Angry Old Fat Man here, with a stupendous announcement: I got the Christmas tree up! YAY!
We had to get a much smaller tree, thanks to Little Yippy Dog.
We also decided to change up the ornaments. We had a lot of ornaments in various sizes and shapes with pics of our boys in them with Santa. The first several were clear snowflake ones. So we decided to change all of the ornaments to snowflake ones, thanks to Snapins.
We kept a few other ones that were hand-made, but one in particular was metal and glass, and we decided to put the newest member of the family in it:
Guess who? That's right, it's me, Angry Old Fat Man, the husband of the Crazy Duck Lady.
We had a fairly good Christmas, including a big surprise.
I and the wife were fully expecting Zachary, my oldest boy, to come down to Myrtle Beach from New York State (Schenectady) for Christmas. What we didn't anticipate, however, was a visit from Zachary's significant other, Clarissa.
She was a sweet enough girl, but she was EXTREMELY sensitive to cigarette smell. Crazy Morkie Mommy is a smoker, and we expected Clarissa to be put off a little by it, but wife tried to smoke outside of our own house for days before Clarissa got there, so that she and Zack could share Zack's bedroom for the days we celebrated Christmas (scandalous, back in my day, but I and the wife were fine with it).
That wasn't going to happen. Clarissa absolutely refused to stay in our house for more than a handful of hours. Instead, she saw the Super 8 down from our house and decided to sleep there while she stayed. Not that it separated her and my son, who slept in her room there at least one night. But that's not really a story that needs to be told.
Samuel, my youngest boy, was up from Charleston as well, but with no attachments. Not that it matters, since he is doing post-grad academic work and is working very hard for a doctorate. No biggie for girlfriends there, though he dabbles a bit in that department. Like his dear old Dad back in the day, work is his main thing right now. During Christmas, we attended a beautiful event at Brookgreen Gardens: The Nights of a Thousand Candles.
Some of the pictures we took:
Finally, we got through Christmas 2019 with a new backyard fence for our yappy little dog, Pixie Bear, so he could run around outside leash-free without us worrying on whether or not he'd find himself in another house or under some car tires.
And President Trump had impeachment charges filed against him for two or three things that aren't really crimes, especially high crime or even misdemeanors. Like, say, doing adulterous sexual acts while sitting in the Oval Office and then lying to law enforcement about it.
Oh, which reminds me that my wife and I celebrated our 31st marriage anniversary. Which is completely unrelated to the above acts, I swear.
Well, Mary Anne, being the little old lady that she is, felt that her yappy little companion, Pixie Bear, needed an even smaller playmate. She got her wish in January of this year. A North Carolina woman was selling puppies and Mary Anne got one. It's a Bichon-Frise/Yorkie mix, and it's really cute.
Mary Anne named her Dixie Belle. Dixie was born around Thanksgiving 2019, so she's very young, and she was very shy with Pixie. But now, ho boy, they get along famously and she attacks and jumps on Pixie incessantly now. Here's some video of the both interacting (download and watch it):
Well, it's the last day of April 2020 and we have been "quarantined" since March. Nothing has really changed around our household. Crazy Duck Lady has worked from home since a couple of years ago, and I've been declared disabled and unable to work.
The Democrats have finally managed to do it. Trump, with his wonderful empowerment to our economy, had been a shoo-in for Prez this year. Now, because of COVID19 (better known as the "coronavirus"), his opponents have shut down practically all businesses and instituted a panic via their propaganda belt, the mainstream alphabet new media outlets. Since knuckling under the "scientists and doctors", Trump's next term is endangered.
The only thing that Trump can look forward to is the opposition nominee bench and its incompetence.
Barring any surprises, Joe Biden is the Dem candidate of choice. Joe not only has cognitive problems (essentially being a senile old fart), but he also has trouble literally keeping his hands off of women. There are innumerable photos of him groping underage little girls, and one very credible case of him digitally (as in, with fingers) raping one Tara Reade a while back. And it's funny how the same people who scream with rage at Justice Kavanaugh for his invented behavior in high school are now dead silent at Joe. That is, the ones who aren't outright calling his victim a liar.
So that's the news for us from months back. We've survived the virus and watched our youngest puppy Dixie growing at a phenomenal rate.
2020 is past us now. YAY!
It was an extremely bad year for everyone, mainly because of the virus that never went away. Or at least never did by the time "experts" predicted it would. They said we'd have to put up with it for a few months.
Well, it's 2021 and my family STILL has to wear masks and "socially distance". And now that Biden is President, those things won't be going away any time soon.
Biden will be sitting in the big chair in the Oval Office as of tomorrow, and all of the supposed ills of society caused by Trump won't be going away; as a matter of fact I predict they'll get worse, much worse.
