Friday, September 4, 2020

 Hey Trump...Трахни свою мать.

I come from a service family. My great uncle on my Da's side, was army in WWII. My Moms cousin was MSG Roy Benavidez...MoH in Vietnam. My father was WIA in Vietnam at Dak To. My former BIL did Desert Storm and technically 2nd gen 101st (my Da was 101st), my brother was a Marine in Bosnia, my nephew did 2 tours in Iraq this go round. My uncles served in the Air Force, Air Force, and Marines. We just pay back for what our family has been given to us by our country.

Unlike a certain family who think they are american royalty.
I dare any of his followers to call me or mine "losers" or "suckers" in person, to my face. Go ahead, it'll be fun.
I might not win the fight. But you will know you were in one. We will both go to the ER.
If you are a veteran friend of mine and you still after this, still defend the current occupant of the white house...get the fuck off my page. I don't need or want you in my life.
My oath was to the Constitution, not to a flag, not to a song and certainly not to an occupant of the white house.
Some of you might want to remember that.

The current occupant of the white house is a fecking embarrassment, he denigrates those who have died for this country, have served this country and still actively serve this country. What the fuck is wrong with you if you still support him.

The non english opening, yeah go look that up. It's one of my favorite non english phrases I learned in the FRG. That would be the Federal Republic of Germany. Where I served in the Army of my own choice since I come from a service family. I put my ass on the line for nine years. If not for Don't Ask, Don't Tell, I would still be serving my country in my Beloved Army. I'd do it again if I was allowed. And not this fecking old.

Friday, March 20, 2020

Bag Your Own Fucking Groceries

Today Allison and I had to go to the grocery store. We were amazed at some of the stupid and entitled behavior of some people.

Listen up, if my mom could make 4 children behave in the store by herself, then some of y'all can unfuck your selfish behavior.

Standing half in the aisle intersection while chatting with your friend, blocking both the aisle and the traffic lane is fucking selfish.

Squatting down in the middle of the aisle to read the cans and not paying attention to those who are trying to get around you without running over you, is fucking selfish.

Cutting in front of people to get to the red meat like you are the only one who matters, regardless of the fact you seriously cut off an older woman who was there before you even turned your head towards the meat and cutting off Allison who was already in motion is fucking selfish.

And then there's the woman who stuffed two carts worth of stuff into one cart. I ended up calling her the entitled prepper princess. At least she didn't have more than 2 packages of tp. Oh, that's right, the store has a 2 package limit. She had the look. You know the look I'm talking about, you've seen it. You've even pointed the look out to others.

Lines are long, people are worried, stressed and tempers are short. Let's face it, shopping is a pain in the ass on a good day. But...

If you are going to huff and sigh, then maybe, entitled prepper princess, maybe you should help bag your own fucking groceries. Each time the cashier had to look at the little sticker on produce and enter the code on the sticker, epp just had to make a comment or clear her throat and I kid you not, roll her eyes as soon as the cashier looked away from epp. The cashier then bagged several items. Epp would take the bag, walk to the end of the cashier station, you know, where the bagger normally stands and puts the one bag in her cart.

At one point the man in front of us, who has scooted his cart up to his person as he could so that we could put items on the belt, was trying to put the watermelon on the belt, but couldn't quite get it. I asked him if he wanted help, but he looked like he didn't understand. So, I tried in Spanish. He understood and said "yes, thank you."

Epp, who up to this point was ignoring the world around her, suddenly cannot stop staring/glaring at us. I didn't say a word, I just glared back. Each time she came back from what I call the "bag journey" she just had to glare. I had to glare back. I was almost certain that she would say something. I was waiting for it. She settled for glaring. I settled for glaring back. At a certain point I came to feel sorry for her but only because her brain probably can't work in two languages.

She finally left. Her thank you to the cashier was incredibly bored and insincere.

The gentleman in front of us thanked me in for my help.

Do you know what is not selfish?

The lady behind us had left her teenage daughter in the car, and locked the doors. Daughter opened the car door which set off the car alarm. Instead of just rushing off, the lady explained what happened and asked if we minded if she left her cart and things to run out to fob off the car alarm. We said yes, and we kept her place in the line. She returned in less than three minutes. This time her daughter was with her. Her daughter was disappointed that the eggs were sold out. We told her which store might have eggs (the store in question is owned by our neighbors) and where said store is located.

We gave the cashier time to breathe before she got to us.

Allison gave the cashier the heads up that we would help bag the groceries. And we did. We sincerely thanked our cashier and the sad part is that she looked surprised to have someone else help bag and that the thank you was sincere.

We didn't huff or sigh at her. We didn't bitch about her having to look at the sticker to ring up our produce.

Don't be an epp.

Thursday, October 17, 2019

When do you say enough?

