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Off to See the Wizard


gun control

As with most things in life there are no absolutes, therefore for me to say I’m always one way or another, or never a way or the other would not be factual. I envy the close-minded somewhat, in that they have the ability to shut down the thought process and form bigoted opinion that prevents them from ever having to give it any brain energy. Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow the yellow . . .aahh you know the rest.
So this whole gun control issue, it seems to have stirred up quite the controversy here in the States. People are working on an entirely material/physical level and not at all looking at the real picture. The majority aren’t getting that we really don’t need automatic weapons. Of course, the crazier the flying monkeys in the government get the more folks want to protect themselves from them in any way that they can. Who can blame people?
I think that weapons aren’t as necessary as we’ve been led to believe. Put in the wrong hands, as they often are, they have proven to be more of a detriment to our society than a help. And by wrong hands I mean the majority of the cops, (not all, remember the absolutes thing) who maybe have issues with power. Isn’t there a psych test for that??? If they only had a brain. . .a heart. . .a soul. . . some morals. . .
Let me tell you about someone I’ll call the Tin-Man. When we brought my stepson to our home in the country for the first time he was 9. His Dad had purchased a quad-runner to occupy his time. His first ride out into the hills he came across a suicide by carbon monoxide. The county sent out the Tin-Man who seemed nonplussed and shook his head when I asked if he thought this would be something we might want to get a 9 yr-old a counselor for. In retrospect I should have followed my own instincts. It was later I found out that on another day the Tin-Man had been driving the comp’ny SUV full of cases of beer and guns out on the river road to the rifle range. Good ol’ boys mentality ~ day off, do as ah’ damn please. He’d already knocked back a few and his senses must have been dulled when the little old lady came around the tight corner in the opposing lane. If he’d only had a heart. The tragedy intensified by his promotion to Sergeant immediately after. The family of the little old lady was never given solace nor compensation, not even for her funeral. Tin-Man was later let go when (again driving drunk) he got into another wreck. The damage was minor, and not a soul was lost in the fender-bender, but Tin-Man had made the mistake of hitting another cop car during a small town night parade. We definitely cannot have that. Here you see guns may not have had a part in the killing of the victim but rather promoted a sense of false power in a man who otherwise had none. Guns + socio/psychopath = not a good idea.
Now for the Cowardly Lion, remember his needs are courage, and maybe a little something for his hyper-salivation. My first-born and his father came home from a ride with their eyes wide and shaken up from what they had just experienced. They were well within the confines of law in regards to safety mechanisms attached to their vehicles. In other words their bikes were legal and safe, with no chance of catching any dry grass or woods on fire from wayward sparks. The Cowardly Lion had been given credence by the Neighborhood Watch folks as their leader, and he had his flock of middle-aged groupies surrounding his lawn chair, as well as his arsenal and enough beer to make the Tin-Man jealous, to prove it. It seems that in his drunken stupor he felt it was a good idea to fire shots from his .44 magnum over the heads of my husband and son to get their attention. He got it and later, mine too. His logic for his actions? He wanted to make sure they had spark protectors on the bikes. I made a few phone calls and that was his last day in the lawn chair. I still get mad when I think about it and it was over a decade ago. He never would return my calls, didn’t have the courage I guess. Small town, word gets out and back around anyway. He stayed hid, and we never (that’s one true absolute) heard from the Cowardly Lion again.
The Straw Man could be so many brain-dead gun carriers it’s hard to fill his role with a single player. He could be the other Neighborhood Watch Commander who pulled a carload of us over because he thought we were drinking in the car. I was in the back, seated between two large men, trying to discourage the driver from stopping the car for another civilian. That was when I saw him get out of the car and draw down, it was all the two men could do to hold me back. By the time the ancient ball of fart dust made his way to the car, I had already told him my rights, his rights, and a couple of what I had lefts. He was a shaky old fuss budget and he had no business being behind the wheel of a car with the same description, let alone packin’ heat. Neighborhood Watch doesn’t exist in our sub-division any longer. If they’d only had a brain.
These stories of tragedy and near tragedy are paled by comparison to the current events and recent history events of mass shootings by so-called “lone gunmen”. Truth is truth, we have more weapons than we will ever need. Yeah, guns are cool, they make loud noise, they’re powerful. But what else are they? Overused. Treated as playthings. The cause of so much sorrow and pain.
I don’t think I’m afraid of the “Gun” part of “Gun Control” as much as the “Control” part. Yes, I agree we need better regulations. Something that would prevent guns from being used in the same time frame one consumes alcohol would be a good start for instance. Maybe a built-in breathalyzer on the scope? At present it seems guns and booze go together like a redneck jigsaw puzzle. Yeee haaaww! Do we drink and do other dangerous sport? Drunk sky-diving? Bungee jump baked? Surfing sloshed? So how is it that the marriage of guns and booze seems to be accepted as natural?
The other concern I would address would be guns in the hands of power-hungry oddballs behind a badge. What is really going on here? Increased and regularly repeated psych evaluation for any cop who wants to pack. Otherwise grab your tazers boys and girls, and a stick and a badge, but leave the gun in the lock box. And the first sign of unnecessary aggression and there goes the bang bang. Earn those bullets back like Barney Fife if actions require it for the safety of others. So many have lost their lives at the hands of over zealous cops that it tends to deter from any heroics performed that may truly honor them. Please let me be clear here by saying there are still heroes on the force, and the fact they are in the minority makes them all the more brave for their actions. I would like to see this turn around in my lifetime, is it just a dream?
Can I click my heels together now?
My father taught me to shoot when I moved to the country. I wasn’t as interested in learning as I could have been. He felt safer for me learning and so I did. I’m an okay shot. I never felt the need to use a fire arm yet. The cougar that had eaten all of my grandfather’s pet pygmy goats was still at large long after the grandparents and the goats were gone and living in the cave behind the property. I wanted to feel safe when my children went down by the creek. Rather than hunt her down I spoke to her in the ways of the Traditional People. Heart to heart, after deep prayer, I explained that as a cougar she was wise but not as wise as a human and the wisest thing to do for a cougar in her situation was to move it’s habitat so as not to be a perceived threat or danger to my children. I gave the message that this would end badly for her. The cougar was never seen after that day. I didn’t need the gun, others may have rather used it, I like my way better.
Not exactly pro or con guns, I can see how for some they might need them to feel safe from wild animals or other intruders. For way too many though they seem to be extensions of a sick society that praises power and war over love for one another and peace. Which is where the “Control” part needs to be addressed. I in no way think the government should have all of the guns and civilians none. That is trouble waiting to happen, it’s the absolutes thing. We want a natural balance. We might never get it perfect, but we can strive toward that goal, absolutely.

