Thursday, January 31, 2019

Coldest night this winter, and we lose power. A few hours later,

it's restored.  Good thing i've that long heavy flannel gown (worn over another gown).  But even better than my mere reasonable comfort - though concerned about frozen pipes.  What's really needed is: prayer for the men (and women) who are outside in this below-zero windy stuff, fixing the wires, so the rest of us can use our blow-dryers.  Dear Lord Jesus, please keep the linemen safe, and financially able to have plenty of nice warm clothing - to have spare gloves, scarves and earmuffs.  And most of all, loving families who appreciate them.  Thank You, Lord.

Wednesday, January 30, 2019

i must live in a strange town. Several years ago, after a years' long

battle, we got ourselves a booze-barn.  One of the major opponents - and i heard he was beyond-borderline radical... Well, back then, i figured he was one of those KJV-Bible-thumpin'-fundies...ya know, no fun.  Didn't want much to do with church people back then.  Back then, i was hoping the booze-store would be allowed to open for business; runnin' all the way to Bla-bla-ville was a hassle.

Anyway, that man who so adamantly protested against it, is a faithful Catholic.  Oh, but this little post even gets funnier.  Guess what is right next door to the booze-barn?   No, not a bail-bondsman, not a tat-parlor (this town is still respectable).  The business, just a few car-lengths away is (drumroll...) a donut shop. 

So the wickeds can go buy their hooch, and the church-people can gather together, and partake the drug of their choice.  Laying all jokes aside, while drunkenness is clearly sin (Bible says it) i have no desire to down people for enjoying a few drinks here and there.  i used to drink, but over the past few years, i no longer have any desire for the stuff.  As long as there's regular iced-tea, or juice, water, soda...i'd rather have those.

Tuesday, January 29, 2019

A co-worker who was born a boy, wants to be a woman -and use the women's restroom.

Okay, fine. "She" is a co-worker, and values her job, so i seriously doubt that she will splatter my head against the paper-towel dispenser, then make off with my purse.  At the shopping mall, however, i resolve to be choosy about rest-rooms.  Better yet, think i'll just stay home, and order the sweater from a catalog.

If i need to go to the mall, fortunately, they have a "family rest-room," you open the door and lock it behind you.  Guess if i have to visit another mall, i'll first have to do a rest-room recon.  i'm old, and can't hold it for an hour or so.

Yes!  It's sin against the Lord to not want to be the gender He made you.  But this article is about being reasonably safe - in this (really fallen) world.  You see, when Sam resolves to become Sally, "she" still retains upper-body strength.  Muggers know that.

Ladies (from birth), be careful where you go ;/

Yay, found Matt Walsh's blog - and added it to my sidebar. Also added

one of Billy Brunson's sermons.  He has several really good ones.  But this one, he validates (per Scripture) that it's not abnormal for a person to want to "flee from the wrath to come." 

Anyway, want to read Matt Walsh's articles.

Saturday, January 26, 2019

On another woman's blog, several years ago, she had exited a really

crappy relationship - with a real piece of [crap].  Yay her, for getting away from that ...  Talk about peewee on (fallen) angel dust.  i guess the woman is in her mid-50s, and a recent post from her blog ... well, it made me want to hug that wastebasket (and i've had enough of that - whatever the heck was going around, it was a couch-surfer type of flu, would go, come back, rinse and repeat).

Gonna back up a bit, a year or so ago, when she was posting about dating.  Ew, why!  Yeah, 50-something is a few years behind me, but even then, and especially now, i am so grateful to be free of that sort of grasping.  Earlier today, i had googled for blogs, written by women my age (early 60s).  Looking over the list, and (all too frequent) subject matter...i need to learn how to google better, filter out the garbage.  Old women got no business ... uhm, whaddabout dignity!  Anyway, got fed up - more like, mildly grossed out.  YEAH, i'm old school!

Anyway, per the blog i was blogging about - and don't want to get too descriptive of the article ... forget about that stupid pillow, advertised on amazon, she was talking about.  Oh no, gets even more pathetic.  She was talking about a certain device (advertised just a page or two away from adult diapers - yeah, fer real, threw that old-people's catalog right in the trash!) a device which allows a woman to ... ew, that's just pathetic!  The Lord, however, isn't merely making patrician pot-shots at women acting waay plebian (hey honey, yer old, deal with it)!  Uh-uh, the Lord, per His Word, hates bigtime that sort of bonobo business.

Looking at insulation. Don't know much about it, but... Ew!

