Monday, December 31, 2018

dbro has been added to the sidebar. His blog addresses current issues,

and his links are right-on - well, except for two.  Anything written by the little dweeb that runs the ReturnOf(dream on dwerb)[k]Ings, and anything written by (the busy-body, from across the Atlantic) Vox Day, throw it in the trash.  But dbro's other links, as well as his writing are certainly worth the reader's time.  Several links deal with the cost (Cha-CHING!) that scumball fornicators (that's redundant) pass on to the rest of responsible us.  Uhm, no wonder our taxes/insurance/retail prices are so high.  Thanks, scumballs.  It's irritating, i want to purchase a CD from the bank - and NOT fund scumball playtime.

Speaking of scumbags, in one of dbro's articles, he had found himself in a situation, and had to ... there was no other choice.  He thinks they're, (the whole narcissistic lot of 'em) at best, a blight on society.  i do too - boyhowdy!  More later, down the road some.

Doris is the type of person who does well, and always has. Ya know, got As

and - if the subject was hard - Bs.  Not only that, she played (and still does) the piano - that takes both brains AND coordination.  Growing up, back in the 50s, she also helped her mother alot with things we, today, generally consider age inappropriate.  She grew up, perhaps overworked a bit, but loved and appreciated by her family.  As a married lady, and having raised her children, this former housewife got a job.  Well, wouldn't ya know, while her employer has been cutting back hours, due to automation, she is among the few whose hours either were not cut or only cut a little bit.  In other words, Doris'es employer chose to hang onto her because she does good work - not because she is in some "protected" / weirdo category.  Oh, and yeah, Doris is over 70, and still a much valued employee.

My point for this post is: technological changes in the workplace are nothing new (but they are annoyingly speeding up).  So, evidently, Doris has a history with adapting smoothly to cha-cha-cchhhaaaannnnggge!  (Overrated, freaking nonsense, but i digress!)  The latest change, however, has Doris a bit stumped - let alone her co-workers.

Sunday, December 30, 2018

Not all Gospel sermons are comforting - not because they are of less than sound

Biblical doctrine.  Just listened to one about an hour ago.  The American preacher was guilting his American congregation about living a comfortable life in America - ya know, owning lots of air-conditioned drywall, driving a late-model truck complete with padded seats, having in the bank a few cds.  Why, excuse us for working at steady jobs, for employers who actually possess a conscience (unlike many over in armpit-land).

Frankly, the hour-long sermon was a bristle-fest.  i really don't appreciate being held emotionally hostage, for the favorable circumstances i had (by the Lord's grace) been born into.  And i refuse to drag my face around, for not having been born in some stinking armpit nation - where it's commonplace for (craven-as-heck) parents to sell their 8-yearolds to the local (sex) factory.  Nations where people build temples and worship gross gods (which are actually demons, but the people are too depraved, and too blasted STUPID to figure out that no-brainer).

Meanwhile, the new-agey (blight in our nation) numbskulls preach that we Americans need to be tolerant of other cultures.  Really?  Uhm, when those other cultures simply walk by their own countrymen/women/children who are starving to death in a mirey gutter?  Do Americans really need that (lack of) mentality coming across our boarders?

America became great, because, namely, we don't (for the most part) worship multiple crudball gods.  Americans send their children to school - where they learn math in the classroom,  and enjoy kickball in the schoolyard; we don't offload our children to the first sadist, for barely more than a few coppers.  Didn't those people over there ever hear of "keeping it zipped?"  Here, in America, there's a well known saying, amongst the middle-class: "if ya can't feed 'em, don't breed 'em."  Uhm, that one predates birth control.

But, of course, America is cha-cha-chaaaannging.  Yeah, we've been confusing "tolerance" with unquestioning acceptance of crudball liEstyles.

Added to the Links, Fashion Degrading Femininity, Pastor Joey Faust,

who has a church in Missouri.  He talks about the early feminists, as misguided as they were, these women warned their co-feminists to NOT let go of their natural femininity.  He then goes on to explain how the fashion industry (unlike the fabrics today) is thick with weirdos.

And yeah, i'm just miffed!  With January coming on, all i wanted to buy was a long dress (53 inches, not one of those stupid 47 or 48 polyester wonders) of thick cotton (yeah, i know:  good luck with that!)  Not a one, looked in several catalogs - now in the trash.  Isn't it clever though, the maxi dresses are made from recycled soda bottles; while the cotton ones are both too short, and too frumpy.  Been noticing that for awhile now.  And for the past several years, the bodice of the (execuses-for) dresses are of (if you can call it) thicker fabric than the skirt portion.  Yeah, i smell an agenda.

In addition, Joey Faust had mentioned those really annoying slits (which i absolutely, adamantly REFUSE to buy).  Well anyway, he said they were designed back in the 1920s by some designer, who happened to be a weirdo.  Can't say i was overly surprised.

Guess i'll be making a run to the fabric store.  There, i'll have a choice, and i much prefer dresses with linings, anyway - they wear better, and last longer.  Same goes with lined slips - try to find even a thin poly excuse-of-a slip in a store or catalog ... good luck with that;/

In conclusion, the fashion industry is populated by stinking WOLVES, and they don't care if women half freeze to death in their (grossly overpriced, slave sewn) tissuey plastic, while waiting for the bus/crossing the street.

"Sex hostility!" What? Is that a newFANGled description of anyone who opposes fornication?

Gimme a break, idiot!  In this world (for this post, never mind eternity), fornicating wrecks families.  Kids aren't stupid, they know mom or dad, or both, are stepping out - or one parent is long gone.  When Deb's husband decided that headship (and fatherhood) was too much like responsibility ...  Anyway, years later, their daughter told her mom that she used to get up in the middle of the night, tip-toe into her (now single) parent's bedroom, just to see whether or not mom was still there.  That little six-year-old saw her daddy pack his stuff and leave.  Uhm, was mommy fixing to do the same?

That's a fine way for a kid to grow up!  And i can't help but to wonder if that little girl was the only kid who feared that the other shoe would eventually drop.  Oh, and tell me, that fear didn't enter her mind while in school, during MATH class.  Okay, maybe she wasn't confounded by division problems - ya know, 713/53821, those kind.

Back in pre-Google days, it was no secret that children from broken homes have a significantly tougher time, growing up, getting decent grades, securing decent-paying employment, affording homes and other investments/savings accounts.  Daniel Amneus, wrote rather extensively on these social impacts.

And now we have a whole bunch of kids being raised by overworked and grossly overstressed single parents (usually moms), for no better reason than pee-wee simply felt that family responsibilities were too much like work - and doesn't leave much, if any, time or money to go "play."  So, if mom gets a bit beechy...uhm, hey, she worked all day, comes right home as usual, makes supper, cleans up whatever needs cleaned up (though, the apartment too small, and too expensive) and now the stupid washer just quit in mid-cycle.  It's no major headline that raising children is demanding enough for both parents, let alone one.

So, the kids grow up, get jobs (maybe) and remain single into their late 20s or early 30s.  Uh, there's a glitch.  Most young people have needs, they don't do well being alone for years on end.  If simply moving in (and, down the road some, moving out) a boyfriend or girlfriend, had few negative impacts on society, then why have all societies (even naked savages) expect their young men and women to MARRY each other before moving in together?  And no, the answer to that one isn't that ancient people were stupid - they hunted with spears, they spun their own thread then stitched together clothing, they built their own houses, planted/tended their own crops.  If any society can be branded as stupid, it's not the ancient Roman's or the pilgrims of New England!

Meanwhile, mra idiots are (live from granny's basement) pouting about "sexual hostility."  Yeah, i guess these dufuses are feeling a bit hostile.  No woman, with so much as a dozen working brain cells, has any desire to even share a bus-schedule - let alone a bed - with any of these dwerbs.

A double yaayyyy to Pastor Jason Cooley - his 2015 sermon,

Children of Babylon, is added to the links.  He tells it, Biblically, exactly where the wolves do their stinking business in the wilds.  In this case, in a city in Minnesota.  Jason Cooley, prior to his conversion (before he knew he was lost) had a lucrative job - uhm, one that he had to get up early and actually work ...  And when the long workday was done, on Friday and Saturday nights, yeah, he went out with his buddies.  In other words, he didn't just fall off the shirley-temple truck.  He's seen stuff.

Anyway, what he witnessed one weekend evening, while preaching the Gospel, had shocked him.  He came of age during the 80s-90s, and back then, it wasn't real common for 13-year-olds, and younger, to be telling grown men to [fornicate] themselves.  And some of the other stuff, these "children" were saying and doing.  He couldn't help but to wonder, where were the parents - isn't 10pm a bit late for children to be out running around?  Wasn't just kids, there were two leather-clad bikers who were ...ew!

Over the next ten years, the weirdness is just going to get weirder.  And more of a financial LOAD for normal people. Why, 10 years ago, my Husband had, while on the elevator, overheard a conversation between two higher-ups.  The one gentleman had said to the other that half of working adults don't pay taxes.  When my Husband told me this, i said those two guys were full of it.  Then i remembered the various tax-credits - oh, and home-loan interest, you get back about a third of that that's it.  And of course, when you sell the house, you might be hit up with bigtime tax, because, silly you, you spent your time being a responsible homeowner, or landlord, (instead of out nuts-and-boltzing around) and now, you will be punished.  Mmmuhahahaha!

The tax stream is only going to run faster down the drain.  Ya think those cold dead young eyes will put aside the fakebook and focus on a report that needs completed/proof-read and emailed back to the boss no later than Tuesday at 3pm?  If tongues behind jagged teeth have no problem cussing out a total stranger, ya think these brats won't sooner or later tell the boss, or a co-worker, to you-know-what himself?

Yeah, I'm upset!  These FREAKS are already costing us normal people our hard earned money - in healthcare premiums, retail security systems (ya know, the store where ya bought that shirt), increased school taxes (because educators [really?] are heck-bent on setting up another sssppecialll (yeah, "special" alright!) sensitivity class / facility for another up and coming (and ever ccchhaaannging) brand of just plain weirdo!

Okay, i'm just miffed.  Having WORKED and paid taxes for over 40 years, i would like to soon retire.  But i guess that ain't gonna happen anytime soon.  There's a whole lot more to this post, and down the road...  But not today.

Thursday, December 27, 2018

A really right-on sermon - one of many really right-on sermons from sermonaudio.com

This one, in two parts is from Joey Faust.  The link is:
<a href="https://www.sermonaudio.com/sermoninfo.aspSID=570912236">Fashion:DegradingFeminity,Part1</a>
<a href="https://www.sermonaudio.com/sermoninfo.asp?SID=58091516166"> Part2</a>

Checked this and checked this, seems like AndrewSarcus (my phone) doesn't do html - or i just didn't figure that part out yet.