Why You Cryin’?


We as Americans have never witnessed any POTUS in the history of POTUS’ cry in a public forum.  At least not to my knowledge.  So it begs the question. . . what?  Really?  Did he need a nap?  Buck up Barack, you’re leading a nation already!  A nation so wrought with economic despair and vulnerability to destruction from multiple sources within our own borders that it’s making our heads spin. We need strong. Why you cryin’?  I mean I understand why you were cryin’ back in 2008 when your Grammy passed away. Wait, where are all of the pics of your daughters with their GG?  Oh, there are none? Why, because they never met the woman you were so close to that when she shed her mortal coil you couldn’t contain yourself in public?  None of the photos of you with her are less than a 1/4 of a century old, that in and of itself is a puzzle.

Hmmmm,  interesting. . .hadn’t really thought of it in 2008, but now considering he’s cryin’ again, I believe I’m seeing a pattern.

If you believe any other nation is more of a threat to our people than our own, please examine our arsenal vs anyone elses in the world.  We win.  Game over.  We make the wars, and the lies behind the wars.  Wars are for one thing and one thing only, PROFIT for the greedy.  They sacrifice our youth, twists the minds of those watching the regurgitated propaganda on their “tell-lie-vision”, and kill innocents for land, power, and money.

Which brings me to my point.  I didn’t vote for BO this time around.  Although in 2008, I cried real tears of real hope when the guy I was rooting for won, I couldn’t bring myself to vote for him again.  Not that I voted for Rmoney ~ oh, haaaayell no.  I voted Green knowing it would mean but a drop in the bucket for the party.  We did end up with something like .5%, not that much, but enough to show there are some of us who are actually paying attention to the state our nation, nay our planet is in.