Some of that stuff can give off toxins.  So many choice$$$.  How do ya wanna DIE!  Yeah, i  cannot help but to smell an agenda, and it stinks to high heaven.  Uhm, a house needs to breathe fresh air.  But, hey, i'm old school.  The stuff that comes in rolls does allow for breathing and is easy-peasy to install, but the web-pages say that it's not effective (in $tifling ya?).

Back in the 60s, many homes had little to none of these plastickey suffocating blankets.  Back then, when winter came on, ya just turned up the heating-source dial.  Even somewhat poor people had reasonably warm houses.  Electricity was reasonable.  Back then, ya didn't hear this stupid talk ya hear today about "wasting electricity."  Guess back then - uhm, when Bibles and church was atleast respected - people's health and comfort were considered worth wasting electricity.

But back then, people didn't waste much else - couldn't afford to.  Clothing back then (didn't come cheap) was made of real fabric, and the real fabric wasn't the tissue thin garbage-after-three-washings stuff of today; and i am not talking about wally-world clothing, i am talking about stuff from supposedly "better" stores and catalogs.  Back then, ya didn't just throw away left-over pizza, (talk to Madora and her neighbors, who clean up their neighborhood on most Saturdays) back then, people took those two slices to work for lunch - because, back then, money was tight.  And pizza was a treat.

In the office, back then, when a calculator wasn't working, they called my dad to come fix it; he drove 200 miles to a big city to fix those machines.   Now, perfectly good computers are sent elsewhere(?), and new ones are bought.  A contract thing - and it goes ccha-chingg.  Hey, the "old" computers worked fine - and i won't get into the new phone system, except to say everyone liked the old phone system just peachy.

i'm old (so freaking what) enough to remember the "energy crises" of the mid 70s, the gas lines, the prices that went bonkers.   And i remember the smug-arse energy-saving sermons, given by former hippies.  Hippies whose dads and granddads about worked themselves into an early grave in order to provide their families things like: central heat, washing machines, college tuition...

Friday, January 25, 2019

Draconian on some really nasty drugs. Yesterday, a woman was

telling her friend about her son.  He's in a real jam.  He and his girlfriend broke up, and he moved back home.  The other day, at all times, on the way to work, his car took a dump.  He needs that job because the ex is taking him for child support.  And the mom realizes that judges don't give a hoot if the dad is broke - or gets sacked, because he missed a day.  And probably a few more, going to domestic relations.  No doubt this drama weighs heavy on him while he's trying to do his job.  He fathered more than one child to this woman. 

WHY???  That's the part i'll never understand.  And i am sure, that if i am even saved (sometimes i doubt) that when i appear before the Bema seat, the Lord is gonna kick my butt, bigtime.  Because i have been lifelong childless-by-choice.  To be more accurate, childfree.  Never wanted kids, thought they were too much like sacrifice and bother.  Well, won't get into detail, but even when the Lord saves a soul, the consequences of selfishness remain.  Won't go into detail, but i'm in a bit of a jam myself.  Down the road, may blog about it, but not today.

Anyway, it is truly sad to know there are young men out there who face decades of being working poor - of knowing full well, any raises/second jobs will be quickly under domestic relations' radar.  So, of course, many men decide to not bother.

The sex-crazed culture is the real villain here.  Had he not been exposed 24-freaking-7 ... can't even go for a soda and chips without some SKANK song blaring in your ears / and seeing a barely dressed woman (of obvious easy virtue) advertising tires!  The sex-crazed culture has about as much empathy as the domestic-relations judge.

Oh, wait a sec, atleast the judge cares about children being provided for.  The FREAK culture we all live under does not give two hoots about men (women or children). Nothing new, the culture has been wrecking families for generations.  My generation, my parents' and my grandparents' has known more than a few wives left in a lurch.  Hence, domestic relations retains a hard line on these guys.  If there's a law protecting the weaker vessel, there's probably a valid reason (way back when) for it.

"Sexually repressed?" (Oh, the skanks just love to bandy that phrase

all around.) or simply raised right?  Back in high school, i ran around with a girl who was, evidently, raised with a different set of values.  It wasn't unusual for the girl's parents, in broad afternoon, to go upstairs.  Of course, the girl's parents were married, so they weren't sinning.  It's just that, where i came from, that sort of thing was done at night.  By the way  neither family went to church, read Scripture, prayed before meals...

