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tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312150852017-09-14T05:37:26.564-05:00Angela's ViewOne woman's view of the world.Severinehttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-31215085.post-69574496606583083002017-07-04T12:13:00.000-05:002017-07-04T12:13:02.456-05:00State of the Press - Fan Fiction

Happy 241st Independence Day! I've been catching up on news and stuff this week Why? Because I knew the 4th was coming up and I wanted to see what percolated. And it came up to the following.

Our nation is in great peril. Not because of Trump, not because of Antifa and not because of mean Tweets on the Twatter. It's in peril because our free press, which is supposed to be a check on the government is in bed with the government and they are cupping the balls and swallowing the gravy (thanks for that, Jack Black).

Trump's Tweet showing him beating up Vince McMahon at some Wrestlemania thing, years ago, with the CNN logo overlaid has been decreed the most violent call to action against the American Press. Really, Jim Acosta? Really? I mean, it's not like you guys don't deserve it, frankly I'd punch anyone of you right in your smug face and not feel bad about it at all. None of you merit a moment of sympathy for anything since the last two years have been a non-stop attack on the backbone of America, our middle class and working class.

We have been told, if we don't agree with everything you spew, that we're racist, Nazi, bigoted, Misogynists, Islamophobes who want everyone to die. You harangue us daily to give up to you because you can call names. I don't know where you grew up, but where I come from, kids like you got regularly pummeled on the playground. It was pretty much open season.

You couldn't force us to vote for Hillary so you began deriding our choice of candidate when not outright lying about him, our President. You have raised fan fiction to an art form. You make up shit like the fat Scottish girl at the beginning of the second season of Sherlock with her gay fan fiction explanation of how Sherlock could have survived the fall. Personally, I think all first drafts of any decrees you make about how someone should assassinate the duly elected President of our Nation only comes after you've washed your hands and cleaned your sex toys. Doubt me? Read this.

Some may say I'm overstating it, but honestly I can't see how. All of you in the media seem to spend an inordinate amount of time mentally masturbating to your sick, delusion of killing a man who beat the snot out of the cunt you wanted in office because you'd already curried so much favor with her and the previous guy. There is a phrase, in the vernacular for you and your ilk. It's called "sick fuck". The entire media are sick fucks.

None of you deserve the title of the press. I dare you to go down to Venezuela and say the shit about Maduro that you say about Trump. And then perhaps you'll get a glimpse into the truth about free press in a collectivist regime. The type of regime that Shillary promised you. Not only are you sick fucks, but you're also dumb fucks. You have seen all of the collectivist regimes and you see what they turn the press into, nothing more than propaganda machines and you long for it. Why research and investigate when The State will just tellsyou what to write. Way to completely abdicate all responsibility for living, right?

You laud Kathy Griffin and the production of Julius Caesar wherein Caesar is Trump and is stabbed to death at the end and then you cry, whine, piss and moan when the subject of your infantile stupidity jokes back at you and calls you fake news.

I take issue with Fake News. You're not even that. You can't even rise to that level. You've become nothing more than really bad fan fiction on a Twilight discussion board.

Severinehttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-31215085.post-64175817726944568372017-06-06T18:54:00.000-05:002017-06-06T18:54:53.390-05:00Regarding Nostalgia
Most people who truly know me, know that there is not a nostalgic atom in my being. Not even an atomic particle. I can look back to my past fondly, enjoy certain moments, remember lessons, however, I never, ever look back and wish for those days again. In short, I'm not a Glory Days kinda gal.

I think it comes from living a life with very few regrets. I came to a point in my life where I accepted me for who I am and realized that everything I've experienced had led me to that exact moment, so going back and changing anything would change me, who I am, the person that I love. Because, yes, I love myself first. All of the rest of my love flows from that self-love.

Now, in the small town where I live, they have spent the last 20 years fixing up downtown and the area around our beautiful river. I can honestly say, that area is my favorite part of "downtown". I love that they have taken old warehouses and manufacturing buildings and are re-purposing them for housing in that hipster, yuppie fashion that has most snowflakes crying in their granola about "gentrification". They obviously never saw our town before this started. Trust me, the gentrification is beauty to the eye and a boon to our dying downtown area. We now have new restaurants, a food truck area, and a nightlife that was never what it should have been for our young people, even the college students who were mostly tourists anyway. I have come to like our town more than ever. (I still despise the weather here, so first chance I get I'm outta here, regardless of new restaurants.)

This whole "woe is gentrification" is nothing more than base tribalism and a baby sucking its thumb because something new startled them. Get your thumb out of your mouth, baby, and smell the aroma of true progress. BTW, just in case, progress doesn't mean moving backward. You want to go back to the tribe, the teepee, the cave? You go right on ahead, but remember, no plumbing and no internet. I'll see you in two days, OK?

Gentrification is progress. It takes a building that may have otherwise been torn down and makes it usable by many others and revitalizes a community that would have otherwise broken apart because of flight to better neighborhoods. I saw it where my daughter lived in Houston, on the edge of a barrio. I kid you not, it was like a freakin' colonia right across the street from her first apartment, over off of Canal. Developers were coming in and buying up all of the warehouses, all of the closed and abandoned manufacturing plants and were building loft apartments, high rise apartments and bringing the young back to downtown in Houston, making it a whole lot more fun that it was when I was young and living in Houston and all of the decent places to eat and dance were in the suburbs.

Why do these snowflakes sit around wringing their hands and crying all nostalgic for something they don't even know? I highly suspect their college instructors. For people who can barely tolerate the present, they wish for a past they never knew themselves. Otherwise how else can you explain Black Studies professors preaching segregation? I wait daily for MLK to crawl out of his crypt and start slapping people.

My birthday is tomorrow. I don't sit around all nostalgic for all the years past, wishing I was 25 again. Good Lord! Why would I want that? I love who I have become, and I love the promise of what I can become. I have no wish to stagnate or wish for something that will never be. I look to the future the same way I always have, eager for the promise of each new day. I want to see the secrets we only glimpse now. I can't wait to see what we all become.
Severinehttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-31215085.post-56171167248924595162017-05-31T10:51:00.000-05:002017-05-31T10:51:23.636-05:00Telemarketing
In the past week, both of my phones have been ringing more than they did during the election polling season. Telemarketers are becoming even more desperate in their attempts to get someone to answer their calls. I do so only so that my number is recorded as being answered, then I immediately block them on my phone and through my phone provider at home and block them on my cell phone. Yes, they are now calling cell numbers figuring that most folks don't even have land lines any longer. I seriously consider unplugging my phone hourly.

So, to the telemarketers out there, let me school you on your business model, in much the same way as I lectured the recording industry during the days of Napster and file sharing sites.

Nobody likes you, And when I say nobody, I mean literally not one single person, including yourself, likes you. Your own mother would probably go back in time and have a retroactive abortion if she knew you'd grow up to be a telemarketer.

You're desperate for an ever shrinking, ever growing senile market share. I get that. What I don't get is why you are still using phones? Everyone, including my technophobe elderly relatives have caller ID and never answer calls from numbers they don't recognize. The fact that you are now cloning numbers from elderly members of target communities is really... what's the word I'm searching for? Despicable. Yes. That's it exactly. Despicable.

Just so you know, I'm saying that word just like Sylvester the Cat would. Relish it as you hear it in your tiny little head.

I've always imagined call centers as being the saddest places on earth outside human slavery auctions on the West coast of Africa and Saudi Arabia. It's the kind of place you tell no one you work at. You tell everyone you're a prostitute because it's better than saying you spam phone calls trying to make a dime off the stupid and the elderly, desperate for someone to talk to, and a telemarketer will act like their care in order to make that dime.

Yeah, I'd cop to being a cannibal dominatrix rather than admitting to that, too.

This is a major shout out to ALL marketers of all stripes. Junk mail doesn't work. I have a bin I throw mine in as soon as it's identified. Telemarketing has never worked with me. I will seriously fuck with your head when you call me and I'm in a mood. Barring that, I will record your number, and block it with extreme prejudice. I usually hook up my ancient fax machine to my phone line during the election cycle. Those I want to call me have my cell number. I only give my landline number on websites that demand it, then I unplug my phone now when I need to.

I don't like TV or radio ads. I don't even like magazine ads.

Like most Americans, I have no desire to have goods or services pushed in my face unless I want or need them, and then I seek out those goods or services and I do my due diligence by quietly vetting each product and reading reviews.

I don't use Google to search for good or services. I use an adblocker, in fact two of them, on my browser. I refuse to go to any site that demands I disable either to look at their content, because it's readily available elsewhere without someone trying to hawk their snake oil at everyone.

I am not alone or rare or a weirdo. This is the attitude most rational people have towards advertising. We don't like it, don't need it, don't want it.

I don't even watch the insipid Superbowl commercials until days after. I don't care, and more than likely I will never, ever consider buying your product because I don't want or need it.

I get it. Your tit's in a wringer because you keep wanting to make money without really working for it. Hey, I have a lazy kid, too, but even he draws the line at telemarketing. I guess I can be proud of him for that.

Become a prostitute. At least there is some pride in that type of work.
Severinehttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-31215085.post-63086014211394770112017-04-17T20:32:00.000-05:002017-04-17T20:32:04.000-05:00Another Man's Problem
I listened to a radio call-in show recently where a man called the host and explained that he was engaged to a woman of the Progressive persuasion and he was wondering how he was going to make it work.

If you're calling into a radio talk show two months before your nuptials it's time to call it off. I finally just yelled at the radio, "Dude, leave her! Let her be another man's problem!" Any woman who believes in the wage gap, allows her fiance to be referred to as "toxic" and believes in genderless raising is ripe for the shelf and should not, under any circumstances, procreate. It's bad enough the stupid twat is getting a teaching certificate.

Everything this guy was describing was my nightmare of any female my sons might bring home. With my youngest boy getting married in October, I can only thank the Gods of all the Universes that he chose a woman I like and holds his same values. I'm hoping she talked him out of naming their children Lars and Wulfgar. I hope to God that was a joke. Nah, it had to be a joke.

I am very lucky in that I don't believe either of my boys would even talk to a woman who held views like the caller's fiancee. Neither of them have much patience for Progressive twaddle or suffer fools gladly. They would carefully sneak around any woman in their orbit with Progressive views if not just make fun of her until she ran away crying. I taught them that was okay to do to horrifically self-stupid people. I've seen my eldest cut through a Third Wave Feminist like a hot knife through butter when she started on toxic masculinity or the patriarchy. I was never more proud.

Feminists today are toxic. There is not one that I have seen or met that I didn't want to immediately take out of the gene pool. I see no problem with slapping or punching them, actually. You want to be equal with men? Truly? Sign up for the draft and take a punch to your disgustingly stupid mouth when you spout your stupidity. There, just like a man in a bar, shooting off his stupid mouth.

Or, you can let her become another man's problem. Watch any Steve Shives video. Watch the ones with his wife next to him. If ever a man was showing with body language that he didn't want to be where he is, this is it. I watch them because it's comedy gold. There is a guy in Australia that is a complete moron, and thinks he's a "femininst" and he says the most stupid things. I've only seen clips of his videos in other people's video and I really can't be arsed to find out what his name is.

