WebKittyn Warbles
Thursday, April 08, 2010
Go Jump Off a Cliff, Cliff. Also, a Message to the Rabid Obama Haters
This is a dual point post. First I want to address a lunatic I've known since the 80's who decided to go on a FB tirade about me and send me this insane babbling email which I'll include at the bottom. Then I want to go on a bit about the level of vitriol spewing from the mouths of the anti-Obama fanatics. I'm pretty much done with both so I'll blog this and move on.
I will now include the mandatory disclaimer that I am neither fan or foe of Obama. I approve of him as a man and a father and he's not the worst first-term President I've seen but I have no strong opinions either way. I was not a Bush fan either but I think the worst I ever called him was a 'moron' so that's my disclaimer.
What the hell is wrong with you people? I can fully understand not supporting Obama, I'm not here saying anyone has to support Obama. I enjoy discourse with friends who actually speak on ISSUES they have with Obama's POLlCIES or POLITICS and I respect their right to their opinions.
However. It seems the world has gone insane with hatred for Barack Obama and the levels of it make me quite uncomfortable. It's not just the fear-mongering about death squads from people who don't know what they're talking about and have never had to deal with Medicaid or the lack of insurance, I'm okay with that.
It's the wording. It's the insanity I've seen pop up. Jay Diamond played a video of a group of Obama haters protesting healthcare and one of them actually had a sign that said "God will take care of the poor people, not us." That turned my stomach.
The personal attacks on Obama also bug me. The birth certificate nonsense. All of it. Ugly, nasty personal attacks that are completely unnecessary and annoying to have to look at. Nothing to do with issues or anything Obama has said or done, just nasty personal attacks.
I'm tired of reading it. Militias scare the shit out of me and personally I don't understand why anyone needs to own an AK-47 and I believe any sick person who needs care should receive it. If this all makes me a babbling socialist, my friends will still love me.
Now onto Cliff. Cliff is a creepy dude we've known since the 80's, he was part of the CB crowd. He was older than the oldest of us and he was forever trying to get over on the 18-20 somethings and it was pretty skeevy. He used a fake last name and while we put up with him as we were a large crowd of assorted CBers, we all thought he was kind of creepy. No one wanted to be alone in a room or a car with this dude.
I found him on FB and made the mistake of friending him and telling a few mutual friends I had found him on FB. Right away the emails started. You know the type, spam mail where one narcissistic asshat thinks 20 people want to read his babble and yet none of the mail ever says anything. It's all full of hate and poison and quotes from other people and stupid pictures that should offend anyone with a sense of decency.
The dude is a loser sort of dude. He's lived his entire life in mediocrity and wanting so desperately to be important or to matter yet he's failed. He's got to be pushing 60 now and hanging onto some sense of faded glory or whatever, not my place to play shrink.
In any case.
I was checking my FB today and I saw a comment on his page that turned my stomach. I don't recall it verbatim but it was something about that 'Kenyan Muslim' racist and I personally found it disgusting and offensive. Again, never the issues. I read shit like that and I want to apologise to every Kenyan and Muslim I know that ignorant assholes like this are Americans.
So I replied. "Ya know, your rhetoric offends me so much it makes me ill. WHen did you become such a hate-filled evil racist? Consider yourself de-friended and forgotten." I de-friended him and went about my day.
I get a flood of emails from the lunatic telling me 'nobody likes you anymore' with all the people I don't know who have sided with him in his wall. Are you okay, there Cliffy? Who are these people and when did anyone ever like YOU?
As if that wasn't enough, he leaves this insane FB message so full of bad spelling and grammar it's hard to imagine this man graduating kindergarten let alone being any sort of professional anything besides ass.
I'm hoping now he'll go away as I have blocked him every way possible and my mailbox is doing the happy dance there will be no more ranting emails with pictures that say "Evolution" with a picture of Obama next to an ape. This is the intellect and maturity level of the hate spewers and these crazy people scare me.
So that's the story, Jerry. I'm done with crazy people who can't speak in any language other than hate. If you can't disagree civilly without making it personal about race or religion, we aint got nothing to talk about.
Cleaning my life of the spewers, one at a time.