One day this girl made a remark that my parents still ... do the deed.  My parents - like her's, had remained married for life.  That remark however, was upsetting, though i had remained polite.  But inside, i was sideways - why the very thought of 40 and 50-somethings doing something as barbarous as that...  Ew!  Hey, i was 17.  And my parents, they didn't do stuff like that, they were too dignified.  That's where i come from, and i ain't apologizing for one nanosecond.

But i think the off-putting reaction is natural.  Like an ingrained knowledge that life has stages.  When you're old, you're not supposed to act young - or worse, act like bonobos, who had just broken into witchiepoo's potion shoppe.

Thursday, January 24, 2019

Yammering about prenups on their own terms ... and she eventually

walks because ..?  A prenup is a loud proclamation, "yeah, I'll marry you, but, bayoch, I don't trust you; in case we get a dIvorce..."  Now granted, there are some studies out there which claim women aren't as smart as men - something like women averaging 4 IQ points less than men.  And even if those studies are (even partially) true, still, women are smart enough to realize (or should be) her husband does NOT have her back.  If wifey has any, at least partially functioning, brain cells, she will be watching her own back - while socking money away, and remaining mum about raises, cds, a safe deposit/PO box, and such. 

Doesn't sound like a marriage between a man and a woman.  Maybe prenups are just peachy dandy for couples who get off running bakeries out of business.  But even so, prenups feed the legal machine.  Any couple under one may likely down the road some, if still married, experience financial changes, and then the thing may need updated. 

Prenups work for the rich, because they have the bucks for rock-solid ones / and don't really care when wifey #whatever walks away with a cool several million - more where that came from; and there's plenty of young honeys to choose from - which one will be the next future x, walking away with a cool $$$.

Maybe that's what the yammering is all about.  So-n-so is an economic alpha, and peewee is not.  Well guess what, peewee, most people get somewhat vexed when the stupid electric bill comes in the mail.  Then yikes, three days later, comes the cell-phone/internet bill.

Tuesday, January 22, 2019

Not the first time. One of the solipsists (a dude/ess with reality issues) over at

red-pill land was going off about medical costs imposed on everyone by fat women.  Oh, but not one word concerning the veneral-disease epidemic - ya think the doctors treat that for free?  Uh guys, eating a few too many cupcakes pales in comparison to the damage resulting from a few too many whiskeys - can ya spell car accidents!  And by the way, while the drunks (mostly men) are out getting hogged up, many of the aging feminists are home with their "cats," and not troubling anyone.

Ya wanna blame-game?  Ookkaayyyy.  i'm really tired of paying for the health consequences other people's pathetic nonstop chambering.  One site quoted about a $100 extra dollars per adult, per year.  Okay, that don't seem like too much.  That 100 bucks = about 8 yards of fabric - enough for one long, full skirted dress per year.  And i get a bit sideways when the electric bill comes - the rates factor in the people who are habitually late...but those same irresponsible types have gari$h tattoo$ all over their arms and legs/play stupid casino games.  How utterly pathetic.

As for smokers, we pay out the ying-yang in taxes, everytime we stop at the qwik-way to feed that stupid habit.  Haven't a clue as to what those taxes go for ... think i'll Google that.  Google gives various places that TAX money goes - like children's health care, better roads, cancer research.  In short, the $$ contributes to society - even though smoking remains a dumb habit.  Meanwhile, fornicating does NOTHING GOOD for society, only makes people sick and weird.

Anyway, forget the "cat" ladies in the snack-aisle - they're not wolfing down the quantities you (gleefOOly) assume.  Only so much in the checkbook.  Cat gear ain't cheap ya know - and then there's the vet bills.

Monday, January 21, 2019

In response to a comment on another woman's blog.

For starters, out of the numerous comments, there was maybe one person on that blog - including the owner - that offered the poor woman any validation.  Yeah, one of those salvation-by-works churchian blogs.  Oh then this one so off-topic comment about a stupid smug-arse salad recipe ... gag;/  No wonder people don't want nothin' to do with church, Bibles, Christ ... grouse! 

Anyway, the poor woman worked a full-time job, only to come home (for lack of better terms) to a messy house.  Her (pathetic-excuse-for-a) husband, evidently, sat around day after day doing next to nothing - a surly type, all he does is grumble and make excuses.  And dirty up dishes, that she has to likely wash BEFORE making dinner for the family.  Then there's the laundry...yadda yada.  Not one to advocate divorce, but doggoneit, wouldn't she be better off financially/emotionally kicking that worthless to the curb? 

It's said that 2 out of 3 divorces are initiated by women.  Ya think the pee-wees REFUSING to step up and provide, at least partially, might have something to do with these numbers?  Ya think?

