Wet starling

I know they are pests but I love their antics.

First tomato

"Only two things that money can't buy. That's true love and home grown tomatoes."

Mark Wayne shared, which shows you how noble is his character.

Hummingbirds are lucky, eh?

The Times: A plug for rat holes, traitors, but - really - what have they done lately?

From Big News:

"I am sick of this bum racket," says the star reporter. "What are newspapers good for, anyhow? Two-minute scandals for a lot of dumb Polacks that can't even read English. And what are they good for after that? Something to put under carpets, plugs for rat holes, wrapping paper for bootleggers, bed quilts for bums in the park and a lot of other things."
(Hat Tip to Newsosaur)

I was a newspaper reporter for nearly 20 years in biggish markets (but not NYC big). I know one thing as well as I know my name (which, here, is a pseudonym, by the way): The Times will swoon with delight about the criticism they are getting about their counter-American articles.

The Times imagines itself part of the insurgency and I doubt many of the Manhattan socialites on its staff even pretend otherwise. The recent series of articles show they have achieved status as the propaganda arm of the insurgency but, as much as they no doubt hope, I rather doubt they have helped the enemy all that much.

Looking at the article, I have to say THERE'S NOTHING IN IT. It's the same blasted story they've been running for the last two years. It's the "no court order to get records" story. Big deal. The story sucks. No one with an ounce of brains didn't already know everything in this freaking story.

I imagine it is just as possible that the Bush Administration planted the article as it is that the Times actually did some legwork and found a disgruntled bureaucrat somewhere who wanted to leak the one single crumb of information the Times cares about. To wit: The CIA didn't get a search warrant to get records.

YAWN. Today you get to read how Times editor Bill Keller is jacking off on how powerful he is.

One thing you have to understand about newspapers and reporters: They are incredibly indolent and stupid. About 98 percent of the Times reporters have a trust fund and, if they didn't, they would be panhandling in Brooklyn.

(The other 2 percent of the reporters are the affirmative action cases who the trust funders intentionally doom to failure. Remember that these days, if you are a white reporter, you have to have two Pulitzers to get a job at the Times. Blacks get a free pass to fail, though, and the trust funders nod their heads knowingly.)

Even the Times, desperate to get some sort of story that would help the insurgency, didn't go out there and actually FIND a story. No... It was handed to them. Probably the Bush Administration already knows who did it. Probably the Bush Administration did it.

Hey, Bill! You're a dumbass and your newspaper probably got taken in a black ops counter-intelligence coup by the Bush Administration. Ninner Ninner Ninner. What a maroon.

The Times just isn't that relevant. They still control TV news, but they are basically a small town newspaper read by trust funders.

(However, I doubt that Bill Mahr and George Clooney will be calling for the death penalty for Bill Keller as they did for Karl Rove.)

Biden pillow talk

Re: Dem 08 Hopeful Biden On Being President: 'I'd rather be at home making love to my wife while my children are asleep'...

Biden Pillow talk:

Come on Baby, hold it a little longer. Hold that mirror baby. Hold it up. Yeah, Am I handsome,baby? Ya, love me like I love me, baby?

trumpet vine and bee

Mark Wayne got mad

One time when I said I couldn't trust anyone in my family to do the right thing if I was permanently ill, Mark Wayne got mad.

See... we disagree on what is the right thing.

To me the right thing is you do everything you can for me. You get highly inconvenienced. You don't believe doctors when they say there is nothing to do. Doctors don't know shit. I never believed a doctor in my freaking life.

You don't decide that death is beautiful as if I were one of your liberal Lost Angeles Times pals. Let's get one thing straight: If you are standing there watching me die, you may think it is beautiful but I think you are a huge piece of shit and I don't think me dying is beautiful. My last thought is going to be: Fuck you. I hope you go to hell for this.

No. You don't take a shortcut to my collection of vintage Fortune magazines.

But these days, don't ever forget, you not only have a Supreme Court Given Right to Die, you also have a REQUIREMENT to die. It doesn't matter who loves you. It doesn't matter if you want to live. By God, if your next of kin wants you to die, your ass is grass.

As Ann Coulter has pointed out, Death is a Liberal Sacrament. They love to kill when life is inconvenient. Now they are writing about their beautiful experiences killing people in the Lost Angeles Times. http://www.latimes.com/news/opinion/commentary/la-op-lamott25jun25,0,4398224.story?coll=la-home-commentary

Liberalism has taken over and I think it's too late to fight it.