Wednesday, December 26, 2018

Not surprising, one of those MRAs - in a recent - is bemoaning laws

that discourage adult men from seducing 15-year old girls.  While reading, was reminded of something that was written a few centuries before Christ had lain in the manger.  Aristotle had said something about the appropriate age for girls to MARRY.  He said 18.  Being that Aristotle knew all sorts of stuff, he said that at 18, a girl is both physically and mentally ready for the responsibilities of being a wife and mother.  He discouraged the practice of girls getting MARRIED at younger ages.

We read about women in the old days dying in childbed.  Could one reason for that higher probability be, that back then, it wasn't unusual for 16-year old WIVES to be giving birth to the couple's firstborn?  Of course, the MRA doesn't mention marriage.  Nah, he just wants to play - never mind how the game will mess up the 15 or 16 year old.  Never mind, that in 20 years, she will likely be sitting in a bar/drugging way too much, somewhere - and looking more like mid40s than mid30s.

Monday, December 24, 2018

Rebel, the (having trouble getting sold) comic book heroine, will one day,

in about twenty years, will begin to notice, her 24-inch waist begin to thicken - her triple Ds begin to sag.  And no, i am not doing a victory dance (uh, and risk straining a muscle? No!)  It's just my humble opinion, that 20 years from now, Rebel will still be a looker.  But not in a skimpy halter-top and cut-off jean's. 

My question is:  will Rebel be able to adjust to wearing modest clothing.  Uh, modest, not dowdy.  After Rebel hangs up her super heroine cape, will she be able to find nice clothing that she will be glad to wear?  Just asking, because in 2040, she won't have the stamina to be chasing bad guys, and likely will be earning her living from behind a desk.  Rebel might not have time to sew, and her law school homework eats hours and hours of free-time - and the tuition may put hiring a dress-maker out of her budget.

So Rebel, like most women, will have to depend on the shopping mall for sweaters, skirts, blouses, jeans...  Good luck with that, Rebel.

Friday, December 21, 2018

Another blogger writes, "...the burden fundamentalist Christianity put

on my back ..."  Really?  Main question is:  where'd she go to church, prior to her deconversion?  Like too many decon-dramas, sounds like she had attended the First Church of Salvation By One's Own Works.  That is, unfortunately, by far, the largest denomination around.  The "Christian" department of that super-bloated denomination, is typically the sort of entity where, oh yeah, they sport a Bible, but they use it for various reasons ... the Lord's glory, way, way, way down on the list - if even on the list.  Why, Jesus would be lucky if He was offered a leftover donut.

Her blog post is about a real medical condition that causes people to stay really fat.  Uhm, no.  It's not about eating too many chips and cookies.  It's a medical condition.  If there be any scoffers lurking about, what you really need to do is: offload a few tons of devils rambling about inside of you.

Her post then takes a rather predictable fembot route - are we surprised yet ;/  The article features a video of a woman with this condition.  You see, the rest of (young slender, old fat, or just plain) us are supposed to view that nearly nude mountain of tattooed bloat (from the medical condition) and accept that as being attractive, even beautiful.  No, it's not attractive ... to barely be able to climb a flight of stairs ... r u kidding me!

My question about the tats is - besides they surely aren't healthy, even for 20 year-old super-models - where do people get the thousands of dollars, to pee away at one or more of those "skanky" studios?

Wednesday, December 19, 2018

A real pastor warns his flock about internet fancy-themselves-as ...

Jason Cooley, from Old Paths Baptist - out in Northfield Minnesota - had cautioned on several of his (sermonaudio.com) sermons about people on social media who claim to be pastors.  And Cooley isn't the only preacher (on sermonaudio) who has warned his flock.

On sermonaudio, all you need to do is look at the preacher's page, and you will see the address of his church - there's even a church-finder, if you are out of town, or going to move, and need to find a church where they actually preach the Bible (yeah, imagine that ;)

Anyway, while scanning the news...  And yeah, the only current-events stories that interest me, are the certain ones which impact young women - who, (like normal women) want to find a husband and have a few of his babies.

It's very frustrating to read and hear a (normal) young woman's desire to be secure in her life as wife and mother, gaslit as needy, neurotic, lazy.  Yeah, gaslit by big sissies, who continually whine about divorce and child support.  Well hey dude, uh, if you'd a stepped up yer "game" (i.e., WORK at getting a better job) a bit ...  ya think?

Brings to mind one of Cooley's sermons.  One if these whiners was pouting at him about the hours, the responsibility involved, and Cooley's response was, "Well do it..."

Anyway, over at the online whine shoppe,  one of the patrons was going on about being a pastor...mmkaay!  But the giveaway was, his language.  Uhm, it's one thing if any pastor - while having a private conversation - lets out a masked f-bomb, but on the internet??

Well, a growl session ensued.  Apparently, he must have forgotten to use another screen-name when visiting the blog of a theologian - and one of the other whine-flies took Pastor (Masked)PottyMouth to task about thing's he had said over there.

To make a long story short, the theologian who owns the blog (and hails from Idaho) is certainly no friend of feminism.  Oh, but the rub is: that scholar also (like the preacher from Minnesota) has little empathy for shirkers.

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Oh for pity's sake, some wind-bag was going on about not

allowing female family members to sit around his after-dinner campfire.  Like he's some sort of gender-political revolutionary.  Gimme a break!  My husband's friends stop over, and i don't horn in on their conversations.  Wanna know why?  Because what (real) men talk about doesn't interest me.  That's why.  Uh, they talk about men's sports, cars, fishing gear, lawn tools, national and local politics  ... yawn!  No juicy gossip...ggaaahhh!  Yeah I know, gossip is sin, and i must avoid it...drats! 

And the other reason i don't care to horn in is:  what a golden opportunity for a bit of me-time.  i don't get that real often - and that's not a complaint; if i wanted loads and lots of me-time, i would have remained single. 

Sunday, December 16, 2018

Aw drats, now i godda take a sledge hammer to th' troll-trough!

But it was fun to mix up a few tid-bits with some of their own ... ew, loading it on the truck for a drive-by, then standing back, and watchin' 'em slop it  on down - hey, sometimes they even push and growl at each other.  Too funny ;)  But that toxin-stained trough has to be hosed down and thoroughly scrubbed with cleaning compounds, then rendered into pieces, and set out with Tuesday's garbage.  And doggoneit, godda wash th' truck real good too - in this weather!

Here's what happened: was listening to a certain sermon, and per the preacher's (Jason Cooley - sermonaudio.com) very Biblical sermons ... well, the doc's diagnosis is on target.  Exposure to the toxins has led to my contracting/aggravating jezebel-cancer, and if i don't undergo Gospel-chemo, stage one or two will devolve itself into stage 3, or even 4.  No more road trips, drats!

But reality is reality.  The Lord rules His universe, and i don't.

i don't mean to be overly harsh, i know what it's like to do without.

Neither have i forgotten those wintery days when i looked for little inside cleaning projects, for the purpose of staying warm - of wearing a jacket inside, because (even back then) heating costs were borderline-insane.  Of missing out on visiting friends and family, because that meant spending money for gas - funds i needed to get back and forth to WORK.  Funds i needed to set aside, because the rent was due in a week or so.  i remember the cheese-n-cracker apologies-for-meals, because a regular kitchen-cooked meal wasn't free - and the water-bill would arrive in the mail within a few days.  i remember wearing threadbare duds and scuffed shoes because i needed to, hopefully, have enough set aside, just in case, the tires didn't pass inspection - after all, no wheels-no JOB, no job-no money, no money-no rent, no rent = go couch-surfing. 

It's about being an "adult."  It's called thinking things through - uhm, like staying in and reading a book, instead of going out and doing something stupid ... like wanting the (pathetically-cheap) thrill of the moment, and nine months later ...  Nope, didn't want to end up there.  And worse: ending up bellyaching and blaming others for my own personal decisions/mistakes.

But then again, i (so fortunately ;) am not an MRA ... 

Oh, now they're playing the "ugly females" card ;) These MRAs just keep getting

more pathetic as they become more obnoxious.  Can ya spell, "impotent rage?"  Uh, feminism isn't going to go away, just because many women choose to cut their hair like an old-school Marine recruit, and refuse to give even three inches of closet-space to keep a dress.  For good or ill, feminism/domestic relations will remain in place because, protecting even "ugly" women and their babies (even by different fathers) is what civilized societies do. 

And what's really ironic is, feminism would have never been conceived, let alone born, had it not been for the provision of the elite "Alpha-men."  Ya know, the guys who wore top-hats and owned rail-roads, mines, ships ...  Women's "empowerment" is only made possible through the good will of motivated men - men who have their choice of dozens of fine young ladies, men who hire accountants to pay out generous child-support checks to their former mistresses.

Men who really have no time for pizza-shop pouters.  That's reality.

Saturday, December 15, 2018

Another MRA throwing a whine fest (no surprise) because hiring prostitutes

is illegal.  Uhm, yeah!  Even if that sort of industry was legal, you can yer boots - and the $300-some in 'em - the girls would still be abused.  The nature of the beast.  Women were not created to lay with several different men on a yearly, let alone nightly, basis.  Our stuff is internal, that means gals are more prone to catching something, and passing it along - gives new meaning to regifting. 

In addition, legalizing would still remain, at best, awkward for the women's children.  How does little Ronald or Janis respond when someone asks what Mommy does for a living?  But of course, at the end of the day, MRAs don't give a flying flip about the children who grow up fatherless.  Oh, and hold yer ears when the MRAs launch into mega hissy-fits because domestic relations dun grabbed one or more of 'em by the collar, and shouted "PAY UP!" for the children they helped to create. 

Ya know, it's almost funny to witness, or even read about, when one of these luzers gets their lacey drawers all in a snit, but the part where the kid goes without ... uh, that's sad.

Monday, December 10, 2018

No sympathy here for MRAs, Red Pillers, or any other irresponsible types.

For every guy taken across by a gal, there's a gal left in a lurch by some irresponsible pee-wee.  And we all sit around and wonder why rad-fems are known to sport purple mohawks, facial piercings, and carry rude signs.  Ms.Mohawk, by the way, was once a little girl, who played with dolls - then one day, not only did Daddy leave, he left a history of spewing at Mom, at her, excuse-laden cuss-words.

Shortly after, Mom's cooking took the form of cheap msg-laden noodles.  And there was no orange juice in the frig.  As the little girl grew, her coats, pants, t-shirts and shoes were replaced with crap that other kids no longer wore.  If something came from wally-world, that was an indication the child-support check had come through - but pee-wees are known to show up late for work, half-stewed, or not at all.  Back to th' sally-ann fer yer duds, kid.

If this little screed seems to come down hard on men, well too bad so sad.  Go back six-thousand years.  Adam was put in charge of Eve.  Even after the fall, even though Eve rebelled, Adam was the one who was stuck with the responsibility to get out there and work hard to provide Eve and the babies with suitable duds - and fresh orange juice.

Women walking away with millions ... they can't be that mediocre!

