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That's each of your children, grand children and any other living offspring. You think anything the government hands out is “free?” It’s not anything close to it. Everything they do costs twice as much as it would if done in the private sector and they spend like drunken sailors shoveling piles of debt onto your children and grandchildren as they go hoping you won’t notice until it’s too late. What do they care? It’s not their money they are spending… it’s YOURS.

That’s the amount owed by every citizen of the United States for all the “free” things that have already been handed out and promised by the federal government. It doesn’t count the additional free things that the Democrats are promising which will multiply that amount to around $9,000,000 for every man woman and child citizen of the United States. That’s right, EVERY man, woman and child will owe the federal government around NINE MILLION DOLLARS if the Democrats are elected and hand out all the “free” stuff they vow to hand out. And it also doesn’t count what you owe to state and local governments.

The Democrat’s platform is a bankrupt your children and grandchildren plan plain and simple.

Good luck, your kids already owe almost a half million dollars each that they are going to have to pay back in tax increases. Want to go for 9 million each instead? Vote Democrat.

One by one, he's keeping them. China, jobs, economy, Korea, etc. Now he says he'll do something reasonable on guns in the wrong hands. Watch him. But his latest act is to begin reinforcing a law that has been part of immigration policy for decades, until partially reversed in 1999, mostly by dems. And by a few wussified others, so affraid of illogically being called racist. Now immigrants must not be on the dole too long, or it's back to the hell holes from whence they came. Just hope he would also reinstitute the effective Sponsor system. Our great President Trump. MARA. Make America reasonable again. Just watch the country hating---vote pandering moonbats piss and moan about it, and begin law suits. All go to the SCOTUS. Imagine that. Hardy har har har.

I saw my second gator in the canal across the street from me this morning while walking Lucy, Lucy, Lucy. It was about 7 feet which is still a juvenile but big enough to munch on my dog in one bite. I followed it up the canal until we got to a bridge then the creep went under the bridge and didn't come out. I know animal control was called last time but not sure if they found it or even if this is the same one. I doubt it though.

On an unusual note my son texted me that he was so angry that he could Not look at or talk to his wife because she shaved her head bald while he was at work. I tried to calm him down, asked him to send me a picture but he said, "NO I can't even look at her and Mom you know the one thing I love about a girl is her hair" my heart felt bad on one hand for him but I hadn't heard her side yet. Who knows he may have made her mad and she did it out of spite, then I couldn't blame her.

This morning my daughter texts me to say how mad my son is at her and she sent me a picture. BALD, skin bald but I still love the heck out of her. She said she did it twice in China when she lived there. I asked if that was a Chinese thing and she said nope it is just her thing. She likes it easy and besides she is starting to get grey and doesn't want hair color because it is not healthy.

I'm not meddling in my sons family. Houston we have an unusual situation here. I'm not getting involved in how this marital dispute will play out but I hope they keep me informed. Until I wrote this blog I didn't realize how funny it is now. I have to say I give kudos to my daughter-in-law for being her own woman. Now she also has leverage for the future once her hair grows out.....she can threaten my son if she catches him eating fast food she will shave her head.

HEY GUYS......I AM BACK
how you doing,its been a long time haa....hows you all my old friend.....specially Namaron????
hows you man????

The night before last Mom didn't answer the home phone, assumed one of the siblings took her to see Dad. Then yesterday morning again no answer to the phone. Went over, her car is there, house empty but bedroom is locked (she locks it at night when she is home and whenever she leaves the house) She didn't answer the cell either.

My mind starts to think she had a heart attack in her sleep. We start to rush to the facility Dad is in when I decided to ask the siblings on Facebook - does anyone have Mom? Baby sister answered, "I took Mom to see Dad" YAY Thank you. I'm on my way to see him too.

Not sure why my mind went to the darkest place first but it did. Thankfully since baby sister is 12 years younger, she is more addicted to FB. She does everything from her watch which is as strong a computer as any cell phone. I ask a question and get the answer within 60 seconds.

It is good when your darkest thoughts get turned around.

I've been away from blogging for quite some time due to just having too many other things taking up my attention and time.

Deciding to deactivate my facebook account so I can spend more time getting stuff done that I've procrastinated on is a good thing. But, here I am. Hmmm...