Limbaugh arrest

Is there any doubt in your mind that it is against the law to be conservative?

Power... and Stargazer Lillies

We just finished hooking up the generator when an electric company truck rolled by, stopped for about two minutes, rolled off and, miracle, we had power.

What would it be like if the Greens took over?

We're finding out!

A few high winds in Northern Indiana and we have no power until Saturday earliest.

This is not because George Bush is president and is making global warming worse.

More likely it is because diversity and incompetence training have left the infrastructure with no one who knows a damn thing about keeping power on.

Fortunately, my mother saw this coming and installed a gas powered generator but I won't be able to use her computer much until power is restored.

See you guys sometime next week!

Tortured soldiers

If we were serious about fighting this war, we would take out an entire town in the sunni triangle.

The 21st Century equivalent of fallout shelters

Leave it to the Norwegians to create a doomsday seed vault.

Great timing. This also reminds me of my dad who set up a lawn chair in the front yard so he could watch the neighbors put in their fallout shelter. He found it hilarious.

Silly Dad games

I remember well sitting on the bed with my brothers while my dad read his favorite poem in a deep, scary, dad voice. Every once in a while, when you least expected it -- and just when it really did get scary -- he would GROWL! We would jump and then break up in giggles. He had perfect timing.

The poem was just one of Dad's games. There were also Toe Cleaning (which made my mother cringe and made us laugh like crazy) and Trap.

Trap was a game that required the trapee (which was ALWAYS us kids) to recite perfectly (and it had to be perfect) a string of Korean and Japanese curses. Of course, we never knew (and still don't) what the words mean. Then, and only then, would your five-year-old hand be freed from the dreaded hand trap.

Neebee sheebee da pogedah deska, Daddy!

The Cremation of Sam McGee

There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold.
The arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold.
The northern lights have seen queer sights
But the queerest they ever did see,
Was that night on the marge of Lake LeBarge
When I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tenessee
Where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the south to roam
'round the poles, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold
Seemed to hold him like a spell,
Though he'd often say in his homely way
That he'd sooner live in Hell.


I can still say those first two verses by heart. You can read the rest here.

I've come to greater understanding and appreciation for my dad now that he's gone and I don't think it's worthwhile to recount what happened to him in the end or speak of the demons that haunted him. Dad gave us a lot.

Mulberry fingers

Mark Wayne and I join the birds in feasting on mulberries! Now the strawberries and raspberries are ripe too. Mark Wayne says "summer comes in waves." First the trees flower, then the mulberries, the strawberries, raspberries, then FINALLY the tomatoes, and the wild grape, if the beetles don't eat it all.

Doesn't look as if we'll have too many beans. The rabbits and chipmunks have helped themselves pretty well.

There are some catholics left. Who knew?

In the spirit of the coming age of Christian persecution, the Catholic Church has decided to surrender Catholicism to the past and become a group of social workers operating out of double wides. At least that is the way it seems from north central Indiana where our bishops have always been cowboys.

So I was delighted when Mark Wayne -- who is NOT a Catholic and, in fact, the son of Pentecostal preachers, thus he halfway expects he is married to the anti-Christ -- proposed a day tour of Catholic Churches in Western Ohio. Of course that included the Maria Stein Shrine of the Holy Relics. Above you see the earthly remains of St.Concordia, Martyr. (I deleted the photo because I was sick of looking at it.)

There are about 1600 relics there -- all first class relics, meaning they are an actual BONE of the saint. Like, for example, St. Augustine is there. And St. John the Baptist. There is even a piece of the True Cross there. Yes, friends, in the Catholic Church if you have been real, real, good when you were living, then, when you die, we cut you up and display you to the faithful. Quaint, eh?

Western Ohio is incredibly different than Indiana. Every here and there, you see a gothic spire ascend over the farmland and surrounding each of the many gothic churches are the graves -- usually German pioneers -- of the faithful. Delightful.

Gotcha!

Mark Wayne, the lovely grandchild Sherrae, and I got back late tonight from a weird and wonderful day trip -- just about the only vacation Mark Wayne is going to have this week. Awww.

Anyway, here are two fishing heron photos I got at St. Mary's lake.

I notice there are some new posts which I haven't had time to read yet. One is from the famous Jamie! Jamie, wait until you see my post tomorrow. Right up your alley. Hint: Relics.

