Tonight brought all the pundits out; although some were along the coast of Florida wondering what happened to Issac, while the 9th ward and New Orleans wondered just how much God really disliked them. Imagine the odds; another hurricane (albeit Cat. 1) almost 7 years to the day. Odds like that make money makers in Vegas nervous. I personally enjoyed hearing that Samuel L. Jackson felt it unfair that the RNC was spared the Hurricane. Oh, so sad for you Mr. Jackson. Such a great talent, such a bitter human being.
Tuesday's speakers brought to center stage the effervescent and dynamic Ann Romney. Not since The 19th Amendment was ratified, has the power of the women in politics held so much at stake. Granted, there are no women running for the top prize; although Michelle Bachmann could have given some of these men a run for their money.
But, the voters spoke, and Michelle gracefully and with class bowed out of the race on January 4, 2012. She left the race with dignity. No murky remarks, or underhanded, sly stabs against her all male opponents. She rallied the Republicans, Conservatives, Tea Partiers, Independents and undecided together and spoke of the ability to make America GREAT. I listened to Mrs. Bachmann's speech that morning, I was not a supporter of her spot for the White House, but anyone with a drop of common sense could hear a well worded, and heartfelt convivial utterance of words. She garnered my respect on that cold January morning.
Chastisement has been the main headline of late. Never has there been such turmoil over women. Democrats care more; no, it's Republicans. At this point, I am sure on only one thing, the only man I know who gives a rat's ass about my well being is my husband.
"The Story So Far: two days ago, the Obama administration – using the fig-leaf/cutout of Super PAC Priorities USA – accused Mitt Romney of being a murderer because a company that Romney used to own closed down a steel mill (several years after
Romney left that company) and that meant that the wife of the husband
who lost his job at that steel mill (one Joe Soptic) didn’t have any
insurance after the wife left her job several years after the layoff and several years after all of that
the wife was diagnosed with cancer and then died. As Erick notes in the
link above: if that’s an acceptable logic chain that legitimately leads
one to a charge of murder, then (to give just one example) this
administration murdered US Border Agent Brian Terry and Eric Holder
needs to give himself up right now.
But wait! It gets even more convoluted. You see, the Media is balking – absolutely balking -
at taking this line of attack seriously, and the Obama administration
has already done its best to distance itself from the Priorities USA ad,
to the point where Obama for America (OfA) spokesman Stephanie Cutter denied that they had any knowledge of Soptic’s story.
So… who’s that voice at the end of this conference call, Stephanie? Your evil twin?"
Really? Is this what we come to as we slowly evaporate from being civil? Now, I know there are dozens of liberals on the other side who will counter this whole statement with some dreadful statement that Romney may have made about some one else, or some Democrat who has dirt of some Republican.
So, tonight I forced myself to stay awake. Recent back surgery has left me either virtually impossible to stay asleep or impossible to stay awake, and arise before half the day is gone. Although I believe things are starting to look up. The speech from Ann Romney tonight, vs. the speech from Mrs. Michelle Obama some 4 years ago where she arrogantly announced: " Barack Obama’s wife, Michelle, is under fire for leaving the
impression that she hasn’t been proud of her country until now, when
Democrats are beginning to rally around her husband’s campaign. Speaking in Milwaukee, Wis., on Monday, she said, “People in
this country are ready for change and hungry for a different kind of
politics and … for the first time in my adult life I am proud of my
country because it feels like hope is finally making a comeback.” Greeted with rousing applause after making the comment in
Milwaukee, Obama delivered an amended version of the speech later that
day in Madison, Wis. “For the first time in my adult lifetime, I’m really proud of
my country … not just because Barack has done well, but because I think
people are hungry for change,” she said. “I have been desperate to see
our country moving in that direction and just not feeling so alone in my
frustration and disappointment.”
Obama was born in 1964, meaning her adult life began in 1982. Critics quickly seized on the new found national pride.Read more: http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,331288,00.html#ixzz24udFcmVh
As for me - Although adopted, I consider myself a legally first generation American citizen. I am proud of this fact. I take great pride in announcing that America is my country first and foremost. I am an advocate for the power of the good old American Dream. It exists! A long line of military follow my family history. I am proud of every single member of my family who decided that there was something out there greater then themselves; and they took up arms to defend our nation against the perils of enemies. When I think of my husband of 20 years, I beam with pride in knowing he defended our country during a time when the middle east was a hot bed of hornets and scorpions, and Muslim Infidels; all who would stop at nothing until they had an American head on a platter and a burned American Flag.
Tonight Mrs. Romney stood before millions and well, "she rocked their socks off". What I heard was a woman of faith, conviction, honor, integrity, no half ass statements of her contempt for a country, or the first time she became "proud to be an American". I heard a woman speak eloquently about the years of breast cancer, raising 5 boys, 16 grandchildren, being madly in love with the same man, who brought her home safely from a dance some 42 years earlier.
In the back of my mind I was reminded of two other great Republican women who displayed dignity under fire. Mrs. Barbara Bush and Mrs. Laura Bush. People are either born with class or they are passed over. All this nonsense that the GOP hates women. Nonsense.
About Me
- anniemac
- My husband tells me I am a makebate. So, what's wrong with that? I love to write. I have 2 great kids and 1 grandson. I'd love to say I am "retired" but really, who retires from life? Shoot me a question, comment, rant or rave. They are all welcome here. Love dogs, my family, and most of all, debate. Pro NRA, conservative and a right wing lady.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Getting Older
People, I have been away from my own large screen computer for some time now....getting ready for back surgery, and dog sitting at other people's homes. Please forgive my last post, which potentially was great in that it pointed out what BOTH SIDES will go to in order to make a political commercial. Yes, I am very right wing, very conservative, and even more importantly, Catholic.
Actually, I was lucky enough to be raised Catholic... you know the routine. White little dresses, glove, veils, white shoes, getting the First Holy Communion. I remember mine clearly in that my Irish Bostonian mother threw a huge party afterwards, and I was sitting with my great aunt, demonstrating how the lady on some tele commercial would ""twing" her crystal goblets together to indicate that they were true crystal. In my life, such an innocent action turned into a close call of "Mother Murders Daughter in First Holy Communion Gown". Not only did I shatter two very expensive long stemmed Waterford goblets, but I managed to soak my little white dress with red wine. Looking back on it, I remember my mother lunging towards me, but my dear old aunt was there to rescue her favorite niece from sure death.
Perhaps the red stain on the white dress has set the tone for my life as it has managed to go thus far. It sounds almost exorcism in the making. Shit, I could have been in movies.