Two female red-pill (can ya spell "T-O-A-D-Y") blogs ... ugh, i'm fixin to

hug the waste-basket again ;/   Both blogs name the Name of Jesus Christ, but (predictably) wax pharisaic.  And the one?  Holy-pitoli, her language ... But worse than the several [blasphemies] is the dern finger-pointing, and general snootiness.  No wonder people walk away from the Gospel.  No body who names the Name of Christ has ANY business promoting "fat shaming" of women.  That just evidences a mean spirit, using the Bible as a cover.  Had read some of this particular blog before, and having read far more of it, hey i'm glad this woman can afford a personal trainer at the gym she attends.  Not every wife has either the time or the money.

And yeah, i get it, over-eating is every bit as sinful as smoking some weed / doing a shooter.  Gluttony however is easier and cheaper to practice - the grocery store is open late; the booze-barn closes earlier in the evening (here in Pennsylvania).  At (REAL) church socials, while any cigarettes remain hidden in pockets and purses, and there is not a drop of not even beer.  Oh, but there's carrot cup-cakes, and if they don't tempt, doggoneit, the chocolate cake will.  Oh, wait a sec, Ruby brought molasses cookies ... yummy ;)

The RED flag went BOI-YOINGG when this particular toady-ess referred to a post from Chatty-HeartLESS, a rabid misog-blog - even more vicious than dUHrock.  Per his (really twisted) logic is: that people have been successfully shamed out of racism.  Uhm, no!  Bigots are still around; instead of meeting over at BlaBla Park to do their quasi-druid rituals, it's alot less risky to simply don one or more screen-sheets, and type away (on some broad's 'internet).  As for smoker-shaming?  Bulldinky!  Truth is: most ex-smokers quit because the price of cigarettes just kept getting crazier, and these individuals finally had enough. 

Racism desperately NEEDS to be shamed.  Smoking is merely a dumb habit.  As for why this or that woman is clearly too fat, uhm, since i DO NOT have a medical degree AND 'am not her doctor, i choose to keep my beak out of that "fat chick's" business - and besides, she is a grown up, and knows full well that her body is getting in her way.  What she needs is kindness, whether she cuts out the cupcakes, or reaches for another - her body, her business, her problem.

The other blog is written by a more less run of the mill red-pill toadying she-pharisee.

Typical red-pill brat, spewing the typical "she doesn't want to work" b.s.

These pukes make me want to hug the nearest waste-can.  Years ago, a certain couple who in my neighborhood, bought a house - one that needed work, they weren't rich people, but were fed up with peeing away $$$ for a postage-stamp apartment.  Anyway, living in an old house myself, i am very aware that old houses are more of a hassle to keep tidy - even if you don't have clutter.  Well, the married couple, moved into the fixer-upper.  The wife worked full-time, never mind that keeping that hassle-house tidy was about a full-time job in itself.  Still, evidently, she had managed.  That is, until a few years later, when Baby #1 was born; a few years later, came Baby #2.  Oh, and except for maternity leave, she went back to her full-time job.

So, let's review.  She worked full time AND took care of her babies AND tried to keep the hassle-house tidy.  And i heard, it wasn't that tidy ... well, no shatick dick tracy - being there's only 24 hours in a day.  Uhm, newsflash, women are known to get really cranky when circumstances keep them from having a tidy house - yeah, it's a chick thing.  By the way, ya can't just park young kids in front of the tube, and expect them to simply watch for a good hour; kids don't have that attention span - they'll see a superhero preview, and next thing ya know - while you're upstairs qwik-cleaning (if only there was time to REALLY clean) something goes BUMP!!! downstairs.  Forget the cleaning, junior was playing batman, fell off the sofa (he was jumping on) hit the table-lamp ... and that cut on his forehead looks ... like a trip to the er.

To make a long story short.  Several years had passed; the kids were in grade-school, and didn't need monitored every 10 minutes, but even older children still track in mud, get sick and miss the rubbish can ... in short, kids are alot of WORK.  Anyway, the wife, evidently, being long-time pressed for time, had, evidently, concluded having been swindled out of what most wives want out of life - merely a contented family in a tidy home.  That, obviously, wasn't happening, and the wife got really fed up, and served papers.  Yeah, she was plain mad as heck - and was bitter for years.  Well, no shatick dick tracy! 

These mras with their Christless preaching, these totally CLUELESS brats are the lazy ones.

