Another Word From Our Sponcer!

Nobody Cares

I took the day off and went to see one of the best botanical gardens in the world...right here in St. Louis. As you can see...I was in heaven. I took WAY too many pictures.

That's my friend Pattie, standing in the middle of the "Mediterranean plaza" and smiling a great big smile for the picture EVEN though, her feet were killing her.

So, here's the thing: You cannot go through all this beauty and not help but think, "God invented evolution so as to give us all this wonderful beauty and variety." I really don't see how evolutionists can say God could not have thought up "evolution." and therefore does not exist.

Jeez. And they give these people degrees!

I'll be back tomorrow to complain about every little thing political, but for tonight...I'm enjoying the memories.

Happy Mother's Day!

Nobody Remembers:

Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers out there!

And now, a word from our sponcer:

The winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock.

St. Matthew ch 7, V. 25

Can I Have a Vowel Please?

Nobody's Opinion: At Easter dinner tonight, I got the "kick" under the table by my husband. You know....the "kick" that means...shut up, you fool. I was talking about the latest video going around the net, where two black women kick the holy bejebies out of this poor white girl.

On the way home from the Easter empty restaruant, I asked him why he did that and he said that my son's girlfriend's father was half-black, and she might get upset.

"Well, I'm tired of this." I said. "The fact is, the two girls WERE black. What? Am I suppose to say "Two unknowns" kicked the hell out of a white girl?"

Because of political correctness we are not allowed to report the facts. In....sane.

What I found so very appalling about the whole thing is that the other "black" men employees just stood around and watched, laughing and videotaping.

Any man, black OR white, who was decent, would have gone over and stopped these women from practically killing that girl. Allen West would have stopped them cold.

But no...when that women went into convulsions from being kicked in the head so many times, they told the girls to "you better go, the police will be here soon" thereby helping these two criminals from being arrested.

From the news: It was reported that: An elderly woman tried to break up the fight and she gets hit in the face. As a manager tries to throw the girls out of the restaurant other employees, in their red McDonald's uniforms, can be seen standing by watching.

At first glance it was found out they had attacked her because one of their boyfriends had made a pass at her. Then they found out "she" was a transsexual and that gave them even more glee.

Tell me. How many times have we been lectured on attacking "gays?" And are we not indoctrinating our very children that gays are normal human beings. And if these were white girls or boys doing this, Obama himself would have been on the homosexual podium talking about the atrocity of the crime.

"They just sat there and watched. And there was at least 6 employees there watching it, rooting for the girls to hurt me," Chrissy Polis says.

Too bad they can't send the lot of them down, employees included, to Sheriff Arpaio

As for me...I am really getting tired of the fact that the blacks can now attack white people, for the obvious reason of prejudice of their whiteness, and if anyone speaks up about the "hatred" of blacks for whites, well, we are suppose to shut up because our ancestors once had slaves.

The blacks know, that the system has their backs. Eric Holder, refused to prosecute the black panthers who stood with bats in front of voting places.

They keep us divided, and our leaders fuel the fight to game for votes, while they are the very people that are keeping the fires burning, and the blacks on welfare. We had years of whites hating blacks, and now we have to have future years of blacks hating whites...what? To make up for it?

What was funny is that, neither my son or his girlfriend took offense, because I reported the scene just as it happened. Two black women beat up a white woman.

The "N" word did not enter my mind...but the word..."mean, vicious, and cowardly" certainly did.

I remember a once free country, where you could even tell a polish joke, or an call someone a spic and even the spic would laugh. Now they have us all nicely put into little groups, and use our language to control us.

I hope they put these girls away for a loooooog time. But..don't count on it.

Anyway, the video is here...if you can stomach it.

Sorry, once was enough for me.

Riders of the Storm

Nobody Flashes: As many have heard by now, St. Louis was hit by a F4 tornado, and since I was only about seven to ten miles from the touchdown of this beast, my electric was off last night, as were about 46,000 other people. Our house, luckily, our house was passed over, so many houses near here, weren't.

St. Louis, the city, holds the record for being hit by the most tornados, in the United States, and this one caused quite a bit of damage. Luckily, as we hid in the basement, (My husband, my dogs, and me) --as the lights went out, as we watched the flashes of lighting through the basement windows, somehow I knew we would just miss it. It was quiet...much too quiet for a storm....almost like the air was being sucked up for some much needed energy.

Lambert Field, the airport that was really destroyed, has been there since Lindbergh kept his famous Spirit of St. Louis in the field. The "modern" design was modern back in the fifties and the truth be told, it was old. Sometime during the Bush administration, American Airlines pulled its main hub out, then the National Guard Jet Pilots were ended, (My fly boys) and the strikes at Delta took the rest. Where once we could see on any night, seven or eight planes waiting to land, now we can go for days without seeing any airplanes in the sky, at all.

This is one of the reasons why there were so few casualties at the airport when the F4 hit.

I can actually see the airport from the roof of my house, that's how close I live to it. So, after the electric went out, I laid in the dark, listening to the radio comments.

"Hello"

"Hi guys, I've been sitting dead stop in the highway ,since 8.30 tonight, it's now 11.30 and we are finally moving" said one guy.

"I was in a plane, and we couldn't get to the tarmac because it was lighting" said one lady. "Then I saw the tornado, and we felt the plane shack, and I we all thought it was going to flip over, they got us off by emergency exit, and the whole airport looks like a war zone."