Remember how Obama got rid of racism during his 8 years? Got that economy going into overdrive and made us all rich? Pretty much fixed all of the bad stuff George W. did in HIS 8 years? Well, look for the same sort of fixing to get done with Joe and Kamala. Except even worse.
I would lay out all of my predictions here and now, but there's proper places and times for things and this ain't it.
Good news though. Mary Anne's muse has been whispering to her occasionally and she's been writing a little. Hopefully the muse will start its screaming again and you may see some results from it.
It is I, the Angry Old Fat One, and it's been a long time since we last commented. A long time, and a great many events have passed.
First, Dixie Belle became a little dog mommy. She had 4 puppies that my wife, the Loony Tunes Duck Woman, decided to name after Friends show characters - Monica, Phoebe, Rachel, and Ross.
They were the tiniest things I ever saw. They began growing fairly quickly, though, and became a lot more trouble than we could take.
A little while after their eyes opened.
We decided we could find owners for 2 of the 4 puppies, and so Monica and Rachel got a new home. We kept Phoebe, the largest puppy, and Ross (who we jokingly call Boss sometimes), the runt of the litter. But the cutest little guy by far! Dog life is good life right now.
Second, my oldest son turned 30. The big three-oh. He had for a few years requested that I make him a special birthday present - a painting. A seascape much like the one I did back about 33 years ago, that I had hanging in every house we ever lived in. He wasn't very specific about the scene involved, so I decided to model it after a photo of a pier that a hurricane knocked down a few years ago. Also, his brother got some wood from the destroyed pier and set that up as his offering for the birthday.
I finally felt confident enough in my health to do the painting. I found all my tools to do it, took a few days, and now Zack has a framed canvas with my contribution, and it seems he was extremely happy with it. Here it is:
Love you, son. May you see love and happiness for the rest of your days.
Wowzers, long time no blog, my chitlins. The Angry Old Fat Man here, and I'm still angry, old, and fat. A tiny bit less in the fat department, but the rest of the adjectives have gotten much worse.
Lots of health issues for Yours Truly since the last post, but no need to go into all that. Suffice it to say I'm still alive, no matter how some hospitals and/or doctors have tried to snuff me out.
Crazy Duck Lady has been trotting along as well, working from her laptop while sitting on the couch, being accosted by her boss and our little yippy dogs, all six of them. We had ten of them in the house at one time because our Bishon-Yorkie-mix mother dog was so prolific, but I couldn't put up with that many indoor dogs, so we sold the ones Mary Anne could part with.
So much for catching you up to the latest in our personal lives, now let's move on to everybody else today. We seem to be residents of Clown World in 2022. Everything is nowhere near common sense reality. Some people have even forgotten what a woman is, and forgotten any biology they were taught in elementary school. Why is all this happening? Mainly because the clowns took over and got Trump thrown out and replaced with... Joe Biden.
Back during the 2020 Presidential election, I predicted what would happen to us Americans under a Biden administration. To show any-and-everyone how absolutely clairvoyant I am, I made a Youtube video where I stated all of my predictions, which also date-stamped them.
Two years later, practically all of them have come true.
I'll put a link to the video below for your perusal:
This is an explanation of the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001 to future generations. Plus a rant.
Sometimes, a perverse part of me wishes that the third plane that crashed in Pennsylvania had hit the Capitol or the White House, its two suspected targets in Washington, D.C.
If that had happened, a lot fewer imbeciles these days would dare to say that the George W. Bush Administration set the whole thing up, and a lot more politicians wouldn't be so blasé about the terrorist attacks on our soil 21 years ago. They'd have some skin in the game, so to speak.
Imagine the reaction from Congress if they were reminded of how close they came to death every time they caught sight of the ruins of the Capitol Building. Or worse yet, imagine the Truther morons today trying to twist themselves into knots explaining how Muslim terrorists crashing a jetliner into the White House somehow benefited George W. Bush's administration. Of course, simpletons protest that there's no way some cave-dwelling savages could have pulled off such a coordinated attack, so it had to be an inside job. And if we were dealing with poo-flinging troglodytes, I might agree. But we're not.
The men who coordinated and carried out these attacks were not stupid and not uneducated. They were almost all Saudi Arabians, most from well-off families and familiar with everyday Western life. The only thing they truly had in common was Islam, and the idea that sacrificing one's self in the mass killing of infidels (non-Muslims) was an instant ticket from Allah himself to eternal paradise.
These men were not stupid, but at the same time, they were naive in the ways of Western power, especially in America. That is why the targets were chosen as they were. They showed how ignorant (not stupid, but ignorant) the terrorists were of how things work in America.