Sunday, January 20, 2019

Evidently, that preacher, who pastors a church in Coney Island, has been busy.

In a recent sermon ( he has recently heard the term "MGTOW."  He offered this term up as just more evidence that paganism turns men into brats - whose sole focus is eating, drinking, and fornicating.  Yep, that preacher is just another "alpha" (he looks like someone you wouldn't want to mess with) who doesn't go in for whiners.  In his sermon he did in fact address the reality of men being robbed of their stuff in the divorce court.  He said (and i didn't know this) it's about no-fault divorce.  He said that a wife (or husband) could be caught having an affair, and STILL walk away with half the marital stuff.  The preacher added, that back before no-fault, if a wife was caught fooling around, she ended up with nothing - not even her children.  If a husband was caught doing the dirty deed, he had to find an apartment, and still make the house payments, and buy food for the ex-wife and the children, who lived in the house with their grieving mom.

It's not so much about feminism, it's no-fault.  Yeah, talk to [Bea] my co-worker.  She and her (ex) husband got married, bought a house...  Well guess what!  While she got up each morning and went to her full-time job, then came home to take care of things, and live a responsible life ... well, that was too much like adulthood for PeeWeePan.  They divorced, and she had to buy him out for one half of the fair market value of that house.  The dude was a lazy jerk, and Bea had made most the contributions.  Too bad!  Bea sweated bullets for several years.

So, it's not just men who get DEFRAUDED in divorce court.  Wouldn't doubt, that, for every man with this story, there's a woman who also sweated post-divorce bullets.

Methinks the "female reader" (on a clearly woman-bashing blog) doth

protesteth too much.  Yeah, the little toady biche just has to state in the second sentence of her brief post, the following: "I've read your blog for years but never commented."  i'm sorry ( NNOT ;) but that statement comes off like someone saying they don't watch television - but doggoneit, they know the tv schedules better than TV Guide.  i can't help it, but whenever someone says, without even being ASKED, that they don't post comments, uh, that just right then and there, sends up a big heavy RED flag.  One other thing, perhaps "Elizabeth" is but one of several screen-names she (perhaps he or a combination thereof) uses.  Frankly, i think Elizabeth is just a run-of-the-mill female misogynist, toadying up at dUHrocks.  Stupid broad.

Saturday, January 19, 2019

"Alpha widow?" Red-pillerz are vicious little whelps.

Uhm, could it be these MRA brats are just jealous, simply because they aren't anywhere near "alpha?"  In just looking around, seems to me that being an "alpha" man has a price.  Those "bad boy alpha" men, generally speaking, don't seem to be as money-smart as "beta" men.  Beta men design software, while "alpha" men work on loading docks, lifting one 80 pound sack after another.  Well guess what, that sort of work will wear out the strongest of men; by the time mr.mega-muscles is 50-something, he will be about wore out - and, generally speaking, not being money-smart, retirement won't be an option.   And neither will continuing at his present warehouseman job.

And no, i have nothing against "alpha" men.  Yeah, they are really good looking, but are generally bull-headed as all get out.  The not being money-smart .... and yeah, i know our current president is VERY alpha, but exceptions prove the rule.  Samson was very, VERY alpha, and he made one stupid decision after another.

Point of this little rant is:  one or more MRA brats have written spiteful little screeds, mocking the "alpha widow."  Yeah, i know an "alpha widow" alright.  The couple was MARRIED for going on three (count 'em) decades.  Well, she had only been out running errands for not more than two hours.   She came home, and found her husband gone; yep, he had, after almost 27 years, just up and left - as in g-o-n-e, gone!

Okay, red-pill dweebs, have a good mocking laugh, right now - i'll quit typing long enough for you to get it out of your collective perverted system.  Okay.  All better now?

As for the alpha who had suddenly left his wife.  Guess what!  Neither the ambulance, nor the hospital people could bring him back.

Thursday, January 17, 2019

Don't much care for [a certain] advertisements for women's work clothing.

It's like they are claiming that a woman has to wear men's clothing in order to be hard-working.  Can't help but to get a bit steamed, because the advertisements aren't merely attempting to sell quality work-clothing.  There is so an agenda, and it reeks of sulfur.

Some years back, i ruined a perfectly comfy flannel maxi-dress while patching a roof - yay, those days are gone, we long got that thing fixed.  Can't find thick flannel dresses much anymore; shirts and pants yeah, but not dresses or an agenda, directly from ... lava-lake. 

