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Cows. Moo.

I didn’t get a picture, so stock art had to do for this post. After my hour of downtime I headed out to work. I made it a whole 5 blocks and had to stop and put cows away.

Ok, so they were yearlings and fairly small, I’ve met some dogs that were nearly as large, and comically I thought to myself that the chiropractor and two of my clients were larger than the two calves.

But the extra comical part was that another lady in a minivan headed the opposite direction stopped to help keep traffic stopped. She asked me if they were mine. I simply replied “No, but I have handled cows before”.

I proceeded to get the two calves inside their property and closed the gate as best as I was able. I hoped they stayed put long enough for their owner to return.

It’s one of very few grandfathered farms within city limits. Probably a dozen acres, and right next to the railroad tracks, but very much surrounded by city residential neighborhood. It was just amusing.

I texted Nathan about my post vote derail, and he replied: “They have cows? I guess they do since you just put them back… You just had an Altamont moment…🐄🐄🐄🐄”

I simply replied yep, but thought: Altamont, Ainsworth, Brayton, Cameron, Bethany, Ridgeway, and Eagleville. Though that last one was an old mare that would stand on the 2 lane highway just about every week, and I didn’t actually make contact, you just had to get close and she’d take off up the driveway.

My life sure has been interesting at times! Vote-Moo!

May you have an amusing electoral day. May you enjoy the odd moments of life. May you see your special moments.

Om Shanti

Post 1 of 2; Warning: Includes Profanity

Dearest Daddy,

Since you enjoy stalking me so much, you should just bookmark this blog post so that you can get to it easily. Then you won’t need your Chinese stalker software which is hypocrisy since you always freely say you hate the Chinese and anything they make.

As for the reason for this post: I am writing to give you a taste of your own medicine. You want respect, but you have always been too busy passing judgment, scrutiny, and blame to earn any. Are you dead yet? I don’t understand why you stalk someone that you only want to own, and don’t actually like or love. I punched you once, and if it weren’t so damn inconvenient for me, I’d drive to Arizona and punch you again.

You can own property, you can own things, you can own businesses, but you can never truly own people.

I’m sorry that you were lied to and you fell for it hook, line, and sinker, but you don’t own me and never did. Frankly, it is quite icky that you are attacking us from 4 states away with a very clear message of ownership. The things you spread into my dreams and thoughts are disgusting, and last night Nathan was helping me get you out and he learned what I was talking about. He got them directly because you attacked him when he tried to cut cords. Your rancid thoughts are so disgusting, about me being yours like someone would claim a sex slave, and that Nathan isn’t worthy and you want him dead. You are the one that needs to die. There is no reason on god’s green earth why your child should ever experience your perverted thoughts, and be told of your desire to screw me. There is no reason on god’s green earth that I should know about the lack of functionality of your dick. Yet I do, and both put together- I think I know why God took the functionality of your dick: he knew you were too damned perverted and dense to keep control of it, so he took it for you. I wouldn’t be one bit surprised if I have half siblings somewhere in the world that no one knows about. I’m also starting to understand really, truly and fully how the molestation happened when I was a child. Your recent ambush has given it away. You wanted to fuck me and knew you would experience god’s wrath if you did, so you sent a boy to do it for you, you sick bastard. I hope you get your just desserts for that ickiness.

You pretended to play protector, but you were anything but. The boy trying to force me to have sex, and you pretending you didn’t know. You put us in a shitty ass mobile home and then used the money you didn’t have to spend on housing, taking “business trips” so you could go fuck other women. I remember cowering in the bath-tub with mom and J. when I was 6 years old, afraid our home was going to be blown away with us in it, and you were supposedly on a business trip. I wonder who you were fucking that night. Telling me this and that were bad for me and would make me fat and ugly, making my body afraid of everything under the sun, but you didn’t follow any of it yourself. You still to this day eat every shred of shitty food you can find, turn your nose up at anything healthy, and yet pick apart my food choices when I am trying to meet the standard that you brainwashed me into seeing as necessary.

Furthermore, this nonsense of spreading your seed. Another lie you fell for. Yet you seem adamant that I need to fall for it too, and I refuse. Humans are not here to solely procreate, if that were true we would die shortly after our last child was able to support themselves. You are here to enable the human race to survive, that isn’t just producing offspring. If you can’t take care of and improve the home- our planet, for your children, then their chances of survival are nil and procreation was pointless. Humans have the responsibility to better the Earth so that offspring can continue to survive and keep the cycle going. If you fail to follow through with being caretaker for the planet then your seed is worthless. From experience I can honestly say that regardless of how many children you conceived (known or unknown) you did nothing to better the world and help ensure survival of future generations. Your greed and outdated beliefs and values demonstrated that time and time again. Your seed was worthless to begin with, so don’t be so damn upset that at 77 your dick doesn’t work and your semen is clear. And for fuck’s sake stop telling me and everyone around you about it.

