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“Uvalde Schools Locked Down at Least 48 Times This Academic Year”

Interesting bit of speculation on the Uvalde school shooter who, among others, is being used to move further towards disarming all law abiding citizens of the USA:

https://gab.com/PetaRussell/posts/108407155136554759

On a related note to the shared Rappoport article, an article from September 2020:

https://dailycaller.com/2020/09/01/texas-mexico-border-illegal-immigrants-narcotics-seizure/

Meh, never mind about the commenting, no one’s gonna talk to me. Meanies. Just come out of the “progressive” stupor, that’s all I ask.

Clothing · Fashion · Human behavior · Uncategorized

Something I do not love … MUFFIN TOP

Because Muffin Top means someone is wearing clothes that are way too small!

Muffin tops, where jiggly belly spills over clothes waistline are, I think, especially a woman thing. With men they’re called beer bellies or love handles and are considered a “just deal with it” sort of thing. With women, appearances have always been more of a “my life’s worth depends on this” situation, so it’s a bit more urgent. First world problem, yes, but still a problem in life.

There’s a simple solution to muffin top…it’s this: Get over your obsession with being a “high status” small clothing size and wear clothes that actually fit you as you are now. Appalling idea, right? For most females, admitting to wearing any two-digit clothing size is akin to saying you’re a miserable, lowdown untouchable. From size 10 on up, it’s a nowoman’s land of shame and disappointment. Even size 8 is pushing it in the most elite of steamy hot circles. The really high class, hotsy totsy divas wear from a zero to a size 6… there’s where you find the cream of the crop. Men and women alike are awestruck and worshipful of a tiny (but usually not short and never truly skeletal) female, as long as she has a pretty face and good hair. Some shorty females can be high status if they’re cute as can be, and bubbly. Of course, in contrast to it all, tiny bust lines are are ungood, as we all know, but that’s another issue.

One area that is not to be tiny!

This is all just what I’ve observed for many decades, traveling warily through life, ofttimes aghast. So I’m probably just ranting for ranting’s sake, with no one else in complete agreement. Most women, it seems to me, defend their “right” to be so nutty, considering it all a prideful part of being the female half of Homo Insanus, along with teetering around, sexily, wearing ridiculous stilts on their feet. And most men seem to love it when women bend over backwards and jump through hoops to be considered desirable, even if those men frown at the muffin top. Okay then, good for them, but I prefer being comfortable with freedom of movement.

Imagine this girl crammed into ridiculously tight clothes, from infancy on up. Woah, kooky!

I’m in my sixties now and wear clothes ranging in size from a mislabeled petite size 8 through 14 petite, all of which fit properly, with my closest to perfect being a properly labeled 12 petite. I’m thrilled with being “medium.” (Vanity sizing is a whole other ball of wax.) Anyhow, I once wore a big women’s size 22, at 210 lbs. on a 5’3” frame. So I’m quite happy with the size 12P and weighing 138; it’s a healthy size with loads of nice fashions to choose from and I have no shame with it. Unlike when I wore massive garments simply to cover myself up; also was trying in vain to hide the fact that I was killing myself with food, mostly with drive-thru fast food (those places are evil).

But back to topic.

See, other women among us, the ones who almost need power equipment to put on their pants…those who “are a size 6 wink wink”…are those of the Muffin Top Club. They insist on stuffing their size 12 bodies into size 6 and claiming, thereby, that they ARE “a size 6,” with only women being defined almost entirely as their size number. Never mind that they’re miserably uncomfortable and have painfully cinched flesh billowing out over their waistlines and that the all-day compression of the lower half of the body is harmful, restricts movement, looks crazy, etc. They usually like “skinny jeans” too, the tight, elastic ones that are, oddly enough, just like girdles, but are outerwear. They also somehow only weigh about as much as one of their substantial legs appears to weigh, with some ladies looking to weigh over 150 claiming they weigh 110. So that women who really do weigh 150 feel as if they must be “fat lady in the circus” material…if they weigh 40 lbs more than THAT hefty girl. Yeah I digressed again.

Skinny jeans, yes, but at least they fit right.

Again, the simple solution to muffin top everywhere is to wear nicely fitting, comfortable clothing. If you need to or happen to lose weight, they’ll be a bit looser. If you lose lots of weight, get some new clothes in the right size. Resist the temptation to vanity size yourself. Trust me, you’ll be just fine…you won’t become lowest of the lowest class of women. Unless you’re an evil scumbag, that is. And that has nothing to do with your “size 0–6” body.

Whew, women…but I still love the nice ones who agree with me on everything, haha.

Conclusion: Same as usual… it’s a bizarre world we live in, folks, mostly made that way by Homo Insanus. And this didn’t even touch on the truly frightening world situation at the moment, spearheaded by USA-hating democrats, as that is, for the time being, too dreadful to even write about here.

Animals are awesome · Death · Dogs · Love · Photography · Poetry · Souls · Uncategorized

For the Love of Dog

In these times of serious uncertainty regarding the world due to the many threats facing us all, our very lives, and the USA (which is now under dismal leadership), my thoughts and emotions more and more turn to dogs. How wonderful they are, how our lives are made bearable by their dear, temporary presence.

For those of us who love them (and all animals as a result), all of the other, horribly unfortunate dogs’ (and all animals’) plights in this world are unbearably heartbreaking and soul crushing. Using words for it all seems meaningless…it goes so much deeper.

Another serious heartbreak comes with each and every one of our beloved dogs passing from this world. So sad and terrible a loss, so many memories, and it happens time and time again, since they only live about one-sixth as long as we do, and many of us have two or more dogs at a time. So in a modest tribute to dogs, who truly are a blessing, as opposed to so many people, I wanted to share a beautiful poem and some great photos. Hope you like them. (Photos are all courtesy of Pixabay.com)

This is for dog people of course, but for cat (or whichever) people, you only need to replace the word “dog” and I’m sure it hits home, also regarding any truly loved one.

Poem by Colleen Fitzsimmons
Tuesday, April 28, 2020
https://www.poemhunter.com/colleen-fitzsimmons/

The Loss Of A Heart-Dog

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.

I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.

I whined to you so softly as you brushed away a tear,

“It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea.

You were thinking of the many times your hands reached down to me.

I was with you at the shops today, your arms were getting sore.

I longed to take your parcels, I wished I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with such care.

I want to reassure you that I’m not lying there.

I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.

I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said, “It’s me.”

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.

I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.

It’s possible for me to be so near you everyday.

To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew…

In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

The day is over now … I smile and watch you yawning,

And say, “Goodnight, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,

I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.

I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.

Be patient, live your journey out — then come home to be with me.