My second sacrament was confession. Weekdays of CCD, and nuns and priests, God Love Them, trying to convince me that I was in the right class, and that "no" since Jesus was a Jew, I could not convert. Damn. Well, as classes of confession training, on how you enter the little room, and a little light goes on to let busy bodies behind you in line that you are in there, spilling all your worldly secrets to a priest who is thinking....what can a 8 year old possible say? Well, they had not met old Annie Mac yet. I entered that little room, with a bench kneeler and a screen. I immediately needed to stick my finger in the screen, just to see what it was made of. That did not fare well with the priest who was probably nipping the sherry...well he would be if he were smart. I got in there, put a little hole in the screen, and then proceeded to tell the priest that I hated my brothers and sister, wanted to be an only child, thought God was not real. I asked him what he ate for dinner. Did he like it? I asked him what the worst sin was he had ever heard confessed. By the end of 20 minutes in the confessional, I suspect they were wanting to be rid of me. I was instructed through the little screen to recite my learned prayers, and that for penance, I was to tell me siblings that I did not hate them. Truth be told, if I was in a secret confessional, telling a priest something, then why the need to even mention it to my siblings.
I never did get to confirmation as I rebelled against organized religion at that age, was a hellion, and created some sort of havoc where ever our family went. I think they have special places for kids like me know. It's called military school, which I might have actually done quite well at - why? Structure, but punishment for a reason, not a threat. Of course now, at 48, i recognize the importance of the confirmation, and have been confirmed. I'm in the club now.
Well, look at this...way overboard on what I actually wanted to say. The font on my previous post about commercials in in some idiotic ultra small style which I can barely read, bifocals on and off. Does that mean its time for trifocals?
Actually, I was lucky enough to be raised Catholic... you know the routine. White little dresses, glove, veils, white shoes, getting the First Holy Communion. I remember mine clearly in that my Irish Bostonian mother threw a huge party afterwards, and I was sitting with my great aunt, demonstrating how the lady on some tele commercial would ""twing" her crystal goblets together to indicate that they were true crystal. In my life, such an innocent action turned into a close call of "Mother Murders Daughter in First Holy Communion Gown". Not only did I shatter two very expensive long stemmed Waterford goblets, but I managed to soak my little white dress with red wine. Looking back on it, I remember my mother lunging towards me, but my dear old aunt was there to rescue her favorite niece from sure death.
Perhaps the red stain on the white dress has set the tone for my life as it has managed to go thus far. It sounds almost exorcism in the making. Shit, I could have been in movies.
My second sacrament was confession. Weekdays of CCD, and nuns and priests, God Love Them, trying to convince me that I was in the right class, and that "no" since Jesus was a Jew, I could not convert. Damn. Well, as classes of confession training, on how you enter the little room, and a little light goes on to let busy bodies behind you in line that you are in there, spilling all your worldly secrets to a priest who is thinking....what can a 8 year old possible say? Well, they had not met old Annie Mac yet. I entered that little room, with a bench kneeler and a screen. I immediately needed to stick my finger in the screen, just to see what it was made of. That did not fare well with the priest who was probably nipping the sherry...well he would be if he were smart. I got in there, put a little hole in the screen, and then proceeded to tell the priest that I hated my brothers and sister, wanted to be an only child, thought God was not real. I asked him what he ate for dinner. Did he like it? I asked him what the worst sin was he had ever heard confessed. By the end of 20 minutes in the confessional, I suspect they were wanting to be rid of me. I was instructed through the little screen to recite my learned prayers, and that for penance, I was to tell me siblings that I did not hate them. Truth be told, if I was in a secret confessional, telling a priest something, then why the need to even mention it to my siblings.
I never did get to confirmation as I rebelled against organized religion at that age, was a hellion, and created some sort of havoc where ever our family went. I think they have special places for kids like me know. It's called military school, which I might have actually done quite well at - why? Structure, but punishment for a reason, not a threat. Of course now, at 48, i recognize the importance of the confirmation, and have been confirmed. I'm in the club now.
Well, look at this...way overboard on what I actually wanted to say. The font on my previous post about commercials in in some idiotic ultra small style which I can barely read, bifocals on and off. Does that mean its time for trifocals?
Friday, August 10, 2012
Dirty Political commercials
The Dirty Business of Political Commercials
Now, those words tend to be a bit strong. No, in fact, they are over the top. Come now, a murderer is someone who walks into a full movie theater dressed in head to to Kevlar, a murderer(s) walks into a school in Columbine and assassinates his classmates as they plead for their lives. Charlie Manson comes to mind; but old Charlie really holds his own little circle.
Are we that numb to political commercials, coming from both sides that we are eager enough to call a candidate a murderer? Moron, idiot, fool, nitwit, benighted, a sham, demoralized, vitiated...these are words I'd feel comfortable settling with.
Add to which indignity the thousands of United States citizens who have in one way or another been effected by the evilest of evils, CANCER?
From Solyndra, VOLT to Bain, to healthcare one way or another, I am almost at the point where I no longer am listening. I'm a die hard conservative Republican. I have been one my entire life. My brother reminds me that I did a wee jig the day LBJ passed away, which threw my liberal Democratic, peanut roasting, Kennedy hanging on the wall next to the Pope, parents into some lecture as to how we do NOT celebrate death of people.
Unless someone discovers that Mr. Romney has taken a blow torch to our planet, or committed the most heinous of crimes, wearing short shirt sleeves after Labor Day, I'll be casting my vote towards him.
Some readers will expect this from me; actually all that know me, understand my derision towards all things B. Hussein Obama. Often times I wonder if it's a personal flaw in him that churns my stomach or if it is just that he is in way over his head. After some due thought, I'd say both. I think he lives in a fairyland world, where everything is daisies and wonderful, the sun shines all the time and there are no mischievous little imps around to remind him of the reality that the debt is $15,917,222,316,403.85 , as of right now (@ 2253 8Aug12).
Now, I started blogging about a year ago. This idea came to fruition from a co-worker at the time who insisted that I should write my ideas down. She was a Hilary Clinton supporter. I guess the notion of writing down rants, raves and what-ifs sounded like a good idea. When I lost my job, as part of the down sizing scam, this blog became my money maker. I'm not making millions, and if you do the math on that current debt, my portion of the national debt if $50,000+. Hello Washington D.C. , I'm a "domestic goddess" otherwise referred to as retired, Suzy homemaker, and my husband's marketing specialist when it comes to promoting his (mollydogimages.com) - go ahead and click on that word epic to see what hubby captures from nature - epic would be an understatement to my husband's talent from what comes through his camera lens. So how have I been gifted a $50,000+ debt?
