A Snarky PSA

After the various news appearances by this guy…

Representative Dan Goldman of New York

It’s become obvious that I missed another memo regarding changes to language.

Apparently, the following symbols and terms…

Have become synonymous with…

Here is the poster child for the word, LIAR. His image should be shown as a representative example.

Ahhh… Sunday.

Birds tweeting. Cool breeze through the house. The pup wanting to cuddle while we watch a beautiful sunrise.

All is perfect and serene…

GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU MOTHERFUCKING FAGGOT! GET OUT! GET OUT! I’LL KILL YOU! MOTHERFUCKER! I’LL BURN YOU DOWN!

The rest was more of the same and eventually degrades into “BLAH BLAH BLAH”

Ahh another perfect day!

Crazy Pants is at it again. Yay!

She was late this morning. It was 6:10 am. I suppose I wouldn’t mind so much if she was really consistent. It might be interesting to have her acting like an accurate neighborhood alarm clock. Honestly I’d prefer a rooster.

Unfortunately, she’s not accurate. Her screaming like that especially using those words freaks the dog out. He doesn’t like curse words. I suspect that due to some trauma in his past, when he hears cursing he acts like he’s done something wrong even if he’s being cuddled on the bed or sound asleep in his room minding his own business.

It would be so nice if we could actually call the cops and have them do something. We don’t call. We should, but why waste our breath?

Yesterday as I was taking the pup out for a walk, Crazy Pants and some other skank were literally fighting each other in the middle of the street over a purse or something. I heard the skank telling the boyfriend “She’s got my purse and phone.”

The boyfriend’s reply was classic, “You’ll get it back eventually.” It sounded as if he was dealing with a child drooling over a set of keys and didn’t want to upset the child by taking the keys away.

Crazy Pants is destructive. She’s vindictive and just plain mean. Apparently skanky chick didn’t want her purse, it’s contents, or her phone destroyed. She decided to take these items from Crazy Pants. What I saw then, was Crazy Pants running after skank and throwing punches while each of them had the handle of the bag.

The five chihuahuas were running around the two females feet barking and nipping at ankles while Crazy Pants ex-boyfriend??? stood watching. I turned my pup away from the insanity.

I doubt that any of those dogs are up to date on their shots, and have no desire to find out for certain. Come to think of it, the way the humans act, perhaps they’re all rabid too. They seem shower averse and I seem to recall that one of the signs with rabies is a fear of water.

Unfortunately, I doubt it’s really rabies because if it were, these people would be dead already. If they all died tonight, I doubt anyone would notice for days, possibly weeks, even in the heat. In a way, it’s sad that no-one would give a shit. Then you think about it… Hmm… NAH!

Anyway, they tired themselves out after about an hour. I checked several websites checking prices on noise cancelling headsets. It would be nice to watch TV in my living room without increasing the volume to “Planetary Destruction” level.

Hope your Sunday is nice…

What the holy Hell?

I’d heard of some singer doing something to the National Anthem and thought, “Goody, some of the mistakes are epically funny, I could use a laugh.”

I looked it up and was not amused in the least.

When I heard the lyrics;

“Oh say can you see by the blood in the streets / That this place doesn’t smile on you colored child / Whose blood built this land with sweat and their hands / But we’ll die in this place and your memory erased / Oh say, does this truth hold any weight / This is not the land of the free, but the home of the slaves! “

There was a time when the folks running the sound system would have pulled the plug on this kind of crap.

I wasn’t going to give this rancid bitch any more publicity but DAMN! Who the hell does she think she is?

Apparently, she was singing at the Essence Festival. Essence of what, stupidity?

Hypocrisy much CUNT?

This is a rich ass bitch who, if she was enslaved, would be paying all her money to Massa.

More likely if she was enslaved and if America was everything that she and people like her believe. Not Black necessarily, but weak minded, idiots the progressive leftists have deluded and corrupted, she’d be singing Camptown Races picking cotton in the fields.

I thought a number of much stronger things than I have written above.

Then I thought “Why did we bother to fight the civil war? After the war, there were some who thought that the Africans should have been repatriated to their country but that was too expensive. There were others who thought that the Africans should be put down like diseased beasts in the fields.”

Cooler, kinder heads prevailed. Sure there were still issues in the South, members of the KKK wrapped themselves in bedsheets and did horrific things.

But the incidents, while deplorable, were not nightly events contrary to what believers in the 1619 project might believe.

Members of the KKK were farmers and businessmen after all, they had families to feed and business to attend to, they didn’t have a lot of free time.

That’s one of the problems with revisionist history. Mine, Yours, Governments, or anyone else’s. There’s a tendency to frame the events and the people in contemporary terms.

Farmers in 1866 got up at dawn, fed the animals, hooked up the Ox, or Donkey, or Horses, to the plow or other farm implement and plowed a large an area as they could physically work. At night, they might read a bit of the Bible, after a simple dinner and then they’d go to sleep exhausted.

From their plot of land, they fed their families. They prayed to have enough rain, that locusts wouldn’t eat everything and hoped there’d be enough to sell come harvest time, to buy what goods they needed for the winter and the next year.

They didn’t have tractors, or much in the way of mechanized devices. They didn’t live long. A simple cut could be a death sentence.

The human equation was pretty simple. Work or Die. Just like all the rest of the animal kingdom. You have to realize that the term work encompasses hunting and gathering as surely as going to an office every day. Going to an office is just Hunting and gathering with extra steps.

Even criminal enterprises like robbing a train is technically work. The thing to remember about criminal behavior in the streets or towns back then is; crime was dealt with in brutal fashion. You’d be lucky to live long enough to see a judge or magistrate.

The truth is;

It was then, and is even today, cheaper to put a bullet in someone’s head, or cut it off, than it is to house them, feed them, and clothe them, in jail or prison.

Nobody gave you anything for free. That was pretty much a true statement right up until the 1930s.

Farming wasn’t the only option, but generally speaking no matter the profession, life was hard work.

Sure, there were some rich people, there are always rich people, but the average person was living hand to mouth.

The lyrics this lady sings make it sound like slavery is still a thing in this country. That offends the shit out of me.

Why aren’t people like her singing about real slavery going on today in other countries? Why aren’y people like her singing about child sex slavery south of the border and now moving north. Why aren’t people like her applying their immense wealth to stopping any of this?

Oh right these people are still bitching about something that happened 150 years ago. Something that no one alive today was a part of.

This bitch has said publicly that she’s considered leaving the USA.

I say, “your terms are acceptable.” I’d love to see her hustled onto a plane, flown across the ocean and dropped in Lagos. Give her $100.00. Put all the rest of her money in trust to pay her debts off.

Perhaps I’m being cruel. But I have gotten really sick and tired of this kind of shit.

Yes, we have problems, but what these people are doing isn’t helping anybody at all.

I hope her career crashes and burns. I don’t listen to R&B so I can’t boycott her. The best I can do is ignore her, and anything she says or does from here on out.