Yesterday I was PISSED OFF!

It wasn’t about politics.

It was personal and visceral.

I went to the eye doctor to pick up some trial contact lenses. Since I was out and about, I stopped by the Rite Aid with the intention of picking up toothpaste, some contact lens solution and a few other items.

The Rite Aid now has all of their contact lens supplies locked up. On top of that they were out of almost every contact lens solution (I didn’t buy anything at all). While I was processing this insanity, a black woman in a white coat (NO she was not a doctor or pharmacist,) wearing a face mask and carrying a clip board asked me repeatedly if I needed help. I managed to clip out that I didn’t require assistance.

I was able to not say, “Not if you were the last person on Earth.

I was not able to hide my rage or disdain for her. I know it’s wrong but looking at her I couldn’t help thinking she was responsible for my being continuously inconvenienced.

Well not her personally, but she represented the problem, right down to a snotty attitude as if I was somehow inconveniencing her. Mind you I was one of probably 10 customers in the entire store. 

We’ve seen over & over again black people blatantly stealing everything that wasn’t nailed down. This has caused retailers to lock everything up. What I don’t understand is why the hell we are still dealing with common items, being unavailable. 

For that moment, as I dealt with yet another unbidden change to my life forced upon me… Well, what went through my head was, “Black People are responsible!” The anger and hatred I felt couldn’t be hidden.

She might have been a nice person, but I don’t care. Her appearance was nothing more than costume and was designed to capitalize on the supposed respect that Americans used to have for medical professionals.

Boy, is Rite Aid misjudging the way some of us feel about doctors these days. In her case, it was a double whammy. For an instant I saw her, (unfairly I admit,) as one of those women dancing on a car just to be causing a scene.

Video up to 50 smash and grab thieves ransack la nordstrom v0 a2R6nvwieMjiVp2pcwp2iRY6QhCtCmQISu0 ow4MFBQ.jpg.Or one of those hood rats stealing shit out of a store in an organized group knowing they’re not going to get caught, or stopped, or face any kind of ramifications at all.

Yes, I know it’s unfair to characterize every person of an ethnic group because of the actions of a few, but my ability to rationalize is fading fast. If there’s a preponderance of a certain group of people who are breaking the law, then why should I feel guilty when I avoid that group of people entirely?

RapperShootsself 640x480.It’s common sense, you avoid wild animals in the forest so they can’t injure you.

In California, avoidance is the only option because of California’s weapon laws. California even regulates NON-Lethal weapons because the California legislature wants to make sure the citizens have zero capacity to defend themselves. 

There’s the case of the super intelligent rapper shooting himself in the face while making a TikTok video.

What a way to go, “I gonna be cool n shit, make dis TikTok n shit, den make a rap ‘bout it n shit…” Ooops!

Whatever laws were in effect where he lived didn’t stop the moron from shooting himself.

He got hold of a gun. Probably illegally, then figured he didn’t need to obey the “oppressive” gun rules of “Da White Man” and guess what? BANG!

Thankfully I don’t think he’d become a baby daddy yet. The last thing we need is more defectives like him.

I sound like a damn racist! That pisses me off too. I fought being a racist my whole damn life. I’m really tired of the fight, there’s no percentage in it.

As a child I was caught between two worlds. I lived in the Deep South, my Mother was devoutly anti-racist. I’m not sure why. Her relatives were involved with the KKK operating out of Indiana and Illinois.

My Dad’s side of the family was from the Carolinas and every single one of them used the “N” word liberally. Oddly, I don’t recall if any of my dad’s side of the family was in the KKK. I think Dad just refused to waste any energy whatsoever on black people.

I was caught between my Father’s honesty about what he thought, and my Mothers attempt to not raise another generation of racists. That being said, she didn’t like MLK and hates the MLK holiday and all the streets named after MLK. When she was still driving, she’d avoid MLK Blvd, Street, or HWY if at all possible.

She’d say she’s not a racist but I wonder. I also wonder if, as my mom got further into her teaching career she started dealing with diversity hires and the attendant diversity promotions of unqualified people. I’ll never know. At her age there’s a lot of malfunctions in her memory and years of repression have colored her remaining memories in odd ways.

I’ve about decided that it’s pointless for me to hurt myself by attempting to deny facts presented daily. I don’t want my memories tainted and twisted by years of repression, lying to myself, and twisting my logical processes into a pretzel to construct a reality wherein I can ignore black criminality & racism towards white people. Or for that matter, that a rather larger percentage of black people will not obey laws and therefore end up in jail.