In the end, I am not looking forward to any merriment as to the onslaught of "he said, he said" political ads. For me it's a matter of cut & dry, simple words from the horse's own mouth. Does anyone remember this: The Big Lie . Go ahead and click on it...It makes for good listening. There are other fables he has uttered throughout his presidency.
As I close on this matter, tossing my television out the window for the next few months seems to be the smartest of decisions. However, I'd miss the return of SouthLAnd, and Chopped.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
The Dirty Business of Political Commercials
A life long friend of mine and I were discussing tonight, via modern technology referred to as IM FB, topics to blog about. One of the ideas that ran the gauntlet was about the recent stench emanating from the political ad dealing with a gentleman's wife succumbing to what I believe was breast cancer. You have my deepest sympathies with regard to that one sir. It was a commercial that was painting Romney as a murderer.
Now, those words tend to be a bit strong. No, in fact, they are over the top. Come now, a murderer is someone who walks into a full movie theater dressed in head to to Kevlar, a murderer(s) walks into a school in Columbine and assassinates his classmates as they plead for their lives. Charlie Manson comes to mind; but old Charlie really holds his own little circle.
Are we that numb to political commercials, coming from both sides that we are eager enough to call a candidate a murderer? Moron, idiot, fool, nitwit, benighted, a sham, demoralized, vitiated...these are words I'd feel comfortable settling with.
Add to which indignity the thousands of United States citizens who have in one way or another been effected by the evilest of evils, CANCER?
From Solyndra, VOLT to Bain, to healthcare one way or another, I am almost at the point where I no longer am listening. I'm a die hard conservative Republican. I have been one my entire life. My brother reminds me that I did a wee jig the day LBJ passed away, which threw my liberal Democratic, peanut roasting, Kennedy hanging on the wall next to the Pope, parents into some lecture as to how we do NOT celebrate death of people.
Unless someone discovers that Mr. Romney has taken a blow torch to our planet, or committed the most heinous of crimes, wearing short shirt sleeves after Labor Day, I'll be casting my vote towards him.
Some readers will expect this from me; actually all that know me, understand my derision towards all things B. Hussein Obama. Often times I wonder if it's a personal flaw in him that churns my stomach or if it is just that he is in way over his head. After some due thought, I'd say both. I think he lives in a fairyland world, where everything is daisies and wonderful, the sun shines all the time and there are no mischievous little imps around to remind him of the reality that the debt is $15,917,222,316,403.85 , as of right now (@ 2253 8Aug12).
Now, I started blogging about a year ago. This idea came to fruition from a co-worker at the time who insisted that I should write my ideas down. She was a Hilary Clinton supporter. I guess the notion of writing down rants, raves and what-ifs sounded like a good idea. When I lost my job, as part of the down sizing scam, this blog became my money maker. I'm not making millions, and if you do the math on that current debt, my portion of the national debt if $50,000+. Hello Washington D.C. , I'm a "domestic goddess" otherwise referred to as retired, Suzy homemaker, and my husband's marketing specialist when it comes to promoting his (mollydogimages.com) - go ahead and click on that word epic to see what hubby captures from nature - epic would be an understatement to my husband's talent from what comes through his camera lens. So how have I been gifted a $50,000+ debt?
In the end, I am not looking forward to any merriment as to the onslaught of "he said, he said" political ads. For me it's a matter of cut & dry, simple words from the horse's own mouth. Does anyone remember this: The Big Lie . Go ahead and click on it...It makes for good listening. There are other fables he has uttered throughout his presidency.
As I close on this matter, tossing my television out the window for the next few months seems to be the smartest of decisions. However, I'd miss the return of SouthLAnd, and Chopped.
Now, those words tend to be a bit strong. No, in fact, they are over the top. Come now, a murderer is someone who walks into a full movie theater dressed in head to to Kevlar, a murderer(s) walks into a school in Columbine and assassinates his classmates as they plead for their lives. Charlie Manson comes to mind; but old Charlie really holds his own little circle.
Are we that numb to political commercials, coming from both sides that we are eager enough to call a candidate a murderer? Moron, idiot, fool, nitwit, benighted, a sham, demoralized, vitiated...these are words I'd feel comfortable settling with.
Add to which indignity the thousands of United States citizens who have in one way or another been effected by the evilest of evils, CANCER?
From Solyndra, VOLT to Bain, to healthcare one way or another, I am almost at the point where I no longer am listening. I'm a die hard conservative Republican. I have been one my entire life. My brother reminds me that I did a wee jig the day LBJ passed away, which threw my liberal Democratic, peanut roasting, Kennedy hanging on the wall next to the Pope, parents into some lecture as to how we do NOT celebrate death of people.
Unless someone discovers that Mr. Romney has taken a blow torch to our planet, or committed the most heinous of crimes, wearing short shirt sleeves after Labor Day, I'll be casting my vote towards him.
Some readers will expect this from me; actually all that know me, understand my derision towards all things B. Hussein Obama. Often times I wonder if it's a personal flaw in him that churns my stomach or if it is just that he is in way over his head. After some due thought, I'd say both. I think he lives in a fairyland world, where everything is daisies and wonderful, the sun shines all the time and there are no mischievous little imps around to remind him of the reality that the debt is $15,917,222,316,403.85 , as of right now (@ 2253 8Aug12).
Now, I started blogging about a year ago. This idea came to fruition from a co-worker at the time who insisted that I should write my ideas down. She was a Hilary Clinton supporter. I guess the notion of writing down rants, raves and what-ifs sounded like a good idea. When I lost my job, as part of the down sizing scam, this blog became my money maker. I'm not making millions, and if you do the math on that current debt, my portion of the national debt if $50,000+. Hello Washington D.C. , I'm a "domestic goddess" otherwise referred to as retired, Suzy homemaker, and my husband's marketing specialist when it comes to promoting his (mollydogimages.com) - go ahead and click on that word epic to see what hubby captures from nature - epic would be an understatement to my husband's talent from what comes through his camera lens. So how have I been gifted a $50,000+ debt?
In the end, I am not looking forward to any merriment as to the onslaught of "he said, he said" political ads. For me it's a matter of cut & dry, simple words from the horse's own mouth. Does anyone remember this: The Big Lie . Go ahead and click on it...It makes for good listening. There are other fables he has uttered throughout his presidency.
