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Every now and again there are just too many choice bits of  buffoonery to deal with  at one time.  One has to eat the gigantic, odoriferous, malignant elephant in the room one minute bite at a time.  Such is todays round up of fribble.

Obama Getting His News from Andrew Sullivan Now– well Obama might as well, no one else does.

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EPA official compares enforcement to crucifixions– So riddle me this Batman, a government official suggesting people he disagrees with should be crucified.  Well at least they’re not saying the government should burn down peoples houses or stage violent protests if they disagree with you. Of course this is how adults deal with disagreement.  A civil society noshes on it’s own when there are issues and problems to be discussed. (If you watch the video be prepared for disgusting language).

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Jesse Jackson says white people want to see blacks getting murdered.

2 charged in Oak Park beating motivated by Trayvon Martin killing, official says.

Alabama man’s attack not being investigated as hate crime, despite claims of ‘justice for Trayvon’

Horrifying: 13-Year-Old White Boy Set On Fire In Racially-Charged …

Texas Woodlands mother killed and newborn baby kidnapped …

If that’s the case we’re doing a pretty sad job of getting it done.

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Then there’s the  TSA in all it’s gory glory

and here

and here

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As far as the prostitution scandal goes, it can join Contraceptive-gate,  Rush-gate, the Buffet Rule (which you know is focused against one individual), Reverend Wright,  race agenda, gay agenda in the never ending list of distractions offered up by the Obama administration.  Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.

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And so I wish you a good day with lots of opportunities to laugh, love and play. Good day!

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Whether I’m a Romney fan or not.  Whether I’m a conservative or not. Whether I’m female or not this is without a doubt the most offensive, disgusting, patronizing, pile of horse( you know what) I’ve ever seen.

“She never worked a day in her life”.  Really so tell me Ms Hilary (what a surprise there) Rosen, who raises your children?  Do you pay someone to do that for you? Who teaches your children morality and civil behavior, right from wrong, as it were? A day care provider, public schools or maybe you’re lucky enough to send them to private schools.   Do you have more than the 2.3 children so popular with liberals today?  Of course maybe you don’t have children.  Maybe you feel that babies and children are a curse, a cancer on the planet who will get in the way of your high minded, liberal utopia. Maybe you think that you’ll miss all the fun stuff you want to do.  Maybe you think that like a dog or cat, a child left at home even with a babysitter isn’t worth the money you’d have to pay for someone to watch them.  Not to mention their sticky fingers on your white furniture and muddy paw(footprints) on your pristine white rug.

NEVER WORKED A DAY- Let me tell you about a mothers day.  It usually begins before sun up when the baby needs to be fed, then there’s the boys to get up, fed and ready for school.  A mom gets a break after the children have gone to school so that she can then, depending on the amount of money they have to live on, bake bread (yes people still do that) do the grocery shopping, clean the house, tend the baby. If the baby sleeps the mom might also sleep because by 12 noon she is just beginning the longest part of her day.  She picks up the children from school, takes them to any classes they might attend, comes home, makes, dinner (most of the time, depending on money) home cooked, then there’s homework to supervise, dinner to clean up, baths, scriptures to read, prayer to say and finally bed time except for the baby who will be awake another 2 to 3 hours and get up at least one more time at night.

And this is if there are no teenagers in the house.  Once they go to high school the activity in most families escalates X10. We don’t even need to talk about what happens when they get sick.  Imagine if you would 5-6 children with strep throat or the flu or chicken pox.   Imagine 200+  concerts and about the same parent teacher conferences, the hours spent on homework and projects.  Mrs. Romney’s boys, like my own, probably also did scouting which is very parent involved and then there’s sports.

I never wanted to be anything but a mom.  It was my career.  Thanks to your boss I now have to go out in the world as an old lady and try to find someone to hire me.  I’m faced with foul mouthed, arrogant, obnoxious morons everyday and those are just the women, so please don’t tell me how oppressed I was.  I never had to listen to some pretend adult who uses the F word like punctuation in my home.  We had more respect for each other than that.

