Saturday, April 30, 2016

Alzheimer's Disease, Nursing Homes, and the Last Ten Things Of Thankful

What a happy couple they were twelve years ago.
How things can change.
Normally, I attempt sarcasm laced with humor.

Notice I say, "Attempt."

This post is not going to follow the norm.

For the past few months, my humor has, for the most part, left me. 

No, Gabriella and Faletamie are fine, although her posts seemed to draw less and less views overall.  So, she's now sliding into a fit of depression and Faletamie is suffering her wrath and fury it seems to bring.  Don't worry, though, he'll be alright.

No, I've been dealing with some major personal problems.  Some have to do with finances, others much more important.

What?  There's nothing that will drag you down faster than money problems is there?

Yes, there is.  

Alzheimer's Disease is a terrible malady that affects much of our elderly population.  My stepmother is suffering from this.  Since it initiated after a stroke eight years ago, it has done nothing but get worse and worse.  In fact, unlike some instances, this is showing no signs of stabilizing.

Almost every day I've had off work, I'd drive 200+ miles to Indiana to assist my 82-year-old father and the situation he's found himself ensnared in the middle.  It's a place he never saw himself entering.  It's been a battle with the state of Indiana over the guardianship of the woman he's loved for decades ... his wife ... my stepmother.


Because in her mental state, she has wandered.  In remembering her younger years, she started sneaking out of the house when my father was busy in the basement or out in the garage and wandering the neighborhood wanting only to talk and visit with her old friends.  She would arrive at a neighbor's home, knock on the door, be admitted inside, and start conversations.  Unfortunately, the neighbors recognized she was somewhat "spacey" in her thoughts, and instead of calling my father, called the police.

One time of this happening is too much for the law to accept in the state of Indiana.  As my father thought it only her wanting to be a "friendly neighbor", he allowed his guard to drop.  The police were called to bring her home a total of three times because of this.  

As a result, the state agency of Adult Protective Services came into the picture.  Since my father had not controlled her "wanderings", they declared him incompetent in properly protecting her and have now used the court system to become her legal guardian.

There were several things that could have been done to have prevented this.  Had my father installed different "inside" locks on the doors, eliminating her chances of "wandering", the police would never have been called multiple times.  Of course, this would have made her a prisoner in her own home, but she wouldn't now be in the care of the state.  He could also have notified me upon the first occurrence.  We could have discussed the law, his responsibilities, and the way people no longer accept being exposed to an "inferior" being.  Times and tolerance have definitely changed.  Also, had one of her children stepped up and accepted Power of Attorney for her (as instant guardianship takes place in the state of Indiana).  They could have created a buffer and allowed for alternatives to be initiated.  

Unfortunately, they're happy with not having to deal with her in her current state.  Only one of three has visited her in a nursing home in the last three months.  I had to make the decision to eliminate myself from her possible guardianship as I could foresee lawsuits forthcoming from her children over every financial move I would have to make.

Last year, after the death of an uncle, I saw the problems my cousin had with the legal system.  I immediately had my father take his home out of his and her name and put it in his and mine.  That way, it can't be counted as her asset and used to boot my father out in the cold to pay for her healthcare.  In addition, we've also had Power of Attorney assigned to me for my father.  So, before the state starts playing games concerning his mental state they have to get through me.  

I'm not as naive nor as easy a prey as my father.  If they try, they will learn this.

Monday, my stepmother was moved from her first nursing home to another at the order of the court and recommendation of her newly assigned guardian.  As she had gotten close to many at the first nursing home, it was sad to see her finally understand she wouldn't go back to them after court.  We took her to the new nursing home, instead, and watched the shock set in.

Shock?  Yes, as this new place is the place that she will never leave.  As you walk in, you see those that have no sense of awareness roaming the halls and the gathering rooms.  Wheelchairs abound holding those that stare into space in hopes of seeing a light to provide them escape from their inescapable "care" prison.  Sadness prevails as many sit, wringing their hands, humming some tune from their past that gave them pleasure at one time, but now only builds a swinging bridge between life and death.

Even the air is heavy with the smell of medicine, messed adult diapers, and antiseptic cleaner that attempts to wash away the despair and hopelessness of those forced to remain against their wills.  Oh, the staff does their best to be upbeat and friendly while visitors are present, but it almost seems hypocritical to the setting they provide.

My father spent eight hours every day with her at the previous nursing home, and is doing the same at the present.  I see him starting to drift somewhat as his exposure to the morbid surroundings and the entire lack of hope being emitted by the occupants creep into his psyche.  I believe he looks into the near future, sees himself also being confined (losing all he's worked his whole life for) and is beginning to accept death as a welcome alternative.

