So, apparently, my imp is way more perceptive that even I thought. He's been really insecure and upset about the rapid changes happening around here, and spent all of last week testing boundaries. As of last month, Odysseus graduated college with an accounting degree, and was employed less than two weeks after graduation in the accounting department of a large local employer. I think getting into a solid routine will help immensely--if I can manage to not strangle him beforehand.
I can't tell whether the pixie has noticed the changes or not. I'm pretty sure that the cats either don't notice, or don't care.
Odysseus starts Monday. He's got to be in by 7:15, which means he needs to leave between 6:30 and a quarter till seven. He should be home by about five, most days--enough time for me to pick up the imp, feed the kids small snacks, get homework done, and start supper.
School starts for the kids next Thursday. We have a back to school night at six on Tuesday (which means my dinner plans will have to be fairly quick and easy, since Odysseus will get home around five), and then the kids start back at 8:05 a.m. on Thursday. The pixie will have a four hour day, five days a week, and the imp has a full school day.
And I will have those two mornings in a row to myself. I'll need to get my class sites built before then so that I can use those days to work on housework.
I start back the next Monday. I'll drop the kids off, then go find somewhere to set up for office hours. I'll have about an hour and a half per day, then two classes, and will be done to go pick up the pixie at noon.
Tuesdays and Thursdays I'll have free. I'm planning on doing what I can to keep up with the house on those two days. Grading and writing will happen during my office hours.
It's going to be a hell of a juggling act. We'll just see how well I can keep the balls in the air. Hopefully, it'll be easier with both kids in school every day.
As for writing...I have the first part (of three projected) of The Schrodinger Paradox nearly done. I've got three more chapters, and about 27K words. I think part 1 will be nearly 40K words, if it doesn't tip all the way over. Part 2, I've got 2.5K words done on, and have it set up to really take off when I can focus on it. It should be about the same length. Not sure about part 3. I've got it semi-mapped. I'm pretty sure this is going to be my longest work, to date. Also my most complex.
I'm having a blast with it. The problem is finding the time and mental energy (and right headspace) to write. Thankfully, 90% of the time all it takes is picking up my draft book, picking out and picking up a pen, and drafting longhand.
Saturday, August 8, 2015
Friday, August 7, 2015
Much done, much to do.
We got out the door a bit before eight this morning, and avoided the "I ain't gettin' up 'fore noon, even to buy my kids' shit for school" crowd. Got the kids' basic school wardrobes, supplies, etc.
And, from here through the end of the weekend, I'm fucking hiding. I want nothing to do with the crazy that will be clogging stores for the rest of the sales tax holiday weekend.
Much to do refers to catching up on housework. I seem to have a limited amount of ability to get up and get things done, and that kinda fell by the wayside Tuesday and Wednesday, and yesterday was me recovering. I've gotten some more done, but...yeah.
And, of course, the ants took my lapse in getting dishes done promptly as a signal to riot around my sink. Damn them.
I also still have much to do in preparing for classes, and getting things organized and together for back to school night (which is this coming Tuesday), and then school (this coming Thursday morning--I'll have two half days next week in which to do housework without anyone getting underfoot).
Monday will bring another huge change for my family. My other half, Odysseus, has graduated from the university where I teach, and has acquired a job related to the second degree he has earned. It's a done deal, papers signed and everything, and he starts orientation on Monday. I cannot be prouder of him.
And, from here through the end of the weekend, I'm fucking hiding. I want nothing to do with the crazy that will be clogging stores for the rest of the sales tax holiday weekend.
Much to do refers to catching up on housework. I seem to have a limited amount of ability to get up and get things done, and that kinda fell by the wayside Tuesday and Wednesday, and yesterday was me recovering. I've gotten some more done, but...yeah.
And, of course, the ants took my lapse in getting dishes done promptly as a signal to riot around my sink. Damn them.
I also still have much to do in preparing for classes, and getting things organized and together for back to school night (which is this coming Tuesday), and then school (this coming Thursday morning--I'll have two half days next week in which to do housework without anyone getting underfoot).
Monday will bring another huge change for my family. My other half, Odysseus, has graduated from the university where I teach, and has acquired a job related to the second degree he has earned. It's a done deal, papers signed and everything, and he starts orientation on Monday. I cannot be prouder of him.
Thursday, August 6, 2015
Time for one, deep breath...
We have been insanely busy for the past two days, since the weather was cool enough to take the kids and do some fun things.
Tuesday, we took the kids up to Prairie State Park where they have bison that roam free through the park.* The visitor's center has a display of all the different things you might run across in that particular environment in an area about the same square footage as my living room, as well as a tank with a couple of fish and a turtle, and another tank with a tiny bull snake. We went ahead and got them each a noisy little bird stuffed animal, made by the Audubon Society with accurate to the bird calls. The imp has a rainbow bunting, and the pixie chose an eastern oriole.
After they explored the visitor's center (and touched buffalo hides the park had had stretched over some low tables for kids to touch), we took them to the picnic area for lunch, play time, and exploration. Next time, we'll make sure the kids and I have water shoes so I can take them wading and see if I can't find something of interest to teach them about in the water, like mussels or crawdads, or something.
Then it was up to my mom's for supper. We'd taken a roast up for her, and she fixed that. Sadly, it hadn't been feed-lotted long enough for her tastes, and was a little gamey. I liked it just fine--closer to venison than what you'd think of for beef. The leftovers came home with us. Think I'll get potatoes and do up a nice dinner built around the leftovers for supper tonight.
Yesterday, we took the kids to Branson. No, we did not do any shows, or go to Steal-Your-Dollar City**--we took them on the two hour scenic train ride. It was pretty fun. They really enjoyed exploring the train. Twice, for the imp. I enjoyed sitting in the dome car and watching the scenery (I'm unstable enough on my feet when the floor's not moving. No way am I going to go wandering a train without absolute necessity).
On the way back, we took them to Bass Pro's nature center in Springfield. Yes, it's a huge store. But there are alligators, fish, ducks, and turtles. The kids really enjoyed the animals.
Today, we will be taking the imp to drop with his grandparents, and that's it. All the plans we have for the day. It's going to be nice to have a day to breathe without worrying about what-all needs to happen when.
Because tomorrow? Starts the state back-to-school sales tax holiday, and we're going to get their school shopping done as early as we can tomorrow morning to avoid the worst of the crowds of morons and leaches, who tend not to appear until closer to midday--can't interrupt their sleep for school clothes and supplies, after all.
