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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


... don't blame the song when the choir's offkey. Liberal churches were a major moving force behind the early Civil Rights struggle. Dr. King himself was my favorite Baptist next to Vernon Johns. From my own denomination, the Jesuits and Claretians worked for social justice, and I knew several prominent clerics well in that day. We're not all like your idiot neighbor.

When I first moved to this flyspeck little town, my Northside Neighbor was one of the paramilitary alleged 'patriots' who like to play soldier in the woods. He gave me all sorts of hell, partly because I committed the unpardonable sin of outbidding him for this house. His father-in-law happened to be mayor at the time and had appointed the local police chief, so Northside Neighbor called the cops on me every time I blinked. They were at my door almost every week.

When the mayor's office changed hands, so did the police chief's position, and they got tired pretty quick of running out here at his every beck and call. I think a lot of the present holders of those two offices because they know I never bite first. When the rabid wingnut bus driver filed a false police report claiming I'd carried a gun on board and threatened everyone, the police chief took it with a grain of salt and rushed right over almost 2 full days later to ask me about it. Just for the sake of formality! I wrote a rebuttal for the record and publicized the bus gang's lowdown behavior in the local press.

Everybody for miles around knows what lowlifes infest that rural regional minibus, and not just from my own experiences either. I could've withstood the insanity and criminal behavior for the sake of transportation, and did for several years - but what bothered me most was having them scream their imaginary superiority in my face. They called me unrepeatable names constantly, and I eventually referred to them as Hell Spawn. First time they heard that came as quite a shock to them, and they were soooo offended!

BTW, Northside Neighbor eventually gave up and moved to the other side of town in a self righteous huff. But everybody knows who won our little turf war, and it wasn't him. After so many years of hell from these people, when President Obama won re-election I confess that when I saw the bus approaching my house one day I ran out in the street, jumped in the air, and blew them the loudest rasberry I could. Then I ran back in the yard because that damned bus looked like it was picking up speed. Somebody's tires squealed!

That got most of it out of my system, though, and I've behaved fairly well ever since. At worst when I see that bunch shopping in one of the few local stores, I restrain myself to a comparatively ladylike, barely perceptible flutter of chickenwings. If you didn't know any better, you'd think I'd developed a sudden rash on each armpit. But blink and you'd miss it. I'm not one to rub anything in.

Did you happen to ...

... read a book called 'Black Like Me'? PBS ran shows on the author during February. Very interesting.

You're entirely correct

But sometimes if they can't find any close enough to reach, they'd be willing to settle for anybody of any color who happens to be a hair's breadth to the left of Lyndon Larouche. Some younger folks on this thread might not remember him, but he would've made David Duke look liberal. And those sorry excuses for human beings aren't just in the South, either. You wouldn't have to turn over a field full of rocks to find more of them than you care to think about.

I like the picture I saw elsewhere of a young lady on the beach at sunrise, her arms outstretched as she says, "I love it when I wake up in the morning and Barack Obama's president!" Me too, though we still have so far to go. I can't think of any era in history when I would prefer to have been born. We've seen so many wonders, with still more to come.


So glad I finally watched this BEFORE breakfast.

Even with President Obama's second term safely underway, I kept putting off watching the video. Where I retired, I have to live with these people! Unfortunately for them, they have to live with me too, regardless of the tight circle they try to draw around their 'safe little haven' of conservatism.

To me it represents hell on earth. How can people live consumed with so much blind, idiotic hatred? How would you like to have them in your face all the time? If you don't believe they're truly dangerous and demented, look at that guy from Nicaragua threatening to kill the interviewer and throw him in the river.

While I realize most barking dogs don't bite, rabid ones do. The main reason I've survived here for over 7 years is because they know from experience that I bite back, sometimes even hard. The two chows let me sleep easy while they were alive, and now they're gone the delicate balance of power has so far remained secure.

