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Any other man on any other street could have wrecked his car in the middle of the night, the police would not have investigated too much, the guy would have received a fine, his medical records would have been released, but his life would not have been put under a microscope; leave Tiger alone.

You really have to feel for this man because his whole world is crumbling around him and everyone seems to be savoring every tidbit that comes out of the news about his adultery–no other man has done that, huh–his wife, and even when his mother-in-law went to the hospital they were speculating on who the mysterious woman might have been. I do not truly know what he is guilty of or what he is not, because every hooker that might have mistaken a well dressed pro-athlete for Mr. Woods is claiming to have had an affair with him.

There’s speculation that Nike will drop their contract with him, Buick won’t ask him to represent them anymore, and for what, adultery? Come on, I just saw a commercial for some mobile phone that features Mrs. Clause in bed with a “Frosty-like” snowman, who gets melted when Santa returns early. The M & M’s gang is drooling over an overtly sexy, sleazily posed female M & M, and Nike is worried about image? If you can serve your 3-year-old M & M’s after the holiday commercials, then leave Mr. Woods alone.

His image has been squeaky clean, his demeanor admirable, and his talent unquestioned, until he hit a tree and a fire hydrant. Now, “good grief” we find out he’s human and there are few mothers in America who have not gone through a situation similar to this one with their sons, and most would still love to have given birth to this young man. Leave him and his family alone so that they can find out what is real, what will save their home, their marriage, their partnership in life. Just butt out of his life and let the chips fall.

If you go out and buy a cow-okay, you do have to go to auction but it’s a small price to pay-then you take it home it will eat and give you milk. The government, on the other hand and in particular congress, is bought at our expense by lobbyist with less-than honest agendas. So, buy a cow.

Last week was a horrible week, especially for those in Texas. The shootings at Fort Hood, the copycat shootings in Florida, and we lost a friend in an accident that can only be categorized as stupid and unforgivable. Sunday, a week ago, my husband bowled the luckiest game any bowler can ever wish for, and on Thursday evening a man who has always had a smile for everyone, also bowled a 300 game. He and his nephew chose to celebrate at a local club and around 2 in the morning the celebration ended with his death and the arrest of his nephew. It’s hard to conceive that a man can bowl the luckiest game of a bowler’s life and die in one of the unluckiest ways, but it happens when you mix alcohol and a vehicle. Because things are what they are in the world today, workforce wise, my husband and I will not be able to make it to his funeral this afternoon but we will miss his smile, his mild manner, and his bowling.

There are two things that I will never understand in this life; how the government can call itself a democracy and ignore the wishes and needs of it’s constituency, and why people do not decide to go home to celebrate a truly great event. I certainly do not understand Obama’s wish to put off the investigation of the shootings at Fort Hood, or why he wants to try the terrorist who murdered so many in a federal court as opposed to military court. I don’t understand why he chooses to give them the opportunity to walk away from murdering almost 3 thousand people…much of what is being done today, I do not understand. But, we need more cows and milk in government and less bull sh*t. We need laws that will make it mandatory for bartenders to call a cab for those who have had too much to drink, because without a law the customer is free to walk out the door. And, and this is the big one, we need our government to start putting the people first and the interest of lobbyist last.

Buy a cow and ride it home from the bar. Fire the politicians and hire men who have some interest in keeping this country free.

There has been nothing funny about the last two days, and with the new unemployment numbers, it may get worse.

We don’t really know, any of us, why someone snaps and turns lose their rage on the people around them or an ex-employer, but it’s certain that this year has spawned a too many deaths. Most marriages come to an end over financial troubles, a good many suicides are reported when job loses are high, and people that have difficulty handling the world-when things are good-tend to turn to violence when things get bad. The man who killed and maimed so many at Fort Hood, yesterday, was said to be angry over deployment to the Middle-East, and angry with Obama over his failure to pull the men out of Iraq and the war in Afghanistan. It appears, with what is known, that the man in Orlando was an ex-employ. Whatever the case, yours or a friend, the answer to any bad situation is never a gun.

Get counseling, get help, but do not pick up a gun to solve a problem. Too few of the moments meant to give a person their 15-minutes of fame, are things that your mother, father, brothers, and sisters, will be able to point to and say, “That was my family member.” Your actions don’t just punish you; they punish those who love you.

For information and coverage of the Orlando situation, turn to Fox News or their web site.

Fox News: 1:20 p.m. The shooter has been arrested.

Okay, I do not care who you are; you’re not eating my cat. If you’re starving, I suggest Burger King-possibly you will eat an exotic hamburger of Kangaroo, but you’re not eating my cat.