Let her become that man's problem. Feminists don't want equality, they want special, they all want to be little queens of their little fiefdoms. Know what? My fiefdom is my home. I keep a nice home so that my husband who works very hard has a place he can come home to where he can relax and be himself at the end of the day, and work like a dog for on the weekends. My man has it easier. I don't have long Honey-Do lists that revolve around my wants. I have long lists of things he's said he's going to do and I tend to slap them down on his desk when his pile of crap gets in my way and I insist he does something, or, failing that I go cry to his mother. That is true feminine solidarity.

Yes, allow her to pass on to any other male that will accept his female dictating to him that they should adopt cross-racial babies while contributing none of their DNA to the next generation. If she feels so badly about her DNA, perhaps that is the best choice for her, and frankly, any male that would accept her should not pass his down either. r/K is real, people.

Let her be another man's headache while she blames everyone but herself for her low pay in the profession she chose of her own free-will but will blame on some male patriarchal institution instead of her ow stupid choices. Let her remain in a city that is very anti nuclear family. Let her stay with her highly educated retard friends who live in her echo chamber, circle-jerking their way to extinction.

No, really. Let her be another man's problem. Life's too short to deal with stupid people.
Severinehttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-31215085.post-2354928440632242202017-03-19T13:03:00.002-05:002017-03-19T13:03:39.013-05:00Affirmative Action
I was raging today over the Bioware/EA scandal in gaming for hiring a completely unqualified woman as their 3D animator when she had no experience. On her CV her experience portion reads, and I quote, "Lots of experience". Because of the pioneering efforts of twat waffles Anita Sarkesian and Brianna Wu, two other completely unqualified human beings, she was hired because... Gamergate.

Anyway, my husband and I disagree on the degree of suckitude of the art so I explained to him why Affirmative Action is one of the worst ideas on the very long list of bad Progressive ideas. Just under Social Security and Federal Income Tax.

Affirmative Action tells a person that they are not good enough, not smart enough to do something, so the government will tell the world that they have the right to do it, regardless of their ability or intelligence. Take college, for instance. You're black, and some counselor tells you that you don't have the grades of test scores to get into the college you want to go to, but the government tells them they have to take you to get their federal money for Pell and other grants. It doesn't matter that you don't have the intelligence, the work ethic or even the aptitude to major in whatever it is, all that matters is the color of your skin. You believe it and you get into that college. Wow! How great is that? Until you're kicked out because you're failing, don't go to class and spend most of your time playing video games with your dorm buddies.

Now what? You go home to your bad neighborhood and community that you were trying to get out of, and instead of going to junior college or trade school, you get into gangs and drugs. Why? Because that's a way you can make money and still play video games instead of being a wage slave and holding a real job and slowly working your way up the ladder. You know, like white people have to do.

This is what happens when you can't read yet are told you can do anything you want to... with government assistance. You are never encouraged to do anything on your own, think on your own or act without government permission. You are then put on welfare and your life is set on a path that the real racists want you to be on. Blandly sitting in front of a television where they will tell you what to do and what to think until November when your repayment to them is by voting straight Democrat ticket, then going back to your cud-chewing ways on their Ballot Cattle Plantation.

Nice, right?

You were educated in poorly run, derelict schools where you were told it was all about self-esteem and participation trophies, that you really didn't need to put forth any effort because you were owed because slavery/institutional racism/insert whatever buzzword fits.

The lesson you should learn is that you are owed nothing by any other person on this planet. Nobody owes you anything. Ever. The ONLY way to get ahead is by being smarter and faster than your closest competition. You have to fight and claw your way to dominating anything and anyone who tells you different has a bet on your opponent.

The biggest lie of Affirmative Action is that they were doing what was best for you. Was it best that your graduated from high school reading at a fourth grade level, were told you had a right to a college education when you had no qualifications that would indicate that you could stick it out so that you wound up going home a failure to a life of criminality or a drugged haze to deny your reality?

What amazes me is that more minorities don't rise up and turn on the proponents of this poisonous policy. My personal theory is that they don't want to admit their own complicity in how they got to where they are. They wanted to believe that they were in some way scamming the system, getting one over on the man, when in reality they were all fooling themselves and Karma doesn't really like that at all, so the lesson is harsh when it's dealt.

Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas was the first person to ever bring this subject to the notice it deserves, and I have been screaming this from the rooftops ever since. Affirmative Action is a lie told to blacks and other minorities to keep them quiet, keep them compliant and keep them voting for more Progressive policies while keeping them shut away on their ballot cattle plantations, only showing up around election years making promises they have no intention of keeping. They don't want the poor out of poverty. They don't want you to have healthcare to take care of you, they want it to have control over your life and hold your life or death in their hands because they honestly get off on it.

Why people buy into it is beyond me. Of course, my first response to anyone telling me I'm not smart enough or good enough to do something is to prove them wrong. But that requires self-awareness and introspection on a level that is not approved of in government run education.

Take the case of Talcum X, aka Shawn King, The Young Turks newest hire. Talcum X, a white man masquerading as a black man and founder of Black Lives Matter. This white boy stole a black man's position at an all black college. Does anyone within the Progressivesphere become outraged? Nope. He identifies as black and helps the black community, so he's untouchable. Really? how has he improved the black community? Name ONE WAY. One. I'll wait. I packed a lunch.

Name one way that Affirmative Action has helped any minority community other than white women who are NOT a minority. Title IX may not appear anywhere in your excuse or apologetics. Again, I packed a lunch. I can wait.
Severinehttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-31215085.post-51680938708727139272017-03-12T11:33:00.002-05:002017-03-12T11:33:55.207-05:00Burn the Boomers
I was watching this video by Stefan Molyneux. I don't know about anyone else, but I love it when Stef goes on a rant. It's better than watching Dennis Leary. He went off on Western Civilization being the cause of its own destruction by learning nothing from its past.

I am going to say something here that my long time readers already know, but will surprise anyone new who is hitting my blog. I hate Baby Boomers. I despise them, in fact. I so hate their parents that it's like a dragon holding back its fire when confronted with them. My hate for them is generational.

I was born in 1965, at the end of the boom. My parents were Boomers. You know full well my feelings there. A bunch of whining, grasping, grabby, self-entitled whiners I have never seen in any generation and rarely outside the toddler room of a day care center. They love the idea of ending poverty and educating everyone as long as they don't have to really put any effort into it. In other words, they are the ultimate virtue signalers.

The welfare state was their parents' bailiwick. Social Security, then Medicare, Medicaid, Food Stamps, the Great Society of freakin' Johnson (may he rot in hell) have all had the effect of destroying the family and financially enslaving generations of the poor they wanted to help, all with your tax dollars, of course, not their OWN money. God forbid.

It was like checking off a list of wonderful things they were doing in their lifetime. Provide for the elderly who, like the grasshopper in the fable, never provided for the next day, much less retirement, so we don't have to save for our retirement. Provide for the poor because money makes everything better. Destroying the black family because, well, they're all racist aren't they, just refusing to acknowledge it is their biggest crime.

They embraced abortion and a sort of hedonism and were called the ME Generation. It was all about them. And they were forward thinking for everything but planning for when they couldn't work, if they ever did work. In the late 60s they figured that for real change they needed to convince everyone their way was the only way and they started in inner city schools because the burbs were just too uptight and conservative. They convinced inner city kids that welfare was their right to make up for the injustices of slavery. They convinced them to have children out of wedlock, that marriage and raising a family were old world and patriarchal. Black women needed to empower themselves by having out of wedlock children so they could get more welfare benefits and then their children could being having children as teens so as to bring more benefits into the household. This was when they weren't herding them into Planned Parenthood clinics to scrape away the mud they were carrying, according to Saint Margaret Sanger of the Abortion Mill.

Everything suddenly became a right to these former campus commies trying desperately to stay relevant in a world where the cracks in their face masks were becoming noticeable. The generation who thought they would fuck everyone forever had to come up with a gimmick and that gimmick was Government Healthcare, because seeing England's example, for some reason, did not make them decide that socialized medicine was a bad idea. Many of them, doctors themselves, knew they would stay in private practice to their moneyed friends whilst the young doctors would be slaves to their never-ending appetite for virtue signaling.

You know how I know all of my opinions here are right? Every single time, EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. Boomers start screeching we need to do something and tax Americans to do it, when we suggest they use their own money to show us how well it works, you never hear about it again. EVAR. Doubt me? Just look at the recent silencing of JK Rowling and George Clooney. They wanted to bring hundreds of thousands of Syrian "refugees" into England and America. When it was pointed out that they owned houses they didn't even use and that perhaps they should put some up, and people even put up money to buy these economic refugees air fare to their houses, they belted up and never uttered another work. They love pontificating from their gated enclaves, not once giving a thought about anything else but how good they appear to their friends and the idiot public who follow them.

And that is the Baby Boomers in a nutshell.

They convinced my generation that we needed to go out and work, warehousing our children in indifferent day care centers. Our children grew up unable to cope, especially the millennials, because they never had real care from any adult around them. Now we reap the benefits of that lie with grown children who stand around screaming and crying about Starbucks being out of their favorite flavor cappuccino like a two year old in the middle of toddler room trying to get the attention of the indifferent minimum wage person who is supposed to be caring for them. They are at college and can't cope with an opinion they have not been taught to parrot back to their leftist instructors. They can't think, can't earn, and are thus relegated to being insignificant to the world around them because they can do nothing, but think they should be at the top of the ladder.

Boomers thought they would be young forever, live forever, fuck forever and didn't give a thought to tomorrow. They are two entire generations who can't cope with aging, haven't provided for their retirement and will be relegated as the last people to buy Alpo to eat with their dwindling Social Security payments. I've paid into that system since I was 16 and got my first paycheck. I will never see a dime of it. Sure, let the future pay for your retirement, Grandma. You have robbed your children and grandchildren so you could live as you wanted without a thought to the future, because your parents were so horrified by a World War they tried to shield you from any adversity. You got us civil rights and then ruined it with welfare, because you thought money was infinite.

Boomers are Utopians. They think that if they can just change people, the world will be perfect and no one will hate anyone and it will be wonderful with unicorns, kittens and cotton candy clouds. They just need to change people and this is where and why I hate them so much. The social engineering that we've had to stand back and watch since the 60's. For this alone I think they should all die horribly and go to the hell of Christopher Stasheff. If you've read Her Majesty's Wizard, you will understand the depths of my desire to punish every single one of the so-called do-gooders.

Let's see, what have we changed drastically since the 60s and the introduction of a welfare state? Well, more out of wedlock births, the death of the black family, and it's quickly happening in the Hispanic world, but at a slower rate. More minority males in prison because they've grown up with no man in their unstable, beast run households. Drug use in the minority community that makes the 70s heroin plague look like a walk in the park. We have had homosexuality, trans, and all that gender bull shit, crammed down our throats while they screamed at us that we HAD to accept it.

Here's the truth, idiots. No one really cares, they just don't want it shoved in their faces. They don't even want hetero pushed in their faces. So really, shut the fuck up and go back to finding more ways to steal your children and grandchildren's future.

Boomers are liars and thieves, so excellently represented by the Clintons. They are the ultimate that Boomers have to offer as to why they should all be immediately be shot and buried and immediately forgotten.

It feels good to get that poison out of my system. Hashtag not all Boomers fit this mold, but most do. We should hold them up as a lesson we teach children as what happens to lying thieves when they get caught at it. In a perfect world, they would already be building roads using prison labor to do so. You want to retire in style? Prepare for it like we've had to do because we've always known we could not rely on Social Security. We won't have Medicare, hopefully. Get rid of Medicare and Medicaid and open up the free market in medicine and you will see everyone has affordable healthcare without HMOs, PPOs or anything but indemnity health insurance.