As I close on this matter, tossing my television out the window for the next few months seems to be the smartest of decisions. However, I'd miss the return of SouthLAnd, and Chopped.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
My Dog Knows It All..I Just Hold The Leash
Feeling just a wee bit biblical today - no particular reason. Any conversation with Mother Dearest seems to resonate some sort of religious prying - "Are you going to mass"? With major back surgery just a few weeks away, at least I know that my Mother will be praying for me, along with those on her prayer list. According to my brother, Mother has acquired volumes of notebooks of every single message ever left on her answering machine. There are volumes; almost encyclopedic. I was happy to hear that I might be bequeathed Volume 27. Oh the joy.
So Mother, with no doubt of over hearing my blog, which she refers to as "a waste of time" and "why do you do that", although Mother doesn't even own a computer, I quote the following:
..."Put not your trust in the princes, in man, in whom there is no salvation. When his spirit departs he returns to his earth; on that day his plans perish"...Psalm 146:3-4". I get the small booklet, Living Faith from Mass and its is good for about 3 months, and so it has some interest to me as I read the daily dose of Holy Bible and then some sort of astute paragraph from someone. I found today's reading and Ms. Amy Welborn's mentions to be of particular interest. Amy looks at the tenet this way: "As I navigate, choose and concern-in whom am I trusting? The "princes" of the world who make all kinds of promises but have no power to save me?Or of God who created me and put me here, knowing the way that will bring me true peace? "
I have got to leave it to Ms. Amy but she really does make a point. We take these two candidates as the princes. Now, as a Republican, Conservative, Catholic (a mouthful I know) The "prince" I see when I gaze towards Washington D.C. is not a prince of light and hope. I see an evil man, pro abortion, corrupt, looking at socialism and the even-steven world of communism as a future for this country. Our fore fathers...I ponder at what they must have been thinking when the sat in a room, and slowly debated and then drew the documents which would help in the creation of this great nation.
In 1773 came the Tea Act and the Boston Tea Party. Now, really, when you think about it, isn't this what the modern day Tea Party is trying to accomplish? But somehow, the liberal MSM depicts the Tea Party as a group of wild savages who are behind everything from Ms. Gabby Gifford, of Tucson, AZ (of whom I hold the greatest of respect & admiration for) forward to Batman's opening night at a theater in Aurora, CO. Maybe I should pick up my 2nd Amendment and blame the Tea Party for my inability to make a proper Creme Brulee at elevations over 6,800ft.
Thomas Paine, the author of Common Sense written in January, 1776 was a mess. By today's ravenous standards, no doubt some liberal would have run him out of town, He had two failed marriages, two failed businesses (one as a tobacconist) [as I am smoking a fine cigar at the moment] and the other making corsets. Obviously he proved to be a better writer then his previous endeavors. Sometimes I feel like Thomas Paine...not a great writer but rather a failure at everything I try. According to some, I tend to be somewhat haughty, top lofty and baroque -and that comes from those who actually like me. Mostly my enemies find me to be a butcher and full of something.
Then came along one of America's greatest President. No, not the goon who thinks himself to be the greatest, B. Hussein Obama, but rather Abraham Lincoln(R). Thus began the Confederate War and the discourse between those who could not fathom a life without their slaves and a country who wanted every man to be free and equal as our Constitution so eloquently states..."All men are created equal". Lincoln believed that this was a "moral and legal issue, not a military or political one" [A Patriot's History, page 328]..
Aside from the historical Gettysburg Address, Lincoln was also quoted as saying: "With malice towards none; with charity for all; firmness in the right, God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in; to bind up a nation's wounds; to care for him who shall have borne the battle; and for his widow, his orphan - to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves, and with all nations" {A Patriot's History of the United States page 347]
Sadly, Lincoln never saw his plans come to fruition as John Wilkes Booth took our great President with a bullet to the back of the head at Ford Theater on April 15, 1865.
So where are we now? Are we any better than the dreams the Lincoln held so dear, or are we slowly sinking into depravity and a country struggling.. Timothy Leary did a number on amplifying the thoughts of the post Vietnam era. Fuck the family, and all this bullshit. Forget about those U.S. soldiers who fought the enemy in Vietnam, Korea, and other world wars which put the United States and her freedoms in jeopardy. Leary enticed a glossy perversion that really all that matters was sex, drugs and rock & roll. LSD started making it rounds and then a sub-culture was born out of the poet Allen Ginsburg. Those drop outs, or even college graduates of Berkeley started to spout off about their free speech. Did you know that only liberals are allowed the utterance of free speech? Just ask any chicken!
Free love then began. How many of us today came out of that movement, either as a participant or the result of it? I'm raising my hand right now. Also, I am of the latter, It seems to me that the "United" fell right off the paper; which was undoubtedly used to smoke pot with. America started to idolize all types of princes. Sadly none of these morons possessed the ultimate promise of an eternal life in heaven. They may have promised groovy rides while dropping acid, or telling the government to go fuck themselves.
Nixon made a mess of things, whether intentionally or not. I still find him to be one of the greater Presidents of our modern day. Carter was moronic. How my parents voted for the peanut farmer is beyond me. I had an auntie, from South Africa , who came for holiday one year, and during that visit asked,,,"who are the rascals who elected Jimmy Carter?" I pointed my index finger in the direction of her baby brother, my father, the forever liberal. She was a pip, indeed. And called them as she saw them. Then we got Ronald Reagan and the country was once again led by a man of greatness. People who complain, or find themselves dissatisfied with anything Republican, will find fault with Ronnie, but I believe he united our country when we needed it most. And then came Clinton, who while a fairly decent President, seemed to have an overwhelmingly and almost lowborn affection with the brassy, white trash women of America. How many were there? Do we really know? Ms. Lewinsky found out pretty darn fast that love is not a fine Cuban cigar but rather how far Clinton will go to smoke it once he's done flavoring it.
People would ask me, "Ann does it bother you that he had sex with women while in the White House, and no doubt with U.S. Secret Service help"? My answer is always the same. "He could be having sex with barnyard animals for all I care. His dalliances are between him and Mrs. Clinton. What bothers me is that he wasted so much time involving the courts' precious time debating definitions of "Is" and that he lied about it." He lied royally while holding the most important position in our nation. Personally, if I had no choice, and was tied to a chair and forced to look at naked pictures of Barney Frank, I would have voted for Mrs. Clinton. She's a helluva alot smarter than her penis happy husband. But, now she leaves me with great sadness as she sold her soul to getting ahead in politics and stayed with the schmuck. I don't know what to say, Mrs. Clinton.