Okay..I thought. The airport got hit. I went to sleep. But..the next day we all saw the devastation...this baby went for miles. Home after home was destroyed. Giant trees, power lines, whole streets made impassible.

So, my little dying town of St. Louis made the news. China, has already signed an agreement with the mayor to make St. Louis's Lambert Field a major hub, so maybe China will tear down that old worn-out building and build another one.

And if that happens...then this nobody is going to wonder. One guy actually predicted, that a tornado would destroy the St. Louis Airport two days ago. He showed Satellite images of how they can manipulate storms to do just what they want.

Creepy. And who has this science down to a fine art?

China.

Now, having said that...there was such a small loss of life here, you have to wonder. (so far, none) ---Is Good Friday a lucky day to have a tornado? Was it because the weather people did a good job of warning everybody? Was it because the date was 4/22/11? (You know how I feel about 22 and 11!) Or was it simply because, the houses that were hit, all have basements? And nowadays, the newer homes have no basements because of the cost. My son has one of those newer houses, and I wonder...where does he go?

Well, I don't know. But I DO know as I write this I hear thunder outside. They have predicted more of the same for the next four days. We could get more F4 tornadoes.

It's been a strange storm, in the world, all the way around. The best we can all do is to ride it out.

In that case, I had better get some sleep.

Obama's Work Space...

Nobody Flashes Email: Today, I was happy with myself that I had gotten the whole house cleaned-- everything was in its place, and then I came to my office. Just shoot me. There are papers everywhere: notes, books, shoe boxes filled with old receipts, closets dripping with so much stuff I dare not move anything for fear something will fall. I was feeling downright depressed about how I can't ever seem to keep my "office" in order, when I got this email.

A Person's Mind and His Desk.

There's an old saying that seems to apply: Creative minds are rarely tidy. I've used that often to explain my desk/workspace. Here we see the workspaces of William F. Buckley, Nat Hentoff, Albert Einstein, and a guy from Kenya.

(Thanks to Pattie)

What's in YOUR Cookie Jar Little Girl?

Nobody Wins : This article was sent to me by my good colleague in Australia, (amfortas) who was ever so keen to note that this happened all the way around the world, in my little home town. I'm glad SOMEONE is paying attention. Put that with the video, and you see the problem.

*** Who needs the human tapeworms behind these restrictions? St. Louis-Area Girls Told to Close Cookie Stand Each February and March for the past six years, Caitlin Mills, 16, and Abigail Mills, 14, have put a card table in front of their home in Hazelwood, Mo., and sold Girl Scout cookies to drivers passing by. This year, however, the city of Hazelwood notified their mother, Carolyn Mills, that the girls’ cookie stand violated city ordinances and must be shut down. Today, according to a news release from Freedom Center of Missouri, the Mills family — but not the Girl Scouts of America as they are not involved in the case — filed suit in state court to ensure that children in Hazelwood and all over the state will be free to set up similar stands in their own front yards.

“It is a time-honoured tradition for American children to set up a stand in the front yard and sell lemonade or baked goods to people passing by,” said Dave Roland, Freedom Center of Missouri director of litigation. “These stands are not only a fun way to pass a summer afternoon, they are frequently children’s first encounter with the basics of entrepreneurship, customer service, and money management.”

Notice of the city’s move to shut down the cookie-selling stand came as a surprise to Mrs. Mills. “It never even crossed my mind that my girls might need to get permission from the city before setting up their cookie stand,” she said. “I was even more shocked when city officials told me that you couldn’t even get a permit for it.” Caitlin Mills was diplomatic about the situation. “We know that our city officials are working hard to make sure that Hazelwood is a nice place to live,” she explained. “But even good city officials sometimes make mistakes. All we are asking is for the court to say it was a mistake for the city to tell us to shut down our cookie stand.” The implications of this case, however, reach far beyond Hazelwood’s city limits, according to Roland: For more than a century, American courts adhered to the principle that people could use their property almost any way they saw fit as long as they were not harming anyone else. Despite this general rule, courts allowed governments to use the “police power” to create laws carefully designed to protect the public health, safety, and welfare. Over time, however, courts shifted from the presumption that citizens should be able to make use of their property to a presumption that government should be able to restrict its use. The issue in this case is whether state and local governments still face any constitutional limitations on their ability to control the use of private property.

“Courts have already held that cities can control what citizens can build on their property, where they can build it… even what color they can paint it,” Roland said. “If Hazelwood and other cities can prohibit kids from setting up a harmless, temporary cookie stand in their own front yard, it is hard to say that our constitutions still offer any significant protection for private property rights. The Freedom Center of Missouri hopes to remind the courts that vigorous protection of property rights is vital to the American constitutional system and way of life.”

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So, a kid (or in this case young adult) cannot sell lemonade (or cookies) here in Hazelwood without a permit, and they do not issue permits. Therefore, the kid has to wait till he grows up and gets his first job at McDonalds...thereby discouraging him from having a business of his own.

Getting 'permission' is how they are training the kids that they cannot do much of anything without the government's permission. It also makes the parents look weak.

On the other hand, if Caitlin and her friend Abigail had actually been allowed to sell their cookies here in Hazelwood, more than likely, they would could been robbed, as this young girl was in the video. I'd say the chances were at least 50/50.

The question here is...is this happening in YOUR neighbourhood? Here in Hazelwood, I have it on good source (a teacher) that a boatload of the kids make their money selling drugs in the halls between classes.

And now...we know why: In Hazelwood, you don't need a permit to sell drugs in school, and you have your locker to put the money safely away.