At what point do you say enough?

At what point do you admit that the person you voted for is not what is best for this country?

At what point do you admit that you made a mistake?

That is what I want to know from my friends. Hell, even from my not so friends.

At what point?

Is it when an electoral college hands the highest office in the US to an absolute idiot who has a history of lining his own pockets at the expense of others, despite the fact that his opponent won the popular vote by 3 million voters?

Question throw out to those "electoral voters". What is the price of your soul? Thirty pieces of silver? What exactly did you receive for your votes, especially for those in the states that were not won by the current occupant of the white house? I'm seriously curious.

I get it, you didn't like her because "she's not likable".  Fuck that excuse. Anyone who pisses off Putin just because she says "NO" to him makes me smile. I trained to kill people like Putin. By the way, just a reminder, we don't bow down to Russian leaders. We bow to no one.

Some of my friends are truck drivers. How's that vote working out for you? I'm laughing at you now because your wallet is suffering. Yes, you knew back then I could be a fucking jerk. I'm still a fucking jerk because you have always said "I'll own my mistakes." Own scoring your goal now.

Some of my friends are farmer families. They voted for a certain someone because "I don't like her". How's that vote going for you? Own scoring your own goal.

Some of my army friends who have gone to war for the last, what 30 years? How the fuck is that vote working out for you? I didn't always like the last guy, but at least he tripled the VA budget so that maybe when you got hit, you might get what is owed to you, but no, you voted for the other guy because "she wasn't nice to us". Scored your own goal, your kids are going next, tell 'em to stay civi street. This guy, well, hope you don't need your government to help you out. Because this guy, it's not going to happen.

The current guy is cuddling up to our enemies, pissing off our allies, making sure that your great grandchildren are going to have to pay off his tax cuts to the uber-rich and generally causing fuckery everywhere and oh by the way insulting those who actually served in uniform and went to war when this country asked. And yet, some of you are still set in your "he's my guy".

Well, at what point, when do you say enough? I really want to know.

Y'all are fodder to him. He will use you, and he will toss you to the side when you are no longer convenient. And y'all think he loves you.

Even worse, your children's blood, when he gets them killed for his money, and the money that benefits HIS children, well too bad. We'll just call that scoring your kid's goal. Hope you can live with that.

When do you say enough? When to you put country over party? When do you believe in the Constitution over convenient lies?

When do recognize that you have been lied to?

I really want to know.

Three years in, it's a Mongolian fucking goatscrew and I'd like to know when you fuckers have had enough.

I've fucking had enough.

Monday, April 29, 2019

How Many Lies?

This is the lie.

Really, some of you actually believe this?

How fucking sad are you? I've never known any mother to be who would "conspire" with a doctor who delivered her child to "execute" the child.

I have never really wanted to be a mom. I'm too terrified that my kid would be just like me. Let's face it, that would be a scary child. Those of you who know me, know what I'm talking about. I'm the kind that would tell my child to let the other kid throw the first punch, and then finish the fucker. I would also teach my child how to finish the fucker. I would also be the kind of parent who teaches her young how to lay down a really good ambush and double tap the enemy. You don't want me being a parent.

That being said, I am sick to death of some of you giving the current occupant of the white house a pass. For every fucking lie, you give him a pass for whatever fucking reason that makes you sleep better at night.

Keep this in mind, if he gets his complete way, at some point you enablers are going to come into his cross hairs. And then, just then you will care. It's fine to you if he and his administration fuck people over, as long as it's not YOU.

Guess what cupcake, at some point you are going to be in his cross hairs. When that happens, if I'm not in prison, I am going to laugh my arse off at you. Do you know why?

Because I'm not a hypocrite. I'm an asshole, but not a hypocrite. You will have earned what you receive. At some point he and his policy is going to touch you, in a bad way, I'm not going to hold your hand, I'm not going to whisper words of sympathy or platitude. I am going to full on laugh and ask you if you've learned anything.

I've had friends who've been pregnant and lost their child in the last week. It's heart wrenching, it's unspeakable pain, it cannot be described. And for this sorry excuse for an oxygen waster to lie about mothers and doctors deciding to "execute" a child I can't even begin to describe my absolute disgust and hatred.  Not just for him, but for those of you in his "party" who would either agree with or if you don't agree with it, but those who 'give him a pass' for it, for those of you who would call it 'party politics'.

God is watching. And some of you who are complicit in his lies by doing nothing, saying are going to be so surprised when you try to enter God's Gate.

Friday, March 15, 2019

Today I'm not going to be an asshole

I'm not.

I'm going to tell you a story.

And it's remains a life defining moment for me. It's also why I will never look at a Muslim person with suspicion in my heart first.