The prisons being full of black men, isn’t the fault of the justice system, it’s the fault of the black folks and their shitty choices.

Maybe I am a racist and maybe that’s perfectly okay. Racists are built bit by bit, insult upon insult, until one day the person simply doesn’t give a shit about being called a racist anymore. 

Perhaps I’ve reached that threshold. My life is being directly impacted by entitled and stupid black people stealing shit to the point that our entire way of life is changing to accommodate them. That is BULLSHIT!

My plan is to find a place that is whiter than the driven snow to live out my life. You can be sure that I’ll be voting against any and all affirmative action crap when I get to my new place wherever that may be.

You wouldn’t believe how tough it is to get google to answer the question, “What is the Whitest place in America to live?”

I’m sure that the census data will be able to answer the question.

Ideally, I’d like to ask Google what cities/states have the highest percentage of white people .AND. are adherents of the 2nd amendment .AND. conservative .AND. LGB Friendly .NOT. TQIA2S.

If Google was in fact just a search engine, I could ask it that question and have it spit out a list of Cities/States in descending order of matching criteria, then I could start looking for apartments or houses in those areas.

Google is not just a search engine. Google skews every result returned toward an “Acceptable” narrative. It does this by excluding or obfuscating results contrary to what the powers that be, think we should see. Sometime if you ask Google something completely unacceptable, it will return completely random and unrelated results. Other times, it will return results counter to the search you performed in an attempt to “Educate” you in the error of your ways.

Bear that in mind the next time you do a Google search for something you heard in passing on the news, and come up with no results.

This is the best they’ve got?

Michale Cohen.So the best New York can throw against Trump is a Felon, Serial Liar, Disbarred Attorney, who admits that he embezzled funds from Trump?

New York put this kind of insanity in front of a Jury expecting them to side with the state of New York against Trump for what amounts to, at worst an accounting error? 

That accounting error was in a payment or payments to the aforementioned Felon while he was acting as Trumps attorney? 

What the FUCK?

This guy has got to be the dumbest fuck ever!

He’s apparently made s few million dollars writing disparaging books about Trump as well and now we hear from this moron’s own lips that he’s an embezzler. And he’s stupid enough to have admitted it in a court of law.

I swear, lock this guy up and throw away the fucking key.

Plus he apparently took a whole series of actions without Trumps knowledge regarding the Stormy Daniels shit. Including mortgaging his own house to pay Stormy Daniels off. Really? This guy really needs to hear his own testimony, maybe then he’d understand why there was no place in Trumps administration for him.

Wow!

Super NOT Funny!!!!

So today I did the famous snake dance! This dance is listed under Exotic Interpretive Modern Dance, and the soundtrack goes something like, SHIT! SHIT, SHIT, SHIT! OH SHIT!

Here’s the background. 

Jesse and I were walking in our usual area. There are a lot of critters out & about, mostly lizards and a few very brave or very foolish ground squirrels. I call the squirrels brave or foolish because they’ve taken to darting across Jesse’s path sometimes only inches from his face.

All of this is perfectly routine and normal. Jesse though doesn’t hunt or try to hunt these critters like any dog I’ve ever had.

After all, why would he do anything “normal”?

Instead of just running after a lizard or squirrel, he leaps. It’s more like the pouncing of a cat. It looks like he’s trying to anticipate where the critter will be then come down on top of the animal.

If he misses then he leaps up again, and perhaps does some running after the animal then leaps again. This goes on for a while until Jesse decides that the animal isn’t where he thought it was, or should be. Then he does this very graceful bounding move, easily clearing pretty high brush, to return to the trail. 

While all of this insanity is going on, he’s got this goofy laughing look on his face. It’s actually a look of pure joy. 

Given that he was a street dog there are a couple of things I can’t break him of. One is anything edible along the trail is his. He will not give it up for love, money, or even another favorite treat. He will literally eat whatever he’s found, then look at me like, “I saw that other treat, now give it to me.”

The second thing is that he can hunt for himself. He’s killed lizards but apparently they’re not to his taste. Last week he terrified a bird and chased it into the house.

I was alerted to the situation because I heard Jesse slipping and sliding all over the floor. He fell a couple of times on the slick surface. 

The poor bird in its panic to escape, had slammed into the front window and stunned itself.  So now I’ve got Jesse trying to lay claim to his “not quite dead kill.” I’m having to defend this poor bird from Jesse and he’s very confused as to why I’m messing with his prey.

I really thought the bird was going to die from the stress. Its little heart was beating so fast it felt like a vibrator. The little thing’s breathing was very fast and labored.