Brenda and Robert Vale of New Zealand have studied the carbon emissions of pets and decided that we need to start eating the common “garden variety” cat, dog, and guinea pig? We have eaten deer that tasted like sage, fish that had a whang that could have been the result of mercury, and rabbit…don’t even ask, but my cat, dog, or if I had one, the guinea pig…not going to happen! There are nations of people that do eat dogs and cats; however, given the other available stock of meats and food sources, these people probably feel they have no choice. Not too many years ago, it was suggested that eating Mickey Mouse-taste like chicken-could supply a plentiful and alternative meat source. Even if rats tasted like roast beef, there would still be a great deal of hesitation on the part of most Americans to dive-in and eat a hearty rat burger, so the idea of eating one’s own pet…that’s not happening either.

The three things we know about our cat, he sleeps most of the time, he occasionally pukes due to eating too quickly, and his litter box works overtime. He doesn’t like people and that, I dare say, would not improve if he were living in fear of becoming the next meal. He has great long hair-the hairballs are another source of constant irritation around here-and he is not overly clean, although he constantly cleans himself between eating and sleeping. There is nothing that would make me look at this cat and think ‘gee, he might go well with beans and potato salad.’ And the dog, well, that’s another kettle of unclean fish altogether. He lives outside because he is too big, too nasty, and not a very bright fellow, but he does have a loveable nature about him. Eat him; forget about it, he doesn’t even smell appealing.

I’m afraid while some might be considering the delicacies of Kitty Fritters, Dog-Nuts, and Guinea Pig Pie, we will stick to the old standbys; the cow, the chicken, the fish, and the piggies. Given the choice between eating my cat or milkweed, the milkweed sounds great. We’ll just dash a bit of pepper juice on the stuff and hope the paramedics come to our rescue in good time.

We headed north last night passing through several towns on our road to Durant Oklahoma, and all the house were dark. The few children that we did see dressed for Trick or Treat were heading into churches and schools for their evening of fun. My grandchildren went to the school carnival that has become the standard since so many perverts have found entertainment in poisoning or mutilating children on Halloween through the candies they doled out. It is truly sad that just a generation ago, children could trick or treat at their neighbor’s house without fear of what they might be given in their little bags and totes meant to keep candy for later enjoyment.

A notion of how this could be rectified occurred to me too late to do anything about this year, but those of us who would love to see the little faces and masks of Halloween appear at their doors next year, might consider the following: We can go to our local law enforcement offices and have them run background checks, take our licenses, and check our residency, so that they will have a list of safe houses that children can trick or treat and know they will be safe. We need to find a way to give Halloween back to the children in the fashion that it was meant to be celebrated. Most of us have memories, that these little ones will never have, if something is not done to make all-things right again.

Any suggestions that will make Halloween safe again should be added and we should start a national campaign to keep children safe and happy for Halloween the way it should be, and the way we had the pleasure of celebrating it so many years ago. After all, a politician should not be the only trusted person in the United States where Halloween is concerned…we rarely trust them with anything else.

Has anyone ever actually seen $1 trillion? If that much money were dropped on the little town where I live, it would require the residents to “dig out” of the money so that they could leave their homes. It is like a blizzard of green raining down from Heaven. Superman could not fly through a storm of money that added up to trillions of dollars. Okay, all joking aside, it’s a “chit-pot-full” of money. You can read Forbes 500 and never see a man or family whose fortune is estimated to be $1 trillion, but that does not deter our congress from spending that amount on 15 percent of the population in order to give us all truly bad medicine.

The CBO estimates that the bill, as it stands, will cost $600 billion over the next 10-years, and that is without the piece of legislature they have worked on to reimburse doctors for Medicare that will total another $247 billion. If every working-class Joe went to Capitol Hill, right now, and emptied his bank account on the steps of the Congressional building, we could not begin to pay for the expansive health care monster that Madame Pelosi is bragging about having written under her tutelage. Even if Madame Pelosi had her husband’s assets liquidated and dumped-yea, that’s going to happen-on the steps it would make little difference in the monetary long run.

If every working-class Joe’s bank account won’t cover this monster bill and only 15 percent of the population is the problem, then why is congress punishing the bulk of the people to pay for it? Good question, but there is only one answer; it’s not about health care, it’s about corruption and control. All hail the “narced-up” Pelosi for her efforts in raping the United States under the guise of better medical treatment for the poor and illegal of this nation.

Seems the only time that the liberals remember the little people of this nation is when they are interested in promoting a cause, or interested in population control and indoctrination. The latest liberal video in support of health care reform sounds as if it were written by Representative Grayson of Florida as children rebuke those who are against the proposed package by saying that we want them to die. If such a stretch of the imagination were possible, then that would still put the conservative ahead of the liberal in that we would at least give them life and protection while they are still in the womb.