Lots of things happening these days with a request for three calendars this year, plus the book that the First Nations publishing house wants to publish, before Christmas. I'd best get going on it.

The reason I find myself back here is to vent a little bit. Those that know me know that my relationship with my daughter hasn't been the best. Not that I haven't tried to have one with her, just that her abusive b/f is bound and determined to keep her away from me. He's succeeded, too, embellishing stories and assumptions, which she seems all too willing to accept.

I did hear from her near her birthday. She wanted me to go to a local tack store to find out how much a certain girth was for my horse, which she has and is riding. I thought, why don't you just phone? But I know the request was her way of trying to get me to buy the girth and send it to her. Well, I've bought enough tack and equestrian stuff for her over the years, I wasn't prepared to buy anymore. Anyway, I did check, and there wasn't the girth she wanted, so I told her that, and sent her some money for her birthday.

I heard from her on Mother's Day, and received some house plants in a basket. They were lovely and I thanked her, but I want house plants like I want to have to pick up after someone else. I'm terrible with houseplants, and would have preferred just cut flowers. I didn't tell her that, just thanked her for the lovely arrangement.

That's the last I've heard from her. I don't phone her due to her scheduling. She usually phones me when she's on the road, and doesn't tell me her b/f is with her and listening. As a result, nothing much ever gets said. She never asks me what or how I'm doing, and if I tell her of a health concern, she'll tell me something about her b/f - like 'big deal, who cares, Mom?'

At the end of May, her Dad moved in with her. Well, that's been a dream of hers since he left, I'm sure. Her idol daddy who has never done anything wrong finally living with her. I'm sure between her Dad and her b/f, the nasty stories about me are abundant. What's so stupid is I haven't been with her dad for over 30 years, I'm not the same person I was back then, and what the heck does it matter anymore? But I still get the 'my dad said this about you', 'my dad said you did that', and I think 'so what?' Does he tell you what HE did to elicit that? Does he tell you he's a lying, abusive guy that puts on a nice guy facade to everyone else? Of course not!

So I haven't heard a peep from her. Not one word. Then I see on facebook, that she's posted a photo of two trophies she's won through her work. The won the National Championship for the commercial vehicle safety enforcement competition, and the Driver Interview. She's the first woman to win the championship and will be going to Pittsburgh to compete internationally.

Did I get a phone call saying 'hey, guess what Mom? I won!' Nope, not a freaking word. I had to read about it on facebook. So I didn't even acknowledge the post. I didn't congratulate her or anything. She can't be bothered to tell me, I can't be bothered if she's going to treat me like I'm one of her faceless facebook friends.

A week later, and still nothing. And now, there won't be. What's she going to say? Oh hey, I won the championship. Oh great, nice to be an afterthought. The person who drove her all over hell's creation when she was younger, with her horses, and gave up everything so she could attain her dreams, and what do I get 'my dad paid for everything'. Which he did not. It galls me no end, when that is STILL thrown in my face, and it's so patently untrue. (cont in comments).

Remember that I inherited a dog named Lucy when my friend passed. Bella nor I saw that coming. Getting a spoiled dog with no instructions has been a small challenge on both ends of the leash.

Lucy had to give up canned dog food because that stuff scares me. Bella ate so little but Lucy is five times her size so I've had to figure out how much she eats and buy larger amounts of organ meats to mix with veggies, fruits and quinoa or brown rice. At first Lucy resisted but gobbles up her food now.

The only thing is her name. She doesn't come when I just call "Lucy", she doesn't come until I call her a third time then she bolts to me. So she doesn't know her name is Lucy.....she thinks it is Lucy, Lucy, Lucy.

She cracks me up. Sometimes she will sit and stare at me while making a small growl in her throat. I'm still trying to figure out what she is telling me. If she needs to go outside she makes that sound then goes sits at the door staring at it, then I know it is time for a walk. She is training me.

On windy days I often think back to an event that took place long, long ago when I was but a boy and health and safety was still in short trousers. The drama that I am about to unfold for you took place on the 85th birthday of my best friend’s grandfather.