Imagine it...1991. Saudi Arabia, The Gulf War... with my US Army Reserve unit at a Forward Operating Base off Tap Line Road. My unit was a Civil Affairs unit. Basically this is one of the few units in the military that has multiple mission capability that generally does not involve blowing shit up or actively hunting the enemy. I was on the EPW team. As in Enemy Prisoner of War team aka the bad guys. We were assigned a Muslim Kuwaiti interpreter. I'm sorry it's been years and I don't recall his name. I wish I did.

Now up until then all I really knew about Muslims is that they were from the Middle East and were still really pissed off about the crusades. I was still a marginal Catholic at the time, go figure. I did not trust him. I did not trust anyone who looked like the enemy. (As a side note, I still do not trust Russians who grew up or were adults during the communist regime)

My EPW team was attached to some Ft. Hood MP's so when it was time we moved up (as we later found out it was the night before the morning the ground war kicked off) to an EPW collection point. Let me tell you it was a freaking long drive. We are talking hours. The CP was less than two klicks (kilometers for you non military types) from the Iraqi border. After arrival we set up tents, cots and personal gear. My half of the team lost the coin toss and had to stay up while the other half of the team got to rack out and get some rest. We took in somewhere around 250 prisoners for processing during that time. Part of the team questioned, then sent them to us for holding.

My squad got to sit guard outside of the holding tent. It was a huge fecking tent. The MPs with us were inside. For hours. Until they got word that they had to move out to go outside the wire to collect some of their other MPs who were in a bit of a bind.

That means one of my teammates has to go in the tent and stand over watch. I'm outside with my squad leader, and our interpreter. The Muslim guy. Who I don't trust. Who has been nothing but cooperative and beyond helpful according to everyone who has worked with him. To me, he was a potential enemy.

Then in the middle of night, in a sideways driving rainstorm it hits me in the side of the head, much like that needle like rain beating my ear to death, that we are one team member short. And quite honestly if I ever meet one each Beach, John I will be going to jail for assault. Me using his actual name is a rarity, normally I just call him sleeping beauty. Keep in mind we both continued in the unit for several more years. We never said more than 20 maybe words between us after that night. Mine were always sleeping beauty. He learned to walk away from me.

I pointed out to my squad leader that we were short so he went off to look for said missing team member.

I don't remember how long it took, standing guard outside in blowing wind, sideways driving winter rain with not a word spoken between me and the only other person left. The Muslim. Who I did not trust.

A while later part of the other half of the team filed out from sleeping tents because transports arrived. It was time to move the enemy captured to the rear. My squad leader has still not returned. My missing team mate (I use that term loosely) has not arrived. We have approximately 250 enemy who want to get the fuck out of the tent and back to somewhere warm. Only there are two enemy in the tent who are Republican Guard. I get the shouted order to send ten prisoners down. Our interpreter waits until I give him the head nod. He relays the order for 10 to come out of the tent. Then I hear shouting from inside the tent from my team mate who is being attacked by two RG's who are trying to take his M16. Now I give SGT. Rene Segundo all the credit in the world for following my many weeks earlier instructions as to what to do if an enemy tries to take your weapon if you are guarding him. I advised to step into your sling, tug the weapon to your body, hold on for dear life and shout like a motherfucker. He did.

The EPWs rushed the door of the tent, created a bottleneck and kept me from getting to my team mate. I started shouting instructions at our interpreter who despite my absolute distrust did so (trust me, I remembered how some of the words sounded and checked it out with a couple of other interps at the FOB through some MPs who also did not always trust theirs) and after several tense moments, including pulling an M1911 .45 pistol which really got them moving backwards and clearing the way to SGT Segundo and helping get him out.

This man, this Muslim did not have to do that. He did not have to assist me, asshole that I was in my silence and distrust of him and yet he did. Even though I'm a woman. Even though I could have been considered an infidel, even though I didn't trust him at all. He relayed my words, even as I taunted them with the fact that if a woman were to kill them they would not reach heaven and Allah's reward. Words that to his faith were without a doubt heresy and sacrilege. To this day I remember the expression on his face when I said "tell them I'm a woman Irish devil and I will send them to hell". He told them.

SGT Segundo was removed safely from the tent, the RG's were properly subdued and segregated and I learned a lesson in life. That lesson was a Muslim isn't always who you've been told he or she is.

His only concern after it was over was that SGT Segundo was safe and in good health.

A few weeks later I volunteered to take his family in Kuwait some supplies. We took water, food, basics to them. They didn't even know we were coming. When we arrived they insisted on using the last of what water they thought they had to make us tea and a sweet almond desert.

I also learned that they had lost family to the Iraqi's in the form of execution, torture and 'disappearance'. The expression on his face when he learned who had been murdered, tortured and disappeared made me understand how little I knew.

