Cruel And Unusual

Some guy incarcerated in Ohio is suing that state on account they have refused to give him hormone injections and testosterone. He was convicted of killing his wife, and at the time of his trial, his name was Robert, he is now Michelle and is claiming the state is forcing him to again revert to being a male, and that is cruel and unusual punishment.

Yeah? I can see that, being born a man and then changing to a woman. Being turned into a frog and then sitting around on a hollow log, waiting all day long on your princess to come by and kiss you ….. That is cruel and unusual punishment. Not the re-occurrence of facial hair.

Give me a break.

Two frogs are sitting on a lily-pad. A third frog hops up on the pad.

Frog #1 sees a fly, flicks out his big tongue and snaps up the fly.
Both frogs then laugh, hard and long.
Frog #2 sees a fly, he also flicks out his long, sticky tongue, and snatches the fly.
Both frogs laugh, long and hardy.
Frog #3 having observed all this asks them:

“How come you laugh each time after you snatch a fly?”

Frog #1 says, it’s simple really:.

“Time is fun … When you’re having flies!”

(Yeah I know, pretty lame, whadya expect for free?)



Nine times out of ten, when someone says to you, “I hope you don’t mind me saying this …. But ….” You will. Criticism is a good healthy thing, and if it adds to the mix, then it is a bonus. It has come to my attention that possibly some of my posts are possibly toooooooo long.

True. I can get garrulous at times.

Anything and everything that has been presented to me was kind and sincere. So in the future. When you happen across some of this drivel, my distinct temporary loss of sanity, take it with a grain of salt and move on. It is my opinion, that writers’ write because they like to write, some feel the need to write, others want to be writers, and few if any have a real problem with people who do not understand these concepts.

It is kind of like garbage. Sift thru it, grab what is good for you, what you like, what amuses you, and then throw the rest away. As I am not wanting to be long and boring, uninteresting or Republican. I will check out for now.

Thanks for the input. If it doesn’t agree with you … if it reads well or doesn’t … let me know. Feedback is a good thing. I am glad we got all that out of the way, now I can get back into the kitchen and stick my head back in the oven!


Hope Is An Anchor

Hope is an anchor, and love is a ship.
Time is the ocean, and life is the trip.
You don’t know where you are goin’
till you get to where it is that you are at.
If you cannot read the stars,
you might have to take a map.
A compass and a conscience so you don’t get lost at sea.
On some old lonely island where no one wants to be.

From the beginning of creation
I believe our maker had a plan.
For us to leave these shores and sail beyond the sand.
To a place where we will climb up that mountain,
shout out, and let our voices ring.
And those who have never tried it,
they will be the first to sing.

I will see you on the other side if I make it.
It might be a long hard ride but I wanna take it.
Even when it seems that I don’t have a prayer,
I will let the weather take my ship anywhere.
I just know, that I want to go, where the streets are paved with gold,
cause I know that You will be there.
Oh my, my.

We don’t bring nothing here with ya,
and we cannot take anything back,
I never seen a funeral followed by a Brinks Money Truck
Or a hearse with a luggage rack.

I have torn my knees from praying, scarred my back from falling down,
spent a lot of time flyin’ high, and now I often find my face in the ground.
I know Jesus and I talk to God,
Faith, Hope and Love are some of the things he has given us,
and the greatest of these is Love.

I will see you on the other side if I make it.
It might be a long hard ride but I am going to take it.
Even when it seems that I don’t have a prayer,
I will let the weather take me anywhere.

All I know, is that I want to go,
where the streets are paved with gold, cause I know that You will be there.

Oh my, my.

I.R.S. Beat The Rush

Okay, this is NOT funny, who sent me this email?

Mr. Smith, I just wanted to read you something from the Internal Revenue Code. It is the last sentence of section 509A of the code: “For purposes of paragraph, 3, an organization described in paragraph 2 shall be deemed to include an organization described in section 501-C-4, 5,6, which would be described in paragraph 2 if it were an organization described in paragraph 2 if it were an organization described in section 501C-3.”