As per usual, some red pillars are acting like bitter old women.  Recently another still rather hot late-30s woman had received a generous divorce settlement from her very wealthy soon-to-be ex-husband.  The red pillar of course conveniently forgets that No#1, these soon-to-be ex-wives obviously had something that a savvy multi-millionaire had desired.  And no, rich guys didn't amass millions upon millions by being stupid, or lead around by their private-parts.  Rich guys hire top-shelf lawyers to draw up rock-solid, specialized prenuptial agreements.

The red pills preach and praise the "Alpha Male." Well, how much more "alpha" can a man get?  Surely mr.alpha has 100 women who are vying for just a few minutes of his attention. He has options.  He is used to eating the best food, wearing the finest fabrics, joining exclusive clubs ... ya think he's going to marry some (community-college-dropout) girl who manages the pretzel-world kiosk?  No, he's an alpha man, and he wants none other than an alpha lady to be his (future ex) wife.

Evolution baby!  The top of the chain, do what they do, live how they live, because ... because they can.

Friday, December 7, 2018

Red-pills go around and around ... without even a mere THOughT. Hhmmm, maybe that's why they're so miffed...ya think ;)

The cold hard truth is:  women have looked to feminism because time has long proven men to be unreliable. And i really hate like heck to be typing this, but i'm sorry, it's true.  Just ask around.  Who doesn't know a Mary, or a Kate - oh, and let's not forget BeBe, or Peg.  These women, except for one, were housewives.  Atleast one of the widows didn't even have the money for the funeral - the neighbors had taken up a collection.  And yeah, it's been atleast several years, but this sort of thing still goes on.  And ya wonder why women are really hesitant to be keepers-at-home?  Uhm, women aren't stupid; women (and men) know atleast one dedicated, submissive wife who ended up on a raggedy clothesline.  This ain't some dystopian fantasy, this is fact. 

As for the incels, and the mgtows, (with their one-sided double-standards) what do they know about maintaining a home?  That is, aside of the rare occasion of actually getting off the sofa, and going out to the shed to fire up Mommy's riding mower.  Ya godda wonder, what's the agenda?  Pee-wee's b-day coming up?  That it?  Or did mom land a promotion?   And to think, that woman was actually excited about not having to cut the grass.  Well DUH!!!  She shouldn't have to ask, anticipate.  And she shouldn't have to take her car to the garage either for routine stuff.  Okay, maybe pee-wee doesn't know about cars...  Well why not?

Double standards, they go both ways.  Daniel Amneus talked about this in his books. 


So disgusted! About two months ago, ordered this really Grade A sweater

for my husband.  A real sweater, made of 100% real wool - the soft kind, that doesn't make you itch.  Sad state of affairs, so much clothing out there is completely whack.  And finding decent clothing is more a hassle for big/tall men (and women).  Well, the catalog people put the sweater on back order.  Okay, fine.  Said we'd get the sweater in early November.  Okay, no problem.  Well, a few days ago, received a check instead.  Evidently, no sweater is available.  This wasn't about Christmas, this sweater was about replacing my husband's old wool sweater, that has a hole in it.

Thursday, December 6, 2018

Another post from the pit. Idiot wishes the IRS to trash the poor woman's

door to her humble, but tidy, apartment.  What this red-pill freak fails to comprehend is that women who bring strangers into their abodes on an hourly basis, aren't doing that sort of thing for sheets and giggles, these women need to pay their (ridiculously overpriced) rent and put shoes on their children's feet.  Not saying this type of job is good, or healthy for kids to be around, just saying these women are doing what they can to get by.  And yeah, the money might be aok at times, with a few vacas thrown in from the visas of well-to-do old guys. 

Meanwhile, many of us go to jobs each day, and the IRS knows exactly what we earn.  Oh, but we can still be productive well into our 50s, not so with the women described in the above paragraph.  Her customers will visit quite noticeably less often by the time she reaches her early 30s.  And her job offers NO health insurance and NO retirement.  As for social security, you have to work x amount of years to even qualify.  And post-30 jobs at the qwik-way, the muffin-palace are tedious, don't last, and pay peanuts. 

In short, the women of the first paragraph face a rather bleak future.  Isn't that enough?  Evidently, idiot (that vindictive fart) doesn't think so.

Talk about desperate "wimminz!" Ew, just read a blog post, by some idiot,

whose scree[d]name is ... oh, it really doesn't matter.  They met on some "dating" (i.e., skank) site, and she had posted of being "down" (yeah, sis, ya shure are ... trollin' for the likes of that luzzzeerrr ;) for some creative fornication.  Well, to cut the pathetic story short, luzer got to the diner early, and ordered a light lunch.  Yeah, how about that!  At least, back in the day, whoremongers atleast bought their prospective one-afternoon-stands a meal beforehand.  But anyway... the cheepo-b'tard went on proclaiming how his time was valuable - yeah, like nobody else's is.  Luzer gets a text from the desperate woman, that she would be a few moments late.  Well, luzer, once again launches into pontificating how HIS time .... gag ;/

My question is:  does the desperate woman have ANY idea that luzer did her a great, great favor by not waiting more than 10 minutes for her, and then not answering her calls, (of course, luzer had to make a big deal over that, too) only to read in his final response, what a vicious little creep luzer actually is.  Hope the desperate woman had a good 3-millisecond cry, and then forgot all about luzer.  Moving forward ... you go girl ;)

Wednesday, December 5, 2018

i'm sorry, but the woman's post (over at goody-two-shoes land) came off

sounding really fake.  Yeah, she's a lecturey kind, so am not surprised.  Ya know, comes off as the sort who like to look down her patrician nose at 40-something divorcees.  Uh, didn't our Lord have compassion for sinners?  Didn't our Lord urge even the stupidest sinners to repent, and He would welcome them with open arms, and never bring up their past? 

Anyway, a recent one of hers, oh come on ...  Yes, women DO sing praises to the Lord as they go about their cooking and cleaning.  But she came off as bragging, she even named the songs she was singing - like, oh, look at me, look at my play-list ... I am sssoo much better than you rock/country listeners.

Hey, i don't know if she is for-real or not, but i know the Bible says things about self-righteous people can, and are really thorough at having about everybody around them snowballed.  All's i know, something sounded not quite right.

Monday, December 3, 2018

Think i saw an mra candidate up at the vfw; stopped in, concerning a Christmastime errand -

yeah i know, some folks wax a bit dramatic when you don't say "Holiday" ... yeah whatever!  Anyway, mr.mra (and being that this divorced man is pretty busy doing his well-paying professional job, i doubt he has much time for dUHrock and company - or their sorry jargons) was eating his lunch at the bar, and nursing a hangover.  And yeah, the divorce had cost him assets, but hey even so, he isn't hurting. And maybe, just maybe, having made responsible decisions as a matter of course, is the reason ya don't hear him spouting off mra/mgtow rubbish.  Come to think of it, cannot recall hearing that sort of whining off-line, period.  Oh yeah, have heard "she's a greedy witch" more than a few times, but from what i can gather, men don't want to air their troubles - unless the White-Socks lost again.

Anyway, seeing him sitting there, half hungover...was sad.  Guess he'd later on go home to his (probably spacious) recently purchased (and probably already paid for) house...  Maybe he has a hot girlfriend, but even so, bet the weekend that he doesn't have his kids (oh wait, they're teens...) the memories of what a family was ... Oh, could he still be somewhat bummed out?

Sad, to not have a home-life.  Was in and out of there within minutes, and in a hurry to get home, and get that pot roast in the oven.

Saturday, December 1, 2018

Had to stop at the cell-phone store, and while there, there was this

old woman. i don't know, maybe she was in her late 60s.  But, while waiting, i heard enough of her calm, though rather frustrated dialog with the young salesman...yeah, i guess she was a bit out of her element, something about her husband had taken care of all this stuff, but he was gone.  Oh no, not the usual reason, uhm, the guy couldn't help it, he was in the graveyard - and probably not in a little crispy-critter box, but in a real coffin.  i don't know, but ya know what, sometimes ya get impressions from people you never spoke to, or ever will - atleast on this side. 

The young guy was, well somewhat rude.  Well duh!  These places don't hire enough people, and even though there, the 1-800-yourcall is...GAG!!!   Well, their THREE operators, to handle THIRTY calls per millisecond... Okay, i am a bit over th' top on that one, oh, but not so very much.  We all know the automated drill.  Anyway, i can't down th' guy; he grew up in this godLESS, automated society, his dad and mom are probably divorced - and both 40 or 50 somethings think they're thirty somethings, and just having a gay (yeah, maybe that too) ol' time fornicating like barely-adult bonobos.  Hey, that's what they shove at 'em in school.  Ya can't run like a deer, when yer stuck in a pig pen. 

Anyway, the old woman, probably a long-time married.  Uh, she looked like one of those "fundies."  Ya know, while everyone else is in jeans, she had on a skirt - on this blustery day.  No makeup, a plain sweater-coat with a hood and white bobby-socks peeking out from flat clunker shoes.  It's not like she looked ragged or ugly, just, uh plain.  Guess she is probably one of those old broads ;/ who only had eyes for her Husband, and now has to go it alone.  Ew!  Ya know, it's like having been the guy's wife from around the time the crust cooled, doesn't matter. 

But ya can't blame the cell-phone staff; they have to do what they have to do.  For this total invalidation of long-term (i.e., REAL marriage), we can all thank the weirdos (on auto) for the ever changing account status - never mind, that so many people shove aside their utility bills in favor of the casino/strip-club or whatever other overpriced waste of time.  Oh, did i just hear "Judgmental" from the latest dweeb?   Like Mom used to say, "up yer bucket." 

Speaking of bills gone wildly unpaid, one of my husband's buddies was saying that funeral homes (which do about 50% cremations - which are about 1/3 the price of burial services) are no strangers to getting jacked up.  And family members wonder why funeral costs are getting more expensive.  My mother-in-law passed about 10 years ago, her funeral was about 11K; today that same funeral would have been around 15K.  Well, her sons split the cost and paid the funeral home - promptly.  Yeah, old people ;/  But i digress.

It only stands to "Reason" (boy oh boy, do i luv stealin' back words from the weirdos).  It is only "Rational" to conclude that the meee-tttoooo crowd don't know any better.  As children, young people today learned quick to fear and deride commitment; their adulthood (for lack of a better term) is a saga of hook-up, shack-up, break-up, melt-down, rinse and repeat.  We're bottles of (cheap)perfume shampoo bottles - use most of it up, what ya can get at, then pitch into the recycle, or the trashcan.  Well the drama is a paper...no wait, a cyber-trail, one that swerves like a really drunk driver.   Godda roll.

The usual slanderish-speak over at dUHrocks. Yeah i get it, women of

easy virtue mire up everybody's waters.  It's certainly no rocket-scientist's equation to figure out as to why men are hesitant to marry, and support a wife, and look after her into widowhood.  Ew!  Many of the websites concerning post-60 women pertain to dating (i.e., fornicating ... mental pictures, mental pictures ... that's just gross)!  Uhm, if any railers be about, HEY! i am over 60, so back th' heck off, already.  Just sayin'...worldlings are annoying, trotting out their sleezy-senior rubbish.