As if all of the above wasn't enough, my uncle has now been diagnosed with cancer in several areas of his body.  He now resides in my stepmother's previous nursing home awaiting word to either start treatment or allow fate to take its due course.  

So, today's Ten Things of Thankful will not be based on the oddities of the news, as is usually the case.  Nor, will it be based on Prince's death, the political forefront, or how much Beyonce's overpriced new album stinks.  (Sorry, there's one or two good songs, but I'm really tired of middle finger songs and her attempts to rap like her husband.)

No, today's TTOT will be somewhat useful to anyone that has to drive extended distances often, as I have found myself doing.  That will be a relief for some, and a disappointment for others that tend to enjoy the madness I usually present.  (Believe it or not, there is an audience that likes it, lol.)

So, without further ado, this week, 
I'm Thankful For:

1)  Flash Drives.  USB stereo connections in new cars are a life saver on long drives.  I've most of my 9,000+ CD music collection transferred to them now, and there's nothing nicer than being able to put one in that provides you with a choice of over 250 albums.  Whether you're in the mood for Classics, New Music, Country, Jazz, Rock, Blues, Showtunes, or Old Time Radio Programs, it's simply a matter of finding which flash drive contains what you want, plugging it in, and concentrating on the drive instead of changing CD's every 35-50 minutes.  All you need is a bowl of popcorn and a beer to really enjoy the drive!

2)  Navigation Units.  Driving one way 200+ miles can become boring, especially when you have to do it often.  So, why not be somewhat experimental?  Drive an extra 30 miles past your exit and set your navigation to configure a new route home!  I've seen some great Amish farmlands that I would have never have seen otherwise by doing this, and one way actually proved faster than the initial route!  Give it a shot, be adventurous, and see what else the world has to offer.  Just be careful of little redneck places called "The Dew Drop Inn".

3)  Dollar Tree Stores.  Going back and forth has given me an opportunity to visit my real mother's grave site more often.  Noticing that her grave, the grave of my grandparents, and that of my aunt's had gone somewhat ignored, I stopped and purchased flowers for the side urns.  Upon my next visit, I found the urns had either been robbed, or a storm had blown the flowers away.  Dollar Tree sells a nice grouping of flowers for a buck.  So, for four dollars a grave, I've been able to keep them supplied and looking somewhat better than I originally found them.  And, if a storm or thief happens to take them away, replacement is fairly inexpensive.  Oh, and Dollar Tree Stores have the old snack food "Bugles" for only a dollar a bag.  Just don't tip over the jar of salsa between your legs while you're driving.

4)  Arby's Market Fresh Turkey/Bacon/Ranch Sandwiches.
 This has become a staple for my return trips home.  It's fairly easy to eat while traveling two-lane backroads that are light on traffic, very filling, and you don't have the weary feeling you get from the greaseburgers and fries other fast food joints offer, although the red onion may make you burp a few times (or fart, if you so desire and are alone in the car).  Add a large Diet Mountain Dew and you're good for 200 miles or more!  

5)  Local College Magnets.  If you're going to be traveling out of state often, stop and purchase a set of local college magnets to put on the back of your car.  That way, the police (that are looking for out of state drivers to give speeding tickets to) will give you a break thinking you live in-state most of the time!  Just make sure you take them off of your car before entering your own state, especially if there's a major basketball or football rivalry between the populace!  Oh, and if in either Indiana or Kentucky, remember, Duke magnets are not allowed as substitutes!

6)  Speedway Gas Stations.  Normally, I'm a Shell Station man.  However, I've found that Speedway has the best restrooms of any of the quickie gas stops.  Generally, they achieve almost a "clean" rating, which is rare for a gas station.  (Most will gag you with the smell as you open the door.)  In addition, gas is usually cheaper than at other hometown stations, and the drinks are priced properly.  Stay away from their five hour old pizza, though, as it will not mix well with the Market Fresh Sandwich and you'll be forced to drive with your windows open even in a rainstorm.

7)  Relatives.  Some are good and some are bad.  I have a few that are worth everything to me, and others that, like myself, left the hometown and don't have much to do with those that stayed.  Since the problems started at home, I've found that those that remained are more apt to come to your assistance than the others.  They maintained the "family" philosophy, instead of allowing society to taint their mentality with thoughts of only "what's in it for me."  I treasure those that have been there for me and my father and only wish the others could appreciate what we once had can still be there.  It only takes a little effort.  Oh well, the longer they stay away the fewer Christmas present obligations there are!