Here is his crazy email, the CB crew should get a laugh out of this.
You said: Ya know, your rhetoric offends me so much it makes me ill. WHen did you become such a hate-filled evil racist? Consider yourself de-friended and forgotten.
I answered: No problem. I'm sorry that you've stayed at the same intellect and have not evolved from when I knew you.
You couldn't then, and you can't now see the trees, from the forest.
I woulda thought that you would have evolved.
That butthole in the whitehouse has a proven track record of lying, buying votes, and many other Chicago styled political maneuvers, that are illegal, immoral or just not fitting in nature of that of the president of the United States.
And, as his un-American un-constitutional ways keep happening til' he's impeached and deported, you are reminiscent of the adverb that "Ignorance Is Bliss. Matter a fact, I have your address; as you posted it on that almost radio thingee. I'll make you a tee shirt and send it to you; as it would be appropriate.
You don't have to de-friend me. I'll take care of it for you. I de-friended Darstar; and now you. Ask me if I care. And, believe me, after hearing you on that imitation radio wannabe thing, I will NOT lose any sleep over you're not being a friend. It's a good thing that you don't get paid for that; as I did, for the 9 years that I was on the air; and the 7 years that I did live rock concerts.
Just 1 thing. I know that you don't think that I'm right. And, maybe I'm not (as I have the ability to see things from both sides), BUT, what if I am right?
Your savior will be impeached and deported for treason, before he destroys the country. BUT, what if his impeachment is impeded by his becoming a dictator?
Who ya gonna cry to then.
Good Riddens . . .
Web Kitten? There's only 1 analogy that would be applicable in that linguistic comparison.
I will now include the mandatory disclaimer that I am neither fan or foe of Obama. I approve of him as a man and a father and he's not the worst first-term President I've seen but I have no strong opinions either way. I was not a Bush fan either but I think the worst I ever called him was a 'moron' so that's my disclaimer.
What the hell is wrong with you people? I can fully understand not supporting Obama, I'm not here saying anyone has to support Obama. I enjoy discourse with friends who actually speak on ISSUES they have with Obama's POLlCIES or POLITICS and I respect their right to their opinions.
However. It seems the world has gone insane with hatred for Barack Obama and the levels of it make me quite uncomfortable. It's not just the fear-mongering about death squads from people who don't know what they're talking about and have never had to deal with Medicaid or the lack of insurance, I'm okay with that.
It's the wording. It's the insanity I've seen pop up. Jay Diamond played a video of a group of Obama haters protesting healthcare and one of them actually had a sign that said "God will take care of the poor people, not us." That turned my stomach.
The personal attacks on Obama also bug me. The birth certificate nonsense. All of it. Ugly, nasty personal attacks that are completely unnecessary and annoying to have to look at. Nothing to do with issues or anything Obama has said or done, just nasty personal attacks.
I'm tired of reading it. Militias scare the shit out of me and personally I don't understand why anyone needs to own an AK-47 and I believe any sick person who needs care should receive it. If this all makes me a babbling socialist, my friends will still love me.
Now onto Cliff. Cliff is a creepy dude we've known since the 80's, he was part of the CB crowd. He was older than the oldest of us and he was forever trying to get over on the 18-20 somethings and it was pretty skeevy. He used a fake last name and while we put up with him as we were a large crowd of assorted CBers, we all thought he was kind of creepy. No one wanted to be alone in a room or a car with this dude.
I found him on FB and made the mistake of friending him and telling a few mutual friends I had found him on FB. Right away the emails started. You know the type, spam mail where one narcissistic asshat thinks 20 people want to read his babble and yet none of the mail ever says anything. It's all full of hate and poison and quotes from other people and stupid pictures that should offend anyone with a sense of decency.
The dude is a loser sort of dude. He's lived his entire life in mediocrity and wanting so desperately to be important or to matter yet he's failed. He's got to be pushing 60 now and hanging onto some sense of faded glory or whatever, not my place to play shrink.
In any case.
I was checking my FB today and I saw a comment on his page that turned my stomach. I don't recall it verbatim but it was something about that 'Kenyan Muslim' racist and I personally found it disgusting and offensive. Again, never the issues. I read shit like that and I want to apologise to every Kenyan and Muslim I know that ignorant assholes like this are Americans.
