Sunday, October 29, 2017

New Arrival - 45

As a graduate of the New York Military Academy (high school)

Look at his left hand!  Feeling up Ivanka, in public, in the 1980s.

Reading the book he wrote for his grandchildren on Air Force One -
Winners Aren't Losers

And the magical flying carpet is about to take off!

Picture This, If You Will.... Part 1

Read this, if you will, with the quiet, understated yet emphatic, voice of the great Rod Serling enunciating the words... ever so  carefully.

Deep in the darkness of space, out on one of the farthest-swept vortices of time, there appears a room.  A very plain room.  It is a cube in shape; ten feet in all dimensions.  It is made of deep space ceramics, with no visible seams, no cracks.  The cube is flat white in color, and a flat white light seems to emanate from all interior surfaces.  There is furniture, of a sort, built into the cube.  One can discern the shape of a bed, seemingly supported by a wall.  Looking closer, there is a seat ledge beside what could function as a table.  In one corner is a small water fountain; opposite is an open latrine for body waste, and a small hand sink.  The temperature inside the cube is regulated by the inhabitant's own body temperature.
    Our new inhabitant is arriving.  Amid scintillating lights, a blue-draped hospital gurney arrives quietly.  Everything inside the cube is now dark - there are no visuals to be seen.  Then the flat white light reappears.  The gurney has disappeared - but it left something rather large on the bed surface.  It appears to be a human male, who is grossly obese.  As with all humans, detained for any reason, the entire body has been de- and ex-foliated.  All so-called "hair" follicles have been removed, and all dead, and/or dying, skin has been removed.  Interior cleansing has also been performed, guaranteeing that no cross-contamination can occur.  This human is germ-free inside and out - at this point in time.
   The give-and-take of New Arrival is always interesting.  We will listen in upon this being's introduction into the system.  Usually, the in-comer is upset and on alert upon first awakening.  First questions are asked; the answers given do not change for anyone. Then the in-comer is angry and defiant, and refuses the truth.  Each human is very different in their reactions.  Let us see what occurs with this new inhabitant.  Oh, here's note from the powers-that-be:  This inhabitant is to be called by the number 45.  Understood?
   *** The following conversations, questions, and answers are portrayed in a compressed time frame, as opposed to a solid flow of time.  Breaks in communications between the in-comer are denoted by the symbol  - _ - .   The in-comer frequently pauses, apparently trying to comprehend the import of  answers to his questions.   ***

  The new in-comer, 45, awakens slowly and sits upon the side of the bed.  He realizes he is naked and immediately begins looking for covering.  Finding none, he remains seated.  Then he rubs his hands over his head and back and forth across his face.  Realizing that he has no hair upon his body, as well as no clothing, he decides to confront this calamity.
   His reedy voice breaks upon the first two attempts, but he is understandable upon his third try at vocalization:   "Hellooo?   I know you're watching me."
   He seems surprised at the warm voice that responds almost immediately.  "Hello.  Welcome."
   45 asks, "Where am I? And who are you?"
   "You are here.  This is where you will stay.  I am the keeper."
  "What do you mean?  Where is 'here?' You don't know what you're doing!"
   "Here is here - always and forever.  You have no idea of greater things, 45."
  "Forty-five!  That means you know who I am!  I am the President of the United States of America!  I demand that you release me at once!  I don't know who you are, but you're going to pay for this!"

And the keeper laughed deep inside herself, and let 45 see the scintillation of her eyes, her hearts and her wings.  He was beggared by the sudden knowledge that swept through his brain, and then receded like a tidal wave....

Wednesday, October 18, 2017


I saw everything with extreme clarity - even myself.  I felt alive and vibrant, almost quivering with the energy stored within my body.  I was tall, thin, and long-limbed.  I was wearing a necklace of  glowing opals, with diaphanous veils attached between the jewels - my only clothing.  I was clutching - something - in my left hand, as I wandered through a green maze that was much taller me.  As I rounded a corner, I heard a very loving and lilting call come from a tall man wearing a tailored tuxedo.  He had been sitting in a chair, at a table for two, but was now on his feet, still trilling our love song.   "Esssssssss-zoooooooooo-zhaaaaaaaaaaay...."   I felt so excited and thrilled by his loving greeting.  I tossed the item in my left hand like a frisbee, lofting it over towering green wall. As it left my hand, I realized it was the head of my last lover, whom I had happily consumed after mating.  I smiled seductively as I approached this new praying mantis....

Friday, October 13, 2017

I Was Mean, Nasty, Obnoxious - & I Enjoyed It!