8)  Hometowns.  I grew up in Spencer and moved to Bloomington for college (before and after the military).  I knew most of the streets, the locations of all the businesses, and many of the people.  That was over thirty years ago.  Things change.  Still, the basics of these two municipalities have remained almost the same.  It's like a trip into my youth to walk the streets on which I roamed.  No, my old grocery store employer has been torn down, and the drive-in restaurants have been replaced with McDonald's and a real estate office, but the memories are stronger with each visit.  And, thank God the judge that swore he'd throw me in jail if I was ever caught with any drug is dead and gone!  Whatta dumbass!

9)  Passing Lanes.  Two lane highways are a relaxing way to travel, but can be frustrating as well.  There's nothing like getting behind a car or old pick-up truck doing 35 in a 55 zone.  Luckily, passing lanes save one's sanity when all the passing zones have proved fruitless due to oncoming traffic.  Unfortunately, there are just not enough of them.  However, I've learned that attempting to make your own in the side grass off the road is dangerous and may contain cement drainage ditches, so be patient.

10)  Home.  As Dorothy repeated over and over in "The Wizard Of Oz", "There's no place like home, there's no place like home ..."Toto!  Quit humping my leg!" 

Although financial woes, a tired wife, and two bitchy cats await me, there's nothing like pulling into my driveway, shutting off the road weary Mazda CX-3, and walking into my own home.  I just wish I could spend more time there, as everyone does.  Perhaps, one day ...  

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That's going to do it for Ten Things Of Thankful.  I honestly don't know when I'll be returning as there are other things that are more of a priority at this time. 

 I do wish to thank all that have visited here over the past few years, and especially each and every one of you that have commented. I've cherished each and every word you've shared with me.

This isn't the end, but only a long break.  However, if the writing bug hits me and the humor finally returns, I'll let you know.  

Until then,


Friday, March 25, 2016

Gabriela, No Trump, and back to Sarcasm with a shorter TTOT!

Once again, my Demon Cat, Gabriela, wakes up from her fitful sleep, clears the acrid Satan smoke from around her ears and makes herself known.

"Can I tell another story
 this week?"


"Why not?"

"Because my views were down 50% by putting you in my blog."

"It's because your blog is too long for most to enjoy."

"And your story didn't make it 
any shorter!"

"It's because you've become too preachy 
about all the social problems in the world."

"I agree, but I can stop that just like I can stop you!"

"But, I'm really good looking.  People like good looking cats.  
They don't like fat, old men that do nothing but bitch, bitch, bitch!"

"Have you looked in a mirror lately?  If your whiskers are supposed to tell you how wide of an opening you can get through yours need to grow another three inches on each side."

"But, I don't bitch."

"No, you ARE a bitch."

"I can't argue with that."

"Didn't think you could."

"But, don't you love me anymore?"

"Stop looking like you're gonna cry.  Of course I love you.  You still get your Little Friskies every night and your Cat Chow every morning don't you?"

"You're making me fat so no one will ever love me."

"You don't have to eat it."

"Right.  How do you expect me not to eat when you stick it right
 in front of me.  Plus, I see you eating all the time.  
What an example you set!"

"So, if I stop eating and stop putting out the Cat Chow, you'll stop complaining?"

"Let's not go to extremes, now.  I do like my Cat Chow."

"Prefer me do away with the Little Friskies?"

"Prefer me to use my claws on your crotch?"

"See, you leave me no choice.  I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't."

"Should've known that when you named me a "Demon Cat."

"Do you mind if I get to what the people came to read ... the Ten Things Of Thankful?"

"You should be thankful for me."

"I am."

"Awwww, you do love me."

"Of course I do."

"So, can I tell a story?"

"You just did!  Now it's time for this week's 


"Don't get too preachy!  It turns people off."

"Leave Gabriella."

"You'll miss me when I'm gone."

"Let's try it and see.  I love to experiment."

"But, you love me."

"Yes, I love you ... now go."

"Can I say goodbye to everybody?"

"You just did.  Later, Gator."

"That reminds me of a story."


"I'm gone, I'm gone.  Bye all!"

This week, besides the fact that she's left the room, I'm thankful for ...

Bomb #1 (right top) at Airport and Bomb #2
(bottom left) at Metro Station.
1)  ... European survival.  This past Tuesday, well over thirty people were killed by ISIS in cowardly bombings that took place in Brussels, Belgium.  Civilians, dealing with shock, still maintained their dignity and integrity during the interviews by a blood thirsty press in the aftermath.  You didn't see any whining about it, only stoic attitudes and inner strength.

This is not the first, nor the last bombing that Europe will survive.  As examples set by survivors of the Axis Powers during World War II, Europeans tend to exhibit the intestinal fortitude of their ancestry.  Not to slight the U.S., many here also exhibited this after the Boston Marathon bombings a few years back.