Because of him, my friend is still alive. I could not have done that alone. Because of him I read the Quran (twice actually). Because of him I asked questions to understand it. And then re read the Bible again (repeatedly).

Because of him and his actions I do understand that no, not every Muslim is a 'terrorist'. Because I spent the day with his family who had next to nothing when they opened the door to us and immediately offered us the last of their water in the tea they insisted on giving us, who did not mind that we were dust covered and smelled pretty bad into their home, I understand what their good book means when it says "welcome strangers as your family".

So, quite honestly if you hate Muslims, even if you've never met one, I feel fucking sorry for you. You are missing out on an extraordinary people.

And tonight I will say an extra prayer for those 49 souls who were massacred while practicing their faith, in their church who had done harm to none.

And for those of you who will ignore the everyday Muslim and only use the extremist Muslim as your example to defend your ignorance, your bias and your bigotry, I used to be you. I grew a fucking brain.  And truly if you can only point out Muslim extremists, without owning Christian extremists, you are a fucking liar and hypocrite. There is no light without dark and no dark without light.

And your excuse for white extremist murderers being "mentally ill" doesn't work if you stand behind "Muslims are killers and terrorists because they worship the wrong god". If you damn one, then you must damn all for their "religious" murders.

If you don't like what I've said, that's on you. I suggest you take a good long look in the fucking mirror and own your hypocrisy. One radicalized Muslim kills y'all lose your fucking minds. A white 'Christian' kills, 'lonewolf insane man'. That's hypocrisy.

لترتاح أرواحكم مع الله

Friday, March 1, 2019

So, for those who obviously don't know how Facebook works.

Your page is your page. You post things you want to post or share on your page. Those posts go into the "news feed" that your friends can see. You can chose to respond or you can keep on scrolling.

I go in to this because today a person who exists on my friends list (don't ask why this person is on my list, suffice to say it's a long story and has to do with respect for others) FB IM'd me yet again with another one of their memes. Now keep in mind that I have asked politely repeatedly that this person not do this. We have polar opposite ideas. Also keep in mind that I do not IM this person except to respond to IMs or for birthday/holiday wishes. I don't go to this person's page and peruse what is going on in life.

Said person has used the 1st Amendment argument when I ask politely (I use the word please) that their meme not be IM'd to me. I don't care what you share with others, just don't include me on your list. I will relay again that the 1st Amendment states that the government will not come get you when you disagree at any level with what they are or are not doing. That's pretty much it.

Said person states that I use a "double standard". Well, actually no I don't. I'm an asshole a lot of time. But, I'm an asshole on MY FB page. I don't post on this person's FB page and have not been an asshole on this person's page. That would be a double standard.

I try very hard not to go playing in someone else's sandbox. I don't always succeed, but I try. I used to be very bad about that, but then about three years ago I put a friend on FB in the uncomfortable position of having to defend themselves because of my words (which truly were poorly chosen and completely wrong). I try very hard not to do that again. I don't always succeed.

If I disagree with someone, I usually tend to shake my head or roll my eyes, then I scroll right along. I don't need to agree with you. I don't need to publicly disagree with you.

If I truly, truly disagree with you I'll put you on block, or unfriend you. Simple. I will also block or unfriend if you enter the "zero talking room" or "holier than thou" zones. Which means if you call others out for things that I know you have done or still do, yep gone and I'll let you know why you are gone.

And then there's the passive/aggressive thing...don't poke the bear and then get all pissy when I get mad at you or call you on it.

If I hurt someone's feeling or piss you off accidentally I'll apologize and mean it. If I poke the bear on purpose I have no business apologizing. I own it when I purposely piss someone off.

And just for the record, to this person, if you say you are going to block or unfriend me, please go right ahead and unass my area of operation. It will not hurt my feelings.


Friday, February 15, 2019

*me running around, waving my hands around my head to the sound of the sky falling*


I say let him have his little national emergency. And take those billions from the defense budget. And when those projects he's taking the money from get killed, y'all can go cry to him and those who enable him. Oh yeah, if you are of the military or military contractor ilk and you support him, you're about the get fecked again. But hey, you've got those thoughts and prayers to keep you warm at night. How's that 10% raise he boasted about going for you? And when it costs money and jobs, I'm going to laugh my arse off. LOUDLY.

Oddly, there is an effective bit of technology that works even better than a wall. And it was suggested by *gasp* a Republican. It can do things that a wall can't tell you.

Look here, look here...

Also, this is something that has been bugging me for quite a while. The current occupant of the white house talking about "our southern culture and heritage".

He's a fucking yankee. He's not even a carpetbagger. He's a fucking yankee. And none of his people fought for the South either.

That's right up there with yankee's flying a confederate flag.

Dear normal everyday Republicans...take back your party. Please. By the way, how are those tax refunds going for you?

Have a wonderful day.