The man in the Oval Office scares me.  He makes me nervous all the time.  When I wake up each morning, I think....  "Well, Boulder has somehow survived the night..."  I have finally realized this is the game that makes the orange circus peanut feel powerful and controlling - when he's actually inside an an adult day care center, according to one Republican Senator.
  I haven't let myself  release any angst in a while - but I did so yesterday evening on the public Boulder bus system.   It's 5:30 and a bunch of freshmen (boys and girls) high school students got on the bus two blocks past the station.  The boys formed two groups, the wanna-be Ramones in the front, with leather jackets and oiled hair.  Jocks and class nerds went into the back.  I was sitting across from the mid-bus exit door.  Two young girls sat behind me - they both had bad colds and kept coughing and hacking, noisily.  They did not cover their mouths, I was was feeling spittle on the back of my neck, after they both coughed twice.  The became intense about a very serious discussion - "Did you hear?" - "O! No way!" - and "OMG I just SENT that to HIM!"   Thankfully my stop was coming up.
    I took out a tissue and wiped the back of my neck, as they coughed on me, again, in unison.  Then one said - "OMG - I haven't shaved anywhere in  two weeks!"     ....   Wicked, wicked me.....   As I stood up for my stop, I leaned toward them and said, "That isn't something people want to hear on a bus."  They looked at each other and they said, in unison, little blue-eyed blond, and brown-eyed black-haired - "Shut up, old cow!"
    Ooooops.  Wrong button to push on the wrong day at the wrong time.
   As I backed out the door, I waved my hand at the two of them, and said, at the top of my powerful voice.   "Oh, my Gawd!!   You haven't shaved anywhere in over  two weeks?!?!?!  -  That's completely disgusting!    Not your pits, or your pubes, or your legs?!?!?!  Great Gawd Awmighty, child!  - You must look like a baby spiny anteater just growing in it's first quills!"

    People were laughing as the door closed behind me - and the girls were scarlet.......

A baby spiny anteater....

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Blue Jay Gallery

A gallery of blue jays
(and a Stellar's jay)

(Stellar's jay)

Chincoteague Pony Fall Round-Up

The Fall Round-up of the Chincoteague ponies on the Virginia end of Assateague Island will happen on October 13 and 14 - this Friday and Saturday.  Foals that were purchased at the July Pony Auction, but were too young to be weaned from their mothers, will be picked up by their owners.  The foals that were designated "Buy-Backs" have been rounded up and placed in the corrals at the Carnival Grounds. 
   Two other foals have been born since the ponies returned to Assateague, and both were fillies.  Galadriel and Wild Thing produced a very splashy girl on 6 August; and Ken and 15 Friends of Freckles had a girl the morning of the solar eclipse, 21 August.  Both of these fillies are running with the herds on the northern section of the Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge.  I do not know whether they will be sold at this weekend's round-up, or if they will be hold-overs, and sold as (almost) yearlings at next year's Pony Penning.  If they are sold at this round-up, the price is, normally, that of the average price of the foals sold in July....
   If you purchased a pony, and are going to be on Chincoteague to pick it up, check with the Fire Company and be certain where you need to show up with your trailer - the Carnival Grounds, or the main holding corrals on Assateague.
   If you just want to see the ponies - you can see the ten Buy-Backs at the Carnival Grounds.  The Southern herds will be rounded up on Friday afternoon and will be at the Beach Road corrals.  On Saturday, the northern herds will be rounded up... 
   I am assuming that most of the stallions and mares that run loose in the northern compartment will be either herded there, or trailered there, so they can return to their usual areas.  Seems that the southern compartment is a might crowded, in my opinion...

Monday, October 9, 2017

Death and Life on Assateague Island, Maryland

An injured Assateague pony was reported on the causeway road on Assateague at 8 p.m. Thursday, 5 October.  When Park Rangers arrived, Jester, an 18-year-old stallion, was dead.  The newspapers report that there was no sign of physical trauma, so the rangers are assuming the stallion died from "massive internal trauma" (from being struck by a vehicle).  Jester has roamed the causeway area, with his single mare, Dee's Heart, since 2004.  He will be missed.   (And I hope that Dee's Heart will find a new group to stay with soon...)
Jester rising from a nap on the beach.  (Please, if you took this photo, let me know in the comments section, so I can give you the appropriate credit!)

But there have also been two recent arrivals - on 20 September, Dr. Jay and Bayberry welcomed a new filly:
Photo by Vivian Harsch Carpenter

(This one is by ets photography - Elizabeth Stroud)

And on 2 October, Gokey Go Bones and Yankee produced a filly of their own - and she looks a lot like her daddy!

Ann Richardson took both shots of the latest baby...

And the Eclipse baby,  out of Johnny's Star, by Chip, is growing like mad.  She's shedding her baby fur, with a much darker undercoat showing, which is causing a lot of comments from visitor's who believe she is ill...
Photo by Beached Paws Photography, foal less than 24 hours old

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Quotes From the Moron-in-Chief - Part 1