And, I damn every member of ISIS for their cowardly acts of violence.  

However, I would like to initiate a training school for ISIS suicide bombers.  I could show them how to properly attach the explosives, gather themselves together in a freshly dug ditch, and push the "Explode" buttons in their hands.  Then, they could all go to Bomber Nirvana and meet their virgins ... all of whom are blonde ... and resemble Miss Piggy!

2)  ... Lush Massage Bar causes plants to grow in bathtubs and showers!  Okay, so the first round of Lush caused people to turn pink.  Now, because of a bean they use in their massage bar, people are finding plants growing in their bathtubs, showers and drains!

I'm not sure why Lush does this sort of stuff, but I'm thankful they do.  

I get my exercise because of their strange but true additives.  

Now, if you'll excuse me for a moment, I've got to go get the lawn mower out 
and mow my wife's back!

3)  ... Obama visits Cuba!   Yes, President Obama is the first President to visit Cuba in over half a century.  While there, he made accusations that Cuba wasn't up to par in the realm of human rights.  This, of course, upset Cuban President Castro who later brought up America's own problems with racism, violence, and the prison America keeps at Guantanamo Beach, Cuba which holds and tortures war prisoners without official charges or legal trial.

Too often, we forget that our house is not the cleanest.  Oh, you can sweep most things under the rug for a while, but that doesn't mean the neighbors don't see the dust bunnies under the end table.

Politicians, who are caught in the political El Toro defecation they spout so freely, need a reminder and an awakening that their job is not as a leader, but as a representative of the people they supposedly represent.  Castro basically threw Obama under the bus and said, "When you get your house clean, then you can come back and bitch about mine."  

I would loved to have seen Obama's face when confronted with this.

People who live in glass (or White) houses 
shouldn't throw stones ...
especially if they want a discount on Cuban cigars!

4)  ...  Dancing With The Stars started a new season Monday Night!
Yep, thankful I didn't watch it!

5)  ... a fifteen-year-old West Virginia boy was killed this week playing a dangerous game called "Dodging Arrows".  Sad, but true.  Grief counselors are talking to friends and classmates.  

Old adage say, 
"If you ain't fast, you ain't gonna last!"

Shot in the head, one dead, 
game over!

Cruel, but thankful there's one less person to 
teach the game to other would be victims.

6)  ... Movies that turn ten years old this week.  Here's a list of possibly some of your favorites:  Cars, Happy Feet, Little Miss Sunshine, The Departed, Dreamgirls, The DaVinci Code and Borat.

So, your kids loved Cars and Happy Feet, you loved the DaVinci Code and The Departed, Dreamgirls reminded you of a time when Beyonce still had her head on straight, and Borat was banned from viewing unless the kids were in bed.  So, shoot me if you must, but I'd be a fool to ignore how well Little Miss Sunshine's Abigail Breslin has matured!  
*I know she wasn't in this film, 
but the song fits oh so well!

7)  ... Taco Bell meal breeds violence in Crestview, Florida!  A 51 year old woman threw a Burrito Supreme at her 66 year old husband's face after getting fed up with his drinking.  In retaliation, the husband stabbed his wife in the hand with a fork with which he was using to eat his Mexican Pizza.  Police were called and both ended up in jail for domestic violence.

This all goes to show you, 
Taco Bell doesn't get better with age, but can indeed lead you to Taco Hell!!!

Next week ...
The Walking Dead actor that almost died when zombies
 fed him a Double Decker Taco Supreme!!!
Did the Son of Sam killer go crazy trying to correctly spell "Quesadilla"???

8) ... Jet Blue flight attendant leaves 60 pounds of cocaine in L.A. airport!  A flight attendant was picked by the TSA for a random security check.  On the way to the inspection point, she makes a call, takes off her shoes, and runs for the exit ... leaving her baggage.  With recent bombings the primary concern, security lets her go and turns its attention to checking out the luggage, only to find 60 pounds of cocaine with a street value of over $3 million.

Yep, the attendant was later caught.  Thought she was just doing her part
 to help the airline change its name to 
Before you reach the airport, 
have a line, have a snort,
and you thought free miles were all that mattered!

9)  ... the Indiana University men's basketball team advanced to the Sweet Sixteen in the NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament!!!  
Having grown up in Indiana's basketball country, and attended IU many decades ago, my love for basketball has never faded.  Although many find my love of the game ridiculous, to me the sound of the ball bouncing on the hardwood, the screams of the fans supporting their team, and the swish of the ball going through the net provide me a rush unlike any other.  