I spent 27 years raising my 6 children and nowhere since then have I had a more exhausting, busy, frustrating, wonderful, blessed experience than being “just a mom”.  I’m sorry you don’t have any respect for that.  It makes it hard for me to have respect for people who make light of, or fun of something they don’t try understand or who aren’t tolerant of someone else’s “choice”.  I hadn’t planned on voting for your boss Ms Rosen but now I think I’ll spread this little gem as far and wide as I can.  I hope he won’t be able get elected “pooper scooper in chief.”  Try to pick this one up from the clean end………..I dare you.

Oh and just a little tip.  Anne Romney suffers from Multiple Sclerosis.  I guess that’s so much less debilitating than having too much junk in the trunk (of which the press is not allowed to comment on).  Way to go, as with Trig Palin, picking on the disabled………..that’s so liberal of you.

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Today is my 35th year anniversary.  On this day 35 years ago my husband and I got married.  I was in school he was in the Navy and after a few LONG months we moved together to his first duty station. In those days we did things somewhat differently, we got married before we had a baby.  Because of the swiftness of our wedding (once we decided to get married) there were people counting on their fingers but when the first anniversary arrived without the pitter patter of little feet people stopped counting. By the time our son was born three years later my gestation period rivaled the elephant. Our second baby  a girl didn’t take near as long, go figure and arrived 22 months after the first. The first one must have been a fluke.  Over the coming years we welcomed what would be six little darlings into our family. All are grown mostly, with only one in high school, 4 who have children of their own, 5 who are or will be married by the end of summer.

Why did this come to mind today?  Partly because it’s the day our family really began but partly because the shape of the world is such a mess. I never envisioned the complete lack of humanity that would become normal 35 years later.  I remember my grandparents who lived in “Pig Town” as the poor Irish neighborhood they lived in was called complaining that as folks moved into the suburbs those who took their places lacked the morals and ethical behavior that holds civilized society together.  My family was poor, Irish railroad workers who died from Consumption (TB) all except the youngest child, my grandmother.  She remembered that even in the worst of times, the Great Depression,  people didn’t have to lock their doors.  They weren’t afraid to walk the streets no matter what time it was,  that they looked out for each other but they were especially careful with visitors.  They were brought up on the “Good Samaritan” gospel account.  It was just how they were.

Today we have gone back to tribal living.  Only now tribes contain folks who are ideologically pure instead of racially pure.  The outcome of tribal war between groups is just as devastating as physical war.  This group think emboldens the fanatical and makes the average person uncomfortable with either side allowing the fringe to gain foot holds where they never had before.  Peter Pan children who’ve never grown up are in positions of authority playing Neverland games with the lives of those they are supposed to protect.  The crock with it’s ticking clock continues to shadow the Peter and Capt. Hooks not caring which of the two he devours first.  The Wendy character who brought common sense to the story has morphed into one of the lost boys and we are left with Tinker Bell , a devious, nasty, envious little person who would rather see everything fail if they can’t have what they want. Of the Lost Boys and Indian Tribes we might not even mention.  They float through life, living off the government, churches and who ever they can con into bankrolling them, never getting ahead, never suffering the consequences of their inactivity.

So I apologize to my children and grandchildren for not understanding the problem and for not doing something about the problem before it got to this point.  I apologize to those who came before me for letting them down and for allowing what they worked, bled and died for to become corrupted.   I’m afraid that sooner rather than later the tribes are going to have to go.  We are going to have to learn how to get along even when we disagree.  We are going to have to learn how to deal with each other in a civilized manner or we’re going to have to learn how to exist on a apocalyptical crippled planet. It’s our choice.  Not the government or the church or the corporation.  We the people, us, the citizenry.  It’s time we showed the bullies who the real bosses are.  Time to insist that government works for us, time to let certain churches know that the days of convert or die have expired and time to let the corporations know there are things we can and will do without, starting with Hollywood and the main stream media.

I hope it is not too late.  I hope there are enough patriots and civilized human beings to go around.  Like those who supported Obama in the last election though, I think the ship has sailed and left us standing on the bank.  Peter, Capt. Hook and Tinkerbell have all deserted us.

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