Many a billionaire has a story about how he making money as a kid. Paper routes, selling lemonade, and their early experiences made them into the success they become.

What kind of choices are we giving our kids when they can't experiment with selling honest products, and yet the profits of drugs are sold in the halls of our school, with teachers looking the other way?

Not much.

Let the Wolves Out!

Nobody's Opinion: Last week I went to Missouri's wolf sanctuary, and found out that gray wolves are an endangered species. In fact, it doesn't seem that the wolf is doing very well in the world at all, which is a shame because they are such beautiful animals. There has never been a wolf attack on a human ever recorded in the United States. Coyotes killed 22 times more cattle than wolves do.

Here in Missouri, there are no wolves. We have "foxes." Cute-- but I wish we had more wolves. The "government" is not going to introduce them back into the wild. They are genetically monitored and strictly controlled, every single pup is accounted for---god forbid a wolf have too many.

So, are they doing this for OUR benefit?

I doubt it. BECAUSE...ladies and gents...we have WILD PIGS! And they're not controlling them too well at all. What's up with that? Compared to a pig, the wolves are angels They might kill a cow here or there, but pigs...just ask any Texas rancher. They can devour whole fields or sorghum, rice, wheat, soybeans, potatoes, melons, nuts, grass and hay. Corn is a favorite. And disease...they bring that too.

Texas and Florida have the most...but they are spreading, even to my state of Missouri. And as you can see by the picture, not all those pigs are little. Texas alone killed 24, 648 wild pigs in 2009.

So, how did this happen? Pigs are not native to America. Christopher Columbus brought them to the Caribbean, and Hernando DeSoto brought them to Florida, and some rich and bored hunters some time ago, brought some Eurasian boars over for hunting, and THEY managed to mate with the local feral pigs....which brings me to my story.

When I was a kid, of about nine, I went on a wild boar hunt in the Everglades. Yes, there I was, little Miss Daniel Crockett...riding in the back of a swamp buggy (a swamp buggy is just a big jeep with airplane tires...sort of the first BIG FOOT)..Like I said, there I was, on a Friday night, with about seventeen other girls, all older than me. I was the youngest girl there, and there were actually three swamp buggies carrying these fine young women out into the Everglades...that night...to go...wild boar hunting.

I have NEVER figured out why two men would take seventeen young women out to hunt boars..and I don't want to know. It's not like they gave the girls guns, or taught them to hunt. No...they took them along just for the fun of it!

I was not at the age yet--- where screaming and giggling every two seconds had evolved into my brain, being a few years shy of puberty, so you can imagine I was more amazed at the girls, than the dark and scary ride out to a tiny little hut. Whatever danger lurked in the dark was miles away from the noise made by seventeen giggling girls.

When we got to our "quarters" it was one small hut, with ten bunkers, one fridge, one pot bellied stove...and an outhouse. I slept on the floor.

Don't forget the outhouse. There was a spider that was on the top left corner of the inside that was as big as a hubcap. I kid you not. We went to the bathroom in pairs.

I talked to it. "Don't you EVEN think about it!"

There were three adults on this trip...and they had all been evidently, expert hog hunters--- in the Philippines. None of them spoke English very well, but the small petite woman, who was going to hunt the boar, could tell, I was told, the most fabulous raunchy dirty jokes.---good thing I knew nothing about sex, because this lady did NOT shut up. To this day, I have not heard a comedian match her memory of jokes anywhere. I always knew when they ended because she would laugh really loud at herself. And then she start up again.

When it came time to hunt the boars, we all got in the swamp buggies, and it took us quite a while before we found one. And it had tusks, and screamed furiously, ..and put up a big fight. Time and again it attacked the buggy, and was just about the ugliest thing I had ever seen. Was I scared? Okay, a little. But the guys had guns, so...I was more amazed.

The NEXT day...that was the scary day. The men went back out to hunt some more "boar" and the little comedian decided to take us all out for a nice walk in the midday swampy sun, all seventeen of us. I was near the front, and after about an hour...the girl in the lead, screamed as loud as she could, and ran right past me. The NEXT girl in front of her...again...screamed---"'SNAKE!!!" and ran passed me.

So, there I was. In front telling them to knock it off. Cowards. Then...I saw...palmettos...being flattened against the ground. Dozens of them. (picture a big bush being flattened...same thing.) and as I looked down, about twelve feet in front of me was the biggest snake I had ever seen, and I had seen many for my age. The body...sleuthing slowly...slowly...about the size of a Oak tree trunk..

I froze, fascinated at first, and then, said nothing. It's head was a good deal already pass me...and I got tired of waiting for the other end. I wanted to see it, really I did...the tail I mean. But...it was moving too slow, and the rest of the girls were making too much noise.

I calmly walked back to the other girls who were crying hysterically, and told them it was just a big python.

Chill.

Yes, I was brave that day, and then...puberty hit. Today, I would probably scream...although, quietly.

And now, to my point. Those big pylons are all other the Everglades now, they are NOT natives. They can eat small children. And wild boars...another alien species, can devastate a big portion of your land.

But wolves? Who do they hurt?

And more importantly, why are they letting hogs, wild boars, and pythons multiply while they are keeping wolves (who ARE natives) in some kind of perpetual endangered spices limbo?

I don't know. But in a metaphor...the wolves of America are being overrun by alien species.

I suggest we take make our Congressmen and women go on a wild boar hunt before they enter office. Let them scream for once and take the government out of species control.