When this post is published, Indiana will be on the court facing the number one seeded University of North Carolina.   The Hoosiers will be taking on the Tar Heels in a game that UNC is highly favored to win.  All I, and all Indiana fans can do, is hope for fair officiating (for a change) and a repeat of the last time these two teams met and Michael Jordan lost his last college ball game to the Cream and Crimson of Indiana.

May the best team win ... and UNC lose!

10) ... Paul Ryan silently campaigns...
"Hey, Hey, Hey, what about me?"

"Hello, Faletame.  Let me finish this and I'll pet you a while ... okay, boy?"

"Well, actually, I'm feeling kind of down.  I was king of the house before you brought that bitch, Gabriela here.  Now, I'm constantly watching out for her claws and temper tantrums.  You've already made me a victim of the vet's planned parenthood program, so I don't have to worry like you do, but still, she could slice off my tail!"

"Feelin' kinda down, Rich,
kinda down."

"So, why the sensitivity talk now?"

"Rich, I used to be your favorite.  But, since she got her stories posted on the web, she's the one that gets all the cat treats in the mail, and all of your attention, too!"

"Okay, sit back and let me take care of that."

10) ... for Faletame, my male cat.  He's outside my door every morning, comes into my room and gives me his love and attention while I get dressed (as well as white hair all over my black socks and slacks), and only asks for a little love and food in return.  He's my best friend, my buddy, and my one and only King of the House.  May he keep his personality, loving attitude, and playfulness forever ... along with his tail.  

"How's that, boy?"

"Pretty cool, Rich, pretty cool."


"Oh Shit!"

Till next week,
Ciao ...
And Friggin' MEOW!

Friday, March 4, 2016

A New Demon Cat Story ... Hillary, KFC, McDonald's & TTOT!

"So, are you gonna do it?"

"Do what, Gabriela?"

"You said last week if enough readers wanted me to be in another story that you'd consider it.  So, are you gonna do it or not?"

"Sorry, do it can mean different things to different people.  It might mean jumping off a diving board, telling off a boss, starting a diet, or even making love for some people.  That's why I need for you to be a little more specific when you ask your questions.  I'm not a mind reader."

"I know that.  Obviously, you'd have to have a mind to be able to read one.  Okay, let me try this again.  Are you going to sit your big butt down in front of the computer, listen to what I've got to say, type it out in a known format, and post it for all two or three of your readers to read?  Or, are you going to sit on the damn couch all night, feeding your face with Hershey's Nuggets and Kettle Potato Chips, burping Diet Coke and farting last night's taco pie and smoking your cigarettes until the air in the room smells like an overflowing outhouse on a scorching Summer day, and blame me for your inactivity?  Is that specific enough for you?"

"You like the taco pie, too!"

"Don't change the topic!  Are you!"

(Welcome to my Home Sweet Home!  Ever since I wrote about my solid black feline, Gabriela, the week has been Hell.  No, not just a degree of Hell, but one spent in the main office of Hell.  She's seen to that!

So, at the advice and wishes of all those that cast the affirmative vote in her direction last week, I'll now try to appease her desires and your wishes, although I really think there are better things to write about.)

"So, how do you want me to start it?"

"I was hoping you'd ask.  Why, just two nights ago while I was peeing on your pillow ... oops, change that to while I was watching Faletame pee on your pillow ... I remembered a part of my third life that I'd hoped to never think of again."

"Was that your day of birth?"

"No, you ass, it wasn't my day of birth!  In fact, it was a couple of years after that.  Why when I was born for a third life, the angels sang, the birds chirped, and Preparation H actually shrunk hemorrhoids.  It was a glorious time for all, and especially hemorrhoid sufferers.

I had been born on a small farm.  Seemed as though the farmer always wanted a bunch of the superior race, cats, around to take care of his rodent problems.  The eating was good, the food was plenty, and none of us ever had room for desert.  Life was good!

Then, one day, two young human brats showed up.  I overheard the farmer telling his wife that they would only be there until the county found someone to adopt them.  Seems they had come from a tragic past where a fire had burned up their prior home and their parents along with it.  The children had been found by neighbors just staring at their burning home as screams from the burning parents inside rang out from the crackling and popping of hardwood floors and crashing ceiling beams.

Now, I don't like fire.  The things that a hot match will do to my fur is something no shampoo or conditioner can handle.  And, the smell of smoke, even those cancer filled cigarettes you smoke, Rich, stays in my fur forever!

One afternoon, after having just fed on a litter of baby mice (lordy, lordy, they're like caviar to me) I was stretched out, letting the sun carry me away to dreamland with my full tummy, when I hear the laughter of children close by, followed all of a sudden by a match striking.