So I replied. "Ya know, your rhetoric offends me so much it makes me ill. WHen did you become such a hate-filled evil racist? Consider yourself de-friended and forgotten." I de-friended him and went about my day.
I get a flood of emails from the lunatic telling me 'nobody likes you anymore' with all the people I don't know who have sided with him in his wall. Are you okay, there Cliffy? Who are these people and when did anyone ever like YOU?
As if that wasn't enough, he leaves this insane FB message so full of bad spelling and grammar it's hard to imagine this man graduating kindergarten let alone being any sort of professional anything besides ass.
I'm hoping now he'll go away as I have blocked him every way possible and my mailbox is doing the happy dance there will be no more ranting emails with pictures that say "Evolution" with a picture of Obama next to an ape. This is the intellect and maturity level of the hate spewers and these crazy people scare me.
So that's the story, Jerry. I'm done with crazy people who can't speak in any language other than hate. If you can't disagree civilly without making it personal about race or religion, we aint got nothing to talk about.
Cleaning my life of the spewers, one at a time.
Here is his crazy email, the CB crew should get a laugh out of this.
You said: Ya know, your rhetoric offends me so much it makes me ill. WHen did you become such a hate-filled evil racist? Consider yourself de-friended and forgotten.
I answered: No problem. I'm sorry that you've stayed at the same intellect and have not evolved from when I knew you.
You couldn't then, and you can't now see the trees, from the forest.
I woulda thought that you would have evolved.
That butthole in the whitehouse has a proven track record of lying, buying votes, and many other Chicago styled political maneuvers, that are illegal, immoral or just not fitting in nature of that of the president of the United States.
And, as his un-American un-constitutional ways keep happening til' he's impeached and deported, you are reminiscent of the adverb that "Ignorance Is Bliss. Matter a fact, I have your address; as you posted it on that almost radio thingee. I'll make you a tee shirt and send it to you; as it would be appropriate.
You don't have to de-friend me. I'll take care of it for you. I de-friended Darstar; and now you. Ask me if I care. And, believe me, after hearing you on that imitation radio wannabe thing, I will NOT lose any sleep over you're not being a friend. It's a good thing that you don't get paid for that; as I did, for the 9 years that I was on the air; and the 7 years that I did live rock concerts.
Just 1 thing. I know that you don't think that I'm right. And, maybe I'm not (as I have the ability to see things from both sides), BUT, what if I am right?
Your savior will be impeached and deported for treason, before he destroys the country. BUT, what if his impeachment is impeded by his becoming a dictator?
Who ya gonna cry to then.
Good Riddens . . .
Web Kitten? There's only 1 analogy that would be applicable in that linguistic comparison.
Tuesday, March 09, 2010
I Am, I Said
I am...
a pain in the ass.
stubborn as a mule.
hard to read.
overly emotional.
high maintenance and don't care.
intuitive.
sarcastic but never snarky.
a reader of people.
neurotic as all get-out.
more into my cats than people.
totally clueless where I'll be in a year.
more than a lot of people can handle.
a bit of the occasional bitch.
rabidly loyal.
often wrong.
not the easiest person to deal with or get close to.
damaged goods.
scarred, mentally and physically.
prone to laughing at weird shit.
different.
me.
a pain in the ass.
stubborn as a mule.
hard to read.
overly emotional.
high maintenance and don't care.
intuitive.
sarcastic but never snarky.
a reader of people.
neurotic as all get-out.
more into my cats than people.
totally clueless where I'll be in a year.
more than a lot of people can handle.
a bit of the occasional bitch.
rabidly loyal.
often wrong.
not the easiest person to deal with or get close to.
damaged goods.
scarred, mentally and physically.
prone to laughing at weird shit.
different.
me.
Saturday, March 06, 2010
Tips on Surviving A Long Term Hospital Stay Far From Home
Alright, so maybe eight weeks isn't exactly an era but it's a long time to be in a hospital on the floor with all the really sick and dying people far from home. Albany Medical Center was too far for my mother or Darkstar to make it up often so I spent a lot of those eight weeks alone. I learned the tips for surviving long-term and even making it not so horrid.