So, now to modern days Princes. The ones I admire are William and Harry, who have so nobly taken up their mother's passion for helping the common man. They aren't going to assure me a spot in heaven; but my admiration runs deep for those 2 boys.
The KING we seem stuck with at present, this joker in the White House in no Prince. Although for a ride on our tax dollars maybe the Obamas will get "Prince" to perform at the White House. He has no clue about the common man. He has the "audacity" - his favorite word, to stand in front of a crowd and with his mouthpiece, claim that things are so much better. Does he take all Americans for morons? The debt is a wretched mess, unemployment is terrible, the United States credit rating is no longer outstanding. This country no longer has a moral or ethical compass in which to steer by. Isn't the man elected by the people, for people supposed to be leading by example? What example has he set? He got Bin Laden, with the help and surveillance set up by the previous administration, and our tremendous men in arms, the U.S.Navy Seals. Obama likes to play on a team of ONE. He runs a solo show. Just the other day we were informed that none of us built anything. That came as a big shock to the farmer standing in a field, or the rancher in Colorado, the police officer who spends nights protecting the streets, the firemen who say good bye to their families, not knowing if they'll return, What about the Small Business owner who may go out of business as a result of the greatest tax hike in UNITED STATES History otherwise deceptively referred to as ObamaCare.
At night, when all is quiet, and I battle my insomnia, it isn't the "Princes" in current government I am praying to for help, guidance and salvation. It's my Lord and Savior getting me through it. How do you sleep at night?
So Mother, with no doubt of over hearing my blog, which she refers to as "a waste of time" and "why do you do that", although Mother doesn't even own a computer, I quote the following:
..."Put not your trust in the princes, in man, in whom there is no salvation. When his spirit departs he returns to his earth; on that day his plans perish"...Psalm 146:3-4". I get the small booklet, Living Faith from Mass and its is good for about 3 months, and so it has some interest to me as I read the daily dose of Holy Bible and then some sort of astute paragraph from someone. I found today's reading and Ms. Amy Welborn's mentions to be of particular interest. Amy looks at the tenet this way: "As I navigate, choose and concern-in whom am I trusting? The "princes" of the world who make all kinds of promises but have no power to save me?Or of God who created me and put me here, knowing the way that will bring me true peace? "
I have got to leave it to Ms. Amy but she really does make a point. We take these two candidates as the princes. Now, as a Republican, Conservative, Catholic (a mouthful I know) The "prince" I see when I gaze towards Washington D.C. is not a prince of light and hope. I see an evil man, pro abortion, corrupt, looking at socialism and the even-steven world of communism as a future for this country. Our fore fathers...I ponder at what they must have been thinking when the sat in a room, and slowly debated and then drew the documents which would help in the creation of this great nation.
In 1773 came the Tea Act and the Boston Tea Party. Now, really, when you think about it, isn't this what the modern day Tea Party is trying to accomplish? But somehow, the liberal MSM depicts the Tea Party as a group of wild savages who are behind everything from Ms. Gabby Gifford, of Tucson, AZ (of whom I hold the greatest of respect & admiration for) forward to Batman's opening night at a theater in Aurora, CO. Maybe I should pick up my 2nd Amendment and blame the Tea Party for my inability to make a proper Creme Brulee at elevations over 6,800ft.
Thomas Paine, the author of Common Sense written in January, 1776 was a mess. By today's ravenous standards, no doubt some liberal would have run him out of town, He had two failed marriages, two failed businesses (one as a tobacconist) [as I am smoking a fine cigar at the moment] and the other making corsets. Obviously he proved to be a better writer then his previous endeavors. Sometimes I feel like Thomas Paine...not a great writer but rather a failure at everything I try. According to some, I tend to be somewhat haughty, top lofty and baroque -and that comes from those who actually like me. Mostly my enemies find me to be a butcher and full of something.
Then came along one of America's greatest President. No, not the goon who thinks himself to be the greatest, B. Hussein Obama, but rather Abraham Lincoln(R). Thus began the Confederate War and the discourse between those who could not fathom a life without their slaves and a country who wanted every man to be free and equal as our Constitution so eloquently states..."All men are created equal". Lincoln believed that this was a "moral and legal issue, not a military or political one" [A Patriot's History, page 328]..
Aside from the historical Gettysburg Address, Lincoln was also quoted as saying: "With malice towards none; with charity for all; firmness in the right, God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in; to bind up a nation's wounds; to care for him who shall have borne the battle; and for his widow, his orphan - to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves, and with all nations" {A Patriot's History of the United States page 347]
Sadly, Lincoln never saw his plans come to fruition as John Wilkes Booth took our great President with a bullet to the back of the head at Ford Theater on April 15, 1865.
So where are we now? Are we any better than the dreams the Lincoln held so dear, or are we slowly sinking into depravity and a country struggling.. Timothy Leary did a number on amplifying the thoughts of the post Vietnam era. Fuck the family, and all this bullshit. Forget about those U.S. soldiers who fought the enemy in Vietnam, Korea, and other world wars which put the United States and her freedoms in jeopardy. Leary enticed a glossy perversion that really all that matters was sex, drugs and rock & roll. LSD started making it rounds and then a sub-culture was born out of the poet Allen Ginsburg. Those drop outs, or even college graduates of Berkeley started to spout off about their free speech. Did you know that only liberals are allowed the utterance of free speech? Just ask any chicken!
Free love then began. How many of us today came out of that movement, either as a participant or the result of it? I'm raising my hand right now. Also, I am of the latter, It seems to me that the "United" fell right off the paper; which was undoubtedly used to smoke pot with. America started to idolize all types of princes. Sadly none of these morons possessed the ultimate promise of an eternal life in heaven. They may have promised groovy rides while dropping acid, or telling the government to go fuck themselves.
Nixon made a mess of things, whether intentionally or not. I still find him to be one of the greater Presidents of our modern day. Carter was moronic. How my parents voted for the peanut farmer is beyond me. I had an auntie, from South Africa , who came for holiday one year, and during that visit asked,,,"who are the rascals who elected Jimmy Carter?" I pointed my index finger in the direction of her baby brother, my father, the forever liberal. She was a pip, indeed. And called them as she saw them. Then we got Ronald Reagan and the country was once again led by a man of greatness. People who complain, or find themselves dissatisfied with anything Republican, will find fault with Ronnie, but I believe he united our country when we needed it most. And then came Clinton, who while a fairly decent President, seemed to have an overwhelmingly and almost lowborn affection with the brassy, white trash women of America. How many were there? Do we really know? Ms. Lewinsky found out pretty darn fast that love is not a fine Cuban cigar but rather how far Clinton will go to smoke it once he's done flavoring it.