So, next time you see a Boomer screaming about anything, punch them in the face, because they are all Nazis at heart, and if it's good enough for Nazis...
Severinehttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-31215085.post-90516354961669172372017-01-16T14:21:00.001-06:002017-01-16T14:21:39.218-06:00Ruminations On A Civil Rights Failure
This past weekend, John Lewis of Selma fame, and Congress Critter from Georgia, thought to call President Elect Donald Trump's election win illegitimate. Now, I didn't vote for The Donald. I had my reservations that he would be anything more than Hillary in a Saville Row suit. So I wrote in a name of an unqualified person and left the rest of my ballot as I saw fit.

Now, as to the legitimacy question. Let's see the score card now, the CIA admits that they have no proof that Russians actually hacked anything. The FBI, ditto. They claim there is undisputed evidence that Russians "interfered" in our election process, i.e. Wikileaks publications, but again, can provide no proof. Putin denies giving Assange anything. Assange assures everyone he knows that he did not get his information on DNC emails from Russia. In fact, he got them from a DNC insider, Bernie supporter, who was disgusted by what he saw happening to his chosen candidate with full approval of Yenta Barbie, Donna Brazille and HRC herself. For people who have seen the archives that Assange demands when given digital data, they all know who it was and who continued that work after that person mysteriously died as people around HRC do.

So, John Lewis, noted liar, race huckster and Democrat Party shill thinks that Trump's win is not legitimate. Really? Interesting, that. Truly. In point of fact, it's FASCINATING.

Why? Because John Lewis is a known liar. In 2009 he accused people of calling him and Elijah Cummings the N-Word on the capital steps while they marched in , arm in arm with Nancy Legosi and Mjolnir to vote for Obamacare. Andrew Breitbart immediately offered $100K to anyone who could provide video proof of this happening. In the seven years since that incident, not one single person has stepped up to collect that from Andrew Breitbart or now, his estate. Not. One. Single. Person.

Proven Lie.

Now, the ONLY reason we know John Lewis, AT ALL, is because he got clubbed in the head in the Selma riots back in the Civil Rights days down South in Alabama. He's been dining out on that story for over fifty years. Here's is what I don't understand about John Lewis, everyone involved in his beating, in being set on by dogs, fire hosed, and jailed was all done at the hands of the Democrat Party with "Segregation Today, Segregation Tomorrow, Segregation Forever". Yeah, hate me because I paid attention in all of the American History classes I was forced to take compared to my one year of world history and world geography.

So, John Lewis decides to then go out and shill for the Party that saw him as nothing more than dirt under their feet, and now he seeks their protection as they try to virtue signal about how much they love minorities.

Sitting on this side of 50+ years of The Great Society, how's that worked for your people Mr. Lewis? Perhaps Trump was right and you need to go home and pay attention to what's going on in your streets. You're a worthless party hack who doesn't even realize he's been used for all of these years by people who really do see him as beneath him.

Illegitimate, indeed.
Severinehttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-31215085.post-87288654471968229562017-01-10T13:16:00.001-06:002017-01-10T13:16:47.624-06:00Watching The Farce
I'm watching the Sessions confirmation hearings and I have to admit, when they are not in power, the Democrats are really pretty pathetic, but funny.

I can't decide which I like better, Feinstein's racism accusation which proves her staff can't research a clearly and long debunked tale about a joke Sessions once told, or Dick Durbin's crying about the Dreamers, "What about the children?", the battle cry of all Lefties when there's no gas left in the tank.

Sessions, adroitly in my opinion, rebutted each ridiculous attack with a calm, almost amused demeanor that I nearly applauded. Especially, when one senator had to ask him four times if he really would recuse himself from an investigation into Hillary Clinton's email debacle. As if the man could not recognize the truth when it bit him on the ass. Law 101, moron, never ask a question you don't already know the answer to. You looked like a buffoon on national television AND your constituents, who are even now wondering when you can be primaried.

I expect all of the confirmation hearings to go much like this, proving that the Democrats learned nothing from this election. They don't get it that Republicans are no longer within the grip of Stockholm Syndrome. Yet, another rational argument for term limits, if you ask me, which you didn't but this is my blog so I'm opining.

If you go over to CSPAN or YouTube to watch the hearing, you will see more than one Democrat do that eyeball side to side thing, looking, searching, praying for some confirmation bias that they're clearly used to and not getting it. They are caught flat footed and don't know what to do next. Saul Alinsky certainly never taught them how to fight back. I am praying that some intrepid Project Veritas camera is somewhere in the background and catches one of the idiots going, "WTF happened out there? He didn't do like he's supposed to! WTF is going on?!". Comedy gold and you know it's happening.

This is the first time since 1920 that the Democrats have no leg to stand on. At all. They hold no currency, can purchase nothing at all, and they are foundering, fast, simply because they cannot change their paradigm because it's worked well for them since the 1960s. Fifty years is a long time to be in the driver's seat. Nearly 100 years of being able to social engineer has left them in the denial that people simply are no longer buying what they are selling. They cannot believe they've lost, that they've been rejected. They remind me of Steven's ex-girlfriend Jane in the BBC show Coupling from the 90s. They are unflushable.

I'm going to watch all the confirmation hearings they air, cabinet selections, diplomatic corps, etc.,. It's amusing to watch and even better to experience when they fall so flat and it's so obvious they have no idea how to recover. They've never had to learn to lose, because in their world, everyone's a winner, and it's not just a funk song from the 70s.

I suggest you do the same, and watch the body language of the Democrats. That's when you really hit the mother lode of cognitive dissonance. If you're so lucky as to catch some microexpressions, it's almost enough to make you roll out of your chair or off your sofa laughing.

So, yes, I am here to watch the farce that the Democrats think they are still in power, and from the rules they rammed through in the past few sessions, they figured they always would be.
Severinehttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-31215085.post-47732663489251216792016-12-25T09:44:00.002-06:002016-12-25T09:44:33.138-06:00Behold! The Grinch!
I'm trying to remember if I do a Christmas thing every year, and I suspect I do, but I'm too lazy, and hungry, to look right now.

My #2 son got me a leather bound edition of Nail Gaiman's American Gods and Anansi Boys and I am over the moon about it. I love Neil Gaiman. The kid always gets me leather bound editions of my favorites that I have digitally, but treasure more than I ever did all those paperbacks I held on to all those years. Banner Christmas if you ask me.

When I was a young woman I loved the Holidays. I was excited from Thanksgiving on, all the cooking and baking and decorating. Now, well into middle-age, I could do with a vacation this time of year, away from all of the shopping and madness surrounding the holiday season. In between posts of manic Christmas Cheer and phone numbers for suicide hotlines, there is me.

I keep thinking, perhaps when the grandkids are a little older I'll get that feeling back. Maybe next year, and each year my apathy grows until I am sat at my computer looking up holiday bookings for Yellowstone Park next Christmas. I am determined to whisk my husband away and go look for wolves and get away from everything that drives me batty this time of year.

I remain at a loss at what to get most people. My #2 son is great. He posts online things he wants. People ask me what I want but telling a struggling young adult that all you really want for Christmas is not to have to cook for anyone comes out all wrong. Quite honestly, if it were left up to me, I'd fix myself a ham sandwich and be done with it, either reading or watching TV movies all day.

As I grow older I realize that I've begun to really resent the expectations of those closest to me at this time of year. As if, I don't do these things, they can't be happy. Their happiness makes me happy, so I do them. But, here's the deal, they really don't care about my happiness. Well, my husband does. He asked me last night what I really wanted for Christmas, and I told him I wanted to be left alone with no one expecting anything from me for one day. It floored him.

I want one freakin' day a year where I don't have to plan dinner, prepare it, cook it, serve it. I want one day where no one asks me if I know where X is, or what they managed to do with their keys/wallet/phone.

It's so bad I've gotten to the point where I am liable to punch the next moron who asks me when dinner will be ready.

My husband, God Bless his little heart, wakes up and immediately begins haranguing me about breakfast. WTF? So I told him to fix it himself, only he can't even manage that, because it's baking, basically heating up chilled cinnamon rolls, but NO! He can't just reach into the cupboard and pick out the pan I always use for this that is right there, in front on the right hand side... he's got to completely discombobulate my arranged baking dishes because he CAN'T FLIPPIN' LISTEN TO ME.

Then the boys at 8 AM, "When are we eating?" When you learn how to feed yourselves you blasted fledglings.

#2 son is the only keeper. He faithfully remembers Mother's Day, my Birthday, Christmas. And, furthermore, he ALWAYS gets me gifts I love, leather bound books, anything Wonder Woman. But, he's a moody git, so it's iffy.

The others just sit back and expect to be served.

This next year is going to be fun.
Severinehttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-31215085.post-53719827553605019942016-12-20T18:15:00.000-06:002016-12-20T18:15:03.137-06:00Prescience

The reporters who came to the press conference in the office of the John Galt Line were young men who had been trained to think that their job consisted of concealing from the world the nature of its events. It was their daily duty to serve as audience for some public figure who made utterances about the public good, in phrases carefully chosen to convey no meaning. It was their daily job to sling words together in any combination they pleased, so long as the words did not fall into a sequence saying something specific. - Atlas Shrugged Page 243-244

The above paragraph is taken from Atlas Shrugged which was published in 1957 by Ayn Rand. It took her 12 years to write. There is no more prescient scene in this book than the one above, at a press conference given by Dagny Taggart at the opening of her John Galt Line.

It reminds me of today's press corp. Think about how they fawned all over Hillary and Obama, and yet seemed absolutely baffled by Donald Trump, especially when he called them on their bullshit.
Severinehttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-31215085.post-7636768248409385892016-12-13T18:18:00.001-06:002016-12-13T18:18:22.748-06:00An Open Post-Election Letter
I've spent almost the entire past week in bed with the nastiest cold in existence, and I've been forced, by boredom, to watch TV, and read a lot of what's on the Intarweb tubes. I've finally had enough. I hope that enough of you read this and pass it around, because I think I speak for a lot of people when I tell the Democrats, to STFU.

I'm going to be blunt, and for my Liberal pals, I will ask you to look away, not read any further, because I take no pains to hide my disdain for your policies or politicians at this point. I'm fed up.

You lost the election. There is no version of this story where Hillary magically wins and rides into the White House on a Unicorn. You lost, and you lost big.

I've stood by, for the past sixteen years while our political "betters" have watched us all swirl the bowl and not give a damn because, who the hell are we to them? Nobody. We are no one to anyone in DC. Let that be the most important lesson you read here.

Now, I will be brutal. You did not lose because Russians hacked the voting machines or because of Wikileaks (although, God love him, Julian Assange let those of us who hate these people put instance to accusation) or because the machines counted wrong. There is no proof of any of the accusations that you make, forcing everyone who views your rioting, your whining, your shakening, and your inability to deal with reality, question whether we really should provide resources to keep you alive. I'm in the No Camp right now and none of you are swaying me. At all.

I'm going to save you all a lot of time and money, if you listen to me. The reason WHY YOU LOST THE ELECTION is actually quite simple. Nobody who voted for Trump likes your politics or your policies. Put simply, we're not into you. Again, At All.

