I would not be breaking apart…all my pictures of you.
There was nothing in the world That I ever wanted more Than to feel you deep in my heart There was nothing in the world That I ever wanted more Than to never feel the breaking apart All my pictures of you
I have had many cats over the years. Each one of them have been fastidious in their…potty routine! I took a survey among the felines that live in our happy abode, current day and the response was the same.
“Momma, that funny looking, motorized, cabinet…scares the shit out of us!”
Perhaps, that is what the product was designed to do!
When love walks in the room…Everybody stand up! Oh, it is good, good, good. Like Brigitte Bardot!
Now look at the people in the streets, in the bars! WE are all of us in the gutter. But some of us are looking at the stars. Look around the room…Life is unkind. WE fall but we keep getting up! Over and over and over and over.
Me and you, every night, everyday. We’ll be together always this way. Your eyes are blue like the heavens above. Talk to me darlings…with a message of love.
Now the reasons WE are here…
Every man, every woman…
Is to help each other
Stand by each other
When love walks in the room…Everybody stand up…
Say, I love you, I love you,
over and over and over!
#Message of Love/CHRISSIE HYNDE
Shoot them!’: Trump laughs off a supporter’s demand for violence against migrants
The matters of survival…came minus a note. It arrived with no fanfare…Teasing me…so, perhaps, I would not know it was there. The tactics did not grasp at straws. It was kindred to a hungry, stray dog…giving to a constant gnaw. Eating and thriving …Instincts purposeful and raw. By happenstance, my strategy began under covers. I stuck my head in a sand of cotton. Instead of waking up…I came to. All but the pain had been forgotten. And, thus I began my infinite walk towards survival. Yet, I have never been a fan of the games people play. Always had to do things my own way. Discovering…long ago, when walking alone, there is no deceiving with the faces we portray.
I am Brangien [Brangaine] of Weisefort, Ireland, lady-in-waiting to my cousin Isolde, who became promised to King Marc of Cornwall. His nephew Tristan escorted us to England by ship. But Tristan and Isolde fell in love at sea. As ye may know, or will find out, they cite the philter they drank as the cause, over which I was supposed to keep vigil. I would like to share my perspective of how I have created good in the world through my herbs and observations. There is much to tell, including how I have adopted this odd language. In good time. My life is in God’s hands. –Inspired by the modern French translations of the Tristan and Isolde texts