Barack had to win.  It was never really a contest.  Had I thought there was a chance that the greater of two evils would have had a remote possibility of winning, I may have spent my vote unwisely and went for Obomber.  I went with my gut, then voted my heart. I would have loved another choice, but this year the GOP kicked it’s own butt.  Firstly, an arrogant running mate with Eddie Munster’s hairline talking about how he believes in the philosophies put forth in Ayn Rand’s writings, was not a real good idea.  What was he saying?  Ayn Rand herself said she hoped her predictions didn’t come true and that she was frightened by what she foresaw.  Paul Ryan is a sophomoric idiot, that hurt the GOP with his poorly planned photo-ops among other lies,  and Rmoney is an unfeeling robot, concerned with only one thing.  Profit, no matter how it’s gained.  I mean really, kennel the dog you cheap bastard!  Or let it ride inside!

For myself it’s the fact that BO was going to get us out of war and he made it even more horrific with drones, and the fact that he hired a bunch of bad guys to overlook exactly what they are destroying that prevented me from voting for him this time around.  A good example would be his ex-Monsatan hirees. Scientific Advisors Sharon Long worked 5 yrs for the M-word before joining Obama’s staff, and plant geneticist Barbara Schaal, was editor of a study done in 2005 claiming a prior study done in ’01 was incorrect in saying GMOs had contaminated native Mexican maize, before she joined the staff. Not surprising she would let lies be spread concerning this atrocity, given she is a former member of the BOD for Monsanto.  Roger Beachy was Dir. of Monsanto’s Danforth Center and now our Dir. of USDA/NIFA, cool right? Islam Siddiqui once a lobbyist for the evil that is Monsanto, now serves as Ag. Negotiator & Trade Rep. Michael Taylor was VP at Monsanto, right before he came to work under Obama as our Sen. Advisor for the FDA and Dep. Commissioner.  And then there’s Hillary, our US Sec. of State, and Senator of the great state of New York. Her Rose Law Firm (yes the one involved in Whitewater) served as counsel for Monsanto.  You can’t make this stuff up.

It becomes clear very quickly as to who pulls our leader’s puppet strings.

While the first lady is out (pre-)tending an organic garden on the white house lawn, and Monsanto is busy only serving non-GMO food in their cafeterias, one begins to get that we’re being played.  GMOs are not safe, or the people who work for Monsanto would have an in-house GMO menu, and Sasha and Malia’s momma would be growing an all GMO garden.

So, why you cryin’ BO?  Who you sheddin’ tears for? Are you really filled with joy to overflowing, or are you sad for the future that you know is ahead?  Maybe you are relieved you weren’t assassinated during your first term, or perhaps you know that by stretching the strings the Oligarchy has tied to you, you may indeed snap one and end up very JFK, or RFK, or even MLK for that matter.

I’m not saying BO hasn’t made a few good decisions, he has.  A few. . .

And perhaps we will see the economy turn around before he steps down.  However if that is going to happen we better see some significant changes very soon, or I’m afraid he won’t have time to reverse this spiral downward in the next four years. That is the least of our worries, believe it or not.

The facts remain that he is advancing Agenda 21, has shown very little regard for the innocent lives he has authorized drone attacks against, and he’s freakin’ killing us with the GMOs! He should be cryin’, tears of shame.

The Day Obama Cried

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English: Seal of the President of the United States Español: Escudo del Presidente de los Estados Unidos Македонски: Печат на Претседателот на Соединетите Американски Држави. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today was a first for me and I’m sure most of America.  We watched as our POTUS shed tears.  In a very white state like Ohio our first black President cried a little bit.  Gone are the days when men holding positions of high power appear to remain stoic in emotionally impacted situations.  For instance, surviving a 4 year term and still feeling the love in crowds amassing 5 times the size of those gathering on behalf of your opponent.  Gathering voluntarily in Obama’s case, rather than being held in chilly temperatures for hours, then being given grief for wanting to leave as reported to have occurred at a rally for Romney.  What a mind-twisting, game the two parties play.  As council in a court of law, acts one way in front of their client as if they are fighting with all of their muster for justice, when in fact after it’s over both sides prosecutor and defender go off to dinner or cocktails or golf.  Never again to think on the client or how they deceived them into thinking the system is worthy of such extreme investment, both emotionally and financially.  When it’s not.