Still remember the faded blue cotton maxi i was wearing when i rushed home from work early - i didn't want my husband shoveling all by himself in the heat (he gets impatient).  There, in a dress, i was helping (for real) to dig a ditch.  That blue dress had, over the next few years, witnessed its wearer stack cords of firewood, load scrap-metal, clear weeds ...Then one rather sad day i pulled it from the dryer, and rrip.

Yeah sad, because real (i.e., MAXI) dresses, made of real fabric (i.e., cotton, wool, or raw silk) ya can't just find any old where; in fact, good luck finding any.  And no, i am not anti-pants.  Pants are great when shoveling heavy snow. 

Wednesday, January 16, 2019

Typical red-piller...back in the days of making telephone calls,

writing letters, and actually visiting the person...  Anyway, there were heartiste-groupies back in the late 80s.  Wanted to about laugh out loud at (atleast) one pee-wee in particular.  He was going on about, whenever he met up with a potential one-night, she always had a cat.  Shoulda seen the sneer on his face.   Pee-WIMP-wee was, of course, allergIc to cats - never mind, that same load was also predictably allergic to work.  Took him several days to do a one-day job (that his widowed mom wanted done - nerve of her). And the way pee-wee was whining, (uhm, about having again struck out with yet another girl??   Uhm, was THAT the real issue ;) it was as if the pretty law student was supposed to kick her cat out into the cold, just to accommodate pee-wee.  These guys have NO pearls of wisdom.  NONE!  Not yesterday, not today, and certainly not tomorrow.  All they have to offer are pellets of rat droppings.

Thursday, January 3, 2019

For-real men of God, proclaiming the Gospel of Jesus Christ, during

weekend nights, on the city sidewalk - not too far from dens of disgust.  The denizens get all huffy.  Oh come on, once ya set foot inside the bar, there's enough noise to be heard three counties over.  Hey, i remember back in the day, people absolutely NOT liking the Gospel; so ya know what, people simply ignored those preachers and kept a polite distance.  But of course, that's old-school.  Oh, and boy-howdy, the denizens of today just keep on waxing weirder.  Back in my day (yeah i'm old, so what!) it was clear enough, who was a guy, and who was a gal; we all wore bummy jeans and t-shirts.  Skanky stuff went on, but if you simply wanted to drink your beer - and head home alone - you could certainly relax at that bar, without your eyes and ears being assaulted by weirdness.  Back then, weirdness wasn't kow-towed to.  If ya were ... well okay, it's a public place, just don't make a big look-at-ME, ME, MMEEEEE issue.

Anyway, back to the sermons.  The most annoying preaching, doesn't come from those Gospel dudes - standing outside in 15 degrees.  The sermons that are a real bristle-fest, are the ones coming from the secular-side.  A few years ago, (in all places) the Huffington Post had run a series of articles, where they had interviewed people who are scrambling from one crappiod, part-time job to another of the same.  One 20s-30s woman in particular would get a bit ticked off, when some busy-body would JUDGE her for buying cigarettes.   The usual sing-songee, darwininian-based holier-than-thou one-liners.  "Well, you shouldn't be spending your money on ..." 

Some 35 years ago, Marie at work - who did not smoke, and had no desire to smoke - said this about some nosy who didn't want to help some poor dude, because ... well, he had money for cigarettes.  Yay, Marie, cause here is how she responded to that busy-body.  "You either want to help poor people, or you don't!"  Yaay, Marie - she could smell b.s. standing a mile away, with a head-cold. Okay, back to the Huffington article (which is probably out there somewhere).  The physically-fit woman said that smoking not only eased off the distress, (and gripping fear) the smokes killed her appetite for food. 

Now, coming forward to today.  Here in the state i live in, smokes are rather heavily taxed.  A cheapo brand runs close to $7.  Seven dollars a day can keep a single person reasonably fed.  However, the busy-bodies - who have NO experience with poverty - really need to shut the heck up.  First off: when you are poor, it is likely, your living quarters are less than cooking/dining friendly.  It was either the smoker, or someone else interviewed by Huffington, who said that cooking tended to draw roaches.  And how's this for a newsflash:  yeah, you can keep your place clean, but what you will have is clean roaches - fewer roaches, oh yeah, but still, getting up in the middle of the night ... lived in this apartment back in the day.  Oh, but that's not it.  Okay, so ya quit smoking (and want to freaking strangle that smirkey painted Jezebel behind the counter) and like a good little droid, ya go to the grocery store.  Well, guess what, when your funds are very low, that's the last place you ought to set foot; very depressing - like punishing, depressing - to see all kinds of stuff you NEED (uhm, like dish soap, fruit and veges, window cleaner, a decent mop-head, light-bulbs (can't just buy one bulb - for the dinky, rather dingy, kitchen), a decent toothbrush...) but barely have the money for food. 