I opened my eyes just in time to see the young boy throw a match at his sister, who was standing right in front of me!  Of course, she jumped out of the way.  But, by the time I saw the match coming, even my fleetness of four feet couldn't get me out of the way!  Damn thing landed right on my nose and burned like Hell!  See, I still have a scar, today!

Well, the boy and girl both just laughed and laughed about it.  

The little monsters were fire bugs!  They played with matches, set little fires behind the barn,  throw in different kinds of bugs that they'd catch, and giggle uncontrollably as the fire made them sizzle and pop.  What really got me was hearing them talk about the fire they'd set that killed their parents!  There wasn't an ounce of remorse in their hearts at all.  

From that day on my life was filled with lit matches and burn spots on my fur coat.  Knowing I couldn't go on that way, I had to work out a plan.

As Summer became Fall became Winter, I noticed that it only took a light breeze to blow shut the barn door.  There was a cut two by four that was hinged on one end, and would easily swing down into a metal u-bolt which would lock the door when the door banged against the barn.  In fact, the farmer got caught in there one day and it was after dark before his wife came out to see what the problem was.  Poor guy nearly froze.

You may call me "just a cat", but I have a brain more intelligent than most humans.  I know this from watching some of your reality shows on television.  For days, I thought about the monster kids, and the farmer getting locked in the barn and finally put a plan together.  

I knew what I must do.

That afternoon, while the farmer went to town.  I guess his wife was supposed to be watching the children, who were busy hunting something new to burn.  Meandering up to the house, I was amazed at my fortune of good luck upon looking in a living room window and seeing her napping on the couch.  

Then, I heard a match being lit.  I jumped without even looking and just cleared the flame as it settled into some dried leaves packed along the window ledge.  I didn't notice that the leaves caught fire almost immediately.

I ran, trying to save myself, through the open barn door, slowing only to let the children see me enter.  Within seconds they followed me.  Standing on the dried hay bales that was more like straw, I jumped back and forth and side to side avoiding their thrown matches.  

As the boy reached into his pocket after another box of the wooden fire sticks, I saw that the others had started a small flame in the corner.  Recognizing my chance, I rushed passed the children, used all my weight to slam shut the barn door, and let a smile come to my face as the two by four swung down, locking the children within the tinderbox.

Between the house burning and the barn burning, it's difficult to figure out which one burned the fastest.  I guess the farmer's wife had been overcome with smoke and passed out for good as I never heard anything from her.

I do remember the screams of the children as they burned.  Remembering how their parents had died, I simply figured that everything had come full circle.  

I laid down, stretched out, and watched the barn burn to the ground.  No regrets, no sorrow, no tears.  Sometimes, I'm a real bitch.

Oh, I had roasted mice and rats for weeks!  In fact, I ate so much that I never wanted another rodent again in that life.  

And, that's my story.  So, you gonna write about that?"

"I just did."

"Did you make me out to be the heroine?"

"Oh, you're a real hero in every one's eyes.  In fact, I think many have now seen a side to you that others saw as their last vision on Earth.  You may even get some fan mail from ISIS supporters."

"If you made me look bad I'm going to pee on your pillow, again."

"Want a roasted mouse for din-din, Gabriela?"

"Want me to claw your balls off while you sleep?"

"Go find Faletame and play, girl.  I've got to finish this up."

"Okay, I think I'll grab a couple of golf balls and practice for tonight.  See you later!"

And now, why many of you are here 
in the first place, 
it's time for this week's 

This Week, I'm Thankful For:

1) ... Black couple gets IHOP Black waiter fired for typing "Black PPL" on takeout order receipt!  A couple ordered takeout at an IHOP restaurant in Austin, Texas.  When they received their order, they found "Black PPL" had been typed onto the receipt.  Outraged at being labeled, they complained to the manager, who fired the waiter, received apologies from corporate IHOP, and still made statement that they'd never return there. 
(*See Story Here)

This is too screwy to be anything but true.  
Damn, Those are good questions!

I'd love to see Al Sharpton tackle this one.  Would he say the waiter was wrongly fired or would he say that any type of description that mentions ANY color is racist labeling is not acceptable even within the same race?  And, if that is the case, every time he mentions "whites", is he, too, acting as would a racist?

I'm betting he goes into hiding at Denny's and thinks about it over a Grand Slam Breakfast with "Yellow" runny eggs sunny side up, "Orange" Juice, "Black" Coffee, and "White" Sausage Gravy over biscuits.

2)  ... a new video that shows a Baltimore police officer hitting a student while another officer stands by.  Once again, people are appalled at this type of behavior from law enforcement.  The two police officers were suspended pending investigation.  

Let's all blame the police again.  Isn't it easy?

