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Why are some people so uptight about breaking the rule on not asking questions in a blog? If, when asked why such a rule should be rigorously obeyed, all they can say is, "well, because it's a rule", then, quite frankly, I have no time for them. If seeing a question that shouldn't be there is so offensive to you that you feel compelled to annoy others who are not offended by it by complaining, it is probably a sign of some sort of compulsive disorder, and the referral of yourself to a psychiatrist, rather than the blog to a moderator, would probably do you more good.

So, if you are one of those people who simply cannot bear to see a question in a blog, I make no apology for asking: What the fcuk is wrong with you?

She said I was smug. Unlike the snug bug in the rug.
To be sure, I looked in a book to find this information I took...
Smug: contentedly confident of one's ability, superiority, or correctness.

Was she talking about me, did my struggle here make a rub, upset the bug in the rug?
Do I sense some disdain for her to mention my name, oh the woman in Spain? Does she live on the plain? I know it gets hot in Spain... she said chatty man and that's really not my name. Was it used in vain, did the cold run through her vein that would make her reference me without really mentioning my name?
My blogs are all too tame and many tell me about the same, reference to her blog, I decided to refrain and I'll live without comment, I know I will abstain.

Yeah, I married once before but a member called me a whore, I clicked the button and showed her the door. To the woman now in France, keep your distance, that's my stance. I'm not here to give you money, I'm here to blog and occasionally say things funny.

I'll respond to the suspicion from the South African guy, Jim N's my friend but he is really not like I, for he likes lemon cake and I like cherry pie.

Between the forum, the blogs and the poetry section?

They all seem to work on different time scales. In the forum the responses can be measured in seconds, whereas on the blogs, minutes slowing down to hours is more usual. In the poetry section the days and weeks go by as if life were eternal.

Please feel free to visit anytime.

I'm expecting a very special guest, but he won't come if he thinks we are waiting for him, so I want everyone to be very quiet.

He's a really great comedian, apparently.

For short, let me call him K. He was a charming kiddo, the unexpected late child with much older siblings. Funny and innocent. The last word is a bit difficult to define. It's part of his charisma, somehow.. He can be a bit naughty, but in a childish, innocent way, and with his wit, his smile, he is easy to forgive. Anyway, he has always been getting away with about anything. It is somewhat of a conundrum, as if anyone else had done it, they would probably end up in jail. I would not say that he is criminal. It's more like some naughty pranks he may have done, so you kind of excuse it, smile or have a laugh, but...in fact, many of the things IS criminal. It would be criminal if anybody else had done it. We often have a sort of relaxed notion about crimes, like maybe cheating on your taxes, or perhaps some minor insurance fraud, or .. Well, you know what I mean.

Now as a kid, we may expect a bit of that, but as an adult we expect them to learn and behave. However, he hasn't changed. And for some
strange reason, he is still able to pull off the childish and naughty acts. However, others around him is picking up on some of the same acts, but cannot pull it off like he can do it. So, they may end in trouble.

He has a lot more charm then Mr.Trump, but it made me think of this. K. doesn't boost or brag, he isn't mean, and he doesn't do any big things, as far as I know. But in order for society to work for us all, we have to abide certain rules and laws. And if we don't, we will slide down a slippery slope. It is corrupting, and there is always some that will push it further. We are exposed to a tremendous amount of deliberate propaganda, designed to make us uncertain about everything. Distortions of facts, distortions of rules, fake news, lies, and bullshit.

It is easy to loose one's footing, and that is exactly the intention. It's funny to hear how many perpetuate the famous Shifty Schiff basement as being so unjust, a plot, and who knows what.

It was the "United States House Permanent Select Committee on Intelligence" with both parties represented. Later the hearings was conducted in full view of the public, with both parties represented, with equal time at disposal, and still we hear about this as being a biased and unfair hearing.

This is what and how propaganda operates. Most often just a little tweak, choice of words, making room for uncertainty. It is a bit of mirrors and smoke, some tiny doubts in our mind, - did we hear it right ? Maybe we didn't pay enough attention ? And of course when other people echo it enough times, we may feel certain.

We don't pay to much attention to the sales-slip after we did our Christmas shopping. Yes, we sort of know we spent more money then we had planned. But the sales person was soo convincing, and we sort of admit that - it was probably a much better buy to go for the model that was more expensive.

We are easy targets.

I am in a constant battle at many sites. I have to clean my browser for cookies, else I end up with pre-selected contents that just echos the same arguments, and if you add in those that pay for having their stuff enter the top of your selection, you are being programmed.

How often I long for the good old days on the internet, were I could search and decide on my own, could explore all sorts of interesting stuff for free. Now most of that is closed. You have to be member, and the real stuff of interest is hidden by subscription fees, or all sorts of junk. Before you had a lot of trustworthy academics that kept everything very correct, and was pleased to have visitors that would appreciate their effort. But big corporations control it now. Your news, your media, your time, your data and money.