1. Make friends with the transport guys who bring you to dialysis/therapy/chemo, etc. When we would go down the empty hallways they'd roll that bed fast and it was actually fun.
2. Befriend the belittled workers who clean and change the sheets and deliver the food. They are the ones who do the grunt work.
3. Have an outside source to send contraband munchies or whatever you need. In my case it was blow pops, fritos, smokes, chocolates and board games.
4. Keep some sort of candy in your room and offer it to the nurses. Those blow pops were a livesaver.
5. Find out which Dr. you can bargain with. I didn't want any more Heparin shots and my Dr. wanted me to walk if I wasn't getting the shot so he begrudgingly conceded that the hike downstairs and outside to smoke a cigarette once or twice a day (which I was going to day anyway) was enough exercise to keep me off the Heparin and save the lower abdomen shots.
6. Attach to one primary Dr. and tell him all. Let the intern work the case but attach yourself to the primary. I was lucky, I had 3.
7. Don't get attached to fellow patients. Remember what floor you're on. Sometimes when they take them out of the room they don't come back.
8. Don't eat the Xanax.
9. Find out which night nurses are willing to give you a midnight sandwich or look the other way while you scoot down to the vending machine for Reece's Pieces and fritos.
10. Have someone bring your own blanket from home. Having my fuzzy pink blanket made it easier a lot of the time.
11. Remember to laugh. Look around as you're sneaking food and going for your smoke. There are people on your floor a whole lot worse off than you.
1. Make friends with the transport guys who bring you to dialysis/therapy/chemo, etc. When we would go down the empty hallways they'd roll that bed fast and it was actually fun.
2. Befriend the belittled workers who clean and change the sheets and deliver the food. They are the ones who do the grunt work.
3. Have an outside source to send contraband munchies or whatever you need. In my case it was blow pops, fritos, smokes, chocolates and board games.
4. Keep some sort of candy in your room and offer it to the nurses. Those blow pops were a livesaver.
5. Find out which Dr. you can bargain with. I didn't want any more Heparin shots and my Dr. wanted me to walk if I wasn't getting the shot so he begrudgingly conceded that the hike downstairs and outside to smoke a cigarette once or twice a day (which I was going to day anyway) was enough exercise to keep me off the Heparin and save the lower abdomen shots.
6. Attach to one primary Dr. and tell him all. Let the intern work the case but attach yourself to the primary. I was lucky, I had 3.
7. Don't get attached to fellow patients. Remember what floor you're on. Sometimes when they take them out of the room they don't come back.
8. Don't eat the Xanax.
9. Find out which night nurses are willing to give you a midnight sandwich or look the other way while you scoot down to the vending machine for Reece's Pieces and fritos.
10. Have someone bring your own blanket from home. Having my fuzzy pink blanket made it easier a lot of the time.
11. Remember to laugh. Look around as you're sneaking food and going for your smoke. There are people on your floor a whole lot worse off than you.
Friday, March 05, 2010
Lack of Strange
I actually have no strange tonight but I want to keep up so consider my lack of strange in itself strange and I'll come up with something tomorrow less lame.
Thursday, March 04, 2010
The Best of the Strange
The strangest food I've ever eaten: Bison. I didn't know it was bison until after I swallowed it and then I damn near threw it right back up. I like bison, they're cute.
The strangest man I've ever dated: Michael Siciliano, hands down.
The strangest movie I've ever seen: Night of 1000 Cats and no, I don't recommend it.
The strangest book I've ever read: The Totem by David Morrell and that I recommend. Book screwed with my head.
The strangest person I've ever known: Vinny Alleva
The strangest thing I've ever done: Put on a ginormous purple muumuu while Faith donned the green one for the sole purpose of driving around all night picking up hitchhikers and seeing the looks on their faces when they got in the car. Yes, I know. Get a life.
The strangest sex story I have: Michael falling asleep whilst receiving a hummer in a car in the middle of a golf course. Huzzah.
The strangest place I've ever been: David Berkowitz's Son of Sam Satan cave.