However, me ask one question, "If parents are doing their jobs and properly disciplining their children at home, why is it necessary for 43% of the public schools in the United States to have police officers present?"

Think about it!

43% of the schools in the United States are so dangerous, have children that are so uncontrollable, and have eliminated the rights of school officials to discipline the major offenders that they've had to resort to police officers on the premises.

Isn't it time parents look into the mirror and see who's to blame.  No, don't try to shift it to someone else.  Your permissiveness, your ignorance, and your blurring of the lines between right and wrong have allowed this to happen.  Your inability to understand that you need to discipline your children, spend quality time with them, and curb their behavior when it borders on unacceptable IS the reason we're in the mess we're in.  

But, you can't accept that, can you?

You want to blame others, don't you?

And there, my friends, lies the problem.

3) ... Barnes & Noble's sales continue to drop.  Once again, the proof that people are reading fewer and fewer books continues as Barnes & Noble's sustained a 1.8% drop in book sales last quarter.  This makes seven straight quarters that they've had a drop in total sales.

Technology is taking over!  People no longer have the durability to sit for hours and waste time reading.  Knowledge is no longer a quest to be experienced.  The dumbing of society is proving to be effective!  

All I can say is that if you're an author working hard to finish a book, do so quickly.  Otherwise, you may be the only one reading it!

Damn, I'm just filled with good news this week, aren't I?

See what the Demon Cat does to me?

4)  ... KFC and McDonald's ban teenagers in English
town.  After a fight broke out at a KFC in Stoke-on-Trent, both fast food restaurants have banned teenagers unless they're escorted by an adult.  They will serve them food to take with them, but will no longer allow teens to act as though the restaurants are "their personal playground."  The fight discussed included over 20 teenagers and only ended when gunshots were heard.

Seems like the U.S. isn't the only place where parents have screwed up raising their kids, is it?  Only thing missing is physical abuse of the teenagers by the bobbies.

Oh, and aren't handguns banned in England?  Hmmm ... says a lot about gun control stopping those that break the law, doesn't it?

Personally, I think it's just a ploy by the restaurant chains to get the kids to bring in their parents so sales will increase.  Let's keep an eye on the profits of these two stores and see what happens!

"Money makes the world go-around,
the world go-around, the world go-around..."

5) ... Best and Worst jobs announced.  Careerbliss has released their listing of the Happiest jobs and the the worst jobs to have.  Included in the Happiest are: School Principal, Loan Officer, Executive Chief, Automation Engineer, Research Assistant and Website Administrator.  Included in the Worst Jobs are: Security Officer, Merchandiser, Sales, Dispatcher, Retail Clerk, and Legal Assistant.  

Damn, whatever happened to Rollercoaster tester, Movie Reviewer,
 or Food Critic?  Don't you remember when you wanted to be
 a Bubble Gum Bubble Blower Tester?

How times have changed!

6) ... Hillary Clinton ... "She should be buried under a jail."  ESPN Baseball Analyst, Curt Schilling, doesn't hold back when it comes to voicing his opinion.  ESPN took him off the air after he Tweeted a meme about Muslims, and is keeping him off the air after his latest comments were voiced.  Against both Trump and Clinton, Schilling referred to the Clinton email fiasco and stated that she should be in jail before the election is held, and that "She should be buried under a jail."

I haven't said much about Hillary.  I've constantly knocked Trump, but I've left Hillary alone.  Why?  Because she's changed her stance on issues so often Dancing With The Stars considers her a professional dancer.  Her security ignorance with the emails makes her a questionable one to trust our national security with, as is her inability to answer questions in a "to the point" manner.  And, the primary reason she wants to get back to the White House is to put an electric shock collar on Bill so she can shock the hell out of him when he starts messing around on her again.  
Vindictive, wouldn't you say?

Schilling may have gone a little too far 
suggesting that she be buried alive.  

May have.

And, then again ...

7) ... President Obama and Senate Majority Leader continue to play tug of war.  Obama says he will appoint a new judge to the SCOTUS soon.  Senate Majority Leader, Mitch McConnell, states that it should be the new president that fills the position.  CNN viewers, predominantly Liberal, have a 58 to 41% lead in going along with the President.

Does it really matter?  A judge is on the court for life.  If a judge's job is to interpret the law, why is it so important to each party to choose one they want?  Isn't the law the law?  Shouldn't the judges view the cases in front of them in accordance of the law instead of in accordance with the views of the party that put them in office?

Guess not!  That's why the battle continues.

Says a lot about our justice system, doesn't it?

8) ... Spain is now the world's most popular winemaker!  Spain sold more wine last year than any other country.  That's the good news.  Bad news is that it sold it for a very low price.