Simply put, we have been lied to and about too long and we're sick and tired of it. We're mad as hell and we're not putting up with it anymore. We're just not.

So sit back, grab a Xanax, phone your analyst and experience the fact that no one cares how you feel About anything. At All. We don't care that you're upset about losing. Perhaps you should blame your parents for that. They never let you experience loss, so you have no idea how to deal with it. That's OK, I've already got a list of parents in my school district that all deserve a really good slap.

So shut up with your insipid theories and crying in desperation to somehow make the reality you want the reality that is. Accept what is real. Because, at the end of the day, no one gives a flying fuck on a rolling donut about your feels.
Severinehttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-31215085.post-36252912674823841922016-11-22T14:23:00.001-06:002016-11-22T14:23:20.776-06:00Parenting Fail!

I saw the meme above today and I laughed. I laughed until I sat up in my chair and stopped, and then said, "Oh!"

My reaction was due to realizing after the initial funny HA HA moment, was that those "parents" hadn't parented, they'd been the buddy, the pal, of their child. That is possibly the most wrong thing you can do to your child. Ever. On any level.

Children need love, they need boundaries, they need rules. In short, they need parents, not friends. They've got plenty of those at school.

I've told my children no, spanked them, put them in corners, sent them to their rooms until I could cool down, so they could cool down. I've removed every enjoyable object from their rooms. I've listened to my daughter sing her litany of hate to me from the corner, the only punishment that ever worked for her. I have four children, and discipline was geared towards what worked for them, not a one-size-fits-all mindset. My youngest daughter died every time we took her social life away. My boys absolutely hated being sent to their rooms that were devoid of toys, video games, comic books, but full of Mark Twain and other stories, I felt it was healthy for their souls to read.

I have four millennials, and yet, none of them act like the Precious Snowflakes running our college campi in this nation and in Europe. I think, I'm not sure, but one of them voted for Trump. So he says. I wrote in a name. The other voted Libertarian I think. (I'm more proud of that than anyone could know.)

They are all ashamed of their contemporaries. They are aghast and frankly. befuddled by their friends. Only two of them have gotten any college educating, the others worked their asses off at their respective jobs and are highly successful at what they do. But they look at people their age and they shake their heads. Most of their friends, frankly shake theirs as well. It's as if they witness these people, recognize that they are in that age group, but realize that is where any and all comparisons end. They are part of the millennial generation, but they are not of it. They simply don't have the bubble wrap, impenetrable barrier that these kids have wrapped around them, so sure they're right, and yet so wholly ignorant of just exactly how stupid they really are.

Last year when Safe Spaces were first thrown out there, my boys, who have both been to college groaned and said they wouldn't be going back anytime soon because of that BS. They hadn't fought for these little idiots to deny reality, they had fought for the Free Speech Zone known as the United States of America.

My daughters unmercifully mocked their peers. My sons rolled their eyes and asked my why I had to birth them during the Millennial phase. Like I had anything to do with that. None of my kids act like these brats do. Personally, if I looked at the TV and saw my kid, at college on my dime, acting like that? I'd go to the campus, find him, beat him in front of God and everybody, then drag him home and refuse to pay for anything more. He'd have to get a job and dig ditches until he's earned or learned enough to move on.

Perhaps many parents should be considering that option for their precious snowflakes.
Severinehttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-31215085.post-29297401912104879012016-11-17T11:16:00.000-06:002016-11-17T11:16:01.455-06:00Miscellaneous Bitchery
I've been in a mood for a couple of months now, since I lost the keys to my bike and have jumped through so many hoops to try to avoid having a locksmith come to my house and re-key me. So today, I finally broke down and did it, because I am to the point of committing murders of the Y Chromosomes that live within arms length. I am now the happiest of campers except...

I had planned on going and doing grocery shopping early this morning but things went so long in bill paying, correspondence and home visits that I must now wait for others who demand my times today, to get that shopping done. I will just go do it later tonight before the store closes. I would be happy, but once dinner is done, I like to settle in and read or go over the day's writing. I'll be okay I'll get by, except...

I have to wait tomorrow morning as well for the key guy, because he might not make it until tomorrow. Yeah, I'm still happy except...

I have to babysit my grandkids tomorrow, which is my happy zone. Nothing messes with my happy zone. I live for my time with them because it's such a happy time. Except...

The kids go for their shots tomorrow morning, so take two shirts because Little Auggie tends to spit up a lot when he's having a bad day.

Well, that's why they invented Infant Tylenol.

Thanksgiving is in a week and we've decided to have just a small, family at the house thing. We'll do one turkey and take dinner to my in-laws across the street. I'd love for all of us to eat together but there is no room here and I absolutely refuse to have my in-laws clean up after a family dinner. I still have to make pies and all of that, so really, just a smaller dinner does not make a bit of difference to me. Will I receive any help from the Y Chromosomes this year? Hell no. "You're not frying a turkey, so it's TV and YouTube for me!"

So, now I'm looking at Christmas presents and thinking, yeah, no help guys.
Severinehttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-31215085.post-80823379947689585182016-11-13T13:59:00.000-06:002016-11-13T13:59:31.263-06:00On Tolerance
This is my love letter to Leftists after Donald Trump's victory last Tuesday. Beware, salty language follows.

Dear Leftists,

Hi, Take a break from your eternal butt-hurt, tantrum throwing, and just overall immaturity. Take a deep breath. Momma's gonna lay some truth down on you.

You suck. You really do. And nobody outside your bubbles likes or agrees with you. I think the election results clearly show that if we could legally shoot you into space without benefit of life support on a trajectory for the sun, we would. Like yesterday.

You have spent the past eight years calling me racist, homophobic, misogynistic (that one may well be true, but it's feminism's fault), Islamophobic (which isn't even a real thing), bigoted, Nazi, climate denier, hateful, violent and a whole bunch of other terms that you most likely failed to identify on your SAT.

In the past year I've seen you tell Black they are too stupid to figure out how to get an ID, refuse to defend gays that were shot by a maniac, self-hating Islamofascist at a nightclub, turn your back on women raped and groped by a former president, pour more hate and ire on to white males than any other demographic on this planet, and call yourselves Tolerant.

Tolerate this, Snowflake. When you tell anyone that they can't do anything without your largess, you are disenfranchising them and removing from them all moral agency. Tolerate the fact that each time you were given a trophy for showing up, a Kindergarten graduation party, you made your own hell that told you just being you was enough and you would never have to work for anything. And, I certainly hope that you can tolerate all the disapprobation and hate coming down the pike at you is your own fault. You caused this, not anyone else. All by yourself, too.

The backlash has already started at some colleges. They're removing free speech zones, seeing that, thanks to the pesky First Amendment you all hate so much, puts the whole of America as a Free Speech zone. The fact that you don't recognize your desire to shut down speech you don't like as fascist is amazing to me. Totalitarian much? Freakin' babies.

And please, recognize that your desire not to hear or see anything you disagree with played out within the mainstream media. New media wiped their butts all over the place election night because people are sick and tired of being lied to so that no one can harsh your sensibilities.

Your protests, demanding they put Hillary in office just because you don't like who won are possibly the most idiotic things I've ever seen. Your threats, your violence, your abject refusal to accept reality show that you clearly should not be allowed to vote until you can prove you have read and understand the Constitution, especially the section that explains the Electoral College and the Federalist Papers that explain why we do it that way. You stupid cunts. And, I mean that in the best possible way.

I watched my two year old granddaughter have a meltdown when she was told no by her mother. She cried, she screamed, she pitched a fit. My daughter ignored her, continued to deny her what she wanted, and in a few minutes she figured out she wasn't getting what she wanted and went on to what she could have. She settled.

Yes, a two year old can accept reality. A Twenty-two year old cannot. Your parents must be so proud. I can only imagine how proudly they display all of your participation trophies from your years of trying and failing at everything you ever attempted, because you really didn't need to try, you just needed to show up and stand around. Oh, wait, I get the protest thing now. You think you'll get a participation trophy for having voted even though your candidate lost. Well, bless your little hearts. Aren't you just a special kind of stupid.

Quit college, get a job picking up trash, digging ditches, scraping up dead animals off the road. Honestly, I still don't think you're qualified for those jobs and besides, you'd break a nail or get your hands dirty.

You are nothing more than spoiled, entitled brats whose parents should be ashamed for supporting you in any way whatsoever. Personally, if one of my kids acted like you I'd slap the crap out of them. But, none of them are like you. Why? Because we protested the participation trophy, we made them work hard for things they wanted and showed them practice will get you the real trophies. None of my kids has a college degree and yet they are light years more intelligent than any of your Precious Little Snowflakes. They understand how the process works and why this election was so important. You don't get it. You just want the assurance that someone will still be there to change your diaper and make sure you're tucked in at night.

You should be ashamed of yourselves. I know it's an unfamiliar word, and you really should look it up, then apply that emotion to yourself. You're a waste of resources as you are.
Severinehttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-31215085.post-73746197397383282462016-11-10T19:12:00.000-06:002016-11-10T19:12:26.833-06:00Dancing Through the Aftermath
I am a political animal, but even I am relieved to have this electoral season over with. Hillary didn't win, and that;s all I was really asking for this year. I celebrate, I gloat a little and then I realize there is still so much more to be done before I can rest.

My son spent yesterday bathing in Liberal Tears. I spent the day feasting on Media broken dreams. I've worked too damned long to not enjoy the hell out of that. Watching their faces as they realized Trump had clinched it, while on camera... Well, it was priceless and worth everything I've worked for since the Bork nomination to the Supreme Court.

The one thing that I find hilarious is that the same people who were hating on Trump for refusing to concede the race in the third debate, are the same ones who are now mad at him for winning and thwarting all of their plans to gloat to all the right-wingers. The funniest response I read to all of this suddenly patriotic dissent was a joke headline about calming protestors by handing out participation trophies.

But it hit at a nerve. These millennials are all products of the participation trophy system where you get a parade just for showing up. They have never had to deal with loss, so being on the losing side of a presidential election throws them into tizzy territory where they just melt down like a four year old child being told no at the checkout. I seriously want to slap them. As a parent of grown children who are looking at their peers in horror, I want to strangle their parents.

They are tweeting death threats to Trump and most will be very horrified when the Secret Service shows up on their doorstep, or rather their parent's doorstep to have a serious talk to them about threatening a President or President Elect. No, they won't think it's a joke. However, I recommend chocolate chip cookies with the coffee you offer them. It worked well for the guys who showed up when I threatened to show up to W's ranch and aggressively negotiate with Cindy Sheehan, and the other guys who came when I suggested Eric Holder suck start a shotgun from Fast and Furious preferred snickerdoodles, but loved my chickory coffee.

My children are millennials and I can honestly say that if any of them were acting like the kids I'm seeing in news stories, I would hunt them down, then hurt them badly for acting like spoiled brats in full public view. I don't care how grown you are, I will kick your ass for not representing that you were raised better. None of my four children are acting like this and are, in fact, making fun of their peers who are acting like this. None of them have finished college. They all work, they are starting families and have something called responsibilities. I think my eldest was the only one to vote Trump, though. Like many, he voted for the lesser of two evils. I wrote in a candidate, then totally lied to the exit poller. I wanted to make sure the 2% margin was kept in our precinct so we wouldn't require a recount in the event the race was contested.