It was insulting, to say the least, that the Democrats used Christianity in one earlier attempt to make the majority fold to it’s will, but this latest has surpassed insulting and has become disgusting. The Democrats are “all-in” on support of abortion and yet they use the children that would not exist-left up to them-to now shame those who do not support their efforts to socialize medicine. What they are doing, in fact what anyone does by attempting to use children to gain favor for appropriations, is to abuse the most innocent minds and bodies of children.

How many people believe that children in an age range whose idols are Mylie Cyrus and Optumus Prime actually understand what health care is all about? They do not understand the deficit, nor do they much know or care what a president and congress really does for or too the people. They understand simpler things, such as playtime is cool and school is boring. Barbie and Ken don’t want to be senators; they want to be rock stars. My 3-year-old granddaughter does not understand the true meaning behind why Dora and Kai Lan teach her alternate words for the words she is still learning in English, she just thinks they’re her friends and until she knows otherwise I will allow her to watch the cartoons.

The children used in commercials and videos to teach the adults what they should do are pawns in a game that has become more dangerous than most of us realize. The use, abuse, and abortion, of young minds are ugly tools of propaganda that do nothing but anger people of the Christian faith and belief in freedom. What has become all the more worrisome is that adults, supposedly acting as guardians to these children, have allowed them to be used for a purpose that has monetary assignments that will cripple their futures. Granted, there are those amongst us that groom their children to earn them a fine living-stage moms, desperate has-been dads, and the lot-but there is no purpose behind using children to further a political agenda and no excuse for having done so. Videos and commercials using children to further a political agenda are on a par with the Balloon Boy’s parents attempt to get a reality show.

Bonnie, Clyde, and the gang-here to fore known as Pelosi, Reid, and the liberals-have reached new human lows in their desperation to gain control of medical profits and the minds of the American people.

Vacationing at Camp David, flying to France with the family, pleading the case for Chicago to the IOC, playing golf every Sunday, 28-campaign events to raise money and support for the Democratic Party, stalling gays on the marriage act (just another city to see and unhappy people to make), a basketball game excluding women at the White House, and we wonder why Obama cannot make time to decide what the best strategy for Afghanistan might be? That whole 30-minute episode aboard Air Force One with General McChrystal is making less, and less sense as we think of all the time Obama has to enjoy while the taxpayers are wondering if they will have a job or home next week, next month, or next year.

Okay, I’ll say it; “Air Force One has seen more action since Obama was inaugurated than a twenty-five cent hooker without panty hose.” If Obama is not jetting about the country or the world in the big bird, he’s stepping off Marine One waving and half-asswardly saluting the marine who stands proudly at guard. Talk about your carbon footprint! Between Barack and Michelle Obama, and Oprah Winfrey, the skies over Europe made Big Foot look like a little leaguer in the game of Global Warming.

And that’s another thing, stop eating meat because the production of said product leaves a massive carbon footprint. I am a carnivore, my dad is a carnivore, his dad was a carnivore, and we have a long line of meat eaters in the genealogical pool. We love our iron-rich photosynthesizing veggies as well, but broccoli, cauliflower, green beans, potatoes, and carrots are just not a meal without steak, chicken, fish, or pork. For God’s sake, I’m not building nuclear warheads in the back yard, just sitting around drinking a brewski and watching the hubby grill up a nice fat juicy piece of anti-global, love-handle making meat.

We start our day at 5 a.m., around here, and are dressed and drinking coffee, watching the news and getting milk, cereal, and a diaper change for the baby. I haven’t seen a pair of pajamas this year, because the end of the day comes quickly when the last 12-hours were spent getting the oldest grandchild on the bus, getting the baby down for a nap, and settling in the 3-year-old so that she does not kill herself while I write a minor blog and start a load of blue jeans-the hubby is sexy, but it’s not wise to send him to work naked. My husband and I spent a lot of hours on the road, in the last 2 years, but it was not a joy ride or vacation, it was work. The idea of a vacation seems like a pipe dream that other people have and we only participate in as voyeurs.

Between pull-up disasters, 8 diapers changes daily, housework, lunch, dinner, and the occasional homework assignment that I understand well-enough to be of some assistance, I have no time to dream about that distant vacation that we would have been able to take if congress had not decided that we should share our wealth. That reminds me, we need to call the bank and explain that we are wealthy enough that people, like Obama, Pelosi, and Reid, have decided we have too much money left over at the end of the month. That is certain to get a snicker from the loan officer we cannot afford to see about purchasing anything that has a price tag over two hundred dollars.

