October 30, 2009
After a slow start, it was a very busy trick-or-treat evening. I had to break out the emergency stash before the night was over. I was glad to see more true costumes and fewer lads clad in hunting gear and cammo face paint. There were a lot of Disney Princess costumes, and several higher end suits that could not have been purchased at Wal*Mart.
Didn’t have too many older teens, but did have a few that seemed a bit too tall to be begging for candy. Oh, then there are the babies. I did make a point to say “This candy is obviously going to be eaten by mommy and daddy.” But I said it with a smile to the NINE MONTH OLD. And then there was the 2-yr old.
I had one lady with her 2-yr old that set me on fire, figuratively. First she said “I don’t think he’ll come up the stairs,” referring to the five steps up to my porch. Now, this little fella wasn’t handicapped, he was 2. So I looked at the little guy, held out a Reese’s Cup and said “Come get your Halloween candy.” He was a little skiddish. But then the mom went on to say “Oh, he’s 2, he can’t have peanuts. You know the doctors don’t want them to have peanuts yets.” “Ok,” I thought. “Well, I have Reese’s Pieces, Reese’s Cups …” “No. He can’t have peanut butter either.” So I dug around and found some Hershey’s Kisses.
Now, trick-or-treating is a simple process. You beg for candy and someone gives you candy. You don’t make demands of the treating party. If you don’t want to go up 5 steps, don’t go in the yard. If you don’t want the candy trade it off to someone. I am not an entitlement program. I don’t HAVE to give you or your brat anything. But I do. Instead of being gracious that I would waste +$20 on candy and just give it out to strangers she expected me to cater to her child.
Now I set my sights on Christmas. I’m not forgetting Thanksgiving, but it is always more subdued. Mostly just one large dinner. I want some new Christmas decorations for my yard. I have a favorite 2-yr old who will really enjoy decorations this year.
October 29, 2009
“If I weren’t president, I would be happy to catch the shuttle with my wife to take her to a Broadway show, as I had promised her during the campaign, and there would be no fuss and no muss and no photographers,” he said. “That would please me greatly.”
Waaaa! Waaaa! I wanted to be President but I didn’t know people would be mean to me. Waaa! Waaa!
Come on people. When you decide to stand for any political office, you know you are like velcro to media and criticism lint. The dumb-*ss stood in front of millions and boasted how ready he was for the job. His followers railled against those of us who questioned his experience (yet his followers cried fowl when you compared his to Palin’s). I thought he was gonna “hit the ground running” and not be held up with all the learning curve shit.
Please.
Who minded the vege garden while they traveled the world? He’s got all the time in the world to hold photo-shoots on the golf course and basketball court, where’s his time for our soldiers?
He lifted the 18-year ban on media coverage of the return of fallen soldiers but only finds time to stop in to pay respects when he’s taking a beating over his delay on a decision to increast troops to Afganistan. The ‘patriots for peace’ screamed “Bush Lied Troops Died”. Where are they now that the Big O is sitting with his thumb up his *ss now?
He’s all show and no substance. He’s a fraud.
October 28, 2009
Ahhh Halloween. You know, Halloween was the very first word I learned to spell. I don’t know why. I remember going over it, and over it at my grandmother’s house. I would run back and forth from the bedroom where the spelling book was (remember spelling books) to the kitchen where the grown-ups were. They were always in the kitchen.
I only recall one Halloween costume. It was a store bough Cinderella costume. I remember it because I got more compliments on my eyes than I have ever had in my life. The mask was just one of those plastic things with elastic that covers your eyes. It was pink and it set off my blue eyes magically.
I remember the year I got my tonsils out and missed going trick-or-treating. I don’t remember specific years, but I remember not being able to carry all the candy I would get. I would have one of those plastic jack-o-lantern buckets with the thin plastic handle that cut into your hand when it got 1/2 full. One lady in our town made hot chocolate every year. She was one of the elementary school cooks. She would fill a big coffee pot with the stuff and hand it out as kids came by.