I'm enjoying my few days of dancing and then I'll get back to doing what I do to bring down the political media complex. I've spent today watching the reactions and things I didn't get to see Wednesday because I was concentrating on enjoying my grandchildren. I will enjoy them again tomorrow and get back to work writing. I'll keep busy and not have time to gloat too much. Mainly because I don't wan to.

I spent days moping over the first time Obama was elected and his re-election had me shell shocked. But I did not despair. I never give up hope. I do know I could not have borne more years of the same or worse than Obama. The country would not have survived, nor would Western Civilization. That's why there is so much work to do. We need to take back education. We MUST drain the swamp that is DC, term limits, repeal Obamacare, and set firm term limits, repeal the progressive amendments... the list is long because they've had over 100 years to ruin it while most of us turned a blind eye.

So, whichever side you're one, suck it up and get back to work. We've got 100 years of damage to try to clear up in four years.
Severinehttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-31215085.post-75701939734665644162016-11-06T13:23:00.000-06:002016-11-06T13:23:11.852-06:00Crossing The Rubicon
I've always liked the phrase, "crossing the Rubicon". Until a few years ago, I didn't fully understand what it meant other than in the context of what I heard or read. You can look it up here.

When Julius Caesar was returning from his wars in Gaul and Briton the Senate, fearing an overthrow of their power told him that he could not cross into Rome proper (South of the Rubicon) but must bide his time in Cisalpine (North of the Rubicon). Julius Caesar, knowing what he was about, crossed anyway and said, "alea iacta est" or "The die is cast". Indicating that this was no accident, no misunderstanding of orders, this was a conscious move on his part to take over Rome.

We've all had to read Julius Caesar in school, we all know what happened because of this decision, and how it set up the Empire for centuries to come. It took a long while for it to fully bloom, but bloom it did. And we must keep this in mind with our election just two days away.

We sit on our own sides of the Rubicon, waiting to see what happens, and then going with whatever side wins. That is most people. Be honest, most people are spineless. They go with the flow, live and let live, and all that moderate panty-waist crap they use to justify their actions.

I would rather effect change rather than sit around and let it happen around me. I've worked very hard to get us to today. Much of that stems from the fact that panty-waists are horrified by what's been going on in politics and media, but they can't be horrified enough to actually do anything about it.

It's a well known fact that most think I am a misanthrope and they would not be wrong. I despise most of the other humans on the planet with me, and see no reason for your continued existence. You all like to think that you would step up to do the right thing, yet, when presented with that choice, you mewl, whine and slink back under your rocks crying about how it's not up to you, that you can't decide these things. You want all the glory of living with none of the responsibility.

So we sit with a woman, on one side who is shown to be more horrific, more corrupt, more terrible than anyone since Pol Pot. Godwin's Law forgive me, but honestly, the last person this horrible was really Hitler, but I get the feeling that Hillary would make him look like a piker. She would eliminate her political enemies with the ruthlessness of Stalin. She is so foul that it looks like her Foundation was part of a ring that gathered up children in Haiti and sold them into slavery. No, there is actual proof of that, and her husband went to Haiti to defend them.

Sexual slavery or labor slavery, it's all the same despicable practice. The woman is a horror show of depravity and malice.

And yet, she has people defending her. People in politics and the media. I blame the media the worst. We would all like to think that all reporters are as brave as Woodward and Bernstein were in reporting the Watergate crap. But we forget that even Woodward and Bernstein are no longer as brave as Woodward and Bernstein were. They go to their elite cocktail, beltway parties, and dinners and forget they are supposed to report what they see. Yes, everyone has their own biases, their own prejudices, but reporters, as part of the 4th estate are sworn to report exactly what they see. Their ideology left at the door, their feels completely disregarded. And yet, twits like Maggie Haberman, who should have known better, sold her soul to be part of the inner circle so she could get access to things we now know she should have never approached.

The thing that shocks me most about all of this is the total lack of self-awareness by everyone involved. They all have their hands out in their elitist circle jerk thinking that they've got the other guy rubbing one out for them, without ever thinking they're doing it for someone else.

Dear Fourth Estate, I hate all of you, without exception. You are what is wrong with us now because you refused to report what you saw and what was true. This all goes back to Reagan, and then your bias showed very clearly during the Bork and Clarence Thomas Senate hearings. Remember when you guys said you'd Bork him as well? So intellectually dishonest. Parasitic morons, that's all you are.

So, I sit on the side of the Rubicon I've been told not to be on. And I will be fighting as I always have. I will sit in the dark places I've had to dwell to find out what's truly going on because journalists were too busy trying to keep their dinner party invitations. I have had to view and describe the things I've seen. Hey, guess what? I managed to box away my feels while I did it, too. So I know it can be done.

I hate our press and the people who defend them for making me see things I cannot unsee, yet could not ignore, because it was freakin important to see it and report on what I saw, like it or not. I now have parts of my soul permanently rotted because I had to read some of the most boring shit ever just to glean one clue so I could move on to the next. With that said, there is nothing more boring than a committee meeting or the emails stemming from them. But, I did this because you wouldn't. I was reporting back to family in Europe about the mohammedan rapes all over because European journalists wouldn't or weren't allowed. I had to dig into places I never wanted to know existed. ALL BECAUSE YOU WOULDN'T. I hope all of you rot in hell for this.

I'm sitting here, waiting for others to catch up to me so we can continue our fight to keep honesty flowing to the people of the world, not just the elites who use it to protect their seats of power and backroom dealings.

We'll see, Wednesday morning whether I continue fighting on, almost alone, with few allies, and fewer that I truly trust, or people join us in this war we've waged for decades because no one wanted to see or know what was right in front of them.

So, go vote, if you feel you should. If you can only spout party ideology or just want a vagina sitting in the oval office, it might be a better choice to stay home with your drool cup. Because this is our last chance. The last available opportunity we have at turning this shit show around before we go over the cliff and America is gone forever and we have no where free to go.
Severinehttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-31215085.post-83918142871471094462016-10-04T14:34:00.000-05:002016-10-04T14:34:19.864-05:00On Motherhood
My oldest daughter is expecting her first child. Her younger sister already has two, so you think I we would be sanguine, even bored, with the thought of another grandchild. You would be so far from the truth as to be kissing the other end of the universe. We love our kids so much that the thought of them reproducing makes us very happy, and not for the parental curse of having one just like them, either.

My husband fairly danced across the house when we learned she was pregnant. I was overjoyed. Each new life in our family is a celebration to all of us and loved from the moment we are aware of its existence. Our granddaughter and grandson are the lights of our lives. I miss them the moment I leave them and cannot wait until I can go see them again. I am so proud of my daughters.

I like to text with my daughter as often as she'll let me. I'm not your typical mom. My children were raised by me, however, they are adults with their own lives to live and I leave them to it. I've never been what you could call a Blackhawk or Tiger Mom. Why? Because my job is to raise them, not befriend them until they reach an age of reason, and then I'll decide whether or not I did my job correctly. If no one is actively seeking out one of my children because I raised the biggest asshole on the planet, Mission Accomplished. Right?

I have always approached parenting from a different perspective than most people, I think. It wasn't a path I consciously or willingly tread, it was forced on me and I tried to make the best of a bad situation. My ex, the genetic donor to my four children wanted to be Uncle Daddy. He would teach them sports and tae kwon do and working out, but he didn't want to help raise of discipline them. That was ALWAYS left to me. So I decided, in the wish to retain my sanity as an individual, that I needed a degree of separation so that I could survive raising them.

Here is the best illustration of that point. My two boys had played sports, baseball, football and basketball and were taking tae kwon do when my oldest daughter wanted to play T-Ball, like her brothers had done. The team she was put on had a lot of mothers who were in the league for the first time. This was hardly my first rodeo and apparently, it showed. I didn't order a team t-shirt with "Marie's Mom!" on it. In fact, I did not order a t-shirt at all. I already had other from years past. My kids were never on the same team two years in a row and I didn't need any more team T-shirts. The team mom (I was on the Little League Board and felt no compulsion to be any further involved) was very upset that I wasn't getting a t-shirt then tried to shame me because I did not want to announce to the world that I was Marie's mom. I told her that I was more than someone's mom, wife, sister, daughter, whatever. She just stared at me. The stupid bitch could not imagine defining a personality outside the carefully constructed walls she'd build to enclose her world.

Not many people understand this story. Not even mothers who refuse to suborn their lives to their children's. Women who subsume their entire identity to their children and who drawn themselves in being someone's mommy is nowhere more evident than Freshman Orientation at colleges. Recently, a friend took her daughter for her Orientation and to sign up for classes at the college she'd chosen. My friend is a psychologist, so observing people is sort of her thing. When they took the kids to go sign up for classes and parents were not allowed to accompany them, several women were outraged. One student had a break with reality because they could not make any decision without their mother right next to them telling them what to do.

Oh, yes, I so want to cripple my child like that.

My daughter told me last night that she was being told so many things by so many different women. She had just come back from a trip to Trinidad to visit her fiance's family and they told her she should just kill her baby now because it would be born retarded. WT actual F??? Who the fuck believes bullshit like that much less tells another person?

She told me she doesn't want her life to become her kid. She is a person besides being a mother. She doesn't want her kids wholly dependent on her once she's raised them.

These are words I've been saying for three decades now. Since 1986 when I had my first.

It is important to raise people who will be useful in this world. It is important to raise people you like being around or family dinners are awkward.

Mother your children. Love them, teach them, discipline them as you will. Raise them to be people you're proud of, fledglings who can leave the nest. Raise children you are happy to see every day. Raise beings who bring you and others joy with there mere existence. But also, learn from them and when they leave you, have your own life. If you don't you will be like so many women I've witnessed in my life, who break down, do incredibly stupid things, once that child they hinged their entire personality on is gone and frankly, doesn't want clingy mommy around at all.

I know my daughter will love her child fiercely, because that is how she loves. Her child will probably never know the nights their mother paces the floor, worried about this or that, but making it her problem, not her child's problem. I worried about them doing well in school, in life. I worried about their friends, their health and the whole myriad problems that motherhood throws at you, but I also had to take a step back and realize, some things they had to figure out for themselves.

When my eldest was 14 he said he wanted to enlist in the service. He wasn't exact, but we had assumed the Army since his grandfather and uncle had served in that branch. On his 18th birthday he came home and woke us up and said he'd signed with The Marines, the branch in which his step-father had served. This was in 2004 when we were well involved in the second Gulf War. We all knew that regardless of his MOS, he would be sent to the war zone. He chose to go infantry, and although we were disappointed as he'd tested in other areas that wouldn't require him on the front lines and offered more opportunities after his enlistment, we had to let him roll with his decision. He spent most of his enlistment on two tours of Iraq.

His brother followed him two years later. He, too, chose the infantry. He only had one tour in Iraq, but, as with his brother, I worried. I walked the floors some nights because I was terrified for them both. I have one picture of both of them together in uniform. A friend took it while they were in Kuwait. My eldest on his way out of his second tour and his brother on his way in for his first. I treasure that picture, because when they sent it to me, it gave me hope that they would both come home whole. I've kept it on my desk, my mantle, and I keep copies on every electronic device I have and store it on several clouds. It is proof to me that I accomplished my goal of raising two individuals who have seen hell and made it back, on their own. On. Their. Own.