The strangest hobby I have: MUDding
The strangest quirk I have: I have to keep like 3-5 different beverages around me at all times. No clue why.
The strangest song I like: OK2BGAY so let's rejoice with the boys in the gay way!
The strangest gift I've ever gotten: Also the coolest, Meathe's Mendo Mulcher!
The strangest gift I've ever given: An Israeli Firearms Desert Eagle black .44 magnum cannon. Make my day.
The strangest place I want to go: Mt. Everest Base Camp, baby!
The strangest thing I want to do: Have sex in a cemetery under a full moon with a man with dark hair and eyes, dressed like a priest. 'Nuff said.
The strangest pet I ever had: A vicious mynah bird that wanted to eat everyone that came around it.
The strangest date I've ever been on: Getting picked up, him grabbing a few 6 packs and driving to the back of a department store and that was the whole plan for the date. Wrong plan, dude.
The strangest toy I have: A lovely handmade voodoo doll made from a cleansed chicken bone. Thanks, Malfouka!
The strangest thing I don't own that I want: A John Wayne Gacy Pogo painting
The strangest situation I've ever been in: Being molested at 14 by a freaken' pervert at sleepaway camp.
Huzzah! Strange!
The strangest man I've ever dated: Michael Siciliano, hands down.
The strangest movie I've ever seen: Night of 1000 Cats and no, I don't recommend it.
The strangest book I've ever read: The Totem by David Morrell and that I recommend. Book screwed with my head.
The strangest person I've ever known: Vinny Alleva
The strangest thing I've ever done: Put on a ginormous purple muumuu while Faith donned the green one for the sole purpose of driving around all night picking up hitchhikers and seeing the looks on their faces when they got in the car. Yes, I know. Get a life.
The strangest sex story I have: Michael falling asleep whilst receiving a hummer in a car in the middle of a golf course. Huzzah.
The strangest place I've ever been: David Berkowitz's Son of Sam Satan cave.
The strangest hobby I have: MUDding
The strangest quirk I have: I have to keep like 3-5 different beverages around me at all times. No clue why.
The strangest song I like: OK2BGAY so let's rejoice with the boys in the gay way!
The strangest gift I've ever gotten: Also the coolest, Meathe's Mendo Mulcher!
The strangest gift I've ever given: An Israeli Firearms Desert Eagle black .44 magnum cannon. Make my day.
The strangest place I want to go: Mt. Everest Base Camp, baby!
The strangest thing I want to do: Have sex in a cemetery under a full moon with a man with dark hair and eyes, dressed like a priest. 'Nuff said.
The strangest pet I ever had: A vicious mynah bird that wanted to eat everyone that came around it.
The strangest date I've ever been on: Getting picked up, him grabbing a few 6 packs and driving to the back of a department store and that was the whole plan for the date. Wrong plan, dude.
The strangest toy I have: A lovely handmade voodoo doll made from a cleansed chicken bone. Thanks, Malfouka!
The strangest thing I don't own that I want: A John Wayne Gacy Pogo painting
The strangest situation I've ever been in: Being molested at 14 by a freaken' pervert at sleepaway camp.
Huzzah! Strange!
Of Asses and Everest
I'm getting a pair of these for my birthday. Yes, I've taken a big gulp out of the Kool Aid.
I'm going to tone my ass, shape my legs and make my buttocks stand up and dance all by walking in these funky moon sneakers. So begins the hardcore training for the trip of all trips. Me and my pink-n-silver ass-firming sneakers!
Pressure is still up, I feel like crap but I wanted to share the wonder shoes. I shall expect a bottom half like Heidi Klum after strolling around in these things for a few months.
Watch out, buttocks. Here come the Skechers.
I'm going to tone my ass, shape my legs and make my buttocks stand up and dance all by walking in these funky moon sneakers. So begins the hardcore training for the trip of all trips. Me and my pink-n-silver ass-firming sneakers!
Pressure is still up, I feel like crap but I wanted to share the wonder shoes. I shall expect a bottom half like Heidi Klum after strolling around in these things for a few months.
Watch out, buttocks. Here come the Skechers.
<-- Steal me!
