Friday, September 12, 2014

Flag lowered over Pentagon

I really didn't care for the symbolism, yesterday, of the flag coming down over the Pentagon.  Really, really, really didn't like that.  I have to wonder if the twatwaffle that thought of the whole lowering of flags to "honor" the attacks have forgotten our national anthem:
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
The flag needs to never be lowered to "honor" victims of a war declaration.  If anything, it should be raised higher.  Because lowering it?  Yeah, I can see that in honor of something like Sandy Hook, or Columbine, where lone crazy attacks the completely innocent.

When it's brought to half-staff in "honor" of the victims of enemy action during time of war...that stinks of surrender.

And that...that can fuck off.

Friday, September 5, 2014

Another list

A good friend of mine was hospitalized at the start of the week because her insulin prescription ran out, and the pharmacy, which is not in town, but is the only pharmacy covered, declared that they'd tried to reach her doctor (lies), but never got a refill order, so she could just bugger off to the hospital with DKA.  Because an emergency 'scrip is far more than they can afford.  So the "Affordable" Care Act and the machinations it's forced insurance companies into to be able to stay afloat can fuck the fuck off.  And King Putt can chansawdomize himself with a rusty, poorly lubricated chansaw that jerks to stops and starts at random intervals.

The lightning storm that blew the fucking AC compressor off the fucking unit can FTFO.  The kids have been whiny, the cats have been whiny, and I've completely lacked patience with the cats underfoot and the kids' acting out.  Thank God that was under warranty--otherwise...yeah, it would hurt family finances.  A lot.  As it is, it's still going to smart.  And that can fuck off, too.

And, once again, nursemaid's elbow can fuck the fucking fuck off.  One of the pixie's preschool classmates had her daddy cause a case.  I don't know who was more distressed, the little girl or her daddy.  And yes, I did help. 

Friday, August 29, 2014

To US District Judge Clark Whaddoups--

You, sir, are an unmitigated fool and an ass.  You, sir, in your fucking retarded fucking ruling that polygamy is protected under an individual's first amendment rights to freedom of religion, have sentenced us to challenges by goat-fuckers flooding the country through our open borders to the south. 

It isn't just the fundamentalist Mormons who practice polygamy in their religion, you mouth-breathing fuckwit.

May your daughter (should you have one) marry into the harem of a Muslim man who believes in the gentle corrections dictated by Shari'a law, without knowing what she's getting into.  And may you realize, at that moment, that it's your own fucking fault for the fucking stupid legal decision you made that opened the door for it.

Friday, August 22, 2014

getting sick...

So, the pixie caught something from one of the little snot-gobblers that she goes to preschool with last week.  About Tuesday night, I caught it.  I've spent two-thirds of the first week back to class sick.  And that can fuck off.

Here's hoping I don't lose my voice next week.  

Friday, August 15, 2014

forgetting things while you're out...

So, this morning, I don't have much.  The imp started kindergarten yesterday, and the pixie started preschool this morning.  We went to Walmart for a couple of things, then decided we were going to go to Sam's Club...then totally forgot to go to Sam's Club, and had to backtrack after we'd gotten 90% of the way home.

Took almost forty minutes off my planned cleaning-without-kids-underfoot time. 

Being forgetful can fuck off.

Friday, August 8, 2014

I can't rant.

My rage-o-meter has pegged out past red because of happenings in a friend's life, recently.  I just can't work up much of a head of steamed to be able to write out profanity-laced rants over politicians "losing" money, or wasting money, or about the "Affordable" Care Act, or about anything else, really.  I've been angry about the current situation since late May, and I'm just...tired.  Numbed.  Exhausted by the level of anger* I've maintained for months. 

Have at it.  Tell the world what has made your week suck.  I'm signing off, and gonna go write.

*Anger which has been enhanced by constant dick moves made by the emotionally abusive party in the situation.  The party who fled the state and started the whole fucking mess, and who has continued to attempt to manipulate, prod, and abuse the party who didn't flee the state in an attempt to gain justification of their lovingly-maintained one-sided narrative that their victim is actually the abuser.

Friday, July 25, 2014

*cough, choke, cough*

I'm better, but this lingering bit of chest congestion can fuck the fucking fuck off.  With knobs.  And cheese.