'Am really tired of aging fembot word-theft.  They go around fancying themselves as "empowered," (gag!) as revolutionaries.  Hah!  More like battlefield horses' petutes!  A "revolutionary" basically is on his (or her) own - to battle one or more various wolves, likely to gather.  A "revolutionary" is, often unwillingly, in a battle that few understand - and fewer support.

i don't want to have to be courageous.  i just want to be able to catch the bus each morning, do my clerical job, come home in the evenings, be my husband's wife, keep things tidy around here.  But i see a "in the last days..." storm brewing, and this one in particular, appears to be a hum-dinger.

And as far as the pity-party-patrollers over at dUHrocks, they can all blow it out their collective ear.  "Christian" site...my gray thinning hair!  They're giving pointers on how to rail, without the risk of having some "THOTs" attorney visit their mailbox.  Uhm, i ain't real bright, but the free Railing 102 course being offered over there, is nothing but fruit that is shipped directly from hell.

Maybe that commenter over at dUHrocks got thrown out of that NY bar

for simply being obnoxious.  Bar people are generally of the live-and-let-live mindset.  You can wear the odd-ballest-stuff, walk into a bar, order a drink, tend to your own cup, and nobody will bother you.  Well okay, if you are a gal, and not totally unattractive, some joe may hit on you, but even then, a polite refusal to engage, once or twice, is enough to clue joe to seek his amusement with someone else.  No harm done.  Bar people have enough of their own troubles, they're not out to take on anyone else's.  For the most part, if the guy or gal sitting beside you, doesn't even like you/your weird hat, he or she will simply not talk to you. 

That is, unless you push your issues, a time or two, too many.  Bar people don't like it when some little dweeb opines to people he barely knows, about people/situations which he knows even less - and such are even less of his beeswax.  Neither is it smart to allude that such-n-such woman, sitting over there (ya know, the aging blond who always wears those gaudy blouses) is of easy virtue.  Yeah, half the bar knows she's been around, but to come out and opine about her...hey, she's one of the 6-o'clockers! 

Perhaps that particular dUHrock commenter would do better to either learn some basic barroom etiquette, or stay out of the bars altogether.  Ya think?

Friday, November 30, 2018

"ChristianCool" Really? It's a scree[d]name of a follower over at dUHrocks,

and, per his blather, i cannot help but to suspect that he is neither.  Yep, it's the same-old same-old anti-marriage beef.  What is with these guys!  And yeah, i get it:  men have been taken to the cleaners when the marriage devolves into divorce.   That poses the next comment:  Don't these thieving women realize the shitty legacy they are passing on to their own daughters - girls who will grow up, want to get married and have babies, and find out that men aren't interested - because the men have fathers, brothers, friends who have been hung out to dry?   Thanks thieving harpies, thanks a lot!

Yes, men DO get ripped off, bigtime.  So do women, (who long-time stayed the marital course) but that's for another post.  Throughout the Scriptures, both men and women are warned, chapter and verse, chapter and verse again...that above-board people are rare. 

What i don't get about dUHrock (misery) and company is:  when these chronic-whiners were dating their current/previous ex-wives, did they forget several no-brainer observations?  Such as: what sort of books did their girlfriends read?  Oh, hottie-hannah, read those soft-p0rns-parading-as-"Romance", ya know, the ones where the tall, dark, handsome pirate/biker/germanic barbarian is actually sole heir to a texas-sized estate... can ya spell, "Red Flag?"  Or, not a good sign either, hottie didn't (and still doesn't) like to read.   Thing is, people who read decent books are people who don't need you or anyone else to entertain them 24thumping7.  People who read, are the sort of people who, sometimes, need their own space, and so appreciate that other people also need theirs. 

While you dated, what did she talk about?  Did she covet other people's stuff - including the large lovely home and acreage owned by Mr&Mrs Neighbor?  Oh, never mind what is conveniently forgotten: uhm, 40-years ago, the couple started out in a crappy apartment - and started with crappier furniture.  What did her face & body language convey when encountering elderly/poor people?  And how's this for a truth-teller:  ya know, the long line and that bungling cashier over at the qwik-way.  Did she sometimes treat you to the movie or supper?   And last, but oh so not least:  was she at least respectful about the things of Christ?  If not, uhm, right then and there ya shoulda rrruuuuunnnnnn!

Yeah i know, young and dumb, and doggoneit, she was hot!

Thursday, November 29, 2018

The new checks we got from the bank, they don't say "Mr. and Mrs. [Name]", but at least

they listed my husband's name before mine.  Why did this change?  Methinks, after seeing a financial person about a document that also got changed, it has to do with various weirdo relationships, that the weirdos insist on calling "marriage", but are about as permanent as snow accumulation on a 45 degree day.  Oh, the paperwork has to be ever-changing with these newFANGled relationships, coupled with the fact that business entities clearly don't have enough, if any, telephone receptionists.  And good luck with getting hold of social security - my friend from junior high is a widow...fortunately, both she and her late husband had gotten business done, so she hadn't been left in a lurch.  Speaking of business, time to get to the busstop.

Saturday, November 24, 2018

Sidebars are handy to find and check out the latest blogposts

Just added CaneCaldo's blog; his goes back to around 2012.  Can't say i agree with all of it, but per the posts i've read, he is all about marriage and family.  A bit legalistic, but hey, it's his blog.  And folks could accuse me of the same thing, if i were to get started on ... oh, fiddle-de-de, think i will get started - 'cause hey, this is my blog ;). 

Real quick, was doing some pre-Christmas cleaning, and decided to take a side-route.  My husband has scads of pictures from his, and his parents - and his grandparents - youth.  My husband's last name is not Vanderbilt, but seeing those pictures, those steel mill families somehow were able to afford really nice clothing for weddings - and they were always going to weddings, about every time you turned around.  Never mind the bride, the moms and the sisters wore lovely dresses - and you can tell, they actually wore atleast a half-slip underneath.  These people didn't have money, but they sure did have alot of kids - in those small, like 1,200 square-foot houses.  How they managed to store and care for their good duds, which i'm sure many wore hand-me-downs to weddings, and to church on Sunday.  But to look at those pictures, if i didn't know any better, i'd think one of the Vanderbilts, dun picked the lock, came in here, and left the old photo album (of his folks) sometime while my Husband and i weren't here. 

Anyway, back to Cane's blog.  He has several posts concerning women's choice of clothing (be it intentional or be it media brainwashing).  Methinks (for whatever that's worth) most women simply buy what is available in the stores; most women are just too darn busy - on (Christless) things the unregenerate world tells 'em, doggoneit, they'd better submit.  Yeah, and these same worldling creeps badmouth wives who generally, quietly defer to their husbands - even if they (the wives) think that certain snowblower purchase will turn out to be a nickle and dimer, leaving the couple unable to get out, a few snow-storms from now.  Yeah, my parents had this snowblower, back in '96 ... stupid thing didn't work, but i digress.

Cane is right about Mennonite women, they sure do dress lovely.  And ya know what, they do house and garden work ... yeah, and maybe some of the snow-removal, in dresses.  And no, i'm not one of those thou-shalt-not-EVER-wear pants type of gal.  Pants are great when you have to climb a ladder in order to shovel deep snow off the side roof.  Yeah, i don't want my husband up there, his heart condition...

Divorce parties, what rubbish. Yeah, i get it, some marriages cannot

be repaired, but to publically deride the person with whom you shared a bed, a breakfast table, silly emails ...  Divorce is a time to mourn for what could never be.  Celebrating a divorce is wicked, the Lord is so NOT impressed at the fembot's little parrtah.  What a shitty example for young people. 

Isn't it odd, we don't read or hear about men throwing divorce parties.  Nah, the newly divorced guys simply, quietly go out to the bar and talk about football, engines ... whatever (guy-talk, yawn), have a few too- many, stumble on home, fall into a cold,  empty (and messy) bed, wake up to the alarm and get ready for work.  A few times, rinse, repeat.

Oh, but with some gals out there, going public - with what should be tea 'n tears among close friends around a coffee-table - at a (so called) "ladies" night ... ew!  Yeah, hope the parrtah was worth it...years down the road, which keep getting more lonely, more financially worrisome. 

Oh, and as for your latest ex-boyfriend...of course, he just got engaged to a woman younger than you.  Why on earth would a man who has a decent job & decent prospects want to hook up with a used-up hasbeen - especially, one who has dealt treacherously?  If the guy is even half smart ...

Maybe the barely-30-something fella is hearing his bio-clock.  Newsflash: men can tell time too!  Surely, men want to be young enough to shoot hoops with their son/s (without the next morning knee and hip drama).  Surely men think down the road to when their sons have boys of their own?

Yep, like mom said concerning doing stupid things, ...it will turn around and bite you in the [rear].

Friday, November 23, 2018

Oh, the peewees blathering again. Ah, yeah, there are treacherous women

out there, and fembots are annoying.  Isn't the last statement a no-brainer?  Anyway, per a recent post on another blog, was featured some lipstick fembot.  The blogger called her and other fembots crazy, greedy, manipulative, dangerous, and UGLY!!!  Uhm, more of the same: no-brainers!

But peewee launched the typical red-pill low-down cheap-shot.  Uh, how peewee knows the fembot's private life..?  Okay, maybe he hacked into her cell-phone.  Anyway, he all-too-predictably slams her with being "sexually inactive."  Well, don'cha know, she is over 30. 

Everything peewee had described, per paragraph one of this short post is valid (fembots play the blame-game).   Per paragraph two, however, peewee is simply spouting idiot-level slander.  If the fembot is married, then he is horning in on the business of another man (the crazoid fembot's husband). 

And, by the way, if her husband is a ... oh horrors, a "beta..."  Doesn't matter!  A "beta" man is still a man - and some "betas" may appear weak...until you push a few too many buttons, a few too many times. 

If ms.fembot is single, then,,, duh!!! 




Saturday, November 17, 2018

Aw drats, not enough in my account to buy "Men On Strike," so i can

read it, and then, as a verified purchaser, made snide comments about the pathetic little whoremongers, like versesvoxest, who rally around this handy excuse to sleep around, giving the community that accursed gift - the one that keeps on giving.

If i happen to survive my husband, i will never marry again - not because of any resentment, but because the Lord Jesus has blessed me with (as Grandma said about her manly Husband) a "tough act to follow." 

versusvoxest, on the other hand, sounds like a little puke, whose long-suffering wife of 23 years had finally had enough!  Why, the little punk-arse-biche, spouts his sludge from behind the multi-layered petticoat of a screen-name - and that, alone, speaks volumes.

"lady friend with benefits" is just a white-washed synonym for "skank."  Uhm, isn't society infested with enough of them?  Oh, and by the way, there are more than a few sexually active (can ya spell "desperate"?) 60+ women, so this little rant of mine isn't about my being over 60 - nice freaking try, scoffers ;)

Thursday, November 15, 2018

i am so fed up with red-pillerz. Not all women steal from their husbands.