I wrapped it in a towel and took it out front into some peace & quiet and warmish sunlight. I stood there holding the little thing wrapped loosely in the towel. I wasn’t sure if it was going to die or not, but I didn’t want it to die alone or become prey to something while it was trying to recover.

After a time, it seemed to get better and stronger, it didn’t fly away but did flutter to a convenient bush. Jesse was watching all of this from the rear deck and was not in the least amused.

I relate this to illustrate that Jesse is very fast, and agile, in addition to his strength.

Normally on our walks we’re making enough noise that critters get out of the way. Even deer will usually bolt before we’re close enough for Jesse to think he could catch them. 

Were it not for the highway being so close to the northern edge of where we walk I’d let Jesse run free after a deer sometime. My concern would be that he’d chase a deer out onto the road and while the deer could probably clear a car, Jesse can’t. 

Once he fixates on something, he becomes very single minded about it and there have been times when I’ve literally tied the leash to a tree. The leash is a 25ft long retractable. It’s very strong but if he’s pulling at its extreme length or worse leaping and running randomly trying to chase a deer it’s very hard to control him. 

Fortunately there are a lot of trees around. I’ve tied my end of the leash around a tree more than once and simply waited until Jesse gave up. Sometimes that can take as long as 10 minutes and I’d much rather the tree take the stress & strain than my knees, arms, & back. (Although it’s a really dynamic workout.)

Now that you’ve got all the background… Back to the snake dance!

Jesse saw a fairly large lizard run into a clump of bushes. He leapt, landed on the bush and started looking for the lizard. I’d seen the lizard escape and was in the process of swatting a hoard of small flying insects away from my eyes, nose, ears, & mouth. Yes, I was being swarmed, the annoying pests were flying under my sunglasses and into every orifice.

At this point I saw Jesse running directly toward me. He was in pursuit of something which as my eye focused, turned out to be a long slithering creature. I only had one eye working at the time because a helpful bug had flown into the other one. 

I began doing the snake dance thinking if this was a baby rattlesnake they’d find my bleached bones out on the trail and Jesse would probably get distracted on the way back to the house, get lost, and we’d both end up “Vanished”…

Then I pictured what the row of houses up on the ridge could see but not hear. “Hey Mabel you should see what that guy with the dog is doing today…

At this point the litany of “SHIT” gave way to laughter. I was laughing in part because of the insanity of the situation and in part because I’d seen one of a pair of dull yellow stripes running the length of the snake. The snake went right between my legs, then disappeared.

Jesse stopped chasing it and instead was looking at me like I’d lost my mind. I don’t think he could figure out if I was mad at him, and if I was mad why I was mad. In his confusion he stopped with his head cocked with an expression of, “What’s your problem?”

Jesse had scared up a Striped Racer (Whipsnake), that was probably looking for a quiet place to shed its skin.

The dull yellow stripe(s) I’d seen identified the snake species, It’s characteristic for a snakes coloration to get dull & sometimes they’ll take on a dusty appearance just prior to shedding. It’s also near mating season for this species so Jesse might have interrupted someone’s good time.

I’ve got a Striped Racer that lives somewhere near the house. This particular Racer & I cross paths several times during the summer months. I watch out for it so that I don’t injure it with yard tools. I’d prefer to have it living in the yard because it keeps insects and rodents under control.

The first snake picture above, is of the snake that lives near my place. If you look closely you can see a bright yellow stripe. This snake had just finished shedding its skin in my rosemary bush. We startled each other one morning a couple of years ago.

I’ve included a better picture of the species. Thanks to www.californiaherps.com

Yes, I know this snake looks nothing like a rattlesnake. However, being partially blind due to one eye fighting to drown a bug, and the other eye tearing in sympathy, trust me, the brain interprets any long slithering creature as a poisonous critter worthy of summoning Saint Patrick.

As we completed our loop and were once again on the trail where we’d seen the snake, Jesse put himself crosswise on the trail so that I had to stop. He was looking around very carefully to see if the snake was still around. I was patient with him and found it interesting that he wasn’t going to let me pass until he was sure the snake was gone. 

Oh before you think, “What a good dog…”

Don’t delude yourself. Jesse couldn’t give a rip about me… He just didn’t want to get bitten. He’s self-serving like that.

That’s not entirely true there have been a few situations where he’s pointedly put himself between me and a threat. He earns his kibble, most of the time.

Enjoy the mental image of my modern dance routine. Laugh all you want, I’m still chuckling about it.

Maybe I should get a GoPro and wear it anytime we’re walking. That could produce some funny video.