*If you want to see the herd of buffalo, they're at the far corner of the park from you. If you want to walk a trail, they're where you want to walk.
**Silver Dollar City.
Tuesday, we took the kids up to Prairie State Park where they have bison that roam free through the park.* The visitor's center has a display of all the different things you might run across in that particular environment in an area about the same square footage as my living room, as well as a tank with a couple of fish and a turtle, and another tank with a tiny bull snake. We went ahead and got them each a noisy little bird stuffed animal, made by the Audubon Society with accurate to the bird calls. The imp has a rainbow bunting, and the pixie chose an eastern oriole.
After they explored the visitor's center (and touched buffalo hides the park had had stretched over some low tables for kids to touch), we took them to the picnic area for lunch, play time, and exploration. Next time, we'll make sure the kids and I have water shoes so I can take them wading and see if I can't find something of interest to teach them about in the water, like mussels or crawdads, or something.
Then it was up to my mom's for supper. We'd taken a roast up for her, and she fixed that. Sadly, it hadn't been feed-lotted long enough for her tastes, and was a little gamey. I liked it just fine--closer to venison than what you'd think of for beef. The leftovers came home with us. Think I'll get potatoes and do up a nice dinner built around the leftovers for supper tonight.
Yesterday, we took the kids to Branson. No, we did not do any shows, or go to Steal-Your-Dollar City**--we took them on the two hour scenic train ride. It was pretty fun. They really enjoyed exploring the train. Twice, for the imp. I enjoyed sitting in the dome car and watching the scenery (I'm unstable enough on my feet when the floor's not moving. No way am I going to go wandering a train without absolute necessity).
On the way back, we took them to Bass Pro's nature center in Springfield. Yes, it's a huge store. But there are alligators, fish, ducks, and turtles. The kids really enjoyed the animals.
Today, we will be taking the imp to drop with his grandparents, and that's it. All the plans we have for the day. It's going to be nice to have a day to breathe without worrying about what-all needs to happen when.
Because tomorrow? Starts the state back-to-school sales tax holiday, and we're going to get their school shopping done as early as we can tomorrow morning to avoid the worst of the crowds of morons and leaches, who tend not to appear until closer to midday--can't interrupt their sleep for school clothes and supplies, after all.
*If you want to see the herd of buffalo, they're at the far corner of the park from you. If you want to walk a trail, they're where you want to walk.
**Silver Dollar City.
Monday, August 3, 2015
Again, it's culture. NOT race.
So. Recently, there was a black thug that got himself ventilated by a cop because he either (at the very least) started to drive away from a traffic stop that discovered his license was suspended, or (likely, but can't tell from the video) he grabbed the cop as he started to drive away, trying to drag the cop under the car.
I say likely, because it's become a popular move with certain, inner city cultures.
There is a certain crop of social justicewarriors bullies out there that are aghast that black people almost invariably* have negative interactions with the police. Well, maybe a large segment of the black population does have negative interactions with the police; however, how much of that is the fault of their own behavior? They act out, getting up in the cop's face, and trying to intimidate them into going away. They curse at them, act belligerent.
How the fuck do they think police will react to a valid threat to their lives and safety? Because that is what they are presenting themselves as.
I've seen plenty of white people do the exact same things. And I've seen whites have the exact same reaction from the police.
The neighbors from a couple years ago living in the house across and down from us with no electricity, heat, or water...their trouble with their kids getting yanked started when the cops saw the kids (three years, and eighteen months) playing in the unfenced yard, didn't see their mother watching them from the open door while she changed a diaper, and stopped to investigate. She got belligerent and a bit nasty with them, her husband got verbally abusive, and their kids got yanked, and he got arrested. No, he didn't get physical, just mouthy. And no, he wasn't flung to the ground and beat--but he had been in the past, when he did get physical.
He learned. He learned from the consequences of his own actions, and he learned from watching what happened to others.
You'd think that a certain segment of the population would be capable of learning the same.
I am, by no means, trusting of the police. The county cops around this area, yes, but not the city. I've had too many belligerent officers (probably high school bullies) try to tell me and my family that we don't have the rights that I know we do. I likely will not call the police for help with problems, and not unless it's absolutely necessary.
But.
We do not act, nor do we react, with the same stupid, saving-face behaviors that the tribal-minded inner city thugs tend to, so I am absolutely unafraid that we will be physically harmed.
*Buried amonst the other stories are ones like this, or this, that don't fit the narrative of racist cops murdering innocent black choir boys.
I say likely, because it's become a popular move with certain, inner city cultures.
There is a certain crop of social justice
How the fuck do they think police will react to a valid threat to their lives and safety? Because that is what they are presenting themselves as.
I've seen plenty of white people do the exact same things. And I've seen whites have the exact same reaction from the police.
The neighbors from a couple years ago living in the house across and down from us with no electricity, heat, or water...their trouble with their kids getting yanked started when the cops saw the kids (three years, and eighteen months) playing in the unfenced yard, didn't see their mother watching them from the open door while she changed a diaper, and stopped to investigate. She got belligerent and a bit nasty with them, her husband got verbally abusive, and their kids got yanked, and he got arrested. No, he didn't get physical, just mouthy. And no, he wasn't flung to the ground and beat--but he had been in the past, when he did get physical.
He learned. He learned from the consequences of his own actions, and he learned from watching what happened to others.
You'd think that a certain segment of the population would be capable of learning the same.
I am, by no means, trusting of the police. The county cops around this area, yes, but not the city. I've had too many belligerent officers (probably high school bullies) try to tell me and my family that we don't have the rights that I know we do. I likely will not call the police for help with problems, and not unless it's absolutely necessary.
But.
We do not act, nor do we react, with the same stupid, saving-face behaviors that the tribal-minded inner city thugs tend to, so I am absolutely unafraid that we will be physically harmed.
*Buried amonst the other stories are ones like this, or this, that don't fit the narrative of racist cops murdering innocent black choir boys.
Saturday, August 1, 2015
Random ramblings
This weekend is my mother-in-law's birthday. Two weeks from Monday is my mother's birthday--she's two years younger. Ironically, Odysseus's mother and mine had both of us at almost the exact same age to the day: he's almost exactly the same amount older than me.
Yeah, we went to see my in-laws today, and permitted the pixie to overnight with them. The imp chose playing outside for a while, then his Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes cartoon series, then playing a kids' computer game on the desktop over watching a movie. The imp has just gone to bed with a book, and with the door cracked to let the cat in to sleep on him if she wants to.