It's typical of Congress. isn't it? Control the natives,--but let the aliens run lose. They think of people just the same as they think of animals.

Nobody suggest that we put the worst of them on the political endangered speices list in 2012. Personally, I take a Wolf over a politican any day of the week. Few of them are as noble.

There Are Holes in the Moon

Nobody's Opinion: Somewhere tonight a dead Marine in Afghanistan, is being scrapped off the inside of a Humvee by some other Marine whose job it is to figure out how to get as much as is left of his body back to the morgue...sometimes having to grab it by sticky gobs...looking for notes in pockets and pictures of children, dogs, and cars to send home.

While I think about this, I glanced down at my dog, who sits at full attention, waiting for me to give her the last of the glass of milk that I am enjoying...she's getting old, but when it comes to milk, she has the look of a young puppy.

These two scenes..a young man far away, blown up for a reason not many of us really know anything about, and myself here--- sitting comfortable in my little room...leaves me feeling like Alice falling down a hole, only to come out the other side and floating off into space. I don't want him to be there. I don't want some mother to lose her child to a country whose government has been captured by elite oligarchs who send boys into battle and for which they no longer care what it's citizens' might want.

I try to imagine what the people in England must have felt during the blitz, and I just can't. And I certainly don't want to be thinking about any of this tonight...but I am.

In America...we know that the enemy is over there. But, we also know, they are welcoming them here with open arms, and that's because we have a President who believes the absurd notion that Muslims have been a great part of America and her history. So...

Nobody Knows when the American's are going to make a much needed "Regime" change here. Who's running? So far, candidates like Palin, Romney, and Newt have all made some big bucks just hinting at the prospect through book sales. Donald also has made money off the announcement. Ron Paul...mmmmm ...will he run again? Probably all of them will, but what really troubles this Nobody is the fact that not one..NOT ONE...democrat has come out to challenge Obama. That party has been obliterated. It almost doesn't exist.

Nobody's Perfect; Somewhere in Florida some black chick walks into a Burger King and attacks the (white) people serving her food. She hops up on the counter and hits them with a plastic cooler. Yes, this fine mother of four kids, was on spring vacation. The rest of the black tourists helped her trash the restaurant. This happens when your welfare check can only take you from Alabama to Florida, when you really wanted a Hawaii vacation. Times are rough.

Nobody Cares: I'm waiting for the big earthquake. It's been predicted that California is going to have a huge one due to the Super moon, (sometimes before the 27th) and even Michael Moore is going to feel this one.

Nobody Wonders: Were Liz Taylors' eyes REALLY violet, or did she wear contacts? And why did she win Oscars and Richard Burton did not? Care to speculate? I saw her once in person, and I really didn't see the purple eyes. She was beautiful..but all I saw was mascara.

Nobody's Fool: Ron Paul came out with this statement about our wars:

“The American people are sick and tired of this. We are in trouble here.
We’re spending money overseas, we blow up countries and then we have to rebuild
them at the same time we can’t even build our own infrastructure.”

And that's why he's so popular.

Nobody Wins: So, as we watch Paul Allen buy a nice small jet for himself, you must know, our Unions are out to destroy the country and redistribute the money due to the fact that Michael Moore says, the rich have got loads of money and he wants it.

The Chinese are dealing with the problem of all their newly rich being able to keep their own money by avoiding revolutions. After all, they ARE communists. The people in the city are making three times as much as their country cousins. So...Beijing has ordered on pain of a hefty fine, all Billboards a ban on luxury. To tone down the divide between the rich and the poor. They want the words, "luxury, royal, supreme, and high class" taken out of all advertizing.

Hey, we have been doing that here for some time. The rich will pay over a hundred dollars for jeans that have big holes in them. They want to let the poor people know, they are JUST like them, the rich have holy jeans too--don't hurt them.

Nobody Reports that even maybe the fact that our movie stars are no longer glamorous, is a well thought out plan for the rich to keep themselves safe.

And having said that, I feel safe tonight knowing that somewhere a Marine gave his life for the right reasons...so that I can go have another glass of milk, before I get into my nice warm bed.

At least, that's what I'm telling myself. I don't want to fall down any more holes than I have to.
I'm climbing up to the moon.

Nobody Needs a Johnny Rosebudseed

Nobody's Opinion: There are few things in life prettier than a yellow rose. I was thinking about this tonight, while I was outside today...picking the dead leaves out of my Japanese garden---clearing away debris, and marveling at the tiny green shoots who had pushed themselves up from the wet ground, somehow..bursting through, tiny little buds of something on the end, heads bowed as if waiting for the sun to kiss them hello. Yes, it's a miracle how fast everything grows in spring, and it's no wonder that we measure our lives by the seasons. I was tip-toeing around so as not to squash them.

But, I missed getting my yellow rose at the funeral.

Everyone was standing outside the chapel after the last words were said, families leaving, the body waiting for the dirt and final flowers, and the sister of the departed gave all the ladies a bright yellow rose. I was clear across the parking lot explaining to someone I had just met WHY I could not drive over 50 miles just to go to some strangers house for a WAKE (after two days of this stuff, I was ready to get back to my life) when I spotted them being given away. By the time I got there, they were gone. But, I grabbed a few being held by the sister and smelled...

Nothing.

Have you noticed? Roses have no smell anymore. Most of they have been cross-designed and breed, and whatever, and the beautiful 'fill your lungs with this miracle of life', is no longer there. Oh sure, they are bigger, and brighter--- but those geneticists have lost the smell in the process and what a pity. Because what's a rose without it's beautiful smell? It's like a beautiful woman without a kind soul.