I would donate my old jeans, but they’re 3-years-old and in need of repair and I’m still wearing them because there is no money in the budget for clothing. We live as most of Middle-America does, from week-to-week and month-to-month and manage to help the parents, kids, and grandkids, as much as possible, but we’re not complaining…just puzzled where that need to spread the wealth ideology comes from. We hear those like Obama-with his half a billion wealth accumulated from novelty items before he took office-talking about how the wealth must be shared. He could send us a few million and we would distribute it evenly with others who have worked hard and are still coming up short, but we just don’t have the time to get second jobs so that some illegal alien, or lazy American will not have to put on his work boots and attend a financial windfall of his own.

Now that I have accurately described what irks the living hell out of me about redistribution of wealth, it’s time to ask when Obama is going to get to work on the real problems facing this nation and quit spending taxpayer’s dollars for a 4-year long vacation in the sun and spotlight of the world.

Nancy Pelosi wants to call the “public option” the “consumer option” because it sounds better, and less threatening. Anything but the government option will do…she doesn’t want the people to think they have to pay for public option.

The latest in the health care debate on the public option is that it will be included, but states will have the “opt-out” solution. You have to love words in a set that include “out” because it sounds like something that you can “do without, get out of, or do not have to accept.” To opt-out would be the solution for those states whose constituents do not want the sweeping health reform that this Democratic-liberal congress is proposing, but it only applies to the public option and not the whole disarray of measures that will be leveled against the taxpayer. How could we “opt-out” of having to pay billions to trillions of dollars that will inevitably lead to more massive fraud, taxes, and national debt? There is the option I would like to see included in this health monstrosity of a bill.

Medicare, a poorly run government program at best, will be the hardest hit financially by this new history-making fraudulent program, and it is taxpayer funded. Nancy Pelosi, it appears, believes in some twisted-universe that the money congress spends does not come from the taxpayer’s pocket but is manna from Heaven. Nancy, dear, let me explain; Uncle Sam pays for government run programs with taxpayer dollars. The money that you and your fellow senators spend comes from every working Joe in the nation, not from Heaven. There are no solicitous cups that sit on sidewalks where the rich and generous throw off their change, but taxes that are paid yearly at an increasingly alarming rate because senators, like yourself, are unaware that people actually get up at 5 a.m., go to work, and unhappily hand over between 10 to 15 percent of their wages to the government.

Do you wonder who Ms. Pelosi thinks it is that pays for her to travel “in-stlye” aboard a jet airplane-several times a month to and from Washington D. C.? Perhaps that is the happy Air-Fairy with her little bag of quarters, dimes, and nickels, and they say there is no pot-of-gold at the end of a rainbow.

Pet Health: Doggy Treats

Read my lips, “Guns don’t kill, people do!” How clear does it have to be before the government realizes that the average American needs their gun for protection and not to murder. Yes, some average Americans–or those who would pass for average America–do kill but under some of the strangest circumstances and for even more strange reasons; however, those people also use knives, baseball bats, poison, and vehicles when there is no gun available or when they wish to make the death look like an accident. How one could accidently whack one’s self in the head several times and with enough force that it would knock them off their feet, is beyond comprehension, but it happens. If the CDC wishes to eliminate “gun-ownership” because the gun is unhealthy, then perhaps they should make automobiles more difficult to purchase and issue a test that would define mental stability as well, because there are–without fear of contradiction–people that should never be allowed to get behind the wheel.

The CDC is studying the effects of alchol and gun relationships to injuries and death. Woohoo, how about alcohol and it’s relationship to highway massacre? Or maybe, alcohol and it’s relationship to deaths by drowning, falling, or accidently maiming another human being with a plethora of weapons not related to the gun? Let me think; you drink a 6-pack, fall off the toilet, and become irreversibly wedged between the toilet and the wall…hopefully, you will have a brain-cancer causing cell phone nearby, or you’re left in “said position” until a good samaritan comes along to help you out of your uncomfortable and limb threatening predicament. They ban cigarettes in public places, due to health hazards, but they allow people to become polluted in public. Talk about your health hazard, especially in a French restaurant where Cherries Jubilee might be served. The ratio of head to table injuries increases with each sip of a good wine.

Our forefathers did, indeed, invent a better weapon and not for less reason than the average “big-city” dweller might find to purchase a gun. They needed a better way to insure that the target, once hit, would not find a renewed energy and continue to attack. God, bless them for giving us the weapon by which many lives have been saved. The fact that the same weapon does contribute to death is unfortunate, but rarely is the trigger pulled unless the user intends to kill his or her target. Sometimes the situation is self-defense, and sometimes it’s murder, but the gun does not activate by itself and therefore is no more deadly than the vehicle that has the less-experienced driver. People kill and they will always find a manner in which to accomplish the feat, so the gun becomes redundant in matters of injury or death. With a little luck, the CDC will not discover that too many people are injured by the simpler non-weapons, such as the table knife, fork, or spoon. It’s difficult to imagine how the laws of etiquette would be re-written to accomodate the dainty art of eating soup with one’s hands.