You never wanted me, the whole of who I am. I have no idea what sordid, deluded, disgusting idea you really had when I was born, but you never really wanted me, my soul, my spirit.

You didn’t want someone interested in art and music, you merely humored me, hoping I would come around and be an engineer like you and fulfill some fucked up potential that you failed to meet for yourself. When I wanted to go to school for the things that brought me joy, you made sure to make it as difficult as possible and tell me repeatedly I was making a mistake. My only mistake was listening to anything you ever said to me.

You blame Nathan for me being who I am. Here’s a fucking clue, the only thing Nathan ever did was take interest in me and support me emotionally. He genuinely cared who I was- wholly and completely, and did what he could to give me the emotional support needed to take action towards the things I wanted. He helped me reach my own goals. He was the first person beyond my mother, that wanted me to get what I wanted. He was the first human to love me unconditionally, through thick and thin, and regardless of how I acted, what I did, or what I wanted. You failed to ever see me, who I was, what I wanted, where I wanted to go, what I wanted to do. You didn’t even know the meaning of emotional support, spending all your time providing emotional traumas. I now understand that curfews and preventing me from dating, were all just because you wanted to keep me for your sick perverted self. I now understand that you always saw me as property and never as my own capable human being.

You didn’t want a strong woman for a daughter, you probably wanted another son to smack around, like you did with all of them. No you had no problem telling me to go fetch the football for the boys, but girls couldn’t actually play football. Girls weren’t allowed to do much of anything. Just shut up and look pretty. Bonus, the few times I stood up for myself you put me down, even going as far as telling mom I was just being a whiney bitch.

Well daddy, your girl has grown up and I am totally and completely over your sick perverted nothingness. Leave me the fuck alone. Quit stalking me, and quit draining me with your disgusting muck. At this point anything and everything that even slightly looks or feels like you , I will avoid like the plague.

I know you will never change, because I have seen it. You fail to deal with anything, and you have as many addictions as you ever did, still watching porn nightly. Oh, you think we didn’t notice, but you are so deaf we were afraid your porn would wake our toddlers up. Your delusional mind seems to be hell bent on doing and being the worst possible human being that you can be, so you might as well throw in the towel. At this point it would be a flat out miracle if you changed anything, let alone enough to heal yourself. So stop fucking me over every day with your energetic bullshit. Just let go and die. It’s that simple.

Just let go of me, you’ll never get me to change, most everything about me is in response to a strong desire to be the exact opposite of you, and the things that aren’t are because I work every day to make myself a better person. I want to reach for better and be the best person with the best positive impact on this world that I can be.

Fuck you very much. Fuck you, your fucking horse, and your fucking horses’ donkey. Take a really really long fucking walk off of a really fucking short pier, and leave me the fuck out of it. You have burned too many bridges and you will never come back to my home alive- especially while you are still having nightly porn forrays.

Good bye.

I refuse.

I went off on my older house-call lady this afternoon and walked out afterwards saying I wouldn’t charge her, but I wouldn’t be back either.

First see here for a link to a blog from a while ago, but on a topic I’ve had too many discussions over in my adult life: women must have done something to attract rape (this is beyond victim energetics, which often starts very young because of an abuser in early childhood).

Here’s the problem, most rapes are carried out by men. The physicality of anatomy and physiology means that it is very difficult for a woman to truly rape a man the way that men regularly rape women. For the power-based forced-sex to happen, a woman literally has to drug a man to make sure he is incapacitated and still erect. So most female rape perps are age based, older woman has sex with a teenager type thing. We still see that as wrong and deserving of punishment, but does anyone ever blame the boy that is taken advantage of- NO!

Yet we regularly defend men in a rape allegation, as the woman must have done something to invite it. WRONG!!!!!!!!

How about instead of allowing men to keep perpetuating their shitty behaviour, maybe us women should just start going around slicing off peni and testicles. We could put them on ice and have test tube babies that never get damaged by inappropriate behavior from men. I doubt anyone would say that ‘maybe the man wore too tight of pants’, or that they are to blame because ‘they stayed out to late’.