We had some cooler weather this week. It wasn't bad weather, just a cool front with drier air coming through--no storms for us.
The kids enjoyed it a bit, but the nicest day was one where neither Odysseus nor I really felt up to taking them outside to play. So, today, they took advantage of being at Grandma and Grandpa's (and the weather still being halfway decent) by playing outside until they were content with it.
The cats have been discomfited, yet again. I got one of the things I'd intended to do done: I pitched the old printer, and got a pair of shelves to hold a bunch of stuff on top of the long set of heavy wooden shelves that act as an entertainment center/storage unit. I'd cleared the clutter, first, so Cricket thought she'd found a wonderful, new sleepy spot.
Sad kitty. I won't even let her climb into the new shelves to sleep.
I discovered that I hadn't gotten all of my music off of my old laptop. I may or may not be missing files, as well. I'm going to ask Odysseus to try the trick that had it working all day the first time it started in with this little trick, and see if I can't get the rest of my stuff off.
As I've done research on what may or may not have been going on, it seems like the cooling fan is going. It may be fixable, at least enough for the kids to play with it. I'm probably not going to trust it for writing and work, though.
One of the things that didn't transfer was the album I've been writing to for the past couple of months. I really do need that--it helps me think in this particular world.
I've pulled through and finished the chapter I was working on for the current Project. Yes, with a capital P. It's bigger than the short story I thought it was at first, and it's a lot more complex than the other things I've worked on, and has me jumping to research things more than once per chapter. And it's getting more and more complex all the time. I'm having fun with it, but I'm probably going to try shopping it out with Baen after I finish it. It's...yeah. It's some hard science, some social science sci-fi. I'll probably finish sometime within the next six months or so, then go back to work on another project for a while. After that, I'll do the edit thing, and send it off to whomever wants to beta read for me before I submit it to a real publishing house.
I've got other news to announce next week. Don't want to announce it too soon, though.
Yeah, we went to see my in-laws today, and permitted the pixie to overnight with them. The imp chose playing outside for a while, then his Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes cartoon series, then playing a kids' computer game on the desktop over watching a movie. The imp has just gone to bed with a book, and with the door cracked to let the cat in to sleep on him if she wants to.
We had some cooler weather this week. It wasn't bad weather, just a cool front with drier air coming through--no storms for us.
The kids enjoyed it a bit, but the nicest day was one where neither Odysseus nor I really felt up to taking them outside to play. So, today, they took advantage of being at Grandma and Grandpa's (and the weather still being halfway decent) by playing outside until they were content with it.
The cats have been discomfited, yet again. I got one of the things I'd intended to do done: I pitched the old printer, and got a pair of shelves to hold a bunch of stuff on top of the long set of heavy wooden shelves that act as an entertainment center/storage unit. I'd cleared the clutter, first, so Cricket thought she'd found a wonderful, new sleepy spot.
Sad kitty. I won't even let her climb into the new shelves to sleep.
I discovered that I hadn't gotten all of my music off of my old laptop. I may or may not be missing files, as well. I'm going to ask Odysseus to try the trick that had it working all day the first time it started in with this little trick, and see if I can't get the rest of my stuff off.
As I've done research on what may or may not have been going on, it seems like the cooling fan is going. It may be fixable, at least enough for the kids to play with it. I'm probably not going to trust it for writing and work, though.
One of the things that didn't transfer was the album I've been writing to for the past couple of months. I really do need that--it helps me think in this particular world.
I've pulled through and finished the chapter I was working on for the current Project. Yes, with a capital P. It's bigger than the short story I thought it was at first, and it's a lot more complex than the other things I've worked on, and has me jumping to research things more than once per chapter. And it's getting more and more complex all the time. I'm having fun with it, but I'm probably going to try shopping it out with Baen after I finish it. It's...yeah. It's some hard science, some social science sci-fi. I'll probably finish sometime within the next six months or so, then go back to work on another project for a while. After that, I'll do the edit thing, and send it off to whomever wants to beta read for me before I submit it to a real publishing house.
I've got other news to announce next week. Don't want to announce it too soon, though.
Friday, July 31, 2015
New laptop up and running.
The new laptop is simply another Acer Aspire, ordered through Amazon. It's a lot thinner and lighter than my old one (which is a bit under five years old, and purchased to replace a netbook whose wireless card was going). It's a much better built machine out of the box than the older Aspire was. The way the keyboard's made, I'm less likely to end up with crumbs under the keys, blocking utility. It's a gorgeous, dark red that will be impossible to confuse with Odysseus's computer.
One of the wonderful things about working for a university is the availability of Microsoft Office for faculty download and use onto home machines. I had Office 2010 on the old laptop, and I've got 2013 (Office 365) on the new one, thanks to my university. Simple, easy, and more programs than I really need.*
I do like the new version of Word. Makes navigation through a multi-part document really stupid simple--just click on the header on the left, and it takes you to the chapter you left off writing on.
My documents and stuff just got dumped into the machine's My Documents. All of my music, my pictures (baby pics, wedding pics, etc.), the videos of the kids we've taken...all of it. All jumbled together, but I think it's all there. It's gonna take some organizing, but I'll have the rest of the evening tonight, and tomorrow to get that done.
Guess I best get started, then.
*All I really use is Word, OneNote, and Excell (at the end of semester, when I'm downloading the gradebooks from the course site).
One of the wonderful things about working for a university is the availability of Microsoft Office for faculty download and use onto home machines. I had Office 2010 on the old laptop, and I've got 2013 (Office 365) on the new one, thanks to my university. Simple, easy, and more programs than I really need.*
I do like the new version of Word. Makes navigation through a multi-part document really stupid simple--just click on the header on the left, and it takes you to the chapter you left off writing on.
My documents and stuff just got dumped into the machine's My Documents. All of my music, my pictures (baby pics, wedding pics, etc.), the videos of the kids we've taken...all of it. All jumbled together, but I think it's all there. It's gonna take some organizing, but I'll have the rest of the evening tonight, and tomorrow to get that done.
Guess I best get started, then.
*All I really use is Word, OneNote, and Excell (at the end of semester, when I'm downloading the gradebooks from the course site).
Thursday, July 30, 2015
I think Rand Paul might have gotten my vote next November.
He's busting ass to defund Planned Parenthood. Yes, there are other senators in on it, and lots of representatives (though, oddly enough, no Democrats). But Paul is the one running for President.
He's someone I can hold my nose and vote for.
Especially on this particular issue (which has been compounded and made worse by this).