Even at the famous Botanical Gardens here in St. Louis, where the rose garden has thousands of blooms every single year, you can stand in the middle of the rose garden, and go, "Where's the perfume?" You can put your poor neglected nose up to every single blossem...and...

Nothing.

You know, I hate to admit it, but this upsets me, which brings me to another point.

At this funeral, there wasn't ONE single woman there who was not horribly sick somehow. All of them were at least 100 pounds overweight, and suffered from cancers, strokes, lung diseases, you name it. Two of them were in wheel chairs. One of the reasons we did not go to the gravesite was because two of the sisters could not even walk.

And I found out that almost every single woman there (and all the women in my own family) had had her gall balder removed. I talked to at least seven.

What is going on?

These were not lazy women. None of them. Anyone can glance around our society and see just how everyone is feeling. And most experts agree...it's our food. It's been processed, chemically altered, the soil has been depleted and our thyroids themselves have been decimated. In order to "feed the masses" and make sure the food stays on a shelf-life of forever so as to make a profit, there is stuff in our food that shouldn't even be there.

Sure, we get less exercise than before, but it goes beyond that. Something in our water, our food, and who knows what else, is poisoning our chances for a decent life, free of pain. Not that disease has not always been with us...it's just that food, doesn't taste like it use to, does it?

If you look around at the poor, they are fatter than everybody else. At my local neighborhood grocery stores, a simple pepper can cost over a dollar. You walk in the door, and get hit with pastry, donuts, and bread. The fruit is almost always spoiled, and you have to check every bag of apples.

Eating healthy is almost impossible, for people on a fixed income, and it shouldn't be. I look at the spinach now, and wonder...safe? In the last ten years I have mistakenly eaten many a contaminated something, and I bet I'm not the only one.

And like everything else...instead of solving the problem, they blame us. The simple man. You're fat because you do not exercise. You're sick because you don't take care of yourself.
Trust us. Fluoride in the water? Trust us...it's your fault. There is no fallout in the air.

Trust us.

As I get older, and I taste the genetically altered apple, or simple orange, I remember how they use to taste when I was a kid. Like the roses, even the food has lost its luster.

But, all is not lost. They have NOT taken the smell out of the gardenia. Every year, I buy a gardenia tree, and every morning in summer, I go out and take the biggest whiff, and if you have not ever smelled a gardenia, you might as well know that this nobody thinks you're glass is half full.

Somebody should put the smell back in the roses before it too late. And then we need a Johnny Roseseed guy to spread it all over the planet.

Funerals...they have their moments I suppose. But they are also hotbeds for Hatfield and McCoy fights that have been just waiting to burst forth. Who gets what...and who was the favorite, and who didn't send flowers, and who didn't show up, etc..

So, I have come to a conclusion. When I die, this nobody would like to skip the funeral and send everyone I liked or loved in my life a gardenia tree...with a card that says..

"Smell this flower once a day, and remember..I still love you."

And that's my final, "funeral moment" for quite some time, I hope.

(And yes, I thought you'd enjoy that potato, you're welcome!)

Who Should Come First?

Nobody Gets Email: Another disaster. Nuclear waste seems to be heading our way, and Obama is going to war in Libya. Where are we going to get the money? Harry Reid: fork up.

This is about how Americans give more to other countries than to our own. While no one asked us to help out the floods up North, or the floods and fires all over this nation: we are still giving out billions to other countries first, which is due to the people who lobby in Washington, and it's not the little American guy carrying his poor friend, begging for help.

(I know, I love this picture.)

Anyway, I got this short email this week...author unknown.

(Thanks to Pat)

CAN I SAY SOMETHING? WAKE UP AMERICA!! WE OWE THE WORLD NOTHING!

Will someone please tell me what the HELL's wrong with all the people that run this country!!

We're "broke" and can't help our own seniors, veterans, orphans, homeless etc.,??

Congress can themselves raises, but NO COLA for all of us on Social Security!

In the last months we have provided aid to Haiti, Chile, and Turkey. And now Pakistan....home of bin Laden. Literally, BILLIONS of DOLLARS!!

Or retired seniors living on a 'fixed income', receive no aid nor do they get any breaks, while our government and religious organizations pour hundreds of billions of $$$$$$$$'s and Tons of Food to Foreign Countries!

We have hundreds of adoptable children who are shoved aside to make room for the adoption of foreign orphans!

AMERICA: A country where we have homeless without shelter, children going to bed hungry, elderly going without 'needed' meds and mentally ill without treatment, etc, etc.

YET....................

They have a "Benefit' for the people of Haiti on 12 TV stations, ships and planes lining up with food, water, tents, clothes, bedding, doctors and medal supplies.

Imagine if the *GOVERNMENT* gave 'US' the same support they give to other countries.

Sad isn't it?

Happy St. Patty's Day!

Nobody Flashes:

Happy St. Patty's Day!

Due to a death in the family (Why do so many people pass away in spring?) My blogging will be a bit slower in the next few days.

I'll be here, but probably back to full force by Sunday!

Have a pint for me!

Abalone Anyone?

Nobody Cares that there are things on my bucket list that, unless by some great fortune of luck, I win the Mega millions on some stormy future night...there are yes, two things that I will never do:

1. Be able to tell you what abalone taste like.

2. Be able to buy my best friend a dog just like this one. She took one look, and it was love. And she has expensive taste because he is the most expensive dog in the world at $1.6 million dollars. (Her taste in shoes is much more reasonable.)