There are several ways to view the situation:

I worked hard all year and will relax on the last day... starting off strong on the first day of the new year!

I will work hard until the end of the year and screw off on the first day of the new year!

I think I'll screw off the last day of this year and the first day of the new year!

It amazes me that someone would stand on a busy street corner wearing a sandwich sign with words so small you would have to be 5 feet away and spend at least 3 minutes (hey lady, turn around please) to actually read what's on the sign(s) she is displaying.

It's nothing new... different person, different corner... possibly the same sign, but I cannot confirm that as I drive by and say "Your message isn't getting through!"

...sure, they will soon lack drinking water, and that nervous one party state, and control by party elites, augers less than ideal for the long term. Hong Kong and Taiwan. Much more to be concerned about, in the general neighborhood as well, as we see in the South China Seas. But the changes from failed attempts at communism, to China's form of free market economies, bring with them troubling demographic shifts as wel. Wealthy, entrepreneurial business women, now in their 40's and 50's, with vanishing chances for marriage and children, and enormous family and cultural pressures for both, to name just one. Slight modifications of the one child policies, might help. But real political freedom ain't too shabby either.

The topic is pet hoarding. More than 16 years ago, a woman down the street from me inherited the house from her parents. She was caretaker to her mother until the old woman died.

I knew this lady going back to the 1960's as her family was one of the first to purchase in the neighborhood. Her profession was nursing and after a divorce she moved back home.

We would often say a friendly hello when greeting on the street, but not much more than that. She had several dogs and would take them for walks usually in the evenings.

An story comes to mind about someone in New Jersey where city officials had to 'go in' and rescue more than 270 dogs in a situation they referred to as an "extreme hoarding situation" and it reminded me of what happened to 'dog lady' as she too was a dog (and cat) hoarder.

I first noticed this especially when morning jogs (before sunrise) around the corner brought me alongside her wooden fence. I could hear dogs barking and the stench of poop had filled the calm air. This actually went on for years.

The city has restrictions/limitations on the number of animals one can legally possess. All dogs be registered and rabies vaccination updated yearly. They allow a maximum of 5 dogs. Cats don't require shots or registration and they are also part of the 5 pet limit. I know for a fact this woman has many more than the limit. She told me herself... they're her babies and she's too attached to give them away.

While she was trying to do good her pet population was out of control.

It's expensive keeping a pet as the medicines are only available from a veterinarian. If the animal isn't registered, you cannot obtain the proper medicines for heart worms, antibiotics, fleas and other problems. So her pets were not registered (except for her favorite one) and went without health care. Since they have no registration, the city cannot monitor them... they go 'under the radar' is a common street term for this.

One afternoon, I was nearing home for lunch and several police cars along with news team trucks were in front of her house. That night dog lady made it to the 5 o'clock news report. They arrested her for animal abuse. It seems that a AT&T worker needed access to her property to service telephone lines in her utility easement. More than 50 dogs and 20 cats were alive. If I recall correctly, there were another 30-40 dead animals inside her house and around her wood fenced property!
I believe it was the AT&T worker who tipped off county Animal Services to send and agent to inspect. The registration of her one dog had expired and they had reason to gain access to the property.

What annoyed me the most was an interview of one neighbor who claimed this went on for a few years and when the noise and stench was too much to bear, he reported this trouble to the city several times for more than 8 months, but no one was sent out to respond and investigate.

When interviewed by the local TV news, the woman's comment was "They're my babies."
She was arrested and fined. I read a followup to the case where the judge ordered psychological evaluation, hopefully they got her treatment as she was in a downward spiral that probably included deep depression. She was employed for a while as a private nurse, but that fell through. What you can see of her house (over the wooden fence) was in disrepair, broken shutters from a hurricane. Probably burned up her inheritance too.

The city mayor at the scene that day. Mister 'big shot' was reported saying the house was condemned and would be torn down. Where was he or his people 8 months earlier?

I guess no one put him on the spot wanting to know why his animal control department didn't do their job!

The house wasn't torn down. I know the woman was forced to sell and leave town. She planned retirement and wanted to live in Central Florida on some farmland near Orlando.

Hopefully, she got her wish and this time isn't hoarding pets... again.

...I've often wondered. Have heard from the Blacks who are in my family about what it's like to be in areas where they are a tiny minority. I made a point of asking. As here in Maine, which with Wyoming, has the lowest percentage of minorities in the USA. But, by and large, we enjoy the rule of law here and in cowboy heaven, where I also lived, and loved. And there's civility, and the lowest violent crime rates, and highest gun ownership (imagine that?!) in both states. Now, compare life here for Negroes, with that for Caucasians, in say RSA, or the former Rhodesia. Both once wealth and food baskets of Africa, until Whites yielded power, and now are a lot like the socialist workers' paradise of Venezuela. Or Cuba. Are they brave, somehow saintly optimists, Crazy guilty White liberals, suicidal fools, or just what are they thinking?