Quiet Rage has been quiet in the political arena. Why? Because you dip shits really think it matters who resides in the White House? Wow. You all are dumber than I thought. Corporations (which your US Supreme Court sanctioned as 'people') selects your president which goes to the highest bidder. Your president is selected as to whom has the most curb appeal and can shush the masses the longest before another president is selected. You all get false hope. Nothing changes. The cycle continues.
That's why Hillary is perfect for the job. She is a seasoned Femme-bot and life-long politician. However, I can't stand the thought of another Clinton or Bush in the White House. There is something inherently wrong if two names dominate the presidential races for almost 40 years. Ya think the cards are stacked? No duh.
Then you get some republicans handing out turkeys to Mexicans for their vote. Really? That's the best strategy the republicans can think of to win over an entire voting base? Fire the campaign strategist immediately. Let's follow the republican logic:......shit on the entire Mexican voting base, use them as slave labor, don't allow them to drive and reluctantly issue them second class citizen status, don't offer health care or a pension, pay cash wages under the table to avoid payroll taxes and denying them a chance to build up social security benefits over their lifetime, but ONE FREE TURKEY WILL WIN THEM OVER!!!!!!!
That is the most retarded strategy ever employed. The Koch brothers are the ones really running this country, anyway.
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Black Eye Friday
That's about it when you go out shopping for cheap crap made in China that the ungrateful recipients will throw away in a year. You will have to fight the 'bored moms on prozac' who are mesmerized by bright, shiny objects. Sorry, but absolutely NOBODY I know needs to have anything that badly where making retail employees skip out on the ever diminishing, hallowed, designated family time to report to work to ring up my purchases born in overseas sweatshops and brought here for my own personal greed of accumulating more stuff.
I don't buy it. Literally. This is how I spent my Black Friday.
A friend of mine texted me and wanted to walk our dogs. We took a leisurely stroll around the neighborhood and through the park. I talked my friend into attending dance class with me. To her credit, she came with me and actually enjoyed it. While there we bumped into another neighbor in the parking who was recently instantly, unexpectedly widowed. She also just lost her brother she was nursing from cancer. Talk about a suck-fest. She is trying to reclaim some sort of normal for her life.
After class I came home and decided to do something with the leftovers from my 22 pound turkey that I served for Thanksgiving. Let the fun begin. Turkey soup, turkey enchiladas, and turkey salad used the last of it all. I then made a food plate for a friend who is dealing with an aggressive form of breast cancer and brought it over to her. She's going through chemo and not sure what her appetite does from moment to moment, but I know she's got weed (for medical reasons -- REALLY -- don't judge -- it helps with the effects of chemo) and food for either herself or her husband or kids. I don't think she's up to cooking much these days.
Talk about another suck-fest. Within one year this friend lost her mother and her toddler niece. Her 44 year-old sister-in-law (who lives life like the Duggars with 12 kids, homeschooling, churchy, etc.) had a stroke. Now my friend is dealing with an aggressive form of breast cancer.
My life is a cake walk in comparison. Everything that irritates me is so minor and trivial. No, I will not be cruising the retail aisles. I'm trying to make life just a little bit better for those around me without reaching for something on a store display.
I don't buy it. Literally. This is how I spent my Black Friday.
A friend of mine texted me and wanted to walk our dogs. We took a leisurely stroll around the neighborhood and through the park. I talked my friend into attending dance class with me. To her credit, she came with me and actually enjoyed it. While there we bumped into another neighbor in the parking who was recently instantly, unexpectedly widowed. She also just lost her brother she was nursing from cancer. Talk about a suck-fest. She is trying to reclaim some sort of normal for her life.
After class I came home and decided to do something with the leftovers from my 22 pound turkey that I served for Thanksgiving. Let the fun begin. Turkey soup, turkey enchiladas, and turkey salad used the last of it all. I then made a food plate for a friend who is dealing with an aggressive form of breast cancer and brought it over to her. She's going through chemo and not sure what her appetite does from moment to moment, but I know she's got weed (for medical reasons -- REALLY -- don't judge -- it helps with the effects of chemo) and food for either herself or her husband or kids. I don't think she's up to cooking much these days.