People would ask me, "Ann does it bother you that he had sex with women while in the White House, and no doubt with U.S. Secret Service help"? My answer is always the same. "He could be having sex with barnyard animals for all I care. His dalliances are between him and Mrs. Clinton. What bothers me is that he wasted so much time involving the courts' precious time debating definitions of "Is" and that he lied about it." He lied royally while holding the most important position in our nation. Personally, if I had no choice, and was tied to a chair and forced to look at naked pictures of Barney Frank, I would have voted for Mrs. Clinton. She's a helluva alot smarter than her penis happy husband. But, now she leaves me with great sadness as she sold her soul to getting ahead in politics and stayed with the schmuck. I don't know what to say, Mrs. Clinton.
So, now to modern days Princes. The ones I admire are William and Harry, who have so nobly taken up their mother's passion for helping the common man. They aren't going to assure me a spot in heaven; but my admiration runs deep for those 2 boys.
The KING we seem stuck with at present, this joker in the White House in no Prince. Although for a ride on our tax dollars maybe the Obamas will get "Prince" to perform at the White House. He has no clue about the common man. He has the "audacity" - his favorite word, to stand in front of a crowd and with his mouthpiece, claim that things are so much better. Does he take all Americans for morons? The debt is a wretched mess, unemployment is terrible, the United States credit rating is no longer outstanding. This country no longer has a moral or ethical compass in which to steer by. Isn't the man elected by the people, for people supposed to be leading by example? What example has he set? He got Bin Laden, with the help and surveillance set up by the previous administration, and our tremendous men in arms, the U.S.Navy Seals. Obama likes to play on a team of ONE. He runs a solo show. Just the other day we were informed that none of us built anything. That came as a big shock to the farmer standing in a field, or the rancher in Colorado, the police officer who spends nights protecting the streets, the firemen who say good bye to their families, not knowing if they'll return, What about the Small Business owner who may go out of business as a result of the greatest tax hike in UNITED STATES History otherwise deceptively referred to as ObamaCare.
At night, when all is quiet, and I battle my insomnia, it isn't the "Princes" in current government I am praying to for help, guidance and salvation. It's my Lord and Savior getting me through it. How do you sleep at night?
Monday, July 23, 2012
Get My Gun, Annie Mac
The past few days have been a daze. I was dog sitting at a friend's house ( a future Olympic swimmer if you ask me), and the ever present and almost as annoying insomnia monster came a calling. He finds me no matter where I am. Since I was staying at their house, so that Kenai and Isabul would feel more comfortable, I could not blog. Maybe it's a good thing. I fell asleep at 0300, and at 0600 was awakened by the local Denver station. I usually watch Fox & Friends, but what I saw on Denver's NBC affiliate took my breath away. Massacre at Batman Premier in Aurora, CO - 12 dead, dozens injured, Wait a cotton pickin' minute - now I know that with the pain killers and the insomnia meds I have on board due to a couple of herniated discs, maybe, just maybe, the warning labels meant to say, "Danger, Bizarre dreams and unexplained disasters are possible". But this was no joke, and I sat up in bed, wondering how in the hell did this occur?
Shit, I still recall Columbine. The lack on control you find in your spirit the what ifs, how comes, whys and of course, the OH my God; they all come racing in. A school? A school full of kids! You are helpless to day anything at all. If you have an ounce of compassion, these are the emotions that race through our minds.
I rolled out of bed, which lately is the easiest way to get out of bed due to my back. Took the dog downstairs for his morning ritual, fed the cat, and then got a fresh ice pack. At this point I wasn't going to be missing much as every channel had the same thing on. Well, of course there was the moronic reporter who attempted to link the Tea Party to all of this mess. Really, what fool of a journalist seizes a moment of terror, and turns it into a mocking, finger pointing debacle? PINHEAD AWARD TODAY.
In my mind, I surmised the next finger that was going to start getting pointed would be those who are against gun control and the Second Amendment. Shortly after 0800 MST, the first utterances of gun control started to come forth. I seemed more confused as to what kind of parent brings a 6 year old little girl to a midnight showing of BATMAN. For drying out loud. you should have called me; I would have babysat for free. Do not take me for a person who does not care, but really, 6 year olds belong at home, in bed, dreaming about ice cream cones, fairy princesses and bike riding all summer long. Then came the further irritation of the mother who takes the prize of toting along her 3 month old. Unfortunately, the is no cure for stupidity and dumb. There, I said it.
So, back to the Second Amendment and gun control. Some lament that if any of the poor souls in the front rows had legally concealed weapons, perhaps they could have taken this orange haired crazy fool down. Easy to say, hard to do. I'm a fairly good shot, but to be blinded by a tear gas canister, in blackness, and chaos, the last thing we'd want to see is unprofessional gun ownership, taking shots at anything moving. And before any one disputes me, GUNS DON'T KILL PEOPLE, PEOPLE KILL PEOPLE.
So, here we are, back on the Right to Bear Arms and the Second Amendment. This country has been around for some 237 years, and up until the POTUS started thinking he could, should and most undoubtedly will re-write some of our constitutional rights and "guidelines", there has never been a fear that resonates through my law abiding body more than the thought of someone attempting to legally remove me from my guns. This house has some plurality to it, and neither my husband nor I are irrational human beings. My husband, a former military soldier and retired police officer is an excellent shot. I feel safe around him. I've got a rather mean right hook, and some nice red hot pepper spray that will put you down fast. We feel safe.
What scares the living hell out of me is that when horrific, and unexplainable tragedies occur here in our country, the first thing nut bag politicians want to do is start a gun ban. They compare us to foreign shores who have gun control. Sure, other countries may have control, but they also lack precious civil rights, And after this madman exterminated 12 innocent people he then told them how he had booby trapped his apartment. So, what do you do when facing a madman who is dead set on killing? Anyone who experiences violence and reality on the streets, knows that guns are easy to but for a price. No waiting periods, nothing. You simply put the word out that you want a "piece". And I am not joking.
People can use England as an example when it comes to guns. Bobbies don't carry weapons. But, look back into Britis history and read about how many people have been killed. Go to Ireland and ask how many of our poor Irish relatives have lost their lives due to other killing devices, including bombs.
Meanwhile, Mr. Responsible is at a gun store, looking and learning about guns and how they operate, what is best for home protection, what he can and should be able to handle. People take CCW classes for the purpose of carrying a weapon, legally.