It's so very sad that this man was chosen by the Electoral College as the President of the United States of America.  Remember - he lost by more than 3 million popular votes.
8 October 2017 -  "I think one of the greatest of all terms I've come up with is 'fake.'  I guess other people have used it, perhaps, over the years, but I've never noticed it."  - He calls any news organization that reports unflattering stories on his administration 'fake news.'
May 2017 - In an interview with The Economist, the man claimed to have invented the term 'priming the pump,' claiming he "came up with it a couple of days ago and I thought it was good."  The term 'priming the pump' has been in the dictionary since 1931.
3 November 2016 - "I'm also honored to have the greatest temperament that anybody has."
17 December 2016 - "China steals United States Navy research drone in international waters - rips it out of water and takes it to China in unpresidented act."
19 October 2016 - "Nobody respects women more than me."  Three minutes later: "Such a nasty woman."  - At the third presidential debate.
26 September 2016 - "That makes me smart."   - In response to Hillary Clinton's suggestion that he pays no Federal Income tax.
26 September 2016 - "Hillary Clinton... started the birther controversy.  I finished it."
28 February 2016 - Tweeting a quote from fascist Italian dictator Benito Mussolini - "It is better to live one day as a lion than to live 100 years as a sheep."
16 March 2016 - To Joe Scarborough, when asked who he frequently asks for comments on foreign policy - "I'm speaking with myself, number one, because I have a very good brain and I've said a lot of things."
"The beauty of me is that I'm very rich."
"Women: You have to treat them like shit."
"You know, it doesn't matter what they (the media) write as long as you've got a young and beautiful piece of ass."
"If Hillary Clinton can't satisfy her husband, what makes her think she can satisfy America?"
27 October 2016 - Speaking of himself in the third person - "We should just cancel the election and just give it to Trump."
6 September 2016 - Asked about his stance on foreign policy in the Middle East:  "Iraq and Iran were very similar militarily, and they'd fight, fight, fight, and then they'd rest.  They'd fight, fight, fight, and then Saddam Hussein would do the gas, and then somebody else would do something else, and then they'd rest."
13 August 2016  -  Admitting lying, but claiming he would NOT do such a thing to an 18-year-old cancer patient in the audience -  "I might lie to you like Hillary does all the time, but I'll never lie to Giacomo, okay?"
May the Gods protect us!

Monday, October 2, 2017

Puerto Rico, Las Vegas ...... and him

So, while people are dying for lack of supplies, and medicines
in Puerto Rico, a US Territory;

and a Mayor is requesting life-saving relief in an American city;

we have a mass murderer in Las Vegas, shooting people like fish in a barrel;

and, then there's, the orange turd in chief, golfing at a resort he owns,
on the American taxpayer's dime, and claiming that Puerto Rico  doesn't
earn it's share of US revenue, and that it's people won't do anything to help themselves.
I hope he's struck by a bolt of lightning!

Woe Is Me....

I've been taking care of a house where I have no internet connection, so my apologies for not blogging sooner. What the heck is going on in our world today?
   We - the United States - has been dealing with the hurricane natural disasters in Texas, Louisiana, Florida, Georgia, the US Virgin Islands, and in Puerto Rico.  Now there's a seemingly rational, older man, aged 64, who stands up in two 32nd-story windows at a hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada, and he shoots freely, using an automatic weapon, into a crowd of 22,000 people gathered for a Sunday night music festival.  As the police have said, "it was like shooting fish in a barrel."
   I am so very angry!  And there is no one thing, no one person, no one place that I can direct my anger toward.  I am also incredibly sad.  To realize that, so far, 59 unique individuals have lost their life to a single gunman.  A man who killed and injured hundreds of people, who, apparently, turned a gun upon himself, and chested people out of answers to their questions....  Why that night?  Why those people?  Why shoot anyone? What was he feeling?  What reason had he to perform such a gruesome exercise? 
   When I sat down to type this, the death count was at 59, with 527 other people being treated or hospitalized, for gunshot wounds, shrapnel wounds, and trample and stampede damages to their bodies.  It just seems so incredible to me.  I can not understand wanting to kill, injure, maim and frighten people.  It is just beyond my imagination.
    I will be mentioning the ignorant, pompous ass who is now residing in the White House.  I cannot avoid it, even though I wish I could totally ignore him.  He, and his evil ilk, are showing me who my real friends are.  People I have known for 55 years or more are slowly being removed from my friends list - people I grew up with and cared about.  But they are now people who run around shouting, "Fake News!," and carrying on about "Killary -"  wake up. people, the election was over 10 months ago.  Your doggie nugget is in charge - and America is sinking fast.  I shared a British newspaper article saying that Three-Star General Buchanan says that the devastation he has seen in Puerto Rico is the worst he's ever seen - even Katrina, where he worked as a logistics adviser.  One of my (now former) friends has sent up a wail that the entire article, quotes, and photos are "Fake News!" 
    I am sorry to tell you, honey, that the current White House administration seeds, reaps, and sows all of it's own fake news, with quite a bit of help from Russia, the Kremlin, and Vladimir Putin.

     I hope that I am never in the presence of the 45th Idiot.  I wouldn't be able to decide whether to urinate on him, fart on him, defecate on him, spit on him, or set him on fire....

    He is killing our great country with his sheer idiocy, his lack of compassion and feeling, and his desire to make a Big Bang with North Korea.  We might be facing the end of the world as we know it.