Talk about another suck-fest. Within one year this friend lost her mother and her toddler niece. Her 44 year-old sister-in-law (who lives life like the Duggars with 12 kids, homeschooling, churchy, etc.) had a stroke. Now my friend is dealing with an aggressive form of breast cancer.
My life is a cake walk in comparison. Everything that irritates me is so minor and trivial. No, I will not be cruising the retail aisles. I'm trying to make life just a little bit better for those around me without reaching for something on a store display.
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Food Central - Grandma's Cooking
Sorry mom, but I'm a waaaaaaaaaaaay better cook than you. No offense. However, you can sew awesome things and I struggle with mending simple buttons and hems. Cooking is not your talent, and sewing is not mine. Fair.
The inspiration for my cooking was my paternal grandmother. Holidays growing up were always split between my mother's parents and my father's parents who homesteaded in the same region in western Minnesota. My memories were of going to my mother's parents farm first on Thanksgiving and Christmas (where there were hordes of other relatives and cousins) but the food was not that great. However, we did have a BLAST ice fishing, tobogganing, snowmobiling, etc.
Then about 4:00 or so we would all pack up in the yellow '68 Dodge and head over to my paternal grandparents farm. By this time we had all worked up an appetite. I knew GOOD food was on its way. I could smell grandma's wonderful cooking before we even got to the door. Once inside it was like something out of a cooking magazine with the matching flatware, table cloths, crystal, perfectly placed centerpiece, and napkin rings. Damn. For a farm woman she sure did do it up all fancy. The food was never disappointing and there was always plenty of it. Save room for desert? Not really, but I ate it anyway. She always made the most amazing pies served warm (from scratch of course) with an ice cream that I can still taste to this day and it has never been replicated anywhere.
Did grandma ever serve anything processed? NEVER. Everything was home grown. If she had to stoop to purchasing something she was very picky about it. Not an easy task in rural Minnesota in the winter when the nearest town was 10 miles away and the snow plows had not been out. Quality was everything. Maybe that was her secret. My mom's cooking? Open a can or a box and slop it. No imagination. Spices were never anything more than salt and pepper. Boring, uneventful, and without feeling.
My paternal grandma did come out and visit me a few times after I moved to California and helped me with my early Thanksgiving attempts. She was also an incredible interior designer (a talent I sorely lack) and she could make a house look awesome with minimal monetary resources. Yes, we painted walls and got rid of furniture that did not meet grandma's standards. I wish I absorbed her natural flair for design from her along with her cooking talent. My daughter inherited the design flair. Thank GOD it's still in there somewhere.
I know my mother did not get along with my paternal grandma. I'm sorry about that. The tension was always present. When it's all said and done it was an incredible waste of emotional energy. To be honest, both have strong personalities. Maybe that's why they butted heads. Anyway, I get very sentimental this time of year and I long for just *one* more trip to grandma's house to the smell of her cooking upon entering the porch and shaking off the cold. I miss grandma. God rest her soul.
Happy Thanksgiving. Yes, I'm an emotional pile of goo right about now. The full moon and the sentiments of the holidays gets the best of this overly-sensitive woman. And yes, grandma, I have a 22 pound turkey, stuffing, gravy, and home made pies with your memory all over them.
The inspiration for my cooking was my paternal grandmother. Holidays growing up were always split between my mother's parents and my father's parents who homesteaded in the same region in western Minnesota. My memories were of going to my mother's parents farm first on Thanksgiving and Christmas (where there were hordes of other relatives and cousins) but the food was not that great. However, we did have a BLAST ice fishing, tobogganing, snowmobiling, etc.
Then about 4:00 or so we would all pack up in the yellow '68 Dodge and head over to my paternal grandparents farm. By this time we had all worked up an appetite. I knew GOOD food was on its way. I could smell grandma's wonderful cooking before we even got to the door. Once inside it was like something out of a cooking magazine with the matching flatware, table cloths, crystal, perfectly placed centerpiece, and napkin rings. Damn. For a farm woman she sure did do it up all fancy. The food was never disappointing and there was always plenty of it. Save room for desert? Not really, but I ate it anyway. She always made the most amazing pies served warm (from scratch of course) with an ice cream that I can still taste to this day and it has never been replicated anywhere.