Alan’s granddad was a small, slightly built man but surprisingly sprightly for his age. In those days 85 was an good age to have reached and the family had decided that the occasion should be marked with more than the usual victoria sponge and yet more pairs of socks and pants. They could have organised some sort of surprise for him but it no doubt seemed easier just to ask him what he would most like to do on his special day. I think they expected him to take time to think about his birthday treat but when he came back with an instant reply they were both surprised and regretful that they didn’t take the trouble to organise a surprise, after all. In a manner that sounded almost rehearsed the old man stated that the only thing he wanted -and his tone of voice strongly implying the only thing he would settle for- was to perform a parachute jump. Anyway, to cut a long story short, and spare me the the trouble of making one up, the family accepted the inevitable and Alan’s dad organised the parachute jump.

Before Alan’s granddad was allowed to make the jump it was necessary for him to attend a training session; which he got through with no problem, apparently. The instructor did have one or two safety concerns, but, after the old man’s agreeing to remove his false teeth beforehand, he seemed to be satisfied that it was safe to go ahead.

The event was to take place on a Wednesday morning. Luckily, it was the school holidays and Alan invited me along to watch the spectacle. So there we all were, about a dozen of us standing in a field looking towards the skies. At first there was just a faint, distant drone, but then appeared a spec in the sky which very shortly became identifiable as a small aircraft. Up till then it had been a fine early June morning, barely a cloud in the sky and very still. Just before the aeroplane was over the field, though, a breeze seemed to come out of nowhere.

The plan was for Alan’s granddad to jump first, followed very soon after by the instructor. It was only when the chutes opened that the flaw in the plan became apparent. The first thing we noticed was that the instructor was descending noticeably quicker than the granddad. The second thing we noticed was that the granddad’s progress seemed to be more horizontal than vertical. As I mentioned earlier, Alan’s granddad was not a very substantial man, and it now became obvious that the degree of his insubstantiality had not been adequately taken into account.


As I watched I was reminded of a dandelion seed floating on the wind, after being blown free from the fluffy pom-pom of the flower head. Alan’s dad got in his car and tried to follow but the roads, of course, didn’t always run in the direction he wanted to go, so a certain amount of predicting the final destination was called for. He was never going to get it right, no one could have.

The granddad of Alan’s adventure came to a undignified end when he clattered into the dustbins behind the chiropodist’s on the High Street. Now this was an amazing coincidence because he had an appointment at that very chiropodist’s that very afternoon. The commotion brought the staff running out to see what had happened almost immediately. After a short period of questions and explanations, granddad was whisked inside and given a mug of very sweet tea; which was the remedy for most things in those days. The staff couldn’t have been better, they brought forward his appointment and treated his corns there and then.

This is a true story and everything happened exactly as I have described.

And greatly missed.



I do not stand alone. What's always standing behind me to be strong, and do the right thing is the honour and love of my father. I try never to fail you. Even when I did, you were behind me.


To all the fathers on this special day. But always in our hearts.

My Dad was a proud man all his life. As a Father he was a hypocrite who taught us do as he said not as he did. No one is perfect. He loved the family and we are a large loving happy family.

Last year after a few accidents I bought Dad a box of Adult pull ups. It is probably the only time ever in my life that Mom got mad at me and rolled her eyes into the back of her head because I insulted Dad's dignity by buying pull ups. I told Mom I would give them away but at least take 3 in case Dad get's sick in which case, he loses control.

Two months later Mom called and asked me to order more, they prevented the mess from accidents. Still he did not lose his dignity in full. Now after being in this rehab facility for five months, he has virtually no dignity left. He has been in Adult diapers (I didn't even know they made them) and has no problem with anyone seeing him in them. The disease strips one completely of their dignity.

In my mind, I've already lost Dad. He may recognize me when I enter but forgets I was there ten minutes later. Soon he won't even know me. The worst part is that he sleeps 22 hours out of a 24 hr. day. That is no life, none, nadda, asta la bye bye. If he would have known this was his destiny he would have taken himself out last year. If death with dignity were offered here, one bro and myself would vote for him to take it, however the rest of the family would consider that blasphemy. They want him alive whether he is gone in his mind or not. When Dad was young he was the same, his Dad was in a dead coma with a strong heart and my Dad kept pounding him to keep that heart beating for as long as he could because he couldn't let go.

He has good insurance so the doctors will keep him alive most likely for years to come. Maybe it would be a good thing if he didn't have insurance. I would never dream of letting one of my dogs suffer, as much as it kills me, and it does, I put them down when they are stripped of a quality life.