And let's just say, that winning the lottery would not be enough. Even if I COULD afford a mutt this adorable, you would have to become a billionaire just to feed him, because he eats...abalone, which is $70 a pound. Big Splash here weighs 180 pounds...over a lifetime, he could eat his cost in abalone easily. And let's not forget the security system on your house alone, and the body guard you would need to walk him...it could add up.

These dogs like to watch TV..so you would have to get big screens, probably their own room...okay...you get the picture.

My friend Pattie is the one who got me into this mess. You see, I found out what a good cook she was, and so I started looking up things she had never cooked before, and came across Abalone in a book.

I was trying to impress her..."So, I bet you've never cooked Abalone!"

"NO..what's that?"

So, we went searching for it, and when we couldn't find it at the local stores, we said, "Well, we'll go to where the RICH people shop!" And they didn't even know what it was.

Let's just say, abalone is not something you will find in the middle of the United States, without knowing someone who knows Donald Trump.

But, somewhere in China, Big Splash, the most famous dog in world, is dining on abalone tonight.
I'm going to have to say...I bet it takes just like dog food.

There--- now I feel better. There are some things in life that really don't need to be experienced, like taking heroin, climbing Mt. Everest, or getting arrested in China for stealing the most expensive dog in the world...even if it is for your best friend.

As all mothers who are REAL mothers, always say: "It the thought that counts."

I'm thinking about cha Pattie. How about a Big Splash calendar?

Consider the Source: Stephen King

Nobody's Perfect:

How can you not like this guy? He is an American Icon. He has lead us down the deep dark avenues of his bucket well of pain, and gotten paid big bucks for it.

One of my favorite movies of all time, is The Stephen King's movie, The DreamCatcher. (What's yours?) The guy is a genius..and thank god he gets up every day and puts on his rock and roll, and writes.

But, when he comes out and attacks the tea party candidates in Maine and Florida, (see video) the ONLY candidates that do not belong to the millionaire Plutocracy called our Congress, you have to wonder...what drug is he on now?

As my mother's always said when someone says somthing really off- the-wall: Consider the source. So let's consider the source of Stephen King.

Since he was so bold some time ago, to say that everybody who can't read, joins the army...insinuating that the army is filled with ignorant people, I feel it's time to point out some very common- sense things about Stephen King.

Consider his source.

His father deserted his mother, Stephen' s older adopted brother, and himself, when he was two. He went out for a cigarette and never came back. Stephen found an old H.P. Lovecraft book that had belonged to his father in the attic and decided to become a writer.

You don't have to be a psychiatrist to go down that road. Being a genius, (and suffering from fatherless trauma) he got hooked on comic books, reading, and discovered he had talent for writing so he became an English teacher.

Teachers, no matter how brilliant they are: live in a dream bubble. University life is completely removed from the rest of money-making society. Add cocaine, marijuana, alcohol, heroin, LSD, opium (and that's just a few) and mix that cocktail to the "I know everything" because I'm a university professor, (not all are like this mind you...but here in America..it's standard) and you start to see a real connection between Charlie Sheen, and Mr. King. Obviously, Stephen suffers from deep depressions and writing has been his lifeline to salvation.

In his book, "On Writing," Stephen admits he reads mostly fiction, which explains his complete ignorance on politics. Whatever political news he reads, he probably reads what he craves: which is the liberal sites.

Stephen King...is a member of the elite, and it's a club he feels he deserves. And who are we to argue?

Besides, he is so busy writing six hours a day, (according to him) he has little time for reading, which is why he got hit by a car walking and reading at the same time.

Stephen is a democrat. These arguments he gives...supporting unions, and trashing the newly elected 'tea party' men, are almost funny coming from him, but in this, he is no original.

He wants to be taxed more. They only take 28%. But...if you say...Hey write a check King, whose stopping you?--- He then tells the crowd that he donates money..that the government doesn't take.

Well, that a good thing isn't it? If the government had it, his money would go to abort black babies, instead of building them libraries.

Stephen has a brain lapse somewhere between Carrie and the last valium he took.

He complains that his mother once went to a Republican government and asked for help. Instead of blaming his REAL father for his mother's hard life, he blames the state.

As for saying that military guys are "stupid," let's just say, those guys have seen REAL nightmares: dead bodies, buddies blowing up, scary things that Stephen King, would run and hide from and couldn't even handle. They live nightmares, and experience fear every day.

Stephen King only imagines it.

If you put Stephen King on the battlefield in Iraq or Afghanistan, he would be the first one off the field. And the statement was so stupid, those men could care less. They live in the real world...Stephen, does not.

No matter how rich Stephen King becomes, he will never see the world besides the painful one that he has invented in his mind. And since he can't seem to get over that intellectual hurdle called the 'truth' due to his bottomless pit of pain---.

Nobody feels sorry for him. (Go ahead, take that BOTH ways!)

Next time you get that extra tax money, Stephen, I think you should donate about a million copies of your books to those poor ignorant boys in the Armed Forces, free of charge. Help them escape reality.

You want them to learn how to read...don't you?

No SteaK No lobster? How About Charlie Sheen?

Nobody's Opinion: Last week, I saw this baby and her parents on our local news program. (go to joyannaadams.wordpress.com to see) A nicer couple you could not even imagine, and so it's no wonder that baby is so full of laughter.