Remember decades ago when the U.S. had cheap Boone's Farm and MD 20/20?  Ripple this and Strawberry that 
... those were the days.  

I wonder, how do you say, 
"Cheap High" in Spanish?

9) ... funerals are now going Green.  Thanks to a North Carolina company, funerals are now all about recycling the human body back into nature.  No embalming or vaults will be allowed.  Only a pine box that will break down over time allowing the body to recycle itself into the Earth.

Besides, with the zombie apocalypse coming soon, it will be much easier for them to escape their graves this way!


Not being a fan of any candidate in this years campaigns, I thought I'd be able to keep from getting upset when one side bashed the other.  However, there are some things that are simply not right and must be addressed.

This is a clip from the Louisville campaign stop for Trump that shows the different groups that attended ... supporters and protesters alike.  More than twenty different groups were there.  I present this to show the difference in opinions present there.  All present were not Trump supporters, racists, and dumb Kentucky rednecks, as labeled by some who stereotype and judge without common sense.  

I wonder, could it be possible that his supporters became upset at the constant interruptions that were made by these "anti-Trump" groups and grew fed up with the inability to listen without hearing jeers and such?  

Remember, when you read #10, there are two sides to every story.

10)  ... film clips on the Internet that are strategically cut to sway opinions.  In an effort to continue to prove that people are really stupid, cutting film clips on the web to sway public opinions is becoming a way of life. 

This week, a film clip that was displayed on Facebook more than any other showed a black college student being hounded, pushed and shoved as she was forced to leave a Donald Trump campaign appearance.  This was followed up by article after article stereotyping the citizens of Kentucky, condemning the Trump Campaign, and played to the emotions of anyone concerned with civil rights, working hard in stirring up racists feelings within the citizens of the United States.

This is an extended clip showing that individuals 
of ALL COLORS were being ejected. 
Now, let's get real.  This wasn't a racist occurrence.  Protesters of all colors were being ejected from the event!!!!  The clip had been cut to sensationalize racism, instead of giving a true picture of what was taking place!

Both Trump's and Clinton's personal appearances have been filled with individuals being forcibly ejected.  Security personnel have even been accused of throwing down a member of the press and putting him in a choke hold.  

We are not in the middle of a political campaign.  We are in the middle of a battle to gain control of an office that is becoming more and more like an "electorial dictatorship".  (I know it's an oxymoron but it applies.)  The sad thing is that the two leaders of this campaign are both known for lying to the American public consistently, stirring up the public and avoiding issues continuously, and forever blaming others for their shortcomings instead of taking personal accountability.  Sounds like some parents I know!

There are NO viable candidates in this campaign that care about the working man.   Unfortunately, most will not shed their Hillary / Donald fairy dust and awaken to recognize this until the election is over.

For those assholes that would like to put all citizens of Kentucky in a 
stereotypical grouping, I can only say, 

"You're so damn stupid your tongue has slapped 
your brains to mush while you were trying to wipe your butt!"

("Yes, Virginia, I am accusing the guilty of having their head up their ass.")

There are assholes all over the United States (and the world).  Be they liberal or conservative, they haven't the intelligence (regardless of their educations level) to understand the viewpoints of others.  And, regardless of their egotistic opinions,  geography of residence doesn't make one person superior to another.  There will always be the ignorant in all areas of the country that make great press and aid in our news agencies promoting sensationalism.  It is hoped that at least some of the people that attempt to consider themselves to be intelligent would cast aside the El Toro Defecation and see what is really happening.  That doesn't seem to be the case. 

We cannot look beyond the darkness that surrounds this campaign.  

Trump will not be the choice of the Republican Party.  
He doesn't fit their mold in any way.  
He is only a temporary distraction to steal air time away from Hillary.

Yet, he seems to appeal to those who are tired of having jobs shipped overseas, food taken out of their mouths, and standards of living being lowered.  They seem to be fed up with trying to make ends meet while preference seems to be given to lifelong welfare recipients, illegal aliens, and the criminal element.  They are afraid of more of the same, including the cattle herding politically correct groups ruling the country, the police not properly acting in accordance with the oaths they take, and the criminal element getting away on technicalities in our failing justice system.  

For these folks, the race has become emotional, void of intelligent analysis.  Sad thing is that it's happening on both sides of the coin.

They have forgotten that politicians are just that ... politicians.  They lie to get elected, and then cast aside all promises only as necessary rhetoric for their cause, validating their actions.  Once in office, they will continue to take care of big business, cater to clients that assisted them achieve their political office, and smile while they spit on the voters that put them in office.

God, people really are stupid, aren't they?

That's going to do it for this week!