The Second Amendment was written for a reason. To protect us from our government, which lately is dangerously close to stripping our rights from us. Shame on each and every person who thought hope and change were going to save us all. But, that's another blog.
What I want, and thus far are still legally to do is put a hole in the face of a bad man illegally entering my home with the intent to inflict harm against me or my family. I will not hesitate to put a hole in them. I'm a God fearing Catholic who thinks nothing of pulling the trigger on a criminal who enters my home illegally, or whom I might meet on a street, hell bent on rape.
I don't tread lightly. And I'm not dead either.
GOD BLESS ALL THOSE FROM AURORA WHO FELL WHERE THEY STOOD, THE HEROES WHO TRIED TO SHIELD THEIR LOVED ONES, AND TO THOSE RECOVERING OF THEIR WOUNDS. GOD IS WITH YOU!
Shit, I still recall Columbine. The lack on control you find in your spirit the what ifs, how comes, whys and of course, the OH my God; they all come racing in. A school? A school full of kids! You are helpless to day anything at all. If you have an ounce of compassion, these are the emotions that race through our minds.
I rolled out of bed, which lately is the easiest way to get out of bed due to my back. Took the dog downstairs for his morning ritual, fed the cat, and then got a fresh ice pack. At this point I wasn't going to be missing much as every channel had the same thing on. Well, of course there was the moronic reporter who attempted to link the Tea Party to all of this mess. Really, what fool of a journalist seizes a moment of terror, and turns it into a mocking, finger pointing debacle? PINHEAD AWARD TODAY.
In my mind, I surmised the next finger that was going to start getting pointed would be those who are against gun control and the Second Amendment. Shortly after 0800 MST, the first utterances of gun control started to come forth. I seemed more confused as to what kind of parent brings a 6 year old little girl to a midnight showing of BATMAN. For drying out loud. you should have called me; I would have babysat for free. Do not take me for a person who does not care, but really, 6 year olds belong at home, in bed, dreaming about ice cream cones, fairy princesses and bike riding all summer long. Then came the further irritation of the mother who takes the prize of toting along her 3 month old. Unfortunately, the is no cure for stupidity and dumb. There, I said it.
So, back to the Second Amendment and gun control. Some lament that if any of the poor souls in the front rows had legally concealed weapons, perhaps they could have taken this orange haired crazy fool down. Easy to say, hard to do. I'm a fairly good shot, but to be blinded by a tear gas canister, in blackness, and chaos, the last thing we'd want to see is unprofessional gun ownership, taking shots at anything moving. And before any one disputes me, GUNS DON'T KILL PEOPLE, PEOPLE KILL PEOPLE.
So, here we are, back on the Right to Bear Arms and the Second Amendment. This country has been around for some 237 years, and up until the POTUS started thinking he could, should and most undoubtedly will re-write some of our constitutional rights and "guidelines", there has never been a fear that resonates through my law abiding body more than the thought of someone attempting to legally remove me from my guns. This house has some plurality to it, and neither my husband nor I are irrational human beings. My husband, a former military soldier and retired police officer is an excellent shot. I feel safe around him. I've got a rather mean right hook, and some nice red hot pepper spray that will put you down fast. We feel safe.
What scares the living hell out of me is that when horrific, and unexplainable tragedies occur here in our country, the first thing nut bag politicians want to do is start a gun ban. They compare us to foreign shores who have gun control. Sure, other countries may have control, but they also lack precious civil rights, And after this madman exterminated 12 innocent people he then told them how he had booby trapped his apartment. So, what do you do when facing a madman who is dead set on killing? Anyone who experiences violence and reality on the streets, knows that guns are easy to but for a price. No waiting periods, nothing. You simply put the word out that you want a "piece". And I am not joking.
People can use England as an example when it comes to guns. Bobbies don't carry weapons. But, look back into Britis history and read about how many people have been killed. Go to Ireland and ask how many of our poor Irish relatives have lost their lives due to other killing devices, including bombs.
Meanwhile, Mr. Responsible is at a gun store, looking and learning about guns and how they operate, what is best for home protection, what he can and should be able to handle. People take CCW classes for the purpose of carrying a weapon, legally.
The Second Amendment was written for a reason. To protect us from our government, which lately is dangerously close to stripping our rights from us. Shame on each and every person who thought hope and change were going to save us all. But, that's another blog.
What I want, and thus far are still legally to do is put a hole in the face of a bad man illegally entering my home with the intent to inflict harm against me or my family. I will not hesitate to put a hole in them. I'm a God fearing Catholic who thinks nothing of pulling the trigger on a criminal who enters my home illegally, or whom I might meet on a street, hell bent on rape.
I don't tread lightly. And I'm not dead either.
GOD BLESS ALL THOSE FROM AURORA WHO FELL WHERE THEY STOOD, THE HEROES WHO TRIED TO SHIELD THEIR LOVED ONES, AND TO THOSE RECOVERING OF THEIR WOUNDS. GOD IS WITH YOU!
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
B. Hussein Obama's Mailing List
So, friends with Irish lineage - what the hell to do with them? You gotta love 'em, well, mostly because they're of the fine line of Craic, which you can really only possess if you have Irish genes. The Craic that is - not the friend. Although truth be told, being Irish does give some of us a head start.
So, this fine Irish friend, who thought she was being funny (more like HILARIOUS), got her little fingers planted on her Internet keyboard and signed my name to B. Hussein Obama's mailing list. Oh the joy and frivolities she must have been having, as she was typing in my email address, giggling and thinking, "Oh, I'm getting Annie Mac good this time". It's insulting enough, and actually illegal, that some angry liberal (believe me folks, they ain't all loving, peace filled hippies)scratched the "R" off my ROMNEY bumper sticker on my car. A crime by the way - and when I find YOU - well watch out, I'm Irish and I am just going to mention the BOONDOCK SAINTS once.
Back to the mailing list. This cracker of the Craic entered my name to the list. I suppose she thought she was being clever. Well, here's where the story goes awry. Apparently, there are only wooden headed dummies working at B. Hussein Obama's re-election headquarters. For months I have tried, in vain, to get my name off their lists. First, I did the rational thing, which was to push the "unsubscribe" button. This did nothing. Wow, just like the POTUS' presidency thus far. Nothing. See, even his website propaganda is filled with lies. Then I actually emailed the website master and politely asked (I know some of you find that one difficult to imagine) to be removed from their mailing lists. No go. The emails keep coming.