I wasn't there to hold their hand and tell them everything would be alright. I raised children who grew up to know they could do it on their own, who were not afraid to try new things, all by themselves. they constantly disagree with me, get mad, but they also bring me such joy with such actions because I know that they feel secure in their own opinions that they have made based on their own experiences that they have the confidence to disagree with me. I don't dance with joy, especially when I know they are dead wrong, but I realize it's another truth they have to discover on their own. I love them and I am proud of them individually for things they have done and personality traits they each have that they do not share with a sibling.

In a way I feel like my generation has groundswelled this whole overparenting crap. When we were 18 we were unceremoniously dumped out of the house and into life or college or the military. And, in typical human fashion, we wanted better for our kids and decided to make home a comfy spot where our kids could feel safe. That's all well and good, but it's gotten too comfy. Why would kids ever leave the sheltering safety of parental care if they didn't have to? It's a lesson my two oldest children are about to learn. BTW, Boomerangs are nearly impossible to relaunch.

We all have our failures as parents. Good Lord, if I wrote down all of mine it would outstrip War & Peace as the longest, most boring read ever. But, for most of it, when we fail it's from an overabundance of care and love of our children. But, they are their own people, and we have to let them be that while we remain our own people. Be yourself, not an adjunct of someone else.
Severinehttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-31215085.post-41958434545955303452016-08-23T12:46:00.001-05:002016-08-23T12:46:55.381-05:00No Woman Is Quite An Island
I just got off the phone with a friend of mine. She and another dear friend make up our little triumvirate of insanity that is friendship as mature women. We've been friends since we were in Junior High, as they called it back then. They are both the dearest people outside my family, and I would easily drop anything, no matter the importance to go to them in a time of need.

They are people I think of daily, and yet we actually touch base a few times a year, but it's always as if we'd never been apart. The memories of some of the things we've managed to get up to since we were girls are legion. Not a word until the statute of limitations is up on some of them.

Today, one of them called me to let me know that her breast cancer had returned and that she would be undergoing a mastectomy after her last round of chemo was finished. Nuking it from orbit, just to make sure. I'll be honest, the minute she told me, everything stopped and solutions began running through my mind, but first and foremost was, once more, she's waited until AFTER to tell me. But, this is so HER that I'm not truly hurt by it. She's so stoic, so determined to handle things on her own that I have to stand in awe of her strength.

I'm so afraid of losing my friend that my brain does not want to work rationally, logically. Which, right there, should tell you the depth of my love for her. I want to fix it for her, make it all better, so we can get on with our friendship without worry. My two friends are my touchstones, and I don't know if they realize the degree to which I lean heavily on their friendship to get me through some days.

Our other friend, has recently lost a long-time significant other with whom she'd had an on and off relationship for the past twenty some odd years. I've only met him a few times, but I liked him, even if I wasn't entirely sure that he was right for her. I liked that the relationship brought her happiness and his death has hit her hard. This hurt that this was the first I was hearing about it, but again, that is just so... HER.

I know that my friend called me because she was feeling bad, due to chemo and needed to hear something good happening somewhere to someone she loved. I am happy to have been of service. My life is honestly and truly blessed. I have a new grandchild due any day now, and the future looks happy for me and mine. Don't get me wrong, I don't feel bad or guilty because my life is looking good, right now, and hopefully, my friends, who are hurting right now, can gain some comfort from at least one of us doing well right now. Who knows what tomorrow will bring? Tomorrow I may need good news from them to help me make it through the next day.

And I just realized that is a trait shared between the three of us, aside from a deep desire to buy a cul-de-sac and ride around on giant big wheels, we are strong women, who prefer to do our suffering in silence, of soldiering through, of being the one that is there for others. I love them all the more for being strong, but I wish they would lean on me when they need to. I will always be there for them, even to the point of having to bring my neurotic rescue mutt along if I need to be away for a long time. (Big joke, we all bring our animals with us when we visit each other).

As I think about this I think that John Donne got it a little right when her said:

Any man's death diminishes me,

because I am involved in mankind;

Any hurt my friends experiences me diminishes me because I hurt for them when they hurt. I have an overwhelming desire to make it better because I know that by the time they are talking to me about it, it's hurting pretty damned bad and they can no longer carry that weight by themselves. I am only happy in the sense that I can help them carry that weight when they can't do it alone. So my fear of the loss of my friend is real, for I know it will diminish me in a way that can never, ever be fixed, healed or repaired.

They are that dear to me.

Please God, let them continue to do so for a very, very long time. Lord, hear our prayer.
Severinehttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-31215085.post-41484083433653163022016-07-30T19:58:00.000-05:002016-07-30T19:58:02.404-05:00Requiem For A Good Man
I went to my daughter's baby shower today. It was great, food, fun and family. I left feeling pretty good and happy. Both of my daughters were there along with my granddaughter. Sort of a girl day for all of us.

I got home and had just come inside and my phone started ringing. It rarely rings any more now that Time Warner showed me how to block a good many sales and pollster calls. I saw it was my mother and I picked it up. She told me that my grandfather who was 99 years old had died in his sleep earlier today. She then called me seven more times to tell me because her dementia is so bad she couldn't remember after that emotional shock. I finally told her to write it down next to her phone because I was busy processing so much anger and I didn't want to take it out on her, even though she's the cause of all that anger. Simply put, it's too late because her mind can no longer make the connections necessary to accept that I mourned the man decades ago when she cut him out of our lives.

So she's going to have to forgive me if I'm not all choked up and bawling my eyes out because Papa is dead.

The last time I saw my grandfather was shortly before my grandmother died. I never saw him again after that. Not once, never even heard from him again. Not one time.

My youngest daughter was doing an essay on World War 2 and she spoke with him on the phone briefly, but his mind was already going with senility by that time that I didn't even get a chance to talk to him.

My earliest memories of my Papa are of snow and snowmobiles in the Idaho wilds. As a child, I was terrified of loud noises, but the snowmobiles were fine because Papa would keep me safe. He's the man who helped me learn to ski, to ice skate, to fire a rifle, to catch a fish and clean it for dinner. He was in the Air Force, stationed at Gowan Field, at that time just outside Boise, ID. I remember being so proud of seeing him in his uniform. We were very close until I was 9 and my cousin Matthew was born. Then my sister and I ceased to exist and my cousin, Rachel, was only endured because she was his sister. That was also the year my mother began moving us around from pillar to post, Idaho to California to Wyoming and eventually Texas. We rarely saw my grandparents unless it was summer and we were sent off because, Parenting? That's for other people. My mother used to send us off for the entire summer, bringing us back just before school started, but my step-dad put a stop to that and we were gone for a month, then back so we could spent time being with our friends and playing in the pool, like normal kids.

My grandfather would take us up to the lake house at McCall and we would fish and swim and leave strings all over his wall to wall carpeting from our cut offs. The 70s were rough on fashion and a nightmare for my neatnik grandfather. The last summer I spent up there was in 1979. I was about to start high school and thought I was all grown up and worldly, because I'd been all over the US and had "seen things" as I told my cousins.

My grandparents came to visit us in Texas a few times, most notably, the Christmas before I gave birth to my eldest. At that point, the breech was so wide that there was a great gulf fixed and we couldn't find a way over it or around it. I didn't care, because I had mourned the loss of my grandfather a long time before, so the disconnect at that point was almost a formality. My mother had worked very hard to make that so, and she lied to us so badly about her parents that I will never know the truth of things and there is nobody left alive who can tell me.

I know, because I asked, that my grandfather was from Ohio and he was a moonshine runner up there during Prohibition and in Kentucky before the War and he joined the Army Air Corps. He was shot down over Anzio, came home in time to make my mother, then was off again until he came home in 1946. Then he spent years moving all over the country as a warrant officer in the air force. He retired in the late 70's, built a second home and he had made a very nice life. He had worked hard and had a very nice estate.

My mother and aunt were vultures my entire life. It's possibly the best explanation I have for why I despise them both. I heard the sentence, "When my dad dies..." out of their mouths too often as a young girl to trust either one of them for a second. They spent their entire lives waiting for their dad to die so they could spend HIS money that HE made working his ass off.

They used to winter down in South Padre, my grandparents did. I went down there once to visit them. It was a short weekend trip that I could ill afford, but I took it because I wanted to see them. My grandfather and I took a long walk on the beach and we discussed my mother. For the first time in my life I spoke honestly about her to someone in the family, having always been cautioned to never tell anyone in the family about what went on in our home. My mom loved pot after she divorced my dad and had announced our house as a crash pad for all the hippies coming through.

I asked my grandfather, point blank, WTF was wrong with the woman who'd given birth to me? He told me that my mother had a great hole in her that nothing would fill. She had gotten polio when she was 9 and could never go back to being normal or the loss of the attention once all the braces were gone and crutches put away. She missed the attention and special concessions she received as "The Cripple". Her term. She refers to herself as a cripple. She pretended to have MS for decades, when that's not how that disease works. She's lied to every doctors she's ever been to. She so badly wants to be "The Cripple" again, but even now that she is genuinely crippled, it's not enough for her.

He started to speak of inheritance and I stopped him, telling him I had no right to the money he'd worked for. I told him to live long and spend it all on hats if he wanted, but I didn't want it, and no one else deserved it. You see, I knew from reading books and watching movies that family vultures were considered an over the top depiction, but in my family it was true. My mother, her sister, my cousin? All of them circled around him for years waiting for him to kick off so they could spend his money that he worked to earn for years. If I never hear, "When Dad dies..." one more time it will be too soon. Once my aunt took over the living trust we stopped getting our trust fund checks. I never counted on them, so it was no loss to me. But the reason why made me irate. To me it was a reminder that my grandfather was still alive and out there thinking about us.

It's telling that when I sat the kids down and told them this afternoon, they were surprised to find he was still alive. They didn't know him and he didn't know them. It is what it is. Nobody's life was lessened by not knowing.

So I hope he did manage to spend it all on that home he was in the past few years. I hope he leaves nothing at all the his children who were the biggest ingrates I've ever witnessed in my life and had no care that we might have loved them. He was a good man and deserved better that the children he got. I hope he did buy hats.
Severinehttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-31215085.post-5711582530638570762016-07-27T09:47:00.000-05:002016-07-27T09:47:23.093-05:00So, About Those DNC Delegates...
The DNC was this week and frankly I watched because I always watch the opposition and because I have morbid curiosity the same as everyone else. And then on the first night, the youngest and oldest delegates came out on stage to say the pledge (which they got wrong). I wasn't proud to see a 17 year old Texas girl on stage, I was more in a state of shock. Not because she was Hispanic? WTF does that mean in these days of obviously rigged elections and no one doing a damned thing about it?

No, I was in shock because the girl was 17 and would have her 18th birthday just a few short days before the November elections when she would legally be able to vote. Let that sink in a moment. For those of you who know the party ways, she cannot vote until November when she turns 18 IN TEXAS. I have been attempting to find the DNC rules on how their process works, but the fact remains, a young girl who cannot yet vote was allowed to go to Philadelphia and be a Bernie delegate despite the fact that she cannot legally vote yet. Was not allowed to vote in the Texas primary because you have to be 18 to vote in the primary, for both parties. It's a state law. It doesn't matter that you will be of age to vote by the time the general rolls around, you cannot vote in Texas unless you are 18 years of age, period. In any election, period.