What was more important than the baby is...the father couldn't find a job. He was a professor of American History, and that paper that the baby is tearing up in this video, is the father's rejection letters. It a sad comment on the way America is being forced to change, and how our universities are dominated by the liberal plans to globalize the world, and downsize America, and American History is being dumped for international studies.

I don't know about you, but I'm not doing well with these changes. Tonight for instance, the family had planned to meet at Red Lobster for the Lobster Fest. I had been staring at the commercial all week.

Okay, I had been walking around saying, "I can't WAIT...lobster!" I was dreaming of melted butter, and how I was envisioning myself savoring the butter for at least a minute...in culinary heaven. Michael Moore could not have beaten me to the plate, that how excited I was. The reason I get so giddy is because, like many Americans, if I get Lobster once year, I feel lucky.

So, we pull up to the biggest Red Lobster around, and it's Sunday, and it's closed. Out of business.

You've got to be kidding. What? Did BP not come through with the check?

Picture it: it's the side of a major highway, fifteen other restaurants are around it, and..it's closed. On a Sunday.

Like all good sensible and hungry Americans, we went next door to a Pasta House...where they were ....out of all steaks, and a lot of other stuff.

Out of steak.

A restaurant, in a high-earning area, off a major highway..o n a Sunday...out of meat.

That was a first for me. We all got pasta, what else?

The conversation was of course, Charlie Sheen. Everyone was laughing at "Adonis" and "Winner" and how bad you must be when even your porn star leaves you..and then my brother said something I could not believe.

"Face it, Americans are all too spoiled."

Excuse me? I maybe get lobster once a year...and I'm spoiled? Maybe I took it wrong, but he said it like we need to downsize.

Hey, you don't' start family arguments in a restaurants with a brother who you only see once in a blue moon. The subject went back to Charlie Sheen, which is my point.

The changes coming to America, have been slow...and easy to ignore. I was concerned when the major malls fell into the weeds. But to have the local restaurants running out of food...?
And that's why I'm posting this lovable babies laugh. We still have our families. Right?

I know in my heart that this man is going to find a job. God gave him the most lovable baby, who because a star on YOUTUBE, and therefore, in a roundabout way...this man will get his gift.

It's corney but true. When times are bad, family is your shelter.

And I plan to spoil myself with them as long as possible. Pass the butter.

Jane Russsell...More than a Sex Goddess.

Nobody Reports--
that a great sex icon passed away today, and I think we ought to at least mention the fact that she once described herself as -- ‘a teetotal mean-spirited Right-wing conservative Christian bigot’.

They don't make women like that anymore.


I first saw her in "Gentlemen Prefer Blonds" (yeah guys...I know you remember her in THE OUTLAW-- go ahead...) and I thought to myself, that if there was one woman who could hold her own against the most famous sex goddess of all time, it was Jane Russell, and not just because of her special body parts. There was real intelligence in those eyes. Jane played the "smart" gal from little Rock in that movie.. against the dumb blond, and if I was a man and had to pick between the two to be a mother of my children... it would have been the one with brains.
DNA is important...just ask Charlie Sheen. (Wait...bad example...how about Secretariat?)

Not that Marilyn was stupid, far from it. Anyone who could act that stupid was near genius as far as I was concerned...she was just more messed up.

But, Jane had a rough life too, it seems. Married three times, and divorced twice. She couldn't have children due to a botched abortion at the age of eighteen, so she adopted three of her own. Later on in life she helped set up an International Adoption Agency so people here could adopt from other countries. She was against all abortions after her own, the rest of her life. She almost died, from the procedure.

Once she was asked what she thought of Hollywood liberals such as George Clooney, Susan Sarandon, and Sean Penn, she said, "I think they're not well."

Now, that's class.

Just for fun: imagine Marylyn Monroe and Jane Russell(looking as they did in this 1953 picture) coming down the steps of the Oscars in 2011...and presenting the award for best costume? Or better yet---Supporting Actor?

Christian Bale would not only have forgotten his wife's name, but probably his own.

Is it me? Or did the old sex goddesses look more...real and...fun...and alive?

As for the other picture? I just thought we needed a more current picture of a famous derriere.

Joyanna---you are classless for showing that picture of our First Lady!

You know what? I bet Jane would get a big kick out of it---this one's for you Jane!

Thanks for the memories....

Nobody's Perfect: Charlie Sheen VS The Oscars

Nobody's Perfect: This week, we have a contest that isn't even close, at least in my mind. Charlie the "Adonis DNA" Sheen, VS The Oscars.

Let's start with the Oscars: Everyone was complaining about what a bomb it was, but really...considering the list of movies, I'd say they did a lot with nothing---which is pretty much what Hollywood is all about. Putting up pictures of "Gone With the Wind" was a BIG mistake. Let's compare the movie of the year 2011, "The Kings' Speech" to Gone with the Wind.

Right. Let's all remember just how far we have come!

The highlights of the show was the short flick at the beginning, but it went downhill from there. We will all remember the dresses, the lame jokes, the standing ovation to Billy Crystal (remember, these people have no class) and Billy Crystal telling everyone how Bob Hope gave him the finger.

Hey...my respect for Bob Hope just skyrocketed.

Red dirty-looking hair was in: cussing...still in: men dressing up in drag..still in: and tasteless songs about Australians not dancing..still tasteless: and my very favorite memory was when Christian Bale forgot his wife's name.

He finally gets his due, and then forgets his wife. Drudge had it up, then took it down- fast.