This short post is not advocating smoking.  This post is merely advocating (what used to be fairly) common empathy toward other people & their situations - of which, many Americans haven't a clue.

Pat phrase alert: Men age like wine, women like milk.

For starters, yes, it is a fact.  That is, IF the wine ages well - prior to modern winemaking, wine typically aged into a bitter mix of NightTrain and the red bitter stuff women put on salads (when they'd rather have ranch).  And even in these modern times, unless you have $50 bucks to spend on a single (stupid) bottle, most times you will leave the booze-barn with wine that 'el about make ya want to whine!  Is it just me, or do regular brands (not the gallon-a-cheapo) leave the consumer with a bitter after-taste?  Well anyway, for various reasons, i no longer partake in that wallet-drain, and haven't for years.

As for sour milk, yeah, it's inevitable that shortly, the carton's contents, if not used, will end up down the drain.  Drinking sour milk can make you vomit;  drinking bitter (most) wine will only make you want to vomit.   Oh wait a sec, some decades back, these two guys were chugging a certain brand of overly-sweet (that still had a bitter after-taste) cheapoid wine, and stopped in at Veena's place - one had to seriously, quickly use the potty.

Fine wine!  Where do basement boys, (logging onto Auntie Edna's internet) come up with that kind of money?

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

Okay, the abrasive statement made me laugh - back in the day, i used

various colorful phrases...but i can't be talking/writing like that anymore.  Anyway, to paraphrase that little phrase that was between parentheses, it goes like this "if you don't believe in evolution, [buzz] off and die, you're an idiot."  Yeah, i got a chuckle.  But laying such foolery aside, if we raise evolution to a more mature state, there really is no reason for many of us to be allowed to remain on the planet - yeah, i know there are, and have been, for some time, a few mad scientists/sociologists working on that (demented) dream.  Oh, you and you too, and me too, godda go, but not them - funny how that works, eh!

As for the spotted owls, if they can't relocate (when their forest was turned into tickey-tack-ville) well then, too bad, so sad - guess they lack the gumption to compete for the territory, currently being held by the striped owls.  And anyway, isn't helping the spotted whales to get a fin up... uh, isn't that rigging the game?   So much inconsistency, the atheistic greenoids want to save some annoying bug species, but take no issue when perfectly healthy babies are tossed in the dumpster behind moloch's mill.

New to the sidebar, The Gender Tax Gap: Men Pay 200% of the Taxes Women Do

And to think, all these years, people have been subject to the constant $1 versus .70 yammering - never mind women, if they can, take off a few years to raise their children, and - if they can - women retire earlier.  Both front-end and back-end life decisions = reduced wages/retirement income.  All these years, and until this weekend, have not heard or read one word about the Tax Gap.  Makes perfect sense though, many of the government programs have been put into place to help women and children.  Somebody's godda do it - if not pee-wee, than BigGov's got to step in, and be the Patriarch.

One of Janet's other posts (and i shoulda saved it) so resonated.

She was heading back from a trip, and there was a scheduling issue - one that could have costed her several hundreds of dollars of her Husband's hard-earned money.  You see, dear reader, he is the main breadwinner of their household, and she is thankful, and protective of their financial well-being.  Anyway, in the post, all worked out okay.  You see, the person behind the ticket-counter was a man - and he was empathetic toward the lady, who was in some distress over the possibility of having to spend more of her Husband's hard-earned money.  Had some bitter, frustrated beyond-th'-wall female had been behind the counter (and had spotted that modest little wedding ring) ... yeah, pay up cupcake. 

Oh, there is so much more i want to blog about certain related issues.  This article of hers (dag burnet, why didn't i save to favs).  Oh, but must forbear ... for awhile.  Perhaps, in the spring ...

New to the sidebar, a "What Would Happen If ..." article from a blog, written by a lady named "Janet."