I began nosing around and there are stories galore about Clarissa Rodriguez, 17 year old high school student. In this article the writer never once addresses how she's there at all, not being able to vote and all. In fact, Torey van Oot doesn't even touch on the age thing and fawns all over the young girl. She doesn't ask where she's from, about her parents. It was all "OMG! I can't believe we're both here, girl! Bernie? I know, right?" If Ms. van Oot knew a damned thing about reporting, and let's face it, Refinery 29 is not exactly a journalistic power house, she would have asked Clarissa how she really got to be there.

Okay, so now we get into the boring weeds about rules for parties, primaries and how delegates are chosen in Texas. For both parties you must be 18 at the time of the election to vote in a primary. You must vote in the primary to attend the primary convention, and the county convention where you can nominate yourself to be a delegate to the state convention. Happens every 2 years. I've been a precinct chair and nominated to the State Convention so I know how this all works. Each county has a number they have to send to the convention and it's rare all of those seats are filled. I know, because I didn't go this year. I had a medical procedure done that day, and could have easily gone in late, but frankly, I couldn't be arsed by that point.

Delegates are chosen BEFORE the primary election. Did you know that? So Clarissa would have had to be made a delegate about a year or two ago. Think about that. She would have been 15 or 16 then. Are you still with me? Before she was even aware of Bernie Sanders she was made a delegate. I don't know how it goes in the DNC but the GOP delegate position it's all the Aristocracy of Pull. I wouldn't participate in that game.

I have tried reaching out to the folks I know in the DNC here in Texas for clarification. I've had a friend also trying to help me with this, just so we could get a clarification on the DNC rules at the State Convention level, but all we received was an angry response. So I've reached out to journalists here in Texas who cover the political happenings. I've not heard from any of them, and I would opine that most of them are busy with the DNC.

I'll keep you posted.
Severinehttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-31215085.post-30774268474671479552016-06-14T08:09:00.001-05:002016-06-14T08:12:01.840-05:00Liberal Idiocy
I woke up to find this picture staring me in my face this morning.

Now, call me crazy, but isn't this just as moronic and stupid as everything else Regressives suggest to solve any problem that makes them wet their pants?

I was so ready to get my mad on, even though I'm not really in the mood for it, so I read the comments and hit comedy gold. I am going to post those responses here because frankly, I want to laugh. I need to laugh.

Gun permit at 15 -- Full gun license at 16

 ability to take your gun anywhere in the Country at anytime

can buy any gun that you can afford

you can lease a gun, rent a gun, maybe have Uber gun...call, and in 15 minutes someone brings a gun to you.

If you accidentally hurt someone with your gun it isn't criminal issue it's an insurance issue.
If you accidentally kill someone with your gun it's still an insurance issue.

even when you're really, really old and shouldn't have a gun , no one in the family wants to tell you that and politicians don't want to take your gun away from you.

You can have as many accidents with your gun and no one will take away your license.

And you can own a gun right after you get out of jail.

People with autism, mentally challenged, felons - even the insane can all get drivers licenses... so why not a gun license?

No background check to buy a gun just like the car

Mentally handicapped people can operate a gun just like a car

And if the guy who shoots it doesn't have liability insurance you're covered under no-fault or uninsured shooter

Stores on every corner selling bullets out of vending machines -just like gas pumps.

Government Cash fo Klunkers! You can get money from the government for guns that don't work as an incentive to buy a new gun!

Bail out money for gun companies to keep them in business

If someone steals your gun-no big deal...the cops show up an hour later, some disinterested cop writes a report, tells you you may or may not get it back, we really don't have time to look for your gun, I hope you had insurance, have a nice day.

Of course, Regressives are going to sputter and try to say "That's not what we mean!" as they always do (go look it up, whenever we point out the dangers or stupidity of their policies they say that's not what they mean and they have control of it. One thing though, we're always right. If you want to argue that point I will ask that you please look up all of the illegals currently on Medicaid through healtcare.gov. Thank you for your education.)

No, we know what you mean, what you want, but do you? Liberals? Regressives? Infantile whining maggots? I don't think you do.

Do you know what I fully expect? I fully expect by end of business today the Libtards will have embraced the Orlando shooter because he was a self-hating gay. Mark my words.

Severinehttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-31215085.post-5260422491076308052016-06-12T07:54:00.003-05:002016-06-12T08:00:36.943-05:00National Review Goes Full Retard
I woke up this morning to my son blocking me in the kitchen from making coffee, then I open up my news feed and find National Review had published this piece of sickening shit. Is Donald Trump Doing to Republicans What Zachary Taylor Did To The Whigs?

I can honestly tell you that my jaw dropped and outrage poured through my being with the heat of a thousand suns. Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.

Gil Troy, an obvious non-historian and possible cretin, tries to make the case that Zachary Taylor was just like Trump and brought about the fall of the Whig Party in Antebellum America. So, let's deconstruct that the idiot, Gil Troy, is saying, shall we?

I will preface this by saying that I am depending entirely on my American History learned in public schools and colleges before Safe Spaces were a thing. I was in school before standardized testing and feel I was more knowledgeable coming out of fifth grade than most college graduates today. I cannot lean on my knowledge of my history major son, because he finds American history boring and would rather ruminate with dusty tomes of some Roman crossing the Rubicon than some ballsy American crossing the Delaware. If you don't understand either of those references, I highly recommend any American History book written before 1992 and Wikipedia Julius Caesar.

You see, in my house, we are all a bunch of history nuts and science geeks. We want to know the true history of things so that we may fully, and correctly understand our selves today. This is how it used to be.

I can see that Gil Troy must be of the recently educated set. Or just as stupid at history as he is in researching his articles for National Review. Because he obviously missed classes on how the Republican Party came into being. So, let me give you a little histoire, as they say in France.

The Whigs were much like the Republican Party is today. Doing ANYTHING to keep the peace with Democrats who loved slavery. Because, let's face it, when haven't they loved holding other people down? The Whigs COULD have passed several measures that would have ended slavery, yet did not because... Democrat feels. Democrats would have gotten mad and not liked them, so they basically just bent over when the Dems told them to and spread 'em wide, just like Republicans do today. However, the Whigs would demand lube. Do you see the GOP even asking for it? I don't.

So a new party started up, the Republican Party. The Whigs lost every election they were in after Zachary Taylor was eventually elected president. He was the last Whig to be elected to National Office. In that time Republicans began winning local and state elections, running on the abolitionist platform that the Whigs had ignored. Hey, remember, the cotton was cheap because the labor was free, right? North and South working together to keep men in chains. How fucking noble were the Whigs, right?

The biggest parallel between the Whigs then and the GOP now, is that both parties became mired in tradition and refused to moved into the future. In both cases, both parties were full of old, scared, white men, who simply could not move with the times. Seriously, can you see John McCain using a smart phone? Can you? Do we even need to speak of Hillary's inability to use two of them? Come on.

The Whigs chugged slowly along until 1856 when they were done, spent. They tried to become the Constitutional Union Party but that went nowhere because, as usual, they could not get out of their own Conservative inertia. Yes, Mister Troy, there is such a thing as too conservative. It's where you are paralyzed with fear at doing ANYTHING that changes the status quo because you cannot face change of any kind.

We are not asking for change, simply for the sake of change like the idiot Regressives. We want change because it is needed to preserve our way of life in so many ways. I wonder, if we went back and asked former Whigs why they voted Abe Lincoln into office what they would tell us? Would they tell us it was because a man stood and said he refused to let men suffer any longer under the yoke of slavery because other men were too afraid to let their opinions be heard? Would they say that it was time to change things because slavery is morally reprehensible and cannot be condoned by a moral and just government?

Because, let me be clear Mr. Troy, idiot extraordinaire, Democrats want us all enslaved under their power. They want to run our lives, tell us what to say, what to think, who we can talk to, compartmentalize us all into little warring tribes, because frankly, if we're fighting each other we cannot be fighting them, right? You and your moronic pals at National Review are telling everyone who believes in you that they should just roll over and take that kick to the ribs. Well, with all respect due an idiot, fuck you.

If you think slavery doesn't exist in the Democrat agenda, I beg you to look at the results of the "Great Society" may LBJ burn in hell, hourly anally raped by a pineapple for that bit of shackling of the blacks in America. If you think the poor aren't enslaved by state welfare then I would posit that you are perhaps the most stupid person on the planet next to Elizabeth Warren.

Does the GOP do anything at all to fight it? No. They keep passing bills to increase welfare, enact Obamacare, and just pass it down to later generations to be fixed so they can keep their immediate seat of power. WELL IT'S TIME GENTLEMEN! It is time to get off your dead asses and DO SOMETHING! Do something decent for a change.

This is the problem with the National Review, they are what made Donald Trump possible, and they don't even recognize it. He is their creation. He is the reaction of people fed the fuck up with the dithering and lies. They want action and Trump promises it.

A man comes upon another man having his way with a woman in a ditch. They join up and the first man says, "You know that woman back there was dead?" The other man laughs and says, "Dead? I thought she was Republican."

Abraham Lincoln won the Republican Party nomination and the presidency and then won the Civil War, War of Northern Aggression, War Between the States, whatever you want to call it, but he ENDED slavery. He did something. I'm not sure what Trump will do, but I do know, if he dithers, if he does nothing but sit in that chair in the oval office and does nothing that he's promised, in four years we will have a brand new political party winning elections all over the US, and eventually the Presidency. And the National Review will not matter one iota in the minds of anyone forming that new party. Inertia, thou art NR.

Here endeth the lesson.
Severinehttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-31215085.post-25423383878502483512016-06-07T09:30:00.001-05:002016-06-07T09:30:08.318-05:00Happy Birthday To Me

I saw this meme today on Facebook and loved it immediately. It's because I think that all human beings should acknowledge and appreciate their worth.

A few years back I saw a tweet on Twitter (I deleted my account because I hate Twitter) wherein a young woman wrote an article about being a black, single mom and how proud she was of herself for doing it on her own, buying her own things with her own money that she'd earned. She's teaching her son valuable lessons from that example. She wowed me. I was proud of her, happy for her, for knowing her own worth.

Last week I gave an interview and was asked what was my biggest influence for my writing. I write Romance, for the most part. There are far more romance books out there written by me than there are my philosophical and political ones. But my largest influence, on both sides of fiction and non-fiction has been Ayn Rand.

Before you gasp and clutch your pearls, her view on the aesthetic of romance was in keeping with the rest of Objectivist philosophy. Aesthetics is the fifth pillar or all philosophy. Her view on romantic love was a very healthy one, even if she didn't practice it. Others have and been happy with it. The picture above encapsulates the entire concept.

When you realize how much you're worth, you'll stop giving discounts."

Truth. Reality you cannot hide from.

And it came at a very good time, as some recent research I've been doing has made me very sad for people as a whole. Consider the hook up culture. There are entire websites and phone apps dedicated to nothing but finding someone to bump fuzzies with. That's it, get it on, and you're both ghosts. Young people think it's great, and they never look at those around them to see how miserable they are, and they never get older and look back at this time of their lives as where all of their self-doubt and hatred began. If you value something, you hold it close, you do not give away recklessly. Even if it's your own body.

Roll your eyes, but when you get older and no one treats you with respect, it's because you never treated yourself with respect.

Why don't people get this? I've been singing this song for too many years. All of those people out there hooking up like their body is nothing more than for someone else to "defile" if only in their thoughts. They won't think you respect yourself, because you're doing what you do... with them. Neither of you respect yourselves, so it's naughty, and even a little fun to film yourself doing things to one another then posting it online, then going on like it's nothing. And, neither of you realize you've told the entire world not to respect you. You didn't just tell them, you screamed it.