They've been so much fun to read. At least a hundred. Do you know what it's like to push the "delete" button 100+times, and get no results? Again, it's just like Barry's presidency. NO RESULTS. I have felt a surge of female power, because Michelle Obama also sends me emails inviting me to events that will not cost too much; a couple thousand. Since I am one of the many UNEMPLOYED Americans unable to find a job right now, a couple thousand should be no problem at all. I can just pull it out of my ass, the $100k, I mean. In times of a recession, just where do these clueless pinheads think the money is going to come from? And quite frankly, eating a bowl of white rice and beans, which costs about .99, while watching Bill O'Reilly is more appealing than having to listen to windbag Barry O' at a dinner where the meal was prepared by one of those lucky "Dream Act" recipients.
Now, again, being Irish, we have luck. I find pennies on the ground from time to time. Pennies from heaven. Thank you God. You do hear my prayers. I'm not complaining, mind you, but a $50 might help a little bit more. But, if a penny is all you can give in this recession; rain, rain, rain! But, that Irish luck thus far has been unable to get me off this stupid mailing list.
Why, just the other day, I saw that I had over looked an email from Sarah Jessica Parker. I thought she was busy with SEX IN THE CITY and making Patenene commercials. But no, Sarah (since she has my email address, we're on a first name basis) was inviting me to her house for a dinner date with Barry. Oh, the joy and elation of getting that invitation. Next thing you know, I might even get invited to her next colonoscopy or rectal bleaching. SO, I ask myself, "Annie Mac, should you have gone? If you had that kind of money would you have gone to your new BFF's house for $100k, and had an overcooked meal with Barry?"
What THE HECK is this country coming to? Oh Lord please forgive me, as I have said a curse word. I take an Irish blessing for that one. Sorry. But, this mailing list is driving me nuts.
So, two days ago, in the state of mourning, and on some serious painkillers for my back, I wrote to Mrs. Barry O'Bunny and told her that if she got my name off the mailing list, I'd dip my hair in a vat of acid. Can you believe that? Now, for those who do not like me - the list is simply too long to mention, doesn't the mere image of my head in a vat of acid sound like something fun? Apparently, Mrs. O'Bunny and I must be "friends" now. That's how her emails are addressed to me..."Dear Friend".
I am not quite sure what my next step is. I've been unable to locate a phone number on any of these emails. And the "contact us" site has just stirred my loins into getting even more emails. It also managed to get me the BFF Sarah invite.
This whack job, O'Bummy, who apparently has failed to keep any of his hope and change promises is now haunting me. It's a morning ritual: A cup of coffee, Fox & Friends on the tele, and emails from my friend Barry.
Oh wait, I forgot that other morning ritual that involves a flush. Maybe that will work. Cheers folks!
So, this fine Irish friend, who thought she was being funny (more like HILARIOUS), got her little fingers planted on her Internet keyboard and signed my name to B. Hussein Obama's mailing list. Oh the joy and frivolities she must have been having, as she was typing in my email address, giggling and thinking, "Oh, I'm getting Annie Mac good this time". It's insulting enough, and actually illegal, that some angry liberal (believe me folks, they ain't all loving, peace filled hippies)scratched the "R" off my ROMNEY bumper sticker on my car. A crime by the way - and when I find YOU - well watch out, I'm Irish and I am just going to mention the BOONDOCK SAINTS once.
Back to the mailing list. This cracker of the Craic entered my name to the list. I suppose she thought she was being clever. Well, here's where the story goes awry. Apparently, there are only wooden headed dummies working at B. Hussein Obama's re-election headquarters. For months I have tried, in vain, to get my name off their lists. First, I did the rational thing, which was to push the "unsubscribe" button. This did nothing. Wow, just like the POTUS' presidency thus far. Nothing. See, even his website propaganda is filled with lies. Then I actually emailed the website master and politely asked (I know some of you find that one difficult to imagine) to be removed from their mailing lists. No go. The emails keep coming.
They've been so much fun to read. At least a hundred. Do you know what it's like to push the "delete" button 100+times, and get no results? Again, it's just like Barry's presidency. NO RESULTS. I have felt a surge of female power, because Michelle Obama also sends me emails inviting me to events that will not cost too much; a couple thousand. Since I am one of the many UNEMPLOYED Americans unable to find a job right now, a couple thousand should be no problem at all. I can just pull it out of my ass, the $100k, I mean. In times of a recession, just where do these clueless pinheads think the money is going to come from? And quite frankly, eating a bowl of white rice and beans, which costs about .99, while watching Bill O'Reilly is more appealing than having to listen to windbag Barry O' at a dinner where the meal was prepared by one of those lucky "Dream Act" recipients.
Now, again, being Irish, we have luck. I find pennies on the ground from time to time. Pennies from heaven. Thank you God. You do hear my prayers. I'm not complaining, mind you, but a $50 might help a little bit more. But, if a penny is all you can give in this recession; rain, rain, rain! But, that Irish luck thus far has been unable to get me off this stupid mailing list.
Why, just the other day, I saw that I had over looked an email from Sarah Jessica Parker. I thought she was busy with SEX IN THE CITY and making Patenene commercials. But no, Sarah (since she has my email address, we're on a first name basis) was inviting me to her house for a dinner date with Barry. Oh, the joy and elation of getting that invitation. Next thing you know, I might even get invited to her next colonoscopy or rectal bleaching. SO, I ask myself, "Annie Mac, should you have gone? If you had that kind of money would you have gone to your new BFF's house for $100k, and had an overcooked meal with Barry?"
What THE HECK is this country coming to? Oh Lord please forgive me, as I have said a curse word. I take an Irish blessing for that one. Sorry. But, this mailing list is driving me nuts.
So, two days ago, in the state of mourning, and on some serious painkillers for my back, I wrote to Mrs. Barry O'Bunny and told her that if she got my name off the mailing list, I'd dip my hair in a vat of acid. Can you believe that? Now, for those who do not like me - the list is simply too long to mention, doesn't the mere image of my head in a vat of acid sound like something fun? Apparently, Mrs. O'Bunny and I must be "friends" now. That's how her emails are addressed to me..."Dear Friend".
I am not quite sure what my next step is. I've been unable to locate a phone number on any of these emails. And the "contact us" site has just stirred my loins into getting even more emails. It also managed to get me the BFF Sarah invite.
This whack job, O'Bummy, who apparently has failed to keep any of his hope and change promises is now haunting me. It's a morning ritual: A cup of coffee, Fox & Friends on the tele, and emails from my friend Barry.
Oh wait, I forgot that other morning ritual that involves a flush. Maybe that will work. Cheers folks!
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