Many women are tight-wads - looking down the road, when the kids are in college, (and need financial help getting started in adult life) and further down the road, when the King of the castle is no longer able to shovel the walk way to the draw-bridge, lug bags of rock-salt, mow the lawn, trim the hedges, put in that two-ton AC window unit.

People age, and come to the cold realization, of no longer being able to do the things they once did.  Seems like women, more than men, are walking clocks/calculators.  Women, especially, are savvy to the fact that old age is NOT a time to be short on funds.

And any woman worth her weight in salt, realizes the post-divorce lifestyle is nothing like the wimmin mag(got)zines portray.  Cosmo and the LieTime-wimminz-channel serve to "lead captive silly women laden with sins."  For-real women have no time for such clap-trap.  We're busy!  Moping floors, writing out utility bills, folding laundry, chopping veges, cutting sewing patterns, running for the commuter bus, posting a blog article while on the bus.

Hhmmm, maybe the red-pills - these snakes didn't "evolve" just last Tuesday - are miffed, because most the worthy women are VERY married, while most the rest are alpha-widows - in the true sense of the word, i.e., longtime wife of a manly man.  Like Gramma said, years after Grampa's passing, "He's a tough act to follow."  Gramps was tall, handsome AND successful.  Uhm, no wonder Gramma wasn't at all interested in settling as just another (whiney) red-piller's meal-ticket. 

MRAs, MGTOWs, PUAs are pathetic, and can all go pound sand... ;)

Some advice from an old lady to youngins just starting out.

Forget wood stoves!  They are a pain in the neck.  i understand that the EPA (newfangled) stoves won't run if the electric goes out.  The older stoves are down-drafty rubbish.  During a storm, you'll end up with a smokey house, and cold from having to open windows and doors. 

Buying quality firewood isn't cheap either, you need lots of storage - then, there's the stacking and clean-up. Free or bargain firewood?  Forgetaboutit!  It's either half waterlogged, half dry-rotted, smoldery, or a combination thereof.

A lot of work for two-income households.  Mrs. Daniel Boone stayed home and tended the fireplace.  Getting up in the middle of the night to put more wood on, doesn't bode well when the 6AM alarm goes off - and the stupid stove needs more wood.  The commuter bus into the full-time WORK place won't wait.

Back in the day, before the (nosey, phariasic) gaia-groupies started mouthing off about things they knew nothing of (the patriarchy back then shoulda told the lot of 'em, ta shut th' heck up) electric/oil heat was rather inexpensive.  My parents didn't have much money, but that fuel-oil heatedhouse was always warm.

Nowadays, people clutter their (already crowded) floor-spaces with portable heaters.  And the quiverfOOl movement (like diarrhea) can blow it out their ... with their self-righteous lecturing on the evils of drywall (i.e., living space/a bit of room for privacy)  Yeah, they're telling us of the virtues of 12 people living in a 1200 square foot house.  Sounds like a fire hazard, ya think?

So glad the bank executives closed, and sent their tellers HOME!

And very glad i had gone earlier in the week.  The roads are just TERRIBLE!  i thought communities had their snow-removal supplies and were ready to go.  Evidently not.  Yes, it's early in the snow season, but hey, it doesn't take a rocket-scientist to realize that if the salt and the cinders aren't all used up this winter, then that's all the less that needs ordered for the following winter.  Thought it was just the city that was unprepared.  Wrong again ;/   ALL the roads, even the highways, are just accidents with little wait-time to happen.  During the taxi-ride of about 20 miles - top fare, and i don't blame the gentleman, one iota - we saw several vehicles off the road, in ditches. 

This morning, there was no snow yet; the maps told me - i checked, several times - two to three inches.  HA!  There's already five out there, and it's still snowing.  Anyway, i had been considering calling off work today, but i decided (silly me) to be a trooper, and go on in.  Needless to say, the next time there's snow in the forecast, i am calling off.  i am lucky to be home, and not stranded in the city.  But as a precaution, i am going to stash extra cash at work.  i am basically a data entry clerk for an entity that more than a few folks deride - and basically say all sorts of nasty things about the employees there - that is, until those scoffers need provisions.   Next time i see the usual snide comments in the on-line paper, i am just going to laugh out loud.

Anyway, dear Lord, i pray travel mercies to the taxi-drivers, police, medical, and what few snow-removal guys are out there in all this.

Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Oh, the ungodly don't miss a trick! Over the last year or so,

my husband and i would receive advertisements in the mail, which on the envelope, the purveyors (i guess because there are still decency laws) would have in large bold font, the type of material within.  And within about a second, the entire unopened mailings were ripped in half and thrown in the waste-can - come to think of it, for my age, i've a pretty good grip on things ;)  Neither did my husband care for that sort of rubbish - he was raised better!  Where he came from, men were taught to be men, not overgrown punks.

Anyway, now these skank-peddlers figured out (they're low-down rotten scumbags, but they ain't stupid) that posting the warning label in small text, and couching it in a corner - instead of near the middle of the mailer...  Yeah, i thought it was an advertisement for a political publication or insurance or auto-parts...

Was grossed out.  And no, scoffer, i'm no prude - not by a longshot!  i detested dirty pictures (posing as medical information) of any type, when i was young, attractive and agile.

Per dUHrock ('n company) 53 year-old, never married Wendy Griffith...

uhm, maybe, just maybe, the lady remains single because she continually chooses to NOT settle for guys who are obviously too blazing cheap to treat a gal to supper at a family restaurant.  Hats off to Wendy!

Lunch-break is about over, godda get back to work.

Monday, November 12, 2018

Ew! Lori, in one of her (2017) posts was talking up Michael Pearl.

Ew!  That dude, in his books, raises child abuse to an art form.  Well, evidently, the drama doesn't stop there.  If a wife is married to a complete meanie, she's supposed to wax pollyanna through the entire (raw) deal.  And no, i don't advocate divorce - that's a last resort.  What burns me up about these pharisee-types is: have they even troubled themselves to walk several yards - let alone 1/4 mile - in the worn-out / cast-off shoes of gaslit / neglected wives?

People think this treatment of wives and children is how Christians live and believe.  People think our Lord is a-o-thumping-k with meanie husbands and mousy wives - and terrified children.  Oh, does it take a freaking rocket-scientist to figure out why so many people want no parts of the Bible, of sermons, church, hymns?

Just a bit peeved right now.

Sunday, November 11, 2018

Red-piller's usefOOl idiots give no thought (of course nnooott)

toward women wearing ratty jackets (in need of a wash).  That poor woman had been left in a lurch.  Ya know, the typical peewee (can ya spell "sperm donor") who, of course, wouldn't step up to th' plate - and be a father to his son.  The woman, like so many other women, ended up raising her child alone.  As for the child-support, that money goes quick...for things like: food, clothing, books, toys, out-of-pocket medical/dental needs, after-school activities...  Child gets sick, guess who takes off work - and perhaps has no leave, because moms get sick also, or have car trouble.  Single motherhood is no easy-street experience - even when dad does step up.  But anyone who isn't living under a slimy red rock, knows darn well peewee are every dern where.

That jacket of hers coulda used a trip to th' mat. It showed.

Judgy people conveniently forget that the well maintained washers and dryers that grace our lovely laundry mat are card-operated - a minimum of $5.  The two-loader top-load washers - with the optional twice-wash and twice-rinse - cost $3.10;  a half-hour dry costs about $1.  Seen it, more than a few times, people shoving in more like three loads in those washers - without the upgrade option - same goes with putting in four loads into the triple-loader, five or six into the four-loader, eight into the six....and will the concrete floor buckle under the ten-loader - which costs about $12-something.

Not everyone has extra on their cards to load/upgrade an additional washer/dryer.  Normally, i go about every five days.  My husband and i generate about one load per day - so, i use two of the triple-loaders; they cost $5 each with the upgrade.  The dryer's, for the wash-loads that size are $1.5 each.  10+3=13.  That does not include the $3.1 i sometimes put into the vending machine for a bottle of bleach (which is twice the cost of what the grocery store charges - but i like the convenience of the mat's products/services).  i am no longer young, and a bottle of bleach is just extra grocery weight.

What i am getting at is:  fresh crisp clothing washed in an under-populated washer costs money, of which not everyone can spare.  We don't take vacas, or eat in pricey restaurants, but praise the Lord, we have decent clothing that smells clean and brisk.  That, i am grateful.

Thursday, November 8, 2018

Oh, the worldlings are at it again ;/

Went to someone's blog and began reading her latest post. Had started the second paragraph, and don' cha know: one of those stupid "CONGRATULATIONS: YOU JUST WON..."  Uhm, no!  my reading a blog post was rudely interrupted.  Worldlings are annoying, they're like that, they can't be otherwise because they're zombies. 

Without going into detail - because the lost are generally nosey and manipulative - if i was a worldling (zombie) right now, i would be having a major meltdown.  Have reason to believe i have been taken advantage of, and it's rather serious.  Ya know, lemons come in all shapes, sizes and makes. 

So, will chalk this down as a test of faith.  Any worldling can write this post off as just some typical old broad at the usual clinging to her pasta-god.  Oh, have at it, scoffer;/ It's folks like you who continually get in everyone's business, who habitually make life stressful for everybody else - and consistently cannot / will not take a hint. 

Yep, at best, some folks have filtering deficiencies, so my situation could be far worse - i could be one of them.  Ew!

Friday, November 2, 2018

Used to wonder what was up with David when he was on the run

from King Saul.  All along, David looked up to Saul.  Even when the townswomen sang of David killing tens of thousands, while King Saul had only killed thousands.  Of course, Saul was rabidly upset.  Ya know, what other people think...  And yeah, Saul had valid cause to fear, because back then, the new king, deposed the old king in none too kindly manners - it's not like one of our presidents bummed out over losing the election, and having to move he and his family's stuff out of the White House.  Not too long ago, i couldn't understand why David didn't kill Saul when he had the chance, because Saul threatened David's life several times.  And not only that, because of Saul's fits of rage, David was years on the run, living hand to mouth...imagine, having to exist in a yucky cave, and wanting just a bath and a clean change of clothes, oh what a luxury!   While Saul's living large, poor David would just love to have one cup of water that tasted reasonably fresh, and a hunk of bread that didn't need a jack-hammer taken to it.  This doing without went on for several years, that 'el grind a person.  Was listening to a sermon about a year ago, and the preacher speculated, that because David feared the Lord, and was mindful of the Lord's commandments, David knew that people who are habitually hard-hearted, and die in that mindset...doesn't end well.  So, it makes sense as to why David grieved for Saul.

Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Psychopath (really??) playing the ppooorr-victim card. It's almost funny, but...