Edmund Burke was right. And, for the most part (and probably due to a fuckton of blackmail), many good men have been recently either doing nothing or siding with evil.
He's someone I can hold my nose and vote for.
Especially on this particular issue (which has been compounded and made worse by this).
Edmund Burke was right. And, for the most part (and probably due to a fuckton of blackmail), many good men have been recently either doing nothing or siding with evil.
WTF!!!
I'm sure my readers have heard about the senseless, horrible murder of Cecil the Lion by a ball-less American dentist* on a canned safari hunt. I mean, I actively avoid the news and headlines, and I've heard of it.
What I want to know is how many of you had heard of the second video of Planned Parenthood "leaders" negotiating the sale of "tissue"? Or that Planned Parenthood is so freaked out by an honest representation of their own sheer evil that they've gone to court to acquire a gag order to prevent the release of more videos?
There is something seriously wrong with a good number of the people of this nation. And even worse wrong with the media.
*Not my opinion. The opinions of those threatening to kill, stuff, and mount said dentist. I couldn't care less than I do about somebody with more money than sense paying to have big game brought to them to shoot.
What I want to know is how many of you had heard of the second video of Planned Parenthood "leaders" negotiating the sale of "tissue"? Or that Planned Parenthood is so freaked out by an honest representation of their own sheer evil that they've gone to court to acquire a gag order to prevent the release of more videos?
There is something seriously wrong with a good number of the people of this nation. And even worse wrong with the media.
*Not my opinion. The opinions of those threatening to kill, stuff, and mount said dentist. I couldn't care less than I do about somebody with more money than sense paying to have big game brought to them to shoot.
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Update on computer issues
Good news: I've ordered a new computer which should arrive sometime on Friday. It's a newer version of the exact same model as my old one, with the same OS, so it shouldn't take much getting used to. It's also the same model as Odysseus's, so I ordered one that there will be no danger of confusing with his.
More good news: I managed to keep my laptop up and alive long enough to change the password to my blog, and Odysseus has made me a short-term loan of his laptop, so I can do a little bit here and there.
Little bit more good news: I can get Office through my job at MSSU, so I should be okay once I get everything set up, and transferred over.
The last of the good news: it was a hundred dollars less than I was assuming it would be, and ordered with Amazon Prime, so there's no sales tax, and shipping is the free two day shipping. In other words, I didn't need to spend near as much as I was afraid I would.
Bad news: the breaking-down laptop is resisting moving all of my data. I've gotten some of the most vital moved, but nowhere near all. Granted, I don't need all of it, and will likely winnow out old shit that isn't needed any longer once I manage to get it moved onto my new laptop. Unfortunately, I lost something like four or five hundred words of my current project (tentative title: The Schrodinger Paradox) through what the dying laptop is doing.
Worse news: what the old laptop is doing is randomly turning itself off. Not shutting down and rebooting, powering off without warning. The fan isn't broken, so what I think is wrong is a power supply that is in the process of dying. It might be salvageable, but I am not confident in replacing a power supply, and there's a diagonal crack in the lower right hand corner of the laptop's screen's frame, going from about 1 cm above the bottom right hand corner of the screen to about an inch above the bottom corner of the screen, heading up and to the right.
What I am planning on salvaging is the 4G memory chip (probably to go into Odysseus's machine) and the battery (if it fits).
Otherwise, I'm not sure if I'll do anything but have the system wipe itself once I save the data I can, and trash the thing.
It's a pity. The laptop has given me four solid years of heavy use without much complaint, until yesterday morning when I had warnings that this issue was starting.
More good news: I managed to keep my laptop up and alive long enough to change the password to my blog, and Odysseus has made me a short-term loan of his laptop, so I can do a little bit here and there.
Little bit more good news: I can get Office through my job at MSSU, so I should be okay once I get everything set up, and transferred over.
The last of the good news: it was a hundred dollars less than I was assuming it would be, and ordered with Amazon Prime, so there's no sales tax, and shipping is the free two day shipping. In other words, I didn't need to spend near as much as I was afraid I would.
Bad news: the breaking-down laptop is resisting moving all of my data. I've gotten some of the most vital moved, but nowhere near all. Granted, I don't need all of it, and will likely winnow out old shit that isn't needed any longer once I manage to get it moved onto my new laptop. Unfortunately, I lost something like four or five hundred words of my current project (tentative title: The Schrodinger Paradox) through what the dying laptop is doing.
Worse news: what the old laptop is doing is randomly turning itself off. Not shutting down and rebooting, powering off without warning. The fan isn't broken, so what I think is wrong is a power supply that is in the process of dying. It might be salvageable, but I am not confident in replacing a power supply, and there's a diagonal crack in the lower right hand corner of the laptop's screen's frame, going from about 1 cm above the bottom right hand corner of the screen to about an inch above the bottom corner of the screen, heading up and to the right.
What I am planning on salvaging is the 4G memory chip (probably to go into Odysseus's machine) and the battery (if it fits).
Otherwise, I'm not sure if I'll do anything but have the system wipe itself once I save the data I can, and trash the thing.
It's a pity. The laptop has given me four solid years of heavy use without much complaint, until yesterday morning when I had warnings that this issue was starting.
Blogging forecast
Light to nonexistent until sometime Friday or Saturday. My laptop is in the process of going tits-up, and I've had to order a new one through Amazon, while thanking GOD that this isn't happening during semester.
See y'all later.
See y'all later.
Monday, July 27, 2015
Tough call.
My sanity is starting to win the argument. I don't have much left, and probably should protect what I have.
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Bad governance
I've noticed, recently, a larger and larger percentage of people have started simply ignoring laws and doing what they were planning to do anyway. Only a small minority of that group happens to be violent criminals.
We have huge majorities of people ignoring gun registration laws in their states--far too many to prosecute.
We have increasing minorities of legitimate, peaceful, otherwise-law-abiding gun owners noting that most mass shootings have occurred in gun free zones, and beginning to do the common sense thing for their own safety, and ignoring legal postings. And nobody catches on, because hello, concealed carry.
We have whole states decriminalizing drugs that the federal government still consider illegal.
Hundreds of thousands of people are simply...ignoring bad law that steps on their own personal freedom. There aren't enough prisons in the country to deal with all of them.
Same with a whole lot of EPA over-regulation of private property, like the twunt that confronted a Florida homeowner to tell him that the "barbecue smell" and smoke from his grill was not allowed to leave his property. Or the new regulations of wood-burning heating stoves.