You wouldn't wonder if maybe I'm a little hypersensitive if it was your own neck on the line. They know they can't reach President Obama himself, so they try to make do with one of his Yellow Dog Democrat supporters. Some tradesmen have refused the chance to bid on major renovation projects on this place amounting to several thousands of dollars, and they weren't shy about telling me why either. One guy who doesn't want me in his store (especially when I wear Democrat gear) simply closes shop the minute I step foot in the door.

So believe me, I treasure the comparative few who aren't so punitive. It's been an education for me in so many ways, and oddly enough increased my self confidence because if I'd known completely what I'd be getting into when I moved here, you couldn't have given me a house in this town for free. Now that we're pretty much stuck with each other, I've learned more survival skills. I can control my own temper better and unleash it more at my own rare choosing than theirs.

So to a degree I celebrate the strength this general battering has encouraged in me, and I count each and every tiny (but growing) social grace extended in my direction by the nicer element as a mutual victory. Maybe on my 100th birthday, I'll run for mayor! I once settled for several years near a little town in Southern California when I had a horse ranch, and those people kept me elected to a lesser local office even though I was the newcomer and you couldn't convince them for love or money that I'm not an undercover commie. But it was a whole different world there and then. I never quite appreciated how they spoiled me.

Most of the world

... only thinks of the bad witnesses, it seems. That's understandable, but really incompatible with a rational assessment. People shouldn't blame the song when half the choir's offkey.

The Puritans

... who I believe eventually morphed into Congregationalists, sometimes stripped non-compliant or dissident women to the waist; they tied them to a wagon and made them follow behind while being lashed. They really hated Shakers. Think the Republicans would behave any better if they ever got the upper hand? I don't.

That was sarcasm?

Just pulling your leg.

Lovely - Inspiring - Looks Delicious!

And I don't just mean the food. Good friends are one of life's great blessings. You're all very fortunate. It keeps me inspired with a little hope for the world. We can always use more of that.

One of my blessings in this tiny town I'm always griping about is the room to grow a good bit of my own food. Nothing in the world tastes better than cherry tomatoes picked off the bush on a warm afternoon. I always start with the intention of bringing most of them in, but it seldom works out that way. I've been known to eat so many off the bush that I had no appetite by the time I got to the kitchen.

That's one of the things I like best about retirement. Not only the chance to cook from scratch almost always but to grow the food organically from saved seed too. Besides tomatoes I always grow peppers, tomatoes, broccoli, tomatoes, eggplant, and... well, you get the idea. This year I'm trying out more heirloom tomatoes and black currants and those adzuki beans Dr. Oz keeps talking about. And I want to branch out into the winged bean because I understand you can eat every bit of the whole plant, even the roots. If the state ever legalizes recreational marijuana, I'll try my hand at that too. Then all the people here who drink too much and fight with their spouses and cheat on their taxes can talk about me and my evil pothead ways. It always does wonders for my deportment.

Easy to say

It would've been catastrophic. Huey Long showed many sociopathic tendencies, and he was brilliant and eloquent enough to get away with it. He would've been our Hitler-Mussolini combined. For instance, when he went to the state legislature for highway funds, they only gave him a pittance. So he took the money and spread it all over the state in one-mile increments so everybody could experience the luxury first hand, if only for a short distance. The next time he asked for highway funds, the voters backed him and he got all he wanted.

Despite the good things Long did, he was such a dictator that nobody could get or keep a job in Louisiana during his time w/o his approval. He ruled that state with an iron fist and would've done the same with the whole country, given the chance. And crooked? As a dog's hind leg.


After only a week or so on this site, I feel it's time already for me to say I enjoy your thoughtful and excellent posts.

At present I babble on about lots of things and seldom pass by an excuse to yelp about my difficult choice of retirement location. But I'll calm down soon enough. It's so very comforting to escape somewhere populated by people with hearts and brains. I mustn't forget to bring mine along next time.
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