Anyway, is she really a psycho?  Just because she claims to not be troubled by (normal [fallen] human emotions), and the old perv (old women doing that....Ew!!!) makes fun of people having (normal) emotions.  But i cannot help but to suspect that she is just an overaged ;) brat who desperately needs to grow the heck up.  Maybe her ongoing habit of keeping her emotions in check poses not a great difficulty for her.  From having read several of her posts, it appears that, decades back, her natural womanly nature was mocked and crushed - by a society that talks women's rights, but does far more the opposite.  Frankly, to lack natural affection for people in general is something to be concerned about (Roman's 1). 

And yeah, she evidently likes to pick fights (uhm, sounds emotional).  i wasn't even responding to her comment on that certain blog.  My two-sentence comment had nothing to do with sexual preference; all i did, in those brief statements, was say something about what Jesus Christ said in His Bible, and she got peeved.  Per the Holy Spirit, i got out of there.  You see, i am the sort of person who likes to fight back.  And that stupid sort of business is fleshly, not Spirit, and so is a waste of time.

Lunch over, back to work. 

Saturday, October 20, 2018

"I read the Bible cover to cover x amount ot times." Really?

For starters, anybody can qwik-skim, while believing that sort of psedo-speedreading is actually reading.  Meanwhile, there are for-real Christian pastors out there who will tell you, each time they read from the Scriptures, they find something new - um, that old preacher must have read that ENTIRE Bible more than a few times.  And, rest assured, he's not out there broadcasting how many times he has read the Scriptures from cover to cover.  Nopers!  After 40 or 50 years of preaching, he knows he has so much more to learn from the Word, and he is not afraid to respond to someone's question with a "I don't know, but I'll search the Scriptures."

Anyway, this bit of drama started, because some guy got bigtime bent out of shape, because he simply did not want to hear the unavoidable FACT that sex apart from marriage is sin.  That reality is written throughout both Old and New Testaments.  Hey dude, here's a newsflash:  the Bible was not written by anyone on the internet.  In other words, none of us made the rules.

Friday, October 19, 2018

That piece-of-drek printer was nothing but bondage...will it print out a certain

document that must be mailed today?  Not without a hissy-fit.  Happened nearly every time i needed to use the stupid thing...and cuss and swear!  It's in a garbage bag - in pieces.  Got to thinking, about overly-tasked individuals, and to top the situation off -under bondage by stuff (like printers) designed with aggravation in mind.  Seems so, for one thing, it - like about every other appliance - is black, and so is a hassle to properly see the controls, and keep dusted off.  Gee whizz, the printers at work are white, and are user-friendly.  But work stuff and home stuff stay separate.  Employers (and store owners) are put upon enough as it is by people with entitlement issues.

To overly tasked individuals, it's more than okay to smash a piece of junk on a cement slab.  It's bound to happen, sooner or later, after hearing, time and time again, little side-long comments, snarkey quips, and in general, various foolish statements.  mr (and ms) entitlements are every frakking where. 

And boy-o-boy, far be it, that you'd want to just have thirty minutes upon coming in from WORK to decompress, and maybe get a few things out of the way (hang up your coat, put your keys away, take off your glasses, bring up some firewood before it gets dark, wash up the few dishes in the sink - while they remain few) and maybe  relax...long enough to finish reading a blog post, you had started reading during the bus ride home.

Mom wasn't afforded that luxury either.  And she not only HAD to work full-time, she had four (count 'em) kids to raise.  Mom never trashed a piece-of-crap appliance, but there were times when she was clearly upset.  Well, duh!





Yesterday was a sunny and beautiful crisp fall day, and no rain in the forecast.

Yep, the rain-story mr.entitlement had spun was just an excuse...no surprise there!  Still regret having opened my yap about it in the first place.  Should have just accepted that, since mr.entitlement has a physical disability, he can park where ever the heck he chooses, and does NOT need the store owner's permission, and that people had better move the heck out of his way - pronto! Am giving that dude a really wide berth.

Thing is, if the owner of the dollar store chooses to exercise his legal right to have non-customer's vehicles towed..., well, there's street parking - which, of course, inconveniences the people who live in those houses and must park on the street.  Used to live in town, and still remember coming home with groceries or laundry, and hoping there was a space almost in front of the house (which i had rented the upper floor).  And surely, i was not the only person in town who had trouble parallel-parking.

Am just quietly waiting for the other shoe to drop.  If that happens, he will really be...nuts and bolts.   Once again, i am sorry that he is unable to walk without crutches.  But i also feel bad for the store's customers - some of whom are old, and don't get around so well either.

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

A preacher had recently observed, that the most easy-going pagan -

ya know, the sort of person who would float you lunch money, even though he or she would eat crackers that day...and then, be in no hurry whatsoever to be paid back the $7-something... That sort of person.  Well, the preacher said, basically, just explain clearly what the Gospel is (That everybody, outside of Christ, is already eternally in the worst trouble...) and 9 chances out of 10 boy-howdy, it won't take but a few seconds for the FANGS to come out.  Neither does it matter how gently, compassionately you give the Gospel, the individual will likely get peeved.  And no, the preacherman was not being a spiritual-snoot.

i know where the pagan is coming from.  A co-worker, some years back, was also a preacher - and he wasn't even talking to me on that particular afternoon.  He was talking about the Bible to a co-worker; one who was interested in hearing the Word.  I merely overheard the discourse, and i wanted to slap th' firetruck oudda th' dude.  But didn't want to lose my job - and never mind, being that he is a man, even the typical 99 pound masculine geek has sufficient upper-body-strength to land my sorry lard-arse in the nearest hospital.

Lunch is over, godda get back to work.

Over the past decades i have worked with several atheists.

And yeah, they were nice caring people.  A double YES, a person can indeed appear to be "good without god."  But guess what, our perceptions of reality is akin to the barely-productive typing-pool employee who thinks - really thinks, despite a long history of careless errors - that she should be head of the department.  That's the real human condition, in a cubical.

One thing, i can't help to have noticed among most of these few is: a money-grubbing mindset.  The idea that giving today will put you in financial constraints tomorrow; the question of: who will help me when my butt is in a sling?  That question answered with: no freaking body, that's who!  i am not an atheist, but i struggle with THAT exact form of selfishness EVERY single day.  Oh, the very idea that i may need help...that does NOT sit well with me at all. 

That clearly, blatantly reveals the absolute worst sin: pride.  So, in the flesh, i am no better than any in-everyone's-face internet atheist.

Godda roll.

Monday, October 15, 2018

Atheists appear to be so moral - and i'm glad they don't seem to be

the sort of people who quarrel over parking spaces / flip someone the bird at an intersection.  Maybe, atheists' calmness (can ya spell "peace where there is no peace?") comes from their seemingly superior intelligence.  A high iq - the ability to remember complex scientific jargon...on a dime, and type out lengthy sentences - complete with colons and semi- colons - into lengthy paragraphs.  All on a website visited mostly by Bible Christians - but the scoffers' intellectual chest-pounding is really beside the point.

Point is:  a calm, rational (okay, atheists especially like to toss that word around) outlook on life, along with a terrific memory, are temporal gifts.  And guess where those gifts come from!  Uhm, if these blessings came from an indifferent universe, i could get into a jealous mindset.  The reality is, however, those gifts came from the Lord.  And, oh no, i am not stupid enough to horn in on the Lord's gift-giving business.

Speaking of temporal gifts, Esau and his sons were given a terrific piece of real-estate.  Mount Seir.  The mountain had plentiful water, and the area had natural barriers, so others would have great difficulty in taking it.  Esau and his sons were smart cookies; they took it from the Horites, a rough bunch.

Godda roll.

Friday, October 12, 2018

Twenty-nine heather-mice - out of some 230 embryos...hhmmm.

At another blog [anglobeech] is a post, where supposedly some (obviously demented) scientists had cut-n-pasted X-chromosomes of two female mice (who, by the way, did have a male parent).  Well, these scientists figured out a way, for two female mice to have young - i.e., thanks to bottles, test-tubes, air-conditioning, no dust...  These heathers were supposedly born healthy.  And supposedly, these 29 went on to reproduce.  Question is:  did the scientists have to buy more bottles and test-tubes to make that happen?

Needful to say, just because scientists think they can do something, doesn't always mean they should.  There is so much Godly scientific pursuits out there - pursuits free of weirdo agendas.

Oh the commuter drama fixes to continue. A woman on the bus -

just a few moments ago - wanted to know what had happened yesterday morning...not like it's any of her business.  But anyway, i let it go and simply briefed about him parking too close to where people were standing, all the while, the next space was empty. 

Oh more sheer embarrassment:  she asked if there was any history between us...ew!  Of course, i politely said "no."  Wanted to say, "Oh, [heck] no!"  But mr.entitlement ain't worth invoking that awful place.

Thursday, October 11, 2018

Yeah, think i will continue this morning's post - concerning that bit of

commuter drama.  Really, i'm sorry that the gentleman has to use crutches to get around; and i'm sorry that it's so rainy and nasty out.  But guess what:  the physical condition of free-loading commuters and weekday weather conditions are NOT dollar-store's problem.  Never mind, that individual has pulled into that same space when the weather was clear.

And seriously, i am glad that CUSTOMER parking lots, streets and building entry-ways are handicapped accessible.  When i was a child, that wasn't so; if you were physically challenged, and needed to go in town, if you didn't have someone to run your errands, you were...nuts and bolts!

But frankly, i am still peeved about this parking situation - which has happened before with different mr and ms.entitlements.  One, a woman in her early 20s....kids, they don't know better, and an older woman, who evidently got a hint (i didn't say anything, or even pass a note, to her).   Of course, neither one was fixing to run my arse over while backing up;  nor, did either one park THAT close to the store.

In addition, if this sort of entitlement bs keeps up, the owner of the store has EVERY RIGHT to call acme towing.  Uhm, there ARE "customers only" signs posted throughout dollar store's generous parking lot.

Just one other thing before putting this issue to rest:  what's bothered me for sometime, is the singsongee phrase, "we just want to be treated like everyone else."  Really?  Well guess what!  "Everyone else" has to scramble a bit for parking.

Should have said something, but i am just a chicken-sheet.

A certain individual has a sense of entitlement wider than an LA freeway.  In this small PA town, the owner of the dollar store allows us bus-riders to park our cars in the generous parking lot.  PLENTY of parking in BACK of the store.  Oh, but evidently, that's not good enough for a certain person, whose accessibility issues trump customers who actually access the store in order to PURCHASE things - lots of things.  Yeah, go in there, and you will probably be behind someone who is buying mass quantities - AND has children in tow.  Now tell me, who needs to park close to the store!

Yes, i realize that handicapped people have needs, but doggonnit, so do other people.  Those right-out-front spaces are for CUSTOMERS!!!  You'd think people would understand that.

What's almost funny is:  while waiting for the bus, evidently, i was standing in mr.entitlement's parking space.  He was backing up, and a fellow rider got my attention to move.  Couldn't have mr.entitlement have chosen the next space?  Of cccooouuuuurrrrrrse nnnnooottt, he's kwippled, and ya know, the world's got to stop for him.  Seriously!