Haditha hoax

Chas has a link to the American Thinker blog with a fascinating take on Haditha as a hoax. Read this and you'll say to yourself: I should have seen this coming.

Mark Wayne's vacation

He's putting in a new utility room floor. Ain't he the greatest?

She could make me gay. But then I'd be liberal.

The MSMTH (Talking Heads) had someone at the Daily Kos read GODLESS so they wouldn't have to. I know because otherwise we would be seeing all this smiling TV heads explode. It would sound like popcorn: Pop! poppy poppy pop! Pop!

Also I know because the MSMTH only have one real question about the book. That thing about the 911 harpies who are so happy their hubbies died.

Anyway, everyone should read at least to page 2 -- EVEN LIBERALS should be able to do that.

That's where we read about the doctrines of liberal religion: Darwinism is a fact; people are born gay, child molesters can be rehabilitated. Ann asks:

"If people are born gay, why hasn't Darwinism weeded out people who don't reproduce? (For that we need a theory of survival of the most fabulous). And if gays can't change, why do liberals think child-molesters can?"

SHE IS SO BRILLIANT.

Itchy bunny

Mark Wayne and I are on a low-budget vacation. That means we're just staying home and not spending money.

So yesterday, I saw this little critter cavorting on my step, running back and forth practicing being a bunny.

No doubt it is this fellow's compatriots who are eating Mark Wayne's beans out in the new garden. Mark Wayne is muttering something about shotguns.

But snick would eagerly help with bunny patrol, if allowed. Sorry guys. I like the little fellas.

Stray mother dog

There is a stray, hungry dog around here that has recently had puppies. She looks like a full blooded, brindle boxer to me. She's wearing a choke chain. I've put food out for her, hoping she will at least have a good meal.

I've had mixed results adopting stray dogs. Since they are frequently abandoned here, I've had a lot of chances.

Here is just a sampling of my white trash stray dog adventures. I am down to three dogs laying all over the porch now but time was there were five.

Notable good dogs were:
Cheeks, still have her, very bushy coat and sweet as can be. Once got hit by a car. My favorite dog.

K-May, beagle mix. Loved her, but couldn't keep her in the fence. Came home and found her dead in the street.

Minnie, she was pregnant, this is a pattern. Assholes don't take care of their dog then dump her when she gets pregnant. Good girl, though. Loved her.

Murf, came to me pregnant. Great dog. Looked like a boxer/dalmation mix. All spotted. She was kiled by Minnie! That was a sad day.

Bad:
Reggie, adorable little tiny dog with lots of hair. Little F*ker bit me like six times before I put him down. That was before I married Mark Wayne who wouldn't have put up with it, he says and I believe him.

Bad and good:
I loved Reese who I had to put down because she got out and bit runners. I almost can't think about her. Sigh.

End of the world dispatch! Run for your lives!

Genetic changes because of global warming! Maybe Al Gore will grow a brain!

Peach rose and bug

Smells heavenly. Spicy and peachy and rosy.

Indy won't see the Chicks!

I'm delighted that Indianapolis won't go to see the Chicks.

HMMM Mulberries

Can't wait until they are all purple and sweet!

They are NOT supporting the troops

Born Again Redneck has published a letter from a soldier who says what most of us knew all along: You know those libs that say they hate the war, but not the soldiers? They really hate the soliders, too.

Read the solider's letter

BILLY PRESTON DIES

Billy Preston will forever be remembered by me as having written one of the world's most insulting songs:

You are so beautiful...

To me.

(To everyone else you are a DOG!)

Doom

Mark Wayne and I are thinking about building a new house. But I have a sense of impending doom. Unlike liberals, I don't think the doom is about global warming.

(Global warming just makes me laugh heartily. Actually, I LIKE the idea of New York City under water. Makes my day. But unfortunately it is not to be. Global warming is a bunch of hoo hoo hooey. Don't you love the ever earnest Al Gore preaching: The end is coming! The end is coming! Someone draw me that cartoon.)

No, I feel a sense of doom because half the population of this country doesn't want it to survive and, in fact, wants it to be divided, in poverty, and occupied.

Canadian jihad

This is why I think we really have nothing to fear from the Democrats coming to power next.

It won't matter how much they kiss Muslim toe, in the end they will have to fight.