The attacks were supposed to be a decapitation strike, destroying the three types of national power: governmental, military, and economic. Had the attacks been against a more centrally organized nation, like Saudi Arabia for instance, or a Communist nation like the old Soviet Union, it would have been more successful. But we're not them.
What target would naive terrorists from a centralized nation pick for the main economic target? Simple. Go for the ostentatiously-named World Trade Center, where one would think that America trades with the rest of the world. Of course, that's silly to us, but we live here and we know our economy is (for the time being) decentralized. We don't even have a national bank like most European nations do; we have a whole bunch of small banks alongside medium-sized banks crusing along with great big banks, with nobody dictating the price of anything.
What target would naive terrorists from a centralized nation pick for the main military target? Well that one was pretty easy: the Pentagon. Our military is part of our government, and it benefits from centralization greatly. So they didn't get that one wrong. But our military is so large, scattered out, and well protected that even the damage they did inflict was a relative scratch.
The third, unscathed target is a pretty easily located one as well - the government itself. Though if you have one plane you'd have to choose between two targets, the Capitol and the White House. The latter was probably the target, considering the terrorists' naivete - kill the "king", kill the nation. But we don't have a king (at least not yet), we have a very replaceable President and bunch of agencies to carry out his and his predecessors' policies.
In my opinion, the politicians (Republicans and Democrats) have screwed the pooch on Muslim terrorism. Their entire problem stems from a foreign policy that has devolved into a quasi-Machiavellian realpolitik, and wandered far away from common sense and effectiveness. We were attacked by Saudis, but we didn't strike back at Saudi Arabia. It was known for years that Osama, the mastermind of the plot, hid out in Pakistan as did many other organizers of terror. We didn't invade Pakistan. This is where the anti-war protestors have it right and wrong at the same time. It was oil that was the problem, but not Iraqi oil - Saudi Arabian oil. The oil we actually import, not the oil we could have bought under the table to avoid a messy war. We dared not (and dare not today) disturb Saudi Arabia for fear of our oil flow being cut off.
As for Pakistan, it is the only Muslim nation that truly possesses nuclear weapons. A conventional strike against it risks sparking a nuclear war between it and India, which is an unacceptable outcome. We could solve the problem of Muslim terrorism if we had the guts and our politicians grew backbones.
Let's face it. Islam is not a religion, it is an entire socio-political worldview. One that has expressed a desire, like the Japanese Imperial worldview and the Nazi worldview, to dominate the entire world. To hide our heads in the sand and pretend its not there or that its goal is not what they themselves say it is would invite more and more attacks upon us.
The first thing we need to do is to achieve true energy independence. Say to hell with the radical environmentalists and get some more domestic energy sources online, as well as develop other sources without government dictates. We did it in regards to whale oil, we can certainly do it in regards to fossil fuels.
When we are no longer Saudi Arabia's best petroleum customer, we will no longer need to placate their every whim. They can drop off the face of the planet as far as we're concerned. We can retaliate against any group or faction coming from there without quaking in our boots from cowardice.
The other thing we need to do is let it be known we will never tolerate an organized attack from any country, whether they have nuclear weapons or not. If Pakistan is the home base for the next group to attack us, launch conventional attacks against them and dare them to use their nukes. If they ignite even one nuke in reaction, turn them into a glass parking lot. And then dare any other nation that complains to give us an excuse to vaporize them.
Hey peoples, it's me, the Duck (and Dog) Lady's husband.
It's been a long year. As a matter of fact, it's been a couple of long years. We've seen all sorts of insanity in our society recently. It's been so crazy, satire is no longer possible, since any crazily absurd thing you can say for humor's sake just comes true.
I made a YouTube video back in January 2021 where I made predictions about the deleterious things that were going to happen. Sure enough, the large majority of them have come true, and many of them that haven't yet come true have been proposed by politicians and/or bureaucrats.
Scroll down to my entry of July 14, 2022 to see it.
Right now, I want to wish you all a merry Christmas. In our economic downturns nowadays, most of us still have joy in our hearts and have enough ingenuity to share this joy with our loved ones. Those of us who are better off have even shared with complete strangers. Bless them.
Anyway, there is no joy greater than our recognition that our Lord and Savior was born over 2,000 years ago, and He is still leading us out of our darkness today.
Luke 2: 1-16 (KJV)
And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed. (And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.) And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city. And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:) To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child. And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered. And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn. And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us. And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger.
Now for some pictures of the Graham Christmas tree, festooned mostly with acrylic snowflake ornaments with pictures of my sons from Christmases past.
And of course, a stand-alone framed decoration with our first of EIGHT DOGS IN THE HOUSE, Pixie Bear.