Now “that” was not funny. No sir.

In the words of that Great American Crazy Horse, Chief of the Dakota Sioux: “All we wanted was peace and to be let alone.” Here is something else, come to think about it (stir their senses! Make them feel alive!).

What is the difference between an “American Indian” and a “Native American?”

Anyone out there know, anyone, anyone.

Let’s throw this one out on the porch and see if the cat will lick it up? Illegal aliens have always been a problem in the United States ….. Ask any Indian.

File your taxes yet? (Nice blend huh.)

We have already filed this year, did it early to beat the rush. We used that new electronic filing form. “How much did you make … Please send in that amount.” Which is a lie, the Government never uses the word …. Please.

Worried about an audit? Avoid what the I.R.S. calls a “Red Flag.” You know what a red flag is right? That is money left in your bank account AFTER you have paid your taxes … That is a red flag.

And finally …“A government big enough to give you everything you want is strong enough to take everything you have.”
  Thomas Jefferson

See you Monday, I think I am getting a touch of carpal.


Gray Wolf

Now that the Western Gray Wolf is doing so well, folks in Idaho want to once again, have them removed from the protected list and its open season again. Swing by Wal*Mart and pick up your ammo today. Something wrong when livestock ranchers (cattle & sheep) think that the eradication of a species is ok.

The wolves, as well as other wildlife, have a right to exist in the wild. It is not the public’s or the Governments’ duty to subsidize ranching on public lands by eliminating predators, just to suit the profit margins of one group of people. The days of taming the west are over … and …. if you vote for me. Which is kind of silly … I am not a member of any organized political party ….. I am a Democrat.

We should all be okay until the Government figures out a way to tax video games and television sets, then we have to worry about the new “No Child Left Inside Law” and when their respective agents will be coming to get us.



Give Em The Finger

Hah, what were you thinking? As Hillary would say ….. Shame on you! Shame-shame on you!

Was over at Staples buying some paper and I came across the neatest little do-hickey (Okie Technical Term, learned it from my third cousin who lives in Bakersfield, that the family doesn’t talk about much). This little thing is the cat’s meow if you do a lot of Internet surfing. It is designed for those irritating log on, password, secret name places you go visit on a regular basis. Anything come to mind, anything?

It is called a MicroSoft fingerprint reader.

Cost is about $35-$40 depending where you go. This little doo-hickey, thing-a-ma-bob, reads your fingerprint (either hand) and when you go to a site and want admission, you establish a finger print read off the device and register it.

The next time you go to that particular site, and they ask you for the password/login name and all that jazz ….. You just stick your finger on the device and it reads the information, fills in the password, and you are in like Flynn. It then dutifully enters all your data, and walla. Access to the site.

Now repeat after me …….. That was easy.


Not Today Anyway

Not Today Anyway

Forty-six cars ahead of the waycar
Picking up speed
Rounding the curve
At sixty-three miles per hour
The saw the yellow headlight burn.

Amongst the rattles and noise
Of sixty-eight hundred tons of rusting rolling steel
Locked in on certain death
Came the choked and startled cry of
“Oh, Jesus Christ”
From under the Engineer’s breath.

Dust swirling
As if to leap from the very road
Hand on the brake valve
A scream swelling from deep inside
As the gap narrowed
The drama began to unfold
Of three crewman, about to die.

Split seconds
Mere fractions of one day
One loud ear splitting crash in the countryside
It happened
Exactly that way.

But that was a long time ago
More than a few years back
And the scars still lie there
As a reminder just off of the tracks.

Uphill slow and down hill fast,
Tonnage first and Safety Last.
Things don’t always run smooth on the railroad
It is at times, not the safest way to move freight,
Kiss your man goodbye at the door
Before he picks up the grip and heads for the road
Tell him you love him,
Before it is too late.