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Gender: Female
Home country: US
Current location: retired to MidWest
Member since: Mon Feb 18, 2013, 10:15 PM
Number of posts: 6,151

About Me

Still an ardent Irish-American Catholic damnYankee Yellow Dog Democrat socialist after all these years. (cue Simon music) Army brat and wife for many years, now have been on the loose far longer than I was married. After my two red chows died, I took in a mini-beagle cross that I named Molly Maguire, thinking she might need a good Irish name like my original real one. Later she got a baby sister, a smooth-coat JRT I named Brigid after the greatest of the ancient Celtic goddesses. My great-grandfather and his son fought for Michael Collins and barely made it out of Ireland one step ahead of John Bull. They slipped over to Wales for new identities and then forward to the States for a fresh start. That makes me second generation of illegal but certainly justified immigrants. There are precious few people to whose defense I fly immediately, but the list includes Hillary Clinton, President Barack Obama even when I disagree with him - it happens! - and living Irish patriots Gerry Adams and Martin \\\'Mind Your Kneecaps\\\' McGuiness. I pray earnestly for a united and free Ireland rescued from all official British occupation, with every square inch of alleged \\\'ancestral lands\\\' now held immorally and illegally by the invaders returned to the rightful owners. Irish-only rule for Ireland. No foreign masters anymore! I find it passing strange when Brits chide ME about \'interfering\' in Irish politics!

Journal Archives

He knows he's in the catbird seat now. Probably always has been.

If there's ever another president on Mt. Rushmore, it will be Barack Hussein Obama. Except on St. Patrick's Day it's spelled O'bama! He does have a drop of Irish somewhere way back. I knew there was something I liked about him.

Thank YOU for joining. We all need support,

not to mention as many eyes and ears as possible on alert for trolls. We do get occasional lost ones through here. I think they come and run so they can go back to GD and elsewhere to brag that they bearded the lion in its den. Guess what? Lions bite. Let the mods know if you see abusive posts - they can be counted on to put a stop to it. Trolls will holler at you; call you closed-minded and mean; if that doesn't work, they'll whine flimsy excuses, but they're just trying to hang on and suck blood like a bleepin' tick. The biggest tip-off comes when they 'apologize' or 'explain your misconceptions', maybe even promise not to do it anymore - until the next time.

Sounds rather like the profile of a domestic abuser, does it not?

People like Ruby continue to bless us well after they're gone,

even people who never met them. Every time I hear a story like that, it reminds me of my mother and renews the hope of becoming worthy of her. An amazing ripple effect.

Along those lines, don't forget Paul Krugman and Thomas Piketty.

Smart is cool and therefore sexy. They're undeniably smart.

Can't argue with you there.

I should've reserved space for him to be co-listed #1 with my equally beloved Liam Neeson.

Pretty hideous, I agree. Nothing at all to recommend there.

And I'll gladly finish the list for you:

Liam Neeson.

In fact he's the only one you really need, since anyone else is light years behind him.

Just thought you'd like to know.

You can close and lock the thread now.

I'd throw you a rope

and then drop my end of it. Like a Repuke, I wouldn't want you to grow parasitic and unwilling to fend for yourself. If you can't swim, you don't eat - or something like that, I forget.

Well, there was one time I DID embarrass myself

although it was not from an intentional misstep. Driving down a city street, I saw a yard sale sign with arrow AND address on a corner telephone pole, so I turned there and got out at the stated house. The yard was full of furniture etc. Started looking at stuff, waiting patiently for someone to emerge from the house. When they did, I immediately piped up and asked how much the lady wanted for the sofa. She answered back that it wasn't for sale. I stood there dumbfounded and muttered something about a yard sale, embarrassed half to death. She said, "NO! We're moving IN!" That's when I remembered the yard sale sign on the corner had no date and must have been left over from the previous owners or tenants.

Well, at least I did remove that sign quickly to save anyone else my mistake.

Speaking of signs, in some big cities they have a problem of people removing corner and highway yard sale signs belonging to others, in order to drive more traffic to their own sale. Politicians have a lot of trouble with their campaign signs disappearing in rural areas, too. Politics and business can be rough.

Tempest in A Teapot, or Yard Sale Wars

Enjoyed the privilege of listening to a 30-yr-old Praire Home Companion rebroadcast that also featured Willie Nelson this evening.

But earlier this morning I engaged in what might best be called the local Yard Sale Wars. A friend who's sold her house to move to FL was trying to clear out the excess first, of course; she even called me to invite me over to shop. I leaped at the chance.

That's when the minor trouble started. Too many shoppers, too little help, and an unfortunate group of alleged helpers, with some of whom I share a mutual distaste. I gathered up a pretty good pile of stuff but wasn't through by any means when one of the 'helpers' sashayed over and started to fill her arms w/o so much as a by-your-leave.

I gave a polite cough and said, "Those are mine." She said, "I'm taking them to the pay table to bag them up for you." When I said no again and she ignored me, I had to snatch the whole armload back and say a little more firmly, "No, you're not. I said they're mine and they'll stay with me until I'm ready to leave!" She gave me a dirty look and stomped off but she knew better than to push me any more.

Here's why I won't let people do that: 1) It's rude to just pick up somebody else's stuff w/o asking, no matter who you are or think you are. 2) Under the best circumstances I've still seen so much chaos at a pay table that some people get sent home with the wrong bags or items, etc. Happened to me once. 3) Especially when things are not marked and the price given by the host or 'helpers' is only verbal, or special deals have been struck, I'm not about to contend with people at the pay table over what I really owe. 4) Worst case scenario, if the person with the cash box holds any grudge against you and if you let them bag your stuff, horrible things can happen. I lay items on the table one at a time, announce the price I was given, and bag it myself. People pretty much know now not to mess with it because I'm faster than they are!

One time years ago here in this backwater, I danced up to a table with a precious Victorian-style Santa Claus cookie jar and set it down while frisking myself for my wallet. Then I watched in horror as the woman picked up that very collectible and expensive cookie jar, and she slammed it down on the table so it shattered. It wasn't even hers. She was just 'helping' her daughter hold a sale. But she hated Democrats with a passion, and that was her way of getting back even if it cost her daughter $40. I'll never understand that kind of thing.

So now I just keep control of everything throughout the process. If some 'helpers' less malevolent than the one described above still want to think I'm rude because they're too bloody used to getting their own way (as perhaps I am), that's a small price to pay. I literally cannot abide bossy people even if they gossip behind my back and call me rockheaded to my face. The lovely thing remains, they can't fire me or retaliate in any way that matters to me.

Someday I'll tell you about the nicer people here, but that's a lot duller story.
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