Did grandma ever serve anything processed? NEVER. Everything was home grown. If she had to stoop to purchasing something she was very picky about it. Not an easy task in rural Minnesota in the winter when the nearest town was 10 miles away and the snow plows had not been out. Quality was everything. Maybe that was her secret. My mom's cooking? Open a can or a box and slop it. No imagination. Spices were never anything more than salt and pepper. Boring, uneventful, and without feeling.
My paternal grandma did come out and visit me a few times after I moved to California and helped me with my early Thanksgiving attempts. She was also an incredible interior designer (a talent I sorely lack) and she could make a house look awesome with minimal monetary resources. Yes, we painted walls and got rid of furniture that did not meet grandma's standards. I wish I absorbed her natural flair for design from her along with her cooking talent. My daughter inherited the design flair. Thank GOD it's still in there somewhere.
I know my mother did not get along with my paternal grandma. I'm sorry about that. The tension was always present. When it's all said and done it was an incredible waste of emotional energy. To be honest, both have strong personalities. Maybe that's why they butted heads. Anyway, I get very sentimental this time of year and I long for just *one* more trip to grandma's house to the smell of her cooking upon entering the porch and shaking off the cold. I miss grandma. God rest her soul.
Happy Thanksgiving. Yes, I'm an emotional pile of goo right about now. The full moon and the sentiments of the holidays gets the best of this overly-sensitive woman. And yes, grandma, I have a 22 pound turkey, stuffing, gravy, and home made pies with your memory all over them.
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Can't Hide It Any Longer
The world is a (insert profanity) up place. So much information has been kept from the public. You all have *no* idea. There's a reason why sometimes it's kept secret. The politically naive think that all we need to do is bake cookies and give hugs for world peace. Ahhhhhhh... the 'bored moms on prozac' overly simplistic world view. Wait. Perhaps not. They would not give out cookies unless they were gluten free and organic. I, too, wish the world one big liberal arts campus.
Here's another fact that people don't want to admit, but it's the truth. If it looks like a duck and walks like a duck it's usually a duck. I know, I know, I can hear the uber liberals screaming about 'profiling' and prejudice. Your insurance company and just about everything in life revolves around statistical analysis. In statistics, nothing is ever 100%....just like anything in life. However, the bell curve draws a pretty solid indication of finding likely patterns. You following me? Statistical analysis has already indicated that you have a preconceived belief in this subject matter already and it does not matter what I'm typing.
For what it's worth, this moron aced statistics. Sorry if math angers you. I don't like it, either.
I don't like violence. I try to circumvent it anyway I can. Believe it or not, the United States has been quietly and sometimes not so quietly protecting Europe since the end of WWII. We got the hint we were not wanted and backed off considerably. Europe, this is just the beginning. The daesh is out of the bag (they are still daesh bags). The extremists hold no value for human life. What I don't understand is that the suicide bombers think that blowing themselves up gets them points in the afterlife. Great. Why don't they go out into the middle of the ocean and blow themselves up. Cut to the chase. Why kill innocents in the process?
Here's another fact that people don't want to admit, but it's the truth. If it looks like a duck and walks like a duck it's usually a duck. I know, I know, I can hear the uber liberals screaming about 'profiling' and prejudice. Your insurance company and just about everything in life revolves around statistical analysis. In statistics, nothing is ever 100%....just like anything in life. However, the bell curve draws a pretty solid indication of finding likely patterns. You following me? Statistical analysis has already indicated that you have a preconceived belief in this subject matter already and it does not matter what I'm typing.
For what it's worth, this moron aced statistics. Sorry if math angers you. I don't like it, either.
I don't like violence. I try to circumvent it anyway I can. Believe it or not, the United States has been quietly and sometimes not so quietly protecting Europe since the end of WWII. We got the hint we were not wanted and backed off considerably. Europe, this is just the beginning. The daesh is out of the bag (they are still daesh bags). The extremists hold no value for human life. What I don't understand is that the suicide bombers think that blowing themselves up gets them points in the afterlife. Great. Why don't they go out into the middle of the ocean and blow themselves up. Cut to the chase. Why kill innocents in the process?
Sunday, November 22, 2015
World Peace: Live It
I did it. I reached out to somebody who TOTALLY pissed me off and invited that person for Thanksgiving dinner. I blogged a while ago that that we expect world peace from our governments but most of us feud about who is or is not going to be at Thanksgiving dinner. The person I invited declined my invitation, but I know in my heart that I tried to make peace. That's all I can do. I don't get to decide who forgives me and who doesn't. All I can do is extend the olive branch.