Wednesday, October 10, 2018

What Peeps is saying about (false) Christianity / conservatism may sound a bit

over-the-top, but MANY women have voiced the exact same concerns.  Back in the '80s,,,well, doesn't really matter.  What matters TODAY is, many women are ran off, from the Gospel (people's only hope) because hardly a validating sermon is out there - even at the best sermon website.

Come on preachers, please actually READ!!! articles from feminists.  You will find that feminists were once sweet little girls - but guess what, these girl's had their femininity CRUSHED.   Many came from dysfunctional (execuses-for) families.  Some people aren't fit to raise hamsters, let alone children.

And people wonder why young girls hang out half naked at keg parties!  When long pretty dresses are despised / girls wearing them are mocked...go figure.

Please see sidebar for Peep's blog.

Saturday, October 6, 2018

Two websites, both authors fed up with feminism. The difference between the two is:

one uses religion (if not, a large-print authorized 1610 KJB) as a baseball bat to whack women's character - hey Williebird, it's no big secret that 'women (that includes me) are a mess.  The other website, the one written by a gentleman who matter-of-factly does not believe there's the King of kings who created us (and has every right in the world to do whatever He sees fit...).  Thing is: and it's no surprise, the atheist's articles are level-headed, compassionate. 

The only thing i can do, is pray to the Lord that WillS grows a heart, and that Jesse (like Mike and Tim - two co-workers who are atheists) come to a saving knowledge.  Even i know, atheists don't want to be preached at - my Dad didn't like preaching either, not at all.  So there's nothing i can say - and anyway, seems like i mess up whenever i open my yap...which is why i'd rather not communicate with people, and instead just post a few rants upon this obscurest of obscure blogs (hey, Williebird, that just suits me fine).   See, that's just one facet of freedom in Christ.  The Lord doesn't expect His people to even consider their blog-stats.  The Lord does not care, one iota, if a person's blogstats average 2. 

https://patriarchy.wordpress.com

https://secularpatriarchy.wordpress.com

Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Neither am i interested in participating in intellectual acrobatics, regarding belief in the Lord's Word

never mind, the Lord chose not to issue me that gift.  Plain and simple, the "Reason" i believe in the six twenty four hour creation is:  comes down to the choice.  Do i believe in the Lord's perfect Word, or should i believe in the writings of really smart men - who happen to have texas-wide agendas? 

High intelligence, coupled with a terrific ability to memorize data would really come in handy when taking notes during those all-business-no-football-gab staff meetings.  But anyway, some gifts are better not to have - Esau was given the means to take Mount Seir from the Horites, and that was no small feat.  Also, Esau's sons had brains AND brawn.  Sounds like they had life by the tail.  Not!   Where they are today...doesn't sound like a pleasant eternity.

Needful to say, just because someone is smart doesn't make that person a reprobate.  Paul the Apostle never would have survived pharisee school, had he not been a gifted man.

The Lord chooses whom and how He gifts.  And if this post comes off as mere under-achievers' rhetoric, hey scoffer, have at it.

There is freedom in Christ.  For real!  If i was to walk away, it would only be a matter of time before i'd harbor resentment toward worldly achievers.  That's nothing but bondage, don't want to go there.

Bus stop just ahead.

Monday, October 1, 2018

NO, I do NOT want a "free" Wal-Mart gift card. What i want is

to read blogs - uninterrupted.  These scammers, obviously, are ill-bred to the max.  Didn't their parents teach them NOT to interrupt someone when he or she is reading?  If i want to purchase something, i'll go to a shopping site - uh, like when i'm finished reading a reasonably short post.  Is it really too much to ask, to NOT BE CONSTANTLY bothered with so-called freebie ads and nosey surveys - that you can't backspace out of?  Of course, it's too much to ask.  As a whole, the unsaved majority just keeps getting more and more greedy AND more and more obnoxious.

Yeah, i get it.  For many bloggers, opting for ads is the difference between having the internet while also having funds for gas to get back and forth to work.  It's just that, one (or two) pop-up/s-that-won't-go-away, is one thing, but they keep popping up, three, four...  And i also get it, the net's design is to get people to skim, far more so than to read.  In other words, a blogger can, and often does, spend four hours posting and proofing, an article that takes, maybe, the reader four minutes.  i am no speed-reader, and unreasonable me likes to slowly, enjoyably read the blogger's sentences.

Oh, but in our mainly Christless world, we are prodded, like freaking cattle, to hurry, hurry, and hurry quicker.  Speaking of, have to close this brief post - one i started yesterday.  Have to hurry up and get to... ;/

Thursday, September 27, 2018

Yeah Peeps walked, after being thrown under the bus a few too many times!

Her blog has been added to the sidebar.  About a year ago, after about 13 years of being a very astute Bible reader, she began to have serious doubts.  Well, no fake, jake, it doesn't help matters, when so-called "christians" do nothing but horn into struggling people's business - instead of simply pausing to offer a moment of validation. 

What is it with way too many "churches?"  You'd think that pastors and elders would know enough from Scriptures to know, the Scriptures are loaded with verses telling us to walk away from habitually wicked people.  Uhm, you'd think consistent church goers would understand the difference between the garden-variety sinner (who knows he or she is a mess), and someone who is just plain deceitful all the time, and is [dern] proud of it. 

You'd think there would be more than just a very few sermons, teaching people to NOT be doormats for the wicked - no matter who they are.  Uh, this ain't about high-end theological acrobatics.  Just two (among a treasure trove of) Scriptures.

Be not deceived: evil communications corrupt good manners.  1 Corinthians 15:33

Go from the presence of a foolish man, when thou perceivest  not in him the lips of knowledge.  Proverbs 14:7

Sunday, September 23, 2018

Child abuse...gimme a break, Dawkins ain't beefed about kids getting killed

over at Hillcrest (which sits on flat land, along the river).  Anyway, i was either six or seven, when the neighbor girl (Lois) told me something about Almighty God.  Can't recall what she said.  But i do, specifically, remember looking toward the sky, but careful like.  i was scared, i knew that God was ANGRY with me.

You may ask, what sort of wicked stuff can a young child do?  Not clean her room?  Not come to supper when called?  Not feud with a pesky sibbling? The answer is:  doesn't matter.  One sin is enough to make us eternal slag.

Back then, i didn't know about eternity - guess my brain wasn't mature enough.  But my brain was developed enough to know, that being struck dead by a lightening bolt (on a clear day) was very possible.  Yeah, i was scared.

Lois said something about Jesus being the Son of God, and that Jesus protects children.  Somehow i knew that God the Father and Jesus the Son had a great love and fellowship with each other.  And that God, because of Jesus's intervention, would spare me.

i do not recall coming to salvation at that time.  The Gospel was yet beyond my understanding.  But looking back, i know this:  almost saved is like jumping over a big canyon, and missing the other end by a half inch.

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Though not at all surprised, am staggered at the sheer lack of empathy.

Did a search on a certain Scripture, and several sermons came up.  Just listened to about the 3rd out of five or six, and so far, not hardly a thimble's worth of empathy towards those Egyptian slaves.  One of the sermons was half over, and i had simply turned it off, because the pulpiteer was tripping on the "elect" verses the (to be) damned.  Arrogant cuss.  Yes i am very well aware that the Lord (not th' preacher-creature) has decided from the world's foundation, who gets in, and who don't.  But i can't help but to strongly suspect that some calvinists get fleshly delights at the reality that most of humanity ain't gonna make it.  Uhm, Jesus Himself wept outside of Jerusalem.

Yeah, i know, we are not gathering straw to make bricks.  But, the Lord's Word IS timeless - so, Exodus 6:9 IS relevant to today.  My beef is this:  why didn't any of the preachers preach against the busy-bodies / petty-pharoahs, who get their delights in making things hard on other people?  So far, not one single phrase about this wickedness.  And frankly, i will be surprised very much if one of the next few sermons on the list even briefly validates disheartened people, and their situations - never mind the eternal importance of helping people (instead of mind-game hindering) to find and pass through to the narrow way.

Uhm, hello, hurting people KNOW they're inadequate, hurting people do NOT need to be reminded again and again by know-it-all worldlings (likely posing in pulpits) to simply buck up, and start believing.  That spiritual smugness just drives people AWAY from Christ.

Exodus 6:9
And Moses spake so unto the children of Israel: but they hearkened not unto Moses for anguish of spirit, and for cruel bondage.

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

If i didn't atleast read a few Scriptures daily, i'd a been taken in by

Bible-bashers years ago.  Over at dUHrock's (who toss christianeze word-salad - atleast atheists are more honest) there is a comment or two about Bible reading not being necessary; in other words, let the pulpiteer give you the Lord's Word.  Needless to say, not a word about the Bereans, who were most noble, because they searched the Scriptures daily.  And never mind that we are to study to show ourselves approved.

Anyway, awhile back, some atheists were going on about how the Lord is unfair for hardening pharaoh's heart.  And oh, they had me going - was starting to think, hmmm, maybe they're right, that the Lord is a narc.  Well, guess what i found out!  Evidently, pharaoh's heart was already rock hard, while Abraham was still in the desert out-back tending his flocks, and happily teaching his boys to do the same.

Exodus 3:9.  Now therefore, behold, the cry of the children of Israel is come unto me: and I have also seen the oppression wherewith the Egyptians oppress them.

Monday, September 17, 2018

It was during the mid 1940's, she was 9 years old, when she decided to walk.

Today, she is in her early 80s, and still has no desire to attend church.  Neither does she have any time or patience for preaching.  She was especially clear about that.  Oh, the dear lady does believe in God; she said something along the lines of following her heart... not wise, but what can a person do?  Preach?  Not happening!

In describing what happened to cause a little girl to decide to ditch church - in a time when most people attended, more Sundays than not - was for a reason that won't take much blog-space.

Basically this: some busy-body churchian "ladies" were attempting to get into the little girl's business.  You see, the girl's parents hadn't been attending much / together.  And no, her (good-timing) daddy wasn't off to war. 

The elderly lady doesn't, and didn't claim to know a lot of things, but ONE thing she did figure out at the tender age of 9, was this: churches were full of hypocrites, and she wanted no parts in that play.

Sunday, September 16, 2018

Hoarders...ugh! Their antics cost money, and their bs stalls the Gospel from reaching into muslim lands.

That storage locker costs about $80 a month.  Uh, this ain't high-level accounting knowledge - even someone who barely graduated high-school - knows that storing crap, that shoulda been pitched years ago, is a financial drain.  $80 something a month... and ms.hoarder can't see past her craft CRAP!!!!  i am so mad right now.  Never mind, the paper cups, the coffee and stuff is stored in unhandy places - ya know, supplies used weekly.  That all ain't nothin' compared to...the REAL work in Africa, on NEEDLESSLY limited funds.

Friday, September 14, 2018

Why women are so bossy? dUHrock and company opine (and whine).