When you don't care about something, you freely, happily give it way to anyone who asks.

Think about attraction. When someone lets you know that you're attractive to them, they become more attractive to you. Why? Because they are recognizing your worth, and in return, you recognize theirs. It's the sturdy foundation that all healthy relationships are built on.

This healthy self-image and appreciation comes from spending time by yourself, getting to know you without anyone else in the equation. I hate seeing people just coming out of a relationship and immediately throwing themselves into anything to get their mind off of it. It should be time spent alone, not with friends or anyone else, to recognize yourself without that other part of you. Know yourself as someone other that so-and-so's someone, or as someone's daughter, sister, brother, mother or father. Get to know YOU again. It's very healthy and I think, for most, they come out on the other side happier for it.

They come out knowing their own worth, and they stop giving discounts to the unworthy. Try it.
Severinehttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-31215085.post-57268228349581936822016-06-01T09:49:00.001-05:002016-06-01T09:49:13.327-05:00A Split Second
I will preface this post by saying that this is not the post I thought I'd be writing two days ago, but I got sick of being a self-righteous moron and thought about it. Stop being emotional and think.

My eldest son is 30 years old. Weeks before his second birthday, he had a terrible accident. He could have died. All because I looked away for a split second to put his brother down, before leading him inside.

You see, we lived in a second story apartment. The kids downstairs were playing, riding bikes... being kids. I had spoken with them as I climbed my stairs carrying a baby carried and DJ's hand in my other. As I always did, I told DJ not to move as I unlocked the door. I took half a step inside to put the carrier in and DJ was gone. The kids were screaming that he'd jumped and I looked down to see my baby lying on the concrete.

A split-second was all it took for his small two-year-old body to slip through the rails and he fell onto the ground below. A. SPLIT. SECOND.

I began screaming and ran down the stairs, terrified, not knowing what to do. My neighbor ran outside and I was screaming at her to call 911. Vicky was so wonderful she ran upstairs to get Clint. The ambulance was there almost immediately and we dashed for Texas Children's Hospital. I was so dazed and horrified that I could barely answer the EMT's questions, and I stood in the ER like I was a catatonic escapee from nearby Hermann Hospital's psych ward.

My son had fractured his little skull and had a large blood clot forming that had to be constantly monitored to make sure it didn't put too much pressure on his still developing brain. I think I sleep walked through the entire thing. Parents and in-laws watched Clint, poor baby, while I stayed at the hospital. It was a blur of CT scans and neurological testing but, after a week he got to come home. I had to quit my job because he could not go to daycare and be knocked around. They said he had to stay quiet for at least, 6-9 months, and then they would see.

If you've ever tried to keep a two year old boy quiet and resting for six months, you know why I've blocked those days from my memory.

The point of this story is, I wasn't doing anything wrong. I should have shoved him through the door first, ignoring my burning arms from carrying my butterball around in his yellow carrier. But I wasn't negligent, I wasn't ignoring my kids, I wasn't doing anything wrong. And yet, it still happened.

I am very angry that the Cincinatti Zoo had to destroy a beautiful animal that they shouldn't have had in the first place. From a Facebook post from a woman who was standing there when it happened, it sounds to me as if the mother got caught up in conversation and her four year old boy ran off. Should she have allowed herself to get that distracted in a very crowded zoo? I don't think so, but I'm not a Blackhawk Parent either. She was talking to someone, her child got away from her, and in the way of boys all over the world, he did something he shouldn't have done and was injured because of it.

Thank God he's still alive.

The woman has had death threats, been pilloried online and in the press. But, the fact we all have to remember, especially those of us who have raised children, and especially pre-schoolers, ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN in a split second.

Anything. Anything at all. You can take your eyes off the road to change the radio station and hit a mother and her two-year old child walking in a very busy road at 2 AM and kill the child. The knee-jerk response is to say, "WTF was she doing with a baby in the middle of a busy road in the middle of the night?!" and spew outrage. However, it doesn't take one bit out of the pain that she lost her child. She happened to be in illegal immigrant in a part of town packed chock full of them and had gotten off work and was picking her child up from the babysitter and walking back to her apartment. She almost made it. The man who hit them? He wound up swallowing his pistol because he couldn't deal with it. The mother went back to Mexico, as she no longer had an anchor here.

A split second was all it took to wipe out two lives and change, forever, another. A, Split. Second.

A split second was all it took for my son to slip between the rails of a stairwell and fall ten feet to the concrete below. It still makes me very sick to even think about it, I get that feeling of terror all over again. I could have lost him.

A split second was all it took for that mother in Cincinnati to lose her son in a crowd and he somehow managed to get into a gorilla enclosure. And her son was injured and an innocent, beautiful animal had to be put down to save her son because her attention flickered for a split second. A. Split. Second.

A split second was all it took for a man to take his eyes off the road and run over a two year old girl and kill her. A. Split. Second.

A split second was all it took for that man to put an end to his pain for having taken his eyes off the road. A. Split. Second.

If you're determined to feel outrage, feel outrage of the millions of children who are abused, truly abused, by people who should love, cherish and protect them. Who pay them no attention, don't feed them, barely provide shelter and who hit them without a thought. Spend a split second thinking about those children.

If you want to rail against gorillas in zoos, spend a split second donating some time or money to groups who are trying to get their capture and sale to zoos and circuses outlawed all over the African Continent. Stop going to zoos and circuses. Take a split second and donate to the animal rescues who take in the animals and give them a nice life until they die. Take a split fucking second to realize that if you go to the zoo you're part of the problem.

But stop harassing the mother in Cincinnati. She's got enough on her plate, right now. She needs to be concentrating all of her energy on helping her son get through this. Because her attention was drawn away for a split second and something horrible happened. And now, she gets to spend the rest of her life reliving that moment over and over in her mind whenever she's too tired, or scared, or the next time she looks down and he's not right there.

Horrible, wretched, terrifying things happen in a split second and there is not anything any one of us can do to change that cascade of events when we're looking back. Hating a woman for something every single one of us has done, changes NOTHING.

Change happens in a split second, and yet it changes nothing. Think about that while you're feeling self-righteous.

Severinehttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-31215085.post-42614976333199304862016-05-31T14:10:00.001-05:002016-05-31T14:10:21.157-05:00We Don't Like You. We Really Don't Like You
I watched today's Trump presser only because I'd been forewarned that it would be worth my while. I adore my source just for this gem alone. I found the presser over at Mediaite who played their feed from the moment they set up, until Trump left the building. The BEST part of the whole thing was listening to the press that forgot they were standing around a hot mike, despite the six, count them SIX, checks they did on this very same mike.

You hear reporters laughing about Hillary hiring people to pretend they were vets to form picket lines in front of Trump Tower. You hear them reciting lies they tell in the paper and on the air about Conservatives. It's appalling to listen to them laugh about spreading lies, like it's a new virtue. They recorded twenty one minutes of this before Trump too the stage.

Then it began and Trump went down the list of his contributions to Veteran's Programs and you want to know what my take away from it was? Reporters don't understand what vetting is. I know, shocker. The stupid, mouth-breathing, fucks standing around, turning in circles at this press conference couldn't understand WHY Trump would want to check out the people he was giving money to as a charitable concern. Suddenly Planned Parenthood and United Way made sense to me.

And the icing on the cake was him calling an ABC reporter a sleaze. He mentioned, several times, that political reporters were dishonest weasels. I was happy, I clapped my hands, I was in raptures. I've been waiting for this since 1988 and first Bush presidency.

The media is shocked. Shocked I tell you, to find out that most of America agrees with Trump. Gasps were heard at the presser the first time he said it, then cries of outrage. How could Donald Trump, a rich person running for the highest office in the land, in the wrong party, possibly think the Fourth Estate was anything but the second coming of Jesus? How dare he?!

And, just as quickly, CNN buried that their reporter was labeled a dishonest weasel by Trump, to decrying how anyone could think they were anything but honest. Dear CNN, this is what happens when you throw a Pity Party and no one comes. You're pathetic. Everyone knows you're pathetic and now Trump has committed the social proof of saying it on TV and now others will say, "Hey, he did it, it must be OK!" and say pretty much the same thing about you. Did you think that we wouldn't use Alinksi's tools right back at you and much more effectively? You're stupid rubes and Trump pointed out your stupidity in broad daylight in front of God and everyone.

What is laughable is that you all congregated thinking this was going to be a great big "Gotcha!" to his campaign, because that's what DNC operatives told you it was going to be after they hired the people to pose as vets. So you come in, all smug, laughing at the poser vets outside (yes, that was caught on an open mike), and how you're going to skewer Trump on the non-existent money to vet organizations (again, caught on an open mike, you idiots.) and he walked in with a list of the monies released, and one check left to go out because he was vetting the organization, and you're caught flat-footed because you were busy looking up the word vetted and got caught up in pictures of dogs getting a check up.

Now, I will let you in on the worst kept secret in America, you buffoons. Almost everyone in America hates you. It's true. You report stories you know are false (Rolling Stone UVA Rape Frat story), you make shit up to cover for your favorites or just flat out don't report on it so you think it's not out there at all (Hillary, Benghazi for example). You think that by hiding things you keep people from knowing about them because you're so fucking stupid you constantly forget about the New Media, the internet. People don't read the papers. We haven't trusted them for decades. We don't watch the MSM and you can blame Connie Chung and Dan Rather for that shit, not to mention Katei Couric with her "selectively" edited gun control idiocy. You all lie and we know it, but no one, until Andrew Breitbart was willing to call you on it.

Also, to paraphrase Gandalf, you so fucking want to be fooled. You crave someone pulling the wool over your eyes as long as it contributes to your confirmation bias, you don't give a shit. To go completely Lora Leigh on you, you are panting for someone to bend you over the table and ram it up your tailpipe, and the lube is optional. You're so willing to lie to the public, that you believe whatever lies someone else tells you. You don't care as long as it brings you notoriety. You're like the Lily Allen song, The Fear. You will take your clothes off, and yes, it will be shameless, because everyone knows that's how you get famous. You don't care how you get there. Any type of attention is good because you're all shameless attention whores who stick yourself into the story. (Michelle Fields, please stand and take a pointless bow.)

OK, now that I've got the cultural reference paragraph finished, we can continue with excoriating the press.

You shouldn't be surprised that people hate you. People hate liars and that's all you are. I judge the press hundreds of times a day while trying to vet any one story on an MSM site. Let me tell you, it's ain't easy finding the truth. You all exist in a huge echo chamber, circle jerking while desperately hiding from the truth you lie about hourly. You don't give a shit about anything so honorable as the public's right to know. If you did Peter Schweitzer would be given a medal and you'd stop providing cover for the Clintons. You're nothing more than court jesters, distracting the other morons around you from doing your jobs, until you're all nothing but distractions to one another and the only people reporting the truth are pilloried by you and your ilk as fringe and conspiracy theorists.

You cover up Bill Clinton's sexual assaults (We're up to about 40 so far, right? The non-consensual ones). You covered up Benghazi, Hillary's illegal email server, and completely ignored any vetting of Barry Sortero. You know the guy who calls himself Barack Obama? That guy.

The long and short of it is thus, we hate you because you lie, But, also because you suck at your jobs. The world needs ditch diggers, too, and I see no reason that so-called journalists are above that sort of manual labor.
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