I tried.
World Peace. Live it, people. World peace begins at the Thanksgiving dinner table. The ones who bitch and complain the loudest about certain family members usually have the 'world peace' and 'co-exist' bumper stickers on the back of their Prius along with Bernie for President.
Whatever.
Speaking of peace and world events that are headlining news and before we get all high and mighty about Christianity tell me......what was the Spanish Inquisition all about? Hmmmmmmmmm?????? Lest we forget?
See, every religion and society has a violent past at some point. Everybody has been the asshole. I'm not giving Daesh Bags a pass, I'm just saying that no society is completely 'clean' in this attempt to paint a black-and-white assumption around religion. Usually it's the ones who are threatened that are the ones lashing out trying to demonstrate domination. Right now it's Daesh.
...and some people are just inherently psycho, violent murders....
I tried.
World Peace. Live it, people. World peace begins at the Thanksgiving dinner table. The ones who bitch and complain the loudest about certain family members usually have the 'world peace' and 'co-exist' bumper stickers on the back of their Prius along with Bernie for President.
Whatever.
Speaking of peace and world events that are headlining news and before we get all high and mighty about Christianity tell me......what was the Spanish Inquisition all about? Hmmmmmmmmm?????? Lest we forget?
See, every religion and society has a violent past at some point. Everybody has been the asshole. I'm not giving Daesh Bags a pass, I'm just saying that no society is completely 'clean' in this attempt to paint a black-and-white assumption around religion. Usually it's the ones who are threatened that are the ones lashing out trying to demonstrate domination. Right now it's Daesh.
...and some people are just inherently psycho, violent murders....
Friday, November 20, 2015
Daesh Bags
Quiet Rage has been busy. Unless you live entirely off the grid the events in Belgium and France are on the world stage. Please, PLEASE do NOT legitimize the radical Islamist state by referring to them as a 'state.' You are only feeding their egos and perpetuating their cause. The media and panicked governments are adding fuel to the fire.
They are simply Daesh Bags.
The problem is that they (Daesh) are like cockroaches. See one and just know for certain thousands are just out of view. So now what. Do we fumigate? Learn to like cockroaches in our homes and ignore? Do you allow freight into your country knowing that there is a cockroach infestation waiting to happen that contaminates? The devil is in the details. Literally.
So we squashed one Daesh cockroach. Big deal. They have already bred and spread. Daesh is managing to piss off the entire world. I just think it humorous on how the French took immediate military action. If we were to do it we would be American Bullies. Sorry, France, that Daesh interrupted your evening sex with your mistress. You now have to get off your pompous, lazy asses and deal with it. Good luck.
They are simply Daesh Bags.
The problem is that they (Daesh) are like cockroaches. See one and just know for certain thousands are just out of view. So now what. Do we fumigate? Learn to like cockroaches in our homes and ignore? Do you allow freight into your country knowing that there is a cockroach infestation waiting to happen that contaminates? The devil is in the details. Literally.
So we squashed one Daesh cockroach. Big deal. They have already bred and spread. Daesh is managing to piss off the entire world. I just think it humorous on how the French took immediate military action. If we were to do it we would be American Bullies. Sorry, France, that Daesh interrupted your evening sex with your mistress. You now have to get off your pompous, lazy asses and deal with it. Good luck.
Sunday, November 8, 2015
The Universe is speaking. Are you listening?
Yes, there is also the layers of history that are coming at me from different time periods throughout the ages. The energies are parallel like there are several time periods hapeneing at once. I can't describe it with words. Simultaneous situations are still being invisibly lived out here but in different diminsions.
One of the layers of energy is how the ancient Hawaiians fought with each other. They had no idea that one day they would need to consolidate their efforts to fight off the explorers and traders who were eyeing their islands for themselves. Wasted energy when it's all said and done.
The other layer of energy is the 'domestication' of the Royal Hawaiians. Ornate residences and posessions of Europe and Asia were donned on them. There is a feeling of being disingenious to their own culture and roots, but felt forced to comply or be totally anniahlated. Just walk around the oldest part of Waikiki. It's obvious why the royal Hawaiians picked Waikiki Beach for centuries. Too bad now it's filled with homeless people and drug addicts.