Yet, if we women started a revenge rampage by slicking dicks off, you’d bet your last dollar that shit would change quick. Not only would the men never get accused of inviting such hideous crimes, but the search for the perps would be hard and fast.

So I ask you, why is rape against women not held to the same standard?

This week I’ve heard our front desk lady get called doll and missy. If I had been working the front desk I’m not sure what I would have done. It’s inappropriate to slap a paying customer, but that is what I would like to have done. She is a grown woman, not some little missy to talk down to. She is a grown woman not a doll for a toddler to play with. Get your fucking act together and treat us with respect damn it. How many decades do your wives, mothers, daughters, nieces, and aunts have to be battered, beaten, talked down to, taken advantage of, and treated as less than. Your fucking penis wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for a woman.

The men that are good men should be sticking up for women more loudly, and sometimes that means pull your head out of your ass and do the right thing. It means vote slime-balls out of office. It means vote for stricter punishment. It means turn someone into authorities when you know they did something wrong. It means protect women when you could walk away. It means correcting other men’s demeaning behaviors. And for God’s sake it means never, ever accuse a woman of anything when she has said someone raped or molested her.

And that brings me around to my old lady. She was all Trump supporting nonsense, and I tried to politely correct her. When she proceeded to argue and dig in, I lost it.

I went off on how Trump is a womanizing ass-hat with cronies that are even worse. I pointed out that he was recorded saying he had the right to grab a woman by the pussy. It was played on live television over and over again. I told her: “how did that not register in your brain anywhere, how can you let that slide for any reason”. It should have never happened, our children should have never been exposed to those words used in that way, let alone repeatedly on the news. I said “as a woman with a vagina how can you think a human that says words like that is even acceptable, let alone worth having as the leader of our country”. I explained that even if she ignored all of his other failures, that statements like that should be enough to say no.

It is simply not okay. Women are worth more than that, and no woman should ever be grabbed by her pussy, especially someone using it as a power play. How anyone in their right mind can accept a man that says horrible things like that is beyond me. And I simply can’t tolerate it anymore.

I’m half tempted to put a sign on my office saying Trump supporters not welcome, and willingly deal with the backlash.

If you as a man think you respect women, then you need to look at your behaviors. Do you let other men talk like that to women? Do you call women sweetie, or honey and they aren’t your spouse? Do you stop men when they are disrespectful to women? If Trump said he would grab your wife or sister or daughter or mother by the pussy, would you re-elect him?

This behavior must stop. NOW!!!!!

This is one woman that has to much respect for my own gender to continue to tolerate any of that behavior, and I’m seriously feeling a slice and dice rampage right at the moment.

If you can not respect that women have taken that abuse, and held down jobs, and given birth the the new generations, and raised their families, and kept homes in order, then you need not live any longer.

My own father was that womanizer. Calling women ugly, fat, looking at us like objects for his approval or disapproval, having extramarital affairs without consent of his wife, my mother. I remember when mom found out about the one. As an adult I learned mom knew for certain about 2, but suspected 2 more. See the problem with an affair is you disrespect your spouse by not giving them the respect of choice, you disrespect your spouse by lieing and hiding the secrets and it causes emotional damage because your spouse internalizes that they must be less than, or did something wrong. All the while it was your hiding, secrecy, and lies that were wrong. But that wasn’t good enough, every shopping outing was judgement of complete strangers. How they dressed, what they wore, how they did their hair, whether they met your definition of beautiful or not. Scrutiny of skin color and ethnicity. It was all there and all atrocious behavior.

It made us all hate him for his bad behavior, but no one told him directly. My mother only told him the one time that she knew he was having an affair, and said it better stop or there would be consequences. He stopped just long enough that she quit watching. None of us children were able to say anything, too young and the damage was already done. And not a single other person told him what he was doing was wrong that he was talking poorly of people and mistreating both his wife and his mistresses.

That is why I am so adamant for polyamory where everyone knows and is openly accepting and loving, where kids are safe and taught that love and respect is more important than quantity or rules. Where behaviors are kept in check and always respectful of the entire family. Where children learn how to respect women, especially their mothers, and mothers are supported by extra hands on deck which automatically teaches children not only that women deserve respect, but what the mechanics of respect look like. And no one deserves to be called pet names. Use their real fucking name for God’s sake, unless they request otherwise.

I’m done renting for now.

May you see the respect you deserve. May you know your are loved. May all women be treated with love and respect and given the rights and retribution they deserve. May women be supported and slime-balls ass-hats die (or at least not be re-elected). May women know they have their power back and God’s supports us.

Siva Hir Su