What most people still refuse to realize is that the POTUS has not got the power they would like to give him.  Believe it or not ~ he has “handlers” and they are instructed by higher echelon who really do run the world. If Obama or any member of high office chooses to buck this well established ancient society of elite. . .Pow! Another dead Kennedy.  Tough truth to be sure, but I needed to get that off of my chest. I’ve said it many times before and every once in awhile it seems to sound with some resonance on those who will listen.  It seems as though the phrase “conspiracy theorist” isn’t as condescending as it used to be.

I’m a mail-in voter. I don’t do lines if I can help it. I live in a rather small town so the lines would be short, but I like it this way.  From the comfort of my own home I can study each issue for days if I wish and color in the bubbles at my leisure. People wonder why I vote at all when I believe the way I do about our government.  As if voting for one of the two parties is what today is all about.  Most people don’t even know that voting for a third party candidate increases funding for future campaigns.  Rates are determined according to the percentage of votes a candidate receives.  In other words, the more Americans that pay attention to a particular third party, the more that particular third party gets paid.  True, these amounts are morsels among the feasts enjoyed by Dems and Reps, yet a morsel is sustenance still.  So, if we only vote for the 2 major parties we limit our options considerably.  We could even eliminate other parties completely, their extinction caused by indifference and apathy.

I believe the two party system is in deep trouble and getting deeper.  I do not in any way believe any of the third party candidates will become POTUS, however I had to vote my heart.  I was unable to vote the lesser of two evils as most chose to do.  I did vote Obama the 1st time around hoping for that change he represented so many years ago. This time I’m a little older and a lot wiser.  Obama will win, this isn’t even a contest.  He doesn’t need my vote.  He does need a little cricket on his shoulder telling him how to shut down the war machine, nuclear power plants, banksters, and more.  I HOPE this time around we do see change.

Allegory of the Cave


Plato’s parable is one that speaks of ignorance as a preference.  Out of cowardice those who have a choice to be educated or not, choose not to be.  In “The Republic” Plato narrates Socrates’ fictitious dialogue with Glaucon which describes a group of prisoners chained to the wall of a cave in darkness.  They are all facing the wall and can only see shadows cast by forms carried by puppeteers that stride between the mouth of the cave and a light just beyond.  They create their own reality which  overwhelms that which is true, and continue on in ignorance rather than break free when given the opportunity, or even turn their heads to see what is truly casting the shadow.  I think they (the masses) rather enjoy the show.

When the majority of the population chooses to make their own reality from shadows cast upon them rather than turn around and seek the truth we have our modern day America.  Left hand chained by Dempublicans. Right hand chained by the Republocrats. Heads chained watching the shadow of the the evening news projected onto the walls of their darkened caves by CNN and Faux, and all MS media broadcast in our modern time.  It’s scary to “turn around”,  the boogie man of the shadows must be so much worse a nightmare to see in actuality.   Or not. . . maybe it’s all a ploy to keep people facing the wall of the darkened cave.  To keep them prisoner, to keep them in fear, chained in place, so they don’t start any trouble.  And how long has this been going on?  Ask an ancient philosopher.

On the “Theory of Forms” ~ As a child I would stare into the night shadows and see horrors that in the light of day were only that . . . shadows.  As I grew I realized I had the choice to seek out the source of the shadow and find out what there was to be afraid of, if anything, or to hide my head under the covers.  It never turned out to be the monster claws or beastly talons reaching to burst glass panes of my imagination, but rather a pencil jar or hairbrush in the moonlit windowsill.

As we grow we discover our fears are our own creation.  That is some of us do.  Others just seem to settle in.  Comfortable in the shackles of lies handed to them in between MMA matches and Honey Boo Boo episodes,  Sucking down the Pepsi, eating GMOs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Totally puzzled when the doctor bills start pouring in.  Drinking fluoride, and breathing Chemtrails, acting like this is all normal.  Choosing to believe the Twin Towers imploded upon themselves magically and despite the fact the debris from Flight 77 has yet to show up anywhere around the Pentagon nor has the remains of even one of the passengers of that flight, we’re still blaming some brown guys swinging box cutters with minimal flight training.  Poof, like magic gone, not one leg, or arm or even pinky toe to be found.  Not one piece of the plane.  Not to mention the convenient location of the “crash”.  Ouch, right in the books.  That must be what they mean when they say “cookin’ the books”.  Poof, up in smoke, more magic.