A more recent energy is that of the WWII era. Just being at the Royal Hawaiian Hotel and swimming in the waters the promise of new romance, excitement of being someplace so beautiful, and marriage proposals feel just as real now as it did back in the 1940's. On the flip side to that energy there is lingering resentment as to why now the area is catering to Japanese tourists. The servicemen feel insulted like giving their lives did not mean anything in the big picture. They feel their own country betrayed them.
Anyway, as I was sitting around earlier today I spotted this little message from the universe. As my dear friend, JLB, described how koi always swim upstream and is a symbol of great strength. The lovely lotus is a profound symbol of Buddhism. The lotus grows in muddy water and rises above the surface to bloom with remarkable beauty. At night the flower closes and sinks underwater, at dawn in opens again. It symbolizes the purity of heart and mind.
So, there it was... right in front of me. Everybody else was speeding along the busy walk way not even noticing the extraordinary in the ordinary. To me it was obvious and everybody else was totally oblivious. I'm used to that by now as nobody wants to dive deep and go down the rabbit hole. Most seem content to skim the surface layers. I'm looking for depth in a superficial world. Yeah, I'm a freak.
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Government Testing: Wireless Communications
Since the dawn of civilization different government military outfits have been trying to decipher and detect code for military purposes. Smoke signals. Intercepted mail. Shooting down carrier pigeons. Numbers stations. Navajo Code Talkers. The list goes on and on.
With the proliferation modern of technology we can't even make a cup of coffee without it registering on some website or "device" that you have all clicked "yes" to the terms and conditions -- which basically sells your constant whereabouts to anybody at any time. If you think the government is the one snooping on you, you have another thing coming. The government does not give a (insert profanity here) of your coffee and social media habits. Private enterprise does. They sell your habits for 'marketing purposes.' Private enterprise sees a profit in selling your habits.
See, the government only cares about your personal information when there is direct, physical threat. Even then we all know how inept the government operates and is a day late and a dollar short, but private enterprise is always right there. Wonder how that happens? Go figure. Duh.
Are you connecting the dots yet? Your iPhone tells all. Yup. Apple put the "eye" in iPhone. Literally.
Anyway, this now leads me to how desperate society and super-technology is to communicate information in a non-technical, non-material ways being everything is so easily traceable. What that means is that they are looking to us, freaky intuitive hippies, to transmit sensitive messages via telepathy. Who can trace that?
For starters, you have to have two people on the same mental wave length to communicate telepathically. Not easy in this world filled with those who have barely evolved beyond the knuckle-dragging primal stage of shaved apes. The worst are those who "think" they have the talent....and don't.
At this stage of evolution telepathy and psychic communication RARELY performs on command -- let alone between two ordinary humans. Psychic communication performs for us..not the other way around.... we don't control it.
With the proliferation modern of technology we can't even make a cup of coffee without it registering on some website or "device" that you have all clicked "yes" to the terms and conditions -- which basically sells your constant whereabouts to anybody at any time. If you think the government is the one snooping on you, you have another thing coming. The government does not give a (insert profanity here) of your coffee and social media habits. Private enterprise does. They sell your habits for 'marketing purposes.' Private enterprise sees a profit in selling your habits.
See, the government only cares about your personal information when there is direct, physical threat. Even then we all know how inept the government operates and is a day late and a dollar short, but private enterprise is always right there. Wonder how that happens? Go figure. Duh.
Are you connecting the dots yet? Your iPhone tells all. Yup. Apple put the "eye" in iPhone. Literally.
Anyway, this now leads me to how desperate society and super-technology is to communicate information in a non-technical, non-material ways being everything is so easily traceable. What that means is that they are looking to us, freaky intuitive hippies, to transmit sensitive messages via telepathy. Who can trace that?
For starters, you have to have two people on the same mental wave length to communicate telepathically. Not easy in this world filled with those who have barely evolved beyond the knuckle-dragging primal stage of shaved apes. The worst are those who "think" they have the talent....and don't.
At this stage of evolution telepathy and psychic communication RARELY performs on command -- let alone between two ordinary humans. Psychic communication performs for us..not the other way around.... we don't control it.
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