It was always dark, and generally very cold. Some of the hooligans would gather up woody debris all month long, block the roads and burn the junk late in the night. No one every got hurt, but as I got older I wondered how an ambulance could reach my grandmother if she got sick on Halloween.
There were a few episodes of ‘egging’ that went on. That was usually after I was home, warm, and munching candy. Even then I wasn’t much of a night owl.
The small community where I grew up was perfect for the holler kids to come to. Parents would drop them off at the elementary school and come back 2 hours later. We walked the 1/2 mile perimeter and the 3 internal streets. Today’s little bastards are driven from house to freakin house. I get mad every year. The lazy, fat-bastard parents toting their lazy fat spawn in a mini-van with doors hanging open.
I don’t have too many decorations up this year. I’ve just had too much going on and, honestly, I’ve been too tired. I may drag out the fog machine and spooky CDs. Shit — I have to get candy, too.
October 21, 2009
I woke up this morning and got myself a beer. I turned on some music to start my day. I was greeted with the headline:
Megan Williams to recant Logan County sex-torture testimony
My first thoughts were, “People were convicted of this ‘crime,’ now she says she made it up.”
It is a sensational story. Accusations of hate crimes and torture. Media stories citing Tawana Brawley; high profile community ‘leaders’ demanding justice; groups marching for “justice“: and, race tensions exaserbated.
All this, maybe for nothing.
Back in 2007, I commented that I didn’t think what happend to Ms. Williams added up to a “hate crime.” She apparently knew her assailants and seemed to have an on/off/repeat relationship with them. I also touched on the larger issue of domestic vilolence.
Now it appears that much of the outrage may have been in vain. Ms. Williams is recanting her story. The prosecutor claims the convictions were legit based on evidence which did not include her testimony.
“Each of them made statements incriminating themselves and others. When you sat back and looked at it in its entirety, there was a pretty clear picture of what had taken place,” Abraham said.
But, were they really trying to tell the truth, or find a way to get the least amount of punishment out of the mob mentality. Let’s face it, when someone (primarily a male) is accused of a sex crime his is immediately considered guilty by society. Forget what the Constituion says, in practice, an accused sex offender must prove he didn’t do it.
If that person is aquitted of the accusations (found not guilty in other words) he will forever be followed by “Yes, but did you know he was on trial for a sex crime?” “I wouldn’t let my child around him. He was charged with molesting someone.” (Leaving out the crucial part about not being convicted.)
Then there is the ever popular “He got lucky. His lawyer found a loop-hole.”
Now, in the Williams case, there was obviously something wrong in the relationship. I don’t doubt there was some physical fight, and perhaps emotional abuse. But this entire region was near riot because of what may be a fabrication. People donated money to a family to help with medical and legal fees based on a lie.
Will Malik Shabazz and his Black Lawyers for Justice group stand up and appologize for the incendiary remarks they made while in the area? I doubt it. Ms. Williams exaggerations will be cloaked in a Dan Rather like paraphrase “hate crimes are real even if this case isn’t.”
I”m not saying Ms. Williams wasn’t abused. There is definately something wrong with this picture. I am trying to show that it is easy to sling sex crime accusations and make them stick, even if there is little to no evidence anything happened. People’s lives, and those of family and friends, are destroyed by false accusations of sex crimes.
October 20, 2009
Illegals are offended. So?
Sorry folks, but if this is offensive to you then kiss my fat *ss. It’s a damn Halloween costume. And it’s funny as h*ll. Halloween is not a holiday of love for all and world peace. It’s all about plastic poop and vampire blood. Little girls dressed as princesses, little boys dressed as Trasformers, teenagers dressed like idiots, and grown men and women dressing to piss off a segment of the population.
Why is it ok to have costumes of Sarah Palin or Monica Lewinsky but not an Area 51 prisoner?
Get a life people. If this offends you go the h*ll back to your home country.