The federal government has forgotten a few different things that it learned during Prohibition (when most people were ignoring a major law that had been amended into the very Constitution): you can't legislate morality, and never pass a law that you know won't be obeyed.
Seriously, the only thing the government is doing is ensuring that the people no longer respect the rule of law. And that...that's the first step in making sure the government loses the consent of the governed.
We have huge majorities of people ignoring gun registration laws in their states--far too many to prosecute.
We have increasing minorities of legitimate, peaceful, otherwise-law-abiding gun owners noting that most mass shootings have occurred in gun free zones, and beginning to do the common sense thing for their own safety, and ignoring legal postings. And nobody catches on, because hello, concealed carry.
We have whole states decriminalizing drugs that the federal government still consider illegal.
Hundreds of thousands of people are simply...ignoring bad law that steps on their own personal freedom. There aren't enough prisons in the country to deal with all of them.
Same with a whole lot of EPA over-regulation of private property, like the twunt that confronted a Florida homeowner to tell him that the "barbecue smell" and smoke from his grill was not allowed to leave his property. Or the new regulations of wood-burning heating stoves.
The federal government has forgotten a few different things that it learned during Prohibition (when most people were ignoring a major law that had been amended into the very Constitution): you can't legislate morality, and never pass a law that you know won't be obeyed.
Seriously, the only thing the government is doing is ensuring that the people no longer respect the rule of law. And that...that's the first step in making sure the government loses the consent of the governed.
Saturday, July 25, 2015
random ramblings
Odysseus had his last final exam this past week. He is now finished with his Accounting degree. I am incredibly proud of him--all of his classes were A's and B's, with two semesters of straight A's.
We got a big box of sidewalk chalk a couple of weeks ago...right before we had a long period of mid 90s for highs, with heat indices in the low to mid 100s. It's nowhere near that hot at either grandparents' houses, but it certainly is in town.
I took them out to go play with the sidewalk chalk anyway, yesterday morning. Odysseus had a short telephone interview set up for yesterday, and the kids were really loud and restless.
They did really well on the cleanup--there were half a dozen pieces left out, and the imp ran out and got five of those. The last one was half-buried in the grass, and he just didn't see it. I didn't see it, either, until we were getting back from doing grocery shopping late yesterday evening.
After the interview, Odysseus took the imp, the imp's bike, and two changes of clothes, and drove up to the barber shop that the imp likes--the one his grandparents take him to. Both of my guys needed haircuts, so it seemed like a case of time and effort saved.
Right after they'd left, one of the jobs Odysseus had applied for (not the one he'd interviewed for) called to set up an in-person interview. And an hour later, the place he'd interviewed with called back to set up an in-person interview. Either job would be fantastic, and either commute would be about the same length, where time is concerned. Both jobs are simple, entry level positions, and Odysseus would rock either of the two.
Needless to say, Odysseus feels lots better, and much, much more hopeful.
Shadow has picked up an odd new habit: her spine is really, really itchy, and she loves having fingers dug through her plush-toy thick fur and given a good scratch up and down her spine. She loves it so much her ears go limp, eyes fall half shut, and she starts licking the air. If she gets an arm within reach, she whips around and starts licking the person doing the scratching, and purring as loud as she can.
Cricket absolutely hates this, and will turn wrong side out, lash out with no-claw slaps, and run away to hide.
The cats are nearly complete opposites where personality is concerned.
My dog has begun trying to knock me off my feet as soon as she sees me, so that she can climb in my lap and roll over and over and over--it's a little weird. I don't mean just rolling onto her back to get belly rubs. No, I mean all the way over as fast as she can squirm, as many times as she can, until she gets dizzy from it.
Dog is nuts.
Next weekend is our state's back-to-school sales tax free weekend. So this coming week, I've got to try all of the imp's jeans from last year on him to see just how much too short they are.
They go back to school on the 13th of August.
I go back the next Monday.
I'm finally caught most of the way up with the housework I fell behind on while I was sick, so my focus for reading and writing is returning. I should be finished with the book I'm editing within the next day or so, and then will be getting back into my own writing.
We got a big box of sidewalk chalk a couple of weeks ago...right before we had a long period of mid 90s for highs, with heat indices in the low to mid 100s. It's nowhere near that hot at either grandparents' houses, but it certainly is in town.
I took them out to go play with the sidewalk chalk anyway, yesterday morning. Odysseus had a short telephone interview set up for yesterday, and the kids were really loud and restless.
They did really well on the cleanup--there were half a dozen pieces left out, and the imp ran out and got five of those. The last one was half-buried in the grass, and he just didn't see it. I didn't see it, either, until we were getting back from doing grocery shopping late yesterday evening.
After the interview, Odysseus took the imp, the imp's bike, and two changes of clothes, and drove up to the barber shop that the imp likes--the one his grandparents take him to. Both of my guys needed haircuts, so it seemed like a case of time and effort saved.
Right after they'd left, one of the jobs Odysseus had applied for (not the one he'd interviewed for) called to set up an in-person interview. And an hour later, the place he'd interviewed with called back to set up an in-person interview. Either job would be fantastic, and either commute would be about the same length, where time is concerned. Both jobs are simple, entry level positions, and Odysseus would rock either of the two.
Needless to say, Odysseus feels lots better, and much, much more hopeful.
Shadow has picked up an odd new habit: her spine is really, really itchy, and she loves having fingers dug through her plush-toy thick fur and given a good scratch up and down her spine. She loves it so much her ears go limp, eyes fall half shut, and she starts licking the air. If she gets an arm within reach, she whips around and starts licking the person doing the scratching, and purring as loud as she can.
Cricket absolutely hates this, and will turn wrong side out, lash out with no-claw slaps, and run away to hide.
The cats are nearly complete opposites where personality is concerned.
My dog has begun trying to knock me off my feet as soon as she sees me, so that she can climb in my lap and roll over and over and over--it's a little weird. I don't mean just rolling onto her back to get belly rubs. No, I mean all the way over as fast as she can squirm, as many times as she can, until she gets dizzy from it.
Dog is nuts.
Next weekend is our state's back-to-school sales tax free weekend. So this coming week, I've got to try all of the imp's jeans from last year on him to see just how much too short they are.
They go back to school on the 13th of August.
I go back the next Monday.
I'm finally caught most of the way up with the housework I fell behind on while I was sick, so my focus for reading and writing is returning. I should be finished with the book I'm editing within the next day or so, and then will be getting back into my own writing.
Friday, July 24, 2015
Oh, brilliant.