The shadows projected by the puppeteers are so scary the prisoners refuse to see what it really is. Waiting for a leader to instruct them, guide them towards inaction. It’s much easier for the masses to follow the leader.  Even if that leader leads them to battle over and over and over again for no good reason.  Even when the leader George W’s us right out of our economic surplus.  Like fake Disney lemmings heading for a cliff.  Nooo, little lemmings come back, don’t . . . ahh, too bad, so fluffy.

Watching the few minutes of the debates that I did, I was reminded of this parable of Socrates as told by his faithful student Plato.  Chained by both parties, left and right, Americans refusing to see the truth. Preferring to be entertained rather than informed. We do have other choices.  If you turn around you can see it’s mostly your imagination feeding your fears.  It was hard to find out there is no Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, Santa.  But we got over it, and we can move on from all shocking truth eventually.

A prisoner does break free and escapes the cave.  Temporarily blinded by the brightness he slowly begins to make out the forms for what they really are.  Seeing the reality he’s no longer fearful, and looks up to the sun, discovering finally the light source. However upon reentry to inform his fellow cave-dwelling captives of the truth, said escapee is ridiculed and made a fool.  The detainees are more comfortable in their chains.

Dig deep, seek answers rather than take the word of others (including me).

Turn around and see the source.  Face the light.

Like a Bumblebee, Baby


a few things from the garden

Wow! Where did the time go?  Long time no blog, or much of anything else but harvest, can, water, and look for new recipes for all of these veggies.

I’ve also been out and about trying to get support and endorsements for California’s Prop. 37.  Hanging out at farmer’s markets, pounding the pavement up and down some of the busier streets in our small town.  I’m amazed at the difference between the lack of awareness about this subject we have here in North County, as opposed to those in South County who actually applauded our protest signs as we marched in the 4th of July parade.  In south county children are even aware of what GMOs are and they came out in the street pointing to our signs and said so.  On the other hand, here in north county, very few folks even know what I am talking about.  Same county . . . strange . . . .like Twilight Zone weirdness to me.

I have had some horrible reception here in north county, but it hasn’t stopped me.  Life is hard sometimes, that’s why they call it life.   Attendance at the meetings seems to be dropping due mainly to season and folks traveling during this time of year.   And then there is the conservative, small town factor.   I did meet a man at one of the farmer’s markets who actually had manufactured biotech seeds.  He told me he believed it was the only way the planet is going to make it.  When I asked about the horrific mutations and birth defects they have been known to cause as well as the cancer, diabetes, nerve disorders, and more, he looked away and then back at me and said the industry had simply grown too fast too soon, without proper regulation.  Given the biotech industry has been doing this to our food for over 2 decades I asked him if that wasn’t time enough to get some of these regulations in place, and would labeling GMOs be a bad thing if they are so wonderful?  At that point in the conversation he was being led away by his wife.  I thanked him for giving me his point of view and told him he was the first human being I’d ever met in person who was actually pro-GMO.  He never answered as to why we should not label.

I don’t know that we will beat Monsanto, they have already spent 25 million to tell the state how the cost of putting a few more letters on a label will cause food prices to skyrocket.  So sick of their BS. However, the campaign is about more than just winning.  It is a reason to educate.  It is a means by which conversation on the subject can be started.  I will continue to work at this until the election and past that day.  Hopefully one day we will join the 50 other countries who demand that GMOs are labeled.

Meanwhile, I need to eat some of this organic squash that is taking over my world.  The other day I thought I would try something and it turned out delicious.  So simple, so fast, so yummy!!  Don’t you wish life was more like that?

Super Simple Summer Squash

Slice any type of summer squash in thin slices, about 1/8″ thick.  Place in a large bowl.  Pour a vinaigrette over the top of all and toss to coat.  Add Parmesan cheese to the bowl and toss to cover pieces as best you can.  Lay slices on baking sheet and add more cheese to the empty spots.  Bake for approx. 15-20 minutes on 350 degrees or until browned.  Eat while hot, but still good cold!

Hope you enjoy this dish and if you are a Californian, please remember to vote YES on #37 in November.