Nobody Remembers the good old days, when Johnny Carson actually had GOOD writers. I really suspect the writing has been outsourced to India. They should have just ask the audience to tweet them some jokes.

We would have gladly waited.

But that was nothing compared to the ongoing imperfections of Charlie Sheen.

Have you ever seen such a supreme example of egomania outside of Washington D.C.?
Charlie Sheen has done more porn stars than Hugh Hefner if he had lived twenty lifetimes.

Charlie's act isn't new. Hollywood is filled with these people, but Charlie is the king. He is a drug addicted, sex addicted, bloviated, human excrement bag of walking frisky powder, who is right now, in pain (from addiction withdrawals) and screaming bloody murder because a drug addict's life is expensive, and he just got cut off.

He might be "dry" for all of a month, but don't expect it to last. He's addicted to porn, drugs, and himself, not necessarily in that order.

So what does he do? Like most megalomaniacs, when they are caught red- handed doing something really bad, he goes on the offense.

He puts the ball back in the people he abused court. According to Charlie, his life is his own, and they have no right to fire him. From their point of view, when you almost die of an overdose, the bosses have to reconsider, don't they?

Charlie now wants $3 million an episode.

I once turned on his show for a few minutes..and frankly, the local drunk on the corner would be more appealing. But that's it. I don't' watch it because I don't think he is a talented as his dad, and...he's boring.

But, somebody is watching it, and so what? Somebody is watching Human Target too, and good thing you are not in that time slot, Charlie.

Charlie talks about "violent love" and "passion" and then when asked how much crack he used to take in one go Sheen said: 'I was banging 7 gram rocks and finishing them because that's how I roll."

Yeah, he rolls all right--- cocaine marbles are clunking in his head, and by the looks of him, even when he sleeps.

He is telling America that they were trying to kill his family because they were taking away his salary, but when they asked why he spends so much money on cars and houses he said: 'Blame the studio for giving me this much dough when they knew who they were giving it to. This is on them'.

At least he didn't blame it on Bush.

But, here's what I really think. Charlie was fired for going on Alex Jones' radio program. Alex Jones believes 9/11 was more involved than the official story, and so does Charlie Sheen.
That's what put him on the "out" list in Hollywood..not his porn, his drugs, his ego,..but...his politics.

That's my Nobody's Opinion.

So, Charlie--take a lesson from that other famous x-drug addict, Robert Downy Jr., who actually said some funny things at the Oscars, making fun of himself AS an ex-druggie.

Or call up Hugh and offer him your services. Better hurry...the Oscar for porn king will be up for grabs soon!

And that's a part your Adonis DNA is fit to die for.

If Trunka Gave Advice to Gaddhafi

Nobody Knows what the conversation would be like if Gaddafi called up AFL-CIO

leader, Richard Trunka, and asked for advice:

Phone rings:

Trunka Hello...Trunka here.

Gaddhafi ello? Mr. Trunka, this is President Moummar Gadhafi.

Trunka Hey there your highness, I hear you got some trouble going on over there!

Gaddhafi Yes...you have heard? The rats are out in the streets. The media and the West is causing all this, they want to see me destroyed, but you know, I will die here before I give in to those scum. I have done what you do, Mr. Turnka, I doubled the salary of my guards. Those scums in the streets will be sorry that they were ever born. I have heard that you have trouble too where you are.

Trunka Yes, but our trouble is great! You know, they can't win, I've got Obama on my side.
They don't know who they are messing with...you don't mess with me...I can break them.

Gaddhafi Yes, break the rats...kill them. Hey, I am thinking of making a trip to the White House. I would like to pitch my tent on the White House lawn. I don't think Mr. Trump will let me pitch my tent on his property again. Just until this is over...you know. You must get me a meeting with Obama--- you talk to him every day, NO?

Trunka I'm not sure he would go for that, but hey...why don't you come to OHIO? You can meet him there with me. He's going to be practically living there in the next few years. Tell you what...you come over here and help me with these rat governors and I'll come over there and help you organize all the people that support you. You can pitch a bunch of tents right on the capitol's lawn. Bring as many tents as you like. I'll foot the bill.

Gaddhafi Well, you must cut off the internet, Turnka...have you done that yet?

Trunka Obama is working on it. Actually it's a much better plan, we will just get control of it. Google you know has been doing some amazing things over there for you guys...but Gad...you really should be a little bit more quiet about who you kill..you know, there are other ways to get rid of your enemies. You want me to send my guys?

Gaddhafi Hey, I have an executive order 134777 signed by George Bush. It is my, as you say, "Get out of jail free card." No one can touch me. Not even that dimwit Ki moon. He is a rat. The world is full of dirty filthy rats!

Trunka Yeah, we have big ones over here too.

Gaddhafi Let them all run to Europe where they belong, with the whores of Christ and Jews.

Trunka Hey Gad...you know, the AFL-CIO is now global. You should really think about letting us into Libya before you set those wells on fire. We are doing wonders in Palestine. Obama and I have plans that would blow your mind...you really need to get in on this...

Gaddhafi Just a minute (leans over and kisses his blond, full busted ...Ukrainian nurse, Galyna.) Uh...I am going now. Call me as soon as you can, and we will talk more. Remember, I only can have virgins.

Trunka Yeah, I'll get back to ya on that...and Gad...if you come, tell Galyna to bring her sister. CLICK.

Gaddhafi...grabs his nurse...Allah be praised....I am still here.