Dumbing down college degrees further, semester by semester. Basic Economics has been replaced as a core class by something simpler that emphasizes Keynes's theories. And now, my state has decided to do away with basic Algebra as a requirement to graduate.
Wonderful. By so doing, they're devaluing the degrees of those that took Algebra. I mean, I can sort of see it for trade schools, for trades that have little to do with math (which are damn few), but not for liberal arts colleges and universities.
Coming soon: Master's degree required for a basic, entry-level position at most jobs.
Wonderful. By so doing, they're devaluing the degrees of those that took Algebra. I mean, I can sort of see it for trade schools, for trades that have little to do with math (which are damn few), but not for liberal arts colleges and universities.
Coming soon: Master's degree required for a basic, entry-level position at most jobs.
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Sorta, but not quite.
So. Ran across something last week that I've been ruminating on: "Skull-Stomping Sacred Cows: People are Dying Because We're Weak."
We aren't weak. Well, the American people (the real ones, the ones that remember what it is to BE an American, rather than European, or a "citizen of the world") aren't. Neither are our military branches.
Our politicians--the ones in control, and the ones our enemies look to when they assess the rest of us--are. They desperately want to be "liked."
We are not up against a similar culture, like we were in WWI or WWII, where we fought (mostly) in Europe against others who come from the same racial and cultural heritage that our nation was built on. No, this is more like fighting on the Pacific front: we have facing us an enemy that sees nothing wrong in acts that seem, to us, to be cowardly, or barbaric.
The thing is, they seem that way because they come from different cultural roots. Ones that we only sort of shared. These roots are in the Old Testament of the Bible. Ours are almost completely founded in Europe alone, or in the New Testament. Theirs are formed by tribalism,* ours by feudalism.**
We have it within our culture to overcome and wipe out theirs. We've done it before, when we had to (see the early colonial period when we were forced to defend ourselves from the aggressive aboriginal tribes). We are capable of doing it again.
Should a massive attack happen that hits us in the nerve center of the nation (i.e., Washington, D.C.), I do believe that our declared enemies, those who've declared war on us time and time again, will find that we are capable of doing it again, and that what they perceive as weakness--an unwillingness to cause unnecessary harm, or to torture instead of a swift death, or the discipline to not charge screaming into the fight but to wait and aim until there's no way to avoid our shots--are not weaknesses at all, but a massive well of strength that they, in their fractured, tribal based culture cannot hope to match.
*Tribalism is focused on family, then extended family, then tribe, and to hell with anyone else. And if stabbing a relative in the back is necessary for your own advancement, it's for the good of the tribe.
**Feudalism, done right, is a ruling class that cares for and protects its everyday people, right down to the individual families. Advancement is not handled at the point of a knife, but by proving merit and working hard.
We aren't weak. Well, the American people (the real ones, the ones that remember what it is to BE an American, rather than European, or a "citizen of the world") aren't. Neither are our military branches.
Our politicians--the ones in control, and the ones our enemies look to when they assess the rest of us--are. They desperately want to be "liked."
We are not up against a similar culture, like we were in WWI or WWII, where we fought (mostly) in Europe against others who come from the same racial and cultural heritage that our nation was built on. No, this is more like fighting on the Pacific front: we have facing us an enemy that sees nothing wrong in acts that seem, to us, to be cowardly, or barbaric.
The thing is, they seem that way because they come from different cultural roots. Ones that we only sort of shared. These roots are in the Old Testament of the Bible. Ours are almost completely founded in Europe alone, or in the New Testament. Theirs are formed by tribalism,* ours by feudalism.**
We have it within our culture to overcome and wipe out theirs. We've done it before, when we had to (see the early colonial period when we were forced to defend ourselves from the aggressive aboriginal tribes). We are capable of doing it again.
Should a massive attack happen that hits us in the nerve center of the nation (i.e., Washington, D.C.), I do believe that our declared enemies, those who've declared war on us time and time again, will find that we are capable of doing it again, and that what they perceive as weakness--an unwillingness to cause unnecessary harm, or to torture instead of a swift death, or the discipline to not charge screaming into the fight but to wait and aim until there's no way to avoid our shots--are not weaknesses at all, but a massive well of strength that they, in their fractured, tribal based culture cannot hope to match.
*Tribalism is focused on family, then extended family, then tribe, and to hell with anyone else. And if stabbing a relative in the back is necessary for your own advancement, it's for the good of the tribe.
**Feudalism, done right, is a ruling class that cares for and protects its everyday people, right down to the individual families. Advancement is not handled at the point of a knife, but by proving merit and working hard.
Monday, July 20, 2015
Rather proud of myself for this ruse...
I convinced the kids that they were both "It" in a game of hide and seek with toys in the imp's messy room; first, the blocks; then, the dozers (and steamrollers, and diggers); the wood trains and the die cast trains; and the Matchbox cars and trucks into one big box for sorting tomorrow once their boxes are found.
I pulled a Mary Poppins, and got one of two disaster areas cleaned up. And the pixie wants the same done with her room tomorrow.
I cannot believe I managed that. I will have to admit I'm a little more impressed with myself than I may have any right to be.
I pulled a Mary Poppins, and got one of two disaster areas cleaned up. And the pixie wants the same done with her room tomorrow.
I cannot believe I managed that. I will have to admit I'm a little more impressed with myself than I may have any right to be.
We are not Europe.
Recently, New York passed a law that states that "assault" rifles must be registered with state authorities. I recall reading in the article that followed it up some time later that less than 20% of "assault" rifle owners in the state registered their rifles. I'm pretty sure it was probably fewer than that, should all of the facts be known.
Connecticut, after Sandy Hook, passed something similar, swearing that they only wanted to know where they were. I'm pretty sure more registered there than in New York, but probably not as many as they'd've liked.
And now, they're sending out confiscation letters. Granted, they're only sending letters to those they think own an evil murder rifle, but I doubt the rest are far behind.
The government officials involved in this stupidity are forgetting something: those that meekly registered their rifles like they were told may be sheep, but those that chose to disobey the law that ran contrary to their rights stated in and protected by the second amendment are likely to use those very rifles to protect themselves and their rights from a tyrannical government.
They've also forgotten that Concord and Lexington were prompted by a government gun grab.
In the twentieth century, there have been numerous gun grabs throughout Europe and Asia: The Ottoman Empire in 1915; the Soviets in the '20s; the Germans in the '30s; China, Uganda, Guatemala, and Cambodia through the second half of the century. In each case, gun registration was near-immediately (within a year or two) followed up by gun confiscation. In each case, the citizens meekly and lawfully turned over their arms. And each case was followed up by massive numbers of people murdered by the very governments they turned their guns over to. Millions. Tens of millions. Mostly either minority ethnic groups, persecuted religious minorities, or political rivals.