The entire title of her post is:  "What Would Happen If No Men Showed Up for Work Today?"  Hey, i had wondered about that here and there over the years.  Well, Janet, being a professional writer and researcher checked stats from the Department of Labor.  And here is what she found out:  except for Nurses - who are mostly women - if all men decided to call off today, our society would be in for some really hard times.  If your computer decided to go bonkers sometime this morning, good luck with that - overwhelmingly, most the people who analyze hardware and software problems are men.  Need money from the ATM?  Most the people who fill that thing are ... yep, men.  Oopps, drain isn't doing it's job?  Ya might find a lady plumber.   Yeah, and she is very thorough, but she works three counties that-away, and today ...  Oh wait a sec, she is not working today, her grandbaby ... Car not running right?  Oh wait a sec, not a good idea to be on the road today, considering that yesterday the forecasters (usually men) were calling for sleet AND high winds.   Hope ya have rock-salt at the house, because the man who delivers the stuff promptly to HardwareWorld every Wednesday ...  And hope ya have good insulation behind your drywall, power might go out - and with no staff to fix it today ...  Oh, there are two or three women, (and they really do good work) but three or four counties worth of downed wire ...   Oh wait a sec, just last month, the one woman took an office job; she said she had loved working outdoors, but, well, she isn't 35 anymore and the winters ...  Frankly, i don't think one day would be a major hardship, but if all the men decided to call off for the entire week, that could get sticky.  Stupid drain ;/

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

There's a certain (favorite ;) website, which features several thousand contributors.

Out of that list of several thousand are, maybe, ten women - and the ten, if even that, did not write a topic.  The few women simply read a chapter, or two, at a time from books, long ago written by long departed men.  Needless to say, having listened to hundreds of these files, over the past eight or nine years, these men hold strongly to an "old-fashioned" worldview.  In short, these men are no friends of feminism.  Neither are they friends of toy-minded basement-boys (visiting trashy sites, per mommy's internet).  However, it is their ongoing hope that members of these two groups, grow up and get a real life.  Many, if not most, of these men have nothing good to say about hollywood, mtv, and other venues of androgynous rubbish.  The website is so extensive, and so expertly put together - yep, men at work ;) the site is not free, of course.  Each contributor pays a monthly fee in order to continue storing uploading their, typically hour-long, presentations - these go all over the world, and reach people who are stuck in armpit nations, under cruel governments.  Visitors don't have to pay one single dime, and there is no pressure to do so.  Many of the paying speakers offer cds of their topics for hardly more than postage, if even that.  Yeah, these are real men, with a REAL purpose in life.  The website is on the sidebar; it's called

Oh, the inconsistencies... Reading some of VoxDay's blogposts,

which are (oh no, not at this sidebar -- nuh-uh) readily available on google.  Anyway, after a peruse over at wiki-land ... goodnight, whaddapiecea churchian work!  Uh, yeah, despite some issues, his readership is more than sufficient for him to earn at least a stipend from advertisers - uhm, scratch that, when you have advertisers at your blog, they can basically dictate what you write.  i don't like the guy, one iota - think he's full of [baloney].  But the point is: he has a right to write, and his fan-klub have a right to congregate at his blog - and Vox has a right to tell one or several of them to begone, for whatever reason, or no reason, really.  His blog, his rules.  And yeah, i am impressed with - well, anyone whose long, detailed writing makes it quite obvious of having been gifted with an (significantly) above-average iq.  That's an admirable quality - our society would do better to encourage it's high-iq minority.  Oh, speaking of smart people, there was a book (can't remember the title, but was reading it while job-searching - and ended up borderline late for the interview ;/) about smart kids - was so saddening, the invalidation these children had been subjected to on a daily basis; no wonder so many of 'em end up waxing atheist/weird.   But anyway, i digress - on this blog of mine.

However, it's common knowledge that great, wonderful gifts are known to have been squandered, for the stupidest purposes (people gamble away goodly sums of money - idiots!)  Besides the usual run-of-the-mill hypocrisy - so, red-pellet - Vox advocates, what really destroyed what little credibility he had with this blogger (uhm, i also have a right to write...) was ...  oh my stars, it's like the old story of the muscle-bound "Chad" profiling himself (as usual) on the beach, and topping off his self-worship with kicking a measure of sand in the face of the proverbial 98-pound weakling - who, by the way, does all he can to simply steer clear of bullies.   Have to ask, by the way, uhm, don't people see through "Chad's" viciousness - that would shame even the snootiest cheerleader?  Silly question!  Way too many people lack even a third-cup's worth of common discernment.  Guess who is the 98-pound weakling - who mr.(wannabee)chad evidently likes to pick upon?  Drumroll...  A certain woman with health, and perhaps weight, issues!  Ya can't tell me, that was the first time, he had crudely and cruelly mouthed off to someone  - whose writing career was possibly becoming more successful than his.  What. a. jerk.