Could female aggression-on-drugs have anything to do with the FACT that a submissive, quiet spirit ain't gonna cut it in the competitive (and too often, primate-eat-primate) corporate world?  Childcare isn't cheap, and scoring that promotion would also enable mom to obtain reliable transportation - car is playing nickel and dime games, and that means time off work (on top of time off, because daycare regards childrens' sniffles as if they're the swine flu).  Yeah, that's another thing in the business world: too much to worry about.

If mom happens to get the promotion, ya know, all those hours of college home-work (and mickeyDs meals / unwashed dishes for want of time, do the math, scorners) ...  Anyway, after successfully competiting against the other ten applicants, now comes the real challenge:  keeping the position.  There's bound to be some hard feelings.  And more stress.  The sort you best hold inside, for if anyone gets wind that you're rather overwhelmed with the position... uhm, it's been six months, don't ya know, you dern well oughta have it totally together.  Fake it until ya make it (whaddabuncha hogwash).

In short, surviving the corporate world requires solid acting skills.  Oh, and to think, back in high-school, you loved watching the spring play, but NEVER had the slightest desire to be in the play - not even as the (two-second) post mistress.  Cannot help but to wonder, if continually having to be what you are not, has drained many a mom, turning these women into bossy (screeching) automations.

The ravenous bitter wankers over at dUHrock's want things both ways; they want women to bring in pallet-loads of bacon, and upon coming "home" (highly debatable) from work, change oudda that pants-suit and into a mini pencil dress, then get busy and make sammitches.  Oh yeah, bayoch, keep that be-sweet switch on.  (More acting.)

Uhm, real people can only operate in repress-mode for so long.  Sooner or later, the fallen humanity comes out.  Come to think of it, perhaps women would be better off if red-pillers saved their pennies from between the (basement) sofa cushions, and bought a boink-bot.

Thursday, September 13, 2018

Women avoiding responsibility. Really! dUHrock and his red-pill poppin'

freaks are again blaming feminists for their problems - what else is new!  Did these wankers ever consider the FACT that many wives not only hold down full-time employment, but ALSO pay most the bills (including childcare) mind the children, AND do most the housework - if not cut the grass or shovel snow more often than they ought.  Meanwhile, more than a few of these (grossly over-tasked) women attend college and do the hours of homework - if ya don't get a decent GPA, why bother. 

Irresponsible...my foot!

Meanwhile, what's pee-wee doing?  The usual...buying a new toy / watching one show after another on the rather new tv.  Uh, how many putting irons / fishing rods does a guy need?  Never mind wife's pants-suits are getting shiney.

Need it take a science degree, that wifey is eventually going to figure out that she could make it on her own, that it's hard enough raising a seven and a ten year-old.  What's she need with the drama coming from pee-wee, the thirty-five year-old kid-dult?

Godda roll.


Friday, September 7, 2018

lightfordarktimes has been added to the sidebar. Jeff Crippen pastors

a church somewhere in Oregon.  His sermons are also available on sermonaudio (see sidebar).  His ministry focuses on, something most churches REFUSE to talk about.  Wolves in their midst.  Uhm, can ya spell 2 Peter and Jude.  Wolves creep into congregations unawares, they are the sort of people who talk real pious, oh they should score leading roles in top hollywood movies and win academy awards.  They are the sort of people who have the entire congregation buffaloed - everyone, except that skinny, skittish, and somewhat half-crazy-looking individual sitting in the same pew.

Jeff Crippen says - what you'd think even a newbie Christian would know as common Biblical sense - that evil is crafty and subtle.  Spreading discord in the church-house is seldom an overt rebuke - oftentimes, it's a split-second slip of the mask.  Ya know, someone going on with their ra-lid-jus pontifications - oh, don't he (or she) sound holy...and then, for one second, off comes the mask.  The pious fraud is seen in a brief, but noticeable scowl, because little Jimmy was running again (children do that) bumped into the fellowship table, and knocked over a cup of coffee, and so, interrupted the show.  Yeah, a few drops landed on the actor's ($$$) suit...okay.  But is spilled coffee worth getting snitty about?

Wednesday, September 5, 2018

A really nice advertisement in a Creation magazine.

It was a back-issue from 2016 that someone left.  The ad was so mid 1960s - and that's a good thing.  A husband, wife, and their (get this) little BOY.  Oh, but that's not all.  The family, arriving at their destination, a Creation conference, were all dressed nicely.  The man in a hat and suit, the wife also wearing a hat and skirted suit, and their (about four year-old) son was wearing a suit - his pants were shorts, but not like the trashy ones of today.  Beside the man were two large suitcases, the woman was carrying a small case.  Each family member was holding some literature. The look on their faces was thankful anticipation of the three or four day vacation, full of learning, relaxation, and Godly fun - yeah, such is a reality.  Bet that lady is a housewife, who has the time and resources to keep a clean, orderly, peaceful - and, last but so not least, Godly home.

Bet she, unlike wwwaaaaayyyyyy too many wives, doesn't have to vex over, the same-old, same-old grinding decisions; like, either replacing a really worn out mop-head or three dish towels (that shoulda been pitched last year) - and only having money for one, but not the other.  Bobby D. could fill ya in on that...yeah, pee-wee pimping her out, leaving her the bills while he went out good-timing.  Saw her at the mat, some years back.  She was folding the family laundry - lots of it, of course.  And of course, pee-wee wasn't there to even help her carry it.  But that wasn't the half of it.  Couldn't help but to notice, an absence of (quite large) women's clothing in the mix.

Recycling plastic bags makes sense, but in the real workaday world,

just yet another task, another hassle.  There you are - already over-tasked - on the way to the grocery store ... and you, once again, forgot your reusable bags.  In the real world, where mothers, especially, are being pulled in twenty different directions (and blame themselves for coming just a tad short on #5) simply buying a few new bags may, and does, mean NOT buying that canister of wipes - yeah, another thing the childfree Gaia worshippers harp about. 
Just continually amazes me, how the needs of the forests and the whales are more important than women who choose to raise their children. 

Monday, September 3, 2018

Happened to notice my dish-drying rack had dirty feet. Ew!

No major thing, took a canister wipe and applied some elbow grease.  Got me to thinking, however, about that masculinist (can ya spell scumwaffle) site.  They were, predictably going on that moms should be out there working.  So my question is: between the full-time job, the commute to and from, the grocery runs, the cooking, the laundry AND probably yard work in the horrendous mix, where is there time to keep after things like dish-racks, coffee-makers, window-wells, tops of cupboards, and general organizing/decluttering closets, drawers?  Come on already, but unless mom makes a goodly wage (most do NOT, and can barely afford a canister of wipes) the dust will accumulate in corners/baseboards, and clutter will end up about everywhere.  The home, and it's occupants, will be a mess - simply because Pee-wee is nuthin but a lazy-arse pimp, with a (non)sense of entitlement the size of Texas.  Masculinists can all go diddle themselves.

Sunday, September 2, 2018

Oh goody goody gumdrops, another masculinist website, blaming feminists

for their inabilities to succeed.  It's no surprise, their worldview is totally worldling.  The pathetically shortsighted website is called ... nevermind, there's a bunch of these.   Several of the posts encoward their lackeys to go abroad, in order to, basically, long-term shackup with some poor unsuspecting broad, have a few kids, then, because Europe and Asia don't have domestic-relations laws like the US does, when th' ol' lady gets a few gray hairs, and a few extra pounds...  Well, you know the drill:  kick that bi*ch to th' curb - and keep the kids.  Yeah right, Pee-wee's gonna want the kids?  Uhm, about as much as ACDC wants to begin their concerts with a Bible sermon.

These wankers  are clueless, of course.  Uhm, when ya PIMP mom out to the corporation - and put her in pants - do NOT be surprised when she starts copping an unsubmissive attitude.  There's a Scripture about serving two masters - it ain't gonna happen.  What will result is: the servant will flip off one of the masters (while putting on a bunch of makeup, and the rather tight pants, and rather low-cut blouse, for the other).

Neither does it help matters, that being a mom and keeping a nice orderly, peaceful house, is a full-time job.  And ya wonder why, in not too long a time, these women start to realize they're being swindled BIGTIME, and they react?  Well duh!

And YEAH!  You bet yer boots, i take the woman's side.  Can ya spell "weaker vessel!"

Friday, August 31, 2018

Today's article over at "graceformyheart.wordpress" was a real trigger.

And i am really peeved right now, because the article is true.  MANY (so-called KJV) churches are nothing but wolf-dens.  Preachers and elders are doing about NOTHING to teach women that being ripped off is not okay.  Narcs are wicked, they murder souls - and narcs, if not dealt Biblically with, will drag their families right into eternal hell.  Uhm, that's why we are warned in that KJV, over and over again, to keep our distance from the wicked (narcs).

One woman commented that the church is a dangerous place for women.  She is right.  i just heard a sermon online where the preacher defined love as basically taking a boatload of crap, with a smile.  Bull cookies!  That ain't Christ-like.  Our Lord, prior to His work on the cross, walked AWAY from scorners.  He taught his disciples to do the same.

There's so much else about this i want to post, but right now, 'am physically shaking and emotionally upset. 

Thursday, August 30, 2018

NO! I don't want yer stupid-arse prizes, (which are just a busy-body set-up).

Especially, in the middle of reading someone else's blog-post.  Don't these advertisers know anything about common courtesy?  Reading a post is a form of communication between author and reader.  When the (rotten) carrot rears it's ugly stick, that's an interruption.  And the real insult is: you can't make the ad go away without making the article do the same.  Guess i have to bookmark every article i want to read.  And no, am not into speed-read; the author took careful time to write the post, and this reader wants to take careful time and actually READ it.

It's not that i hate ads.  There are things on the web i would like to purchase.  But I shure'n-shootin will NOT endure long nosey surveys.  Whether i have thousands of dollars, or just a wrinkled ten and change, is nobody's dern business.  Worldlings!  Uugghhh!

This post triggered by the blogger who walked away from Christ.

First off, when ya walk away from the Lord Jesus, the narcs win - in this life, that is.  Her article is about getting older - and being rather afraid.  For good reason - after all, young people don't like us.  And for good reason - we dun rubbed out many of their pre-born brothers and sisters.  Not so different from the Hebrews in the Old Testament - they rubbed out many of their children, and kept flipping off the Lord.  Finally, He got fed up with them, and they got stomped.

Getting older in a world that is getting more hostile isn't a fun thing to ponder.  If i did not believe in Christ - per the real Bible (the regular King James (not the play-dough newFANGled version - with atleast one perv on the translating committee...) anyway, life without the Lord would be depressing. 

If the Lord does not rule (on His terms) then the bullies, and the social-darwinists are absolutely free to do what they want - and the poor and the weak have no cause whatsoever to cry no-fair!

By the way, King David, a good, a well accomplished King, had run-ins with bullies - atleast one of those rascals was in his family.