Many Americans are both aware of this and wary of this happening here.
This nation was founded by men and women who keenly felt the injustice of a hereditary political class that controlled their lives to a huge extent, and thus, left for freer pastures. Though some two hundred years of political neglect--almost entirely benign--those who made this land their home learned to govern themselves, and learned to like the freedom to be left alone that they'd found here.
In the early 1770s, that freedom started to be constricted. The people were treated very unfairly (see the Declaration of Independence for further detail), and it chafed. In 1775, the British government decided to quell the rebellion it could smell brewing before it got started, and misstepped. King George III either didn't realize, or forgot, that the American colonies were made up of steel-spined malcontents that clanged when they walked. And, in trying to seize the means for the colonies to defend themselves, triggered the very rebellion he feared in Concord an Lexington.
Americans in 2015 are, for the most part, descended from these men who laid their lives, their fortune, and their sacred honor on the line. We are not sheep.
And, most of all, we are not European.
We will not lay down our God-given rights to defend ourselves just because some chattering, inbred nitwits in the hereditary political classes that have grown like a tumor in the heart of our nation tells us to.
Connecticut, after Sandy Hook, passed something similar, swearing that they only wanted to know where they were. I'm pretty sure more registered there than in New York, but probably not as many as they'd've liked.
And now, they're sending out confiscation letters. Granted, they're only sending letters to those they think own an evil murder rifle, but I doubt the rest are far behind.
The government officials involved in this stupidity are forgetting something: those that meekly registered their rifles like they were told may be sheep, but those that chose to disobey the law that ran contrary to their rights stated in and protected by the second amendment are likely to use those very rifles to protect themselves and their rights from a tyrannical government.
They've also forgotten that Concord and Lexington were prompted by a government gun grab.
In the twentieth century, there have been numerous gun grabs throughout Europe and Asia: The Ottoman Empire in 1915; the Soviets in the '20s; the Germans in the '30s; China, Uganda, Guatemala, and Cambodia through the second half of the century. In each case, gun registration was near-immediately (within a year or two) followed up by gun confiscation. In each case, the citizens meekly and lawfully turned over their arms. And each case was followed up by massive numbers of people murdered by the very governments they turned their guns over to. Millions. Tens of millions. Mostly either minority ethnic groups, persecuted religious minorities, or political rivals.
Many Americans are both aware of this and wary of this happening here.
This nation was founded by men and women who keenly felt the injustice of a hereditary political class that controlled their lives to a huge extent, and thus, left for freer pastures. Though some two hundred years of political neglect--almost entirely benign--those who made this land their home learned to govern themselves, and learned to like the freedom to be left alone that they'd found here.
In the early 1770s, that freedom started to be constricted. The people were treated very unfairly (see the Declaration of Independence for further detail), and it chafed. In 1775, the British government decided to quell the rebellion it could smell brewing before it got started, and misstepped. King George III either didn't realize, or forgot, that the American colonies were made up of steel-spined malcontents that clanged when they walked. And, in trying to seize the means for the colonies to defend themselves, triggered the very rebellion he feared in Concord an Lexington.
Americans in 2015 are, for the most part, descended from these men who laid their lives, their fortune, and their sacred honor on the line. We are not sheep.
And, most of all, we are not European.
We will not lay down our God-given rights to defend ourselves just because some chattering, inbred nitwits in the hereditary political classes that have grown like a tumor in the heart of our nation tells us to.
Saturday, July 18, 2015
random ramblings
The various UTI problems I've had were triggered by an underlying issue: a small kidney stone that had decided it was time to go. It was uncomfortable, yes, but not intensely painful, which says it was very small.
The very day I started feeling better, I managed to food poison myself at lunch. I spent Thursday and yesterday sicker than a dog.
The kids have (mostly) been good for me this week, but not perfect. In fact, the imp was a rancid little shit all day, yesterday. I think the problem was that he hadn't gone to bed (and to sleep) until an hour, hour and a half past bedtime the night before...yet still got up yesterday morning at the stinking ass-crack of dawn. And, since we'd gone up to my mother's to give Odysseus quiet to study because the library was closed yesterday, the imp also did not get a nap.
Today, Odysseus is taking the pixie up to visit his parents. There's a live on stage version of Cinderella that they're taking her to go see. She's spending the night.
Last weekend, the imp spent the night, and Odysseus took the pixie to watch the new Minions movie. The last time the pixie spent the night, we watched the first Captain America movie with him. I think we may watch The Avengers tonight for the first time. I think he's gonna love it, and he's going to be mesmerized. He was with Captain America.
The cats have been sweet, this week. Shadow has been "sneaking" into the imp's room and perching in a dark corner either of his shelves or under his chair (sneaking doesn't really work when she strops my legs before she goes to hide.) Then, when he goes to bed, she sleeps on him for a few hours before she knocks to come out. She usually wants out around 9:30-11:00 pm. Cricket's been sitting on the arm of my chair, draping herself up and over my arm and shoulder, and purring in my ear. It's been fairly nice...until she starts trying to eat my hair. She has enough trouble with hairballs from her own hair, and she's a domestic short hair cat. She really doesn't need to eat my hair, too, since it's about waist-long.
My dog's been happily taking baths when my family gives them--she's figured out that the Dawn that they add to the water when they run the water (making bubbles that she plays with) kills fleas. She loves baths, now. And, since she's getting more frequent baths, she's not the little stink pot she used to be. So, I sat down on the floor and scratched and petted my dog, who just half-smothered me with affection.
I am past the writer's block--and the editor's block--now that I'm feeling a lot better than I have since the end of last month. Kinda sucks that I'm so far behind on my housework, but I'm not so far that it's interfering with creativity levels. I've got a bit done on my book, some more written out long hand, and a little bit more edited on DaddyBear's newest book draft (I'm about halfway done, and loving it). I strongly recommend it, when he gets it up and published.
The very day I started feeling better, I managed to food poison myself at lunch. I spent Thursday and yesterday sicker than a dog.
The kids have (mostly) been good for me this week, but not perfect. In fact, the imp was a rancid little shit all day, yesterday. I think the problem was that he hadn't gone to bed (and to sleep) until an hour, hour and a half past bedtime the night before...yet still got up yesterday morning at the stinking ass-crack of dawn. And, since we'd gone up to my mother's to give Odysseus quiet to study because the library was closed yesterday, the imp also did not get a nap.