Events will change the minds of the Democrats. Just as they reluctantly agreed to fight Hitler, they will reluctantly agree to fight to Muslim insurgency in America -- if only to save gay bars from destruction.

By 2010, there will be suicide bombers in malls in Indianapolis. New Yorkers won't care, of course, but fortunately the rest of us will and that is all it takes.

But will it take too long for us to see the threat? This is where my sense of doom comes from.

Suspicious sparrow

This sparrow is too dang suspicious of me to eat one little freaking seed from my new feeder while I'm watching.

Every which way

Bird's nest

Nest with shredded paper from my evil neighbor's yard.

THEY STILL DON'T HAVE HOMES!!

A young liberal lady told my husband via email the other day that the United States was NOT a great country and, as evidence, she points out: SOME OF THE KATRINA VICTIMS STILL DON'T HAVE HOMES!

So?

Since when is it the job of a country to give homes to every victim of a natural disaster?

You build your mansion on the edge of a cliff on the pacific coast and the next time it rains, I have to build you another?

You are a useless scumbag living in the projects in Louisiana and you make no provisions for the upcoming hurricane and now I have to build you a house?

I think not.

Shit happens. Deal with it yourself.

NYT "run for your life!" articles

... listed Here.

That felt good. That satisfied a need.

HI-LARIOUS Wall Street Journal article on the exact subject Fish, White Trash Republic, and moi are talking about. The best part, speaking of Al Gore and Inconvenient Truth:

In a million years, the time it takes the earth to sneeze, the planet will likely be shorn of any conspicuous sign we were ever here, let alone careless with our CO2, dioxins, etc. Talk about an inconvenient truth.

How much more securing, in a way, to believe we are ruining the planet than the planet just does not care about us, and will run rampant with life long after we are dust. And how pleasant to be able to transmute our fury over our fate into incoherent feelings of self-heroism against our present "enemies." Thus Washington Post columnist, and future dust, Sebastian Mallaby: "By their contempt for expert opinion on everything from Iraqi reconstruction to the cost of their tax cuts, Republicans have turned [Al Gore] into a hero. By their serial dishonesty, Republicans have created a market for 'An Inconvenient Truth.' "

That felt good, didn't it? That satisfied a need.

Read it here

Yeah. What Fish said.

Fish's comment on all the wacky "End of the World" scenarios:

I think the author of Chicken Little and the sky is falling story should sue for plagarism.

So many people run around in circles screaming about the latest doomsday fad, yet never believe the real threat we are facing from Islamic terrorists.

Socialist agit-prop

White Trash Republic had a great comment on this bunch from Kansas. They've been in Indiana, too.

What most people don't understand about this bunch is that they aren't a Christian group. They are socialist agit-prop front group. I'm sure the agitators have chosen a real church, but the agitators are not Christian themselves and they don't believe anything the church believes. They are professional agitators who are whipping up anti-Christian and anti-Conservative sentiment through the Mainstream Media.

Of course, there are no real reporters in the MSM so they get away with it. Well they probably get away with it with the cooperation of the MSM.

The woods is heavy with wild rose fragrance

What's that orange thing?

Bee on a hummingbird bush. Is that orange part an egg sack or something?

Hot day

I always call these guys 'pineys' But they are chipmunks.

Y2K, killer bees, herpes, AIDS, global cooling, mass famine....

Not necessarily in this order, but all scary things and, as it happens, things that didn't end the world though they were predicted to be the end of civilization.

Remember how planes were going to fall out of the sky at the stroke of midnight 2000? And there was another scary thing right about that time, too. Can't remember exactly what it was but this fella I know had a hand pump put in over his well and told me I better have a secret code to give him if I was going to visit after 2000 because no one was getting past his shotgun on Terror Night.

Well I mean the guy really isn't nuts. Really. He has a family, job... He isn't in a union.

And of course you all remember Paul Ehrlich who I believe recommended we adopt euthanasia to get rid of the parasitic people who were going to get all our FOOD. No way could the earth support a population of a billion! There wasn't enough sheer space.

Oh let's see: What's-his-name the ocean explorer said there would be no more life in the ocean by 1990.

Oprah said we would all die of AIDS and then the remainder would die of Mad Cow Disease.

Al Gore said... Oh Lord. Save me.... What hasn't he said. Man, he is so spooky.

You know all of this stuff is based on one premise: That man controls nature. Put aside, for a moment, the notion of God. Stand out in a Spring thunderstorm. 'Nuff said.