Today, Odysseus is taking the pixie up to visit his parents. There's a live on stage version of Cinderella that they're taking her to go see. She's spending the night.
Last weekend, the imp spent the night, and Odysseus took the pixie to watch the new Minions movie. The last time the pixie spent the night, we watched the first Captain America movie with him. I think we may watch The Avengers tonight for the first time. I think he's gonna love it, and he's going to be mesmerized. He was with Captain America.
The cats have been sweet, this week. Shadow has been "sneaking" into the imp's room and perching in a dark corner either of his shelves or under his chair (sneaking doesn't really work when she strops my legs before she goes to hide.) Then, when he goes to bed, she sleeps on him for a few hours before she knocks to come out. She usually wants out around 9:30-11:00 pm. Cricket's been sitting on the arm of my chair, draping herself up and over my arm and shoulder, and purring in my ear. It's been fairly nice...until she starts trying to eat my hair. She has enough trouble with hairballs from her own hair, and she's a domestic short hair cat. She really doesn't need to eat my hair, too, since it's about waist-long.
My dog's been happily taking baths when my family gives them--she's figured out that the Dawn that they add to the water when they run the water (making bubbles that she plays with) kills fleas. She loves baths, now. And, since she's getting more frequent baths, she's not the little stink pot she used to be. So, I sat down on the floor and scratched and petted my dog, who just half-smothered me with affection.
I am past the writer's block--and the editor's block--now that I'm feeling a lot better than I have since the end of last month. Kinda sucks that I'm so far behind on my housework, but I'm not so far that it's interfering with creativity levels. I've got a bit done on my book, some more written out long hand, and a little bit more edited on DaddyBear's newest book draft (I'm about halfway done, and loving it). I strongly recommend it, when he gets it up and published.
Friday, July 17, 2015
FFOT: IIC*
We have some real winners proposing and making laws. First, we have sanctuary cities, where people who committed a crime to even be in this country, where apparently it's only a little thing where one of these criminals murder a woman who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
There are reasons I refuse to visit St. Louis and Kansas City in my own state. That is one of them.
Then we have to appease the sackless herbivores** by creating a policy which disarms our soldiers and prevents them from defending themselves, despite the fact that they also argue that our soldiers and cops are the only ones trained enough to be permitted to own and carry said firearms. And, of course, gun free zone equals target rich environment for those who have no intention of obeying the law, which led to four of our United States Marines being murdered by hajji at a gun free recruiting area.
And now, we have yet another law passed aimed at public schools in VA: the Every Child Achieves Act. They're so proud of themselves for naming art and music as core subjects. Sad and sorry thing is this: they just doomed the teaching of art and music to go the same way as reading, writing and math--teaching the subject is going to go the way of teaching subjects tested always do.
And that's leaving aside the simple truth that not every child is capable of achieving to the same levels. Many are not capable of achieving to the lowest level deemed adequate. Are they going to do the same as they did with reading, writing, and math, and dumb everything down to the level that the least capable is able to reach, and ignore the ones that are capable of the top levels of achievement?
I know, I know: these things I've mentioned are either against the law (which criminals ignore, as I have already pointed out) or an unintended consequence. Actually, all three instances are all unintended consequences of totally asinine laws, written and passed by mouth-breathing morons who happen to be for sale tto the highewst bidder.
I'm still debating whether our elected civil servants are whores or pimps, considering that they take the money while the rest of us get screwed.
I wish they'd go fuck themselves instead.
*Idiots In Charge
**I do not claim credit for this lovely turn of phrase. It was coined either by the lovely Tam from View From The Porch or one of her friends.
There are reasons I refuse to visit St. Louis and Kansas City in my own state. That is one of them.
Then we have to appease the sackless herbivores** by creating a policy which disarms our soldiers and prevents them from defending themselves, despite the fact that they also argue that our soldiers and cops are the only ones trained enough to be permitted to own and carry said firearms. And, of course, gun free zone equals target rich environment for those who have no intention of obeying the law, which led to four of our United States Marines being murdered by hajji at a gun free recruiting area.
And now, we have yet another law passed aimed at public schools in VA: the Every Child Achieves Act. They're so proud of themselves for naming art and music as core subjects. Sad and sorry thing is this: they just doomed the teaching of art and music to go the same way as reading, writing and math--teaching the subject is going to go the way of teaching subjects tested always do.
And that's leaving aside the simple truth that not every child is capable of achieving to the same levels. Many are not capable of achieving to the lowest level deemed adequate. Are they going to do the same as they did with reading, writing, and math, and dumb everything down to the level that the least capable is able to reach, and ignore the ones that are capable of the top levels of achievement?
I know, I know: these things I've mentioned are either against the law (which criminals ignore, as I have already pointed out) or an unintended consequence. Actually, all three instances are all unintended consequences of totally asinine laws, written and passed by mouth-breathing morons who happen to be for sale tto the highewst bidder.
I'm still debating whether our elected civil servants are whores or pimps, considering that they take the money while the rest of us get screwed.
I wish they'd go fuck themselves instead.
*Idiots In Charge
**I do not claim credit for this lovely turn of phrase. It was coined either by the lovely Tam from View From The Porch or one of her friends.
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Disgust is the mildest term
I'm sure everyone's heard about the latest kerfuffle with Planned Parenthood. I'll summarize, but won't link to the story plus video. I don't want to owe anybody a new keyboard because they vomited on theirs.
In a breathtakingly horrific flouting of U.S. law, they are not only performing partial birth abortions by delivering late term babies breech and murdering them in the process, they're harvesting and selling organs when they think they can get away with it.
And each and every individual in the United States, willing or not, is complicit in this atrocity. Because Planned Parenthood is supported by our tax dollars.
Never have I ever been so glad that we get more back than we pay in. Because every dollar heading for the EITC is one that cannot be handed over to the murderers of the most innocent among us.
I am so far beyond angry that I cannot even express it.
In a breathtakingly horrific flouting of U.S. law, they are not only performing partial birth abortions by delivering late term babies breech and murdering them in the process, they're harvesting and selling organs when they think they can get away with it.
And each and every individual in the United States, willing or not, is complicit in this atrocity. Because Planned Parenthood is supported by our tax dollars.
Never have I ever been so glad that we get more back than we pay in. Because every dollar heading for the EITC is one that cannot be handed over to the murderers of the most innocent among us.
I am so far beyond angry that I cannot even express it.
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