Saturday, December 24, 2016

Estranged Parents

I stumbled across a site for estranged parents to seek solace from the nasty bastards they gave birth to (us) and I can't begin to convey their sense of hopelessness as they lash out and drub the snot nose bastard fruit of their loins.

So I will give it to you as a musical.

I know this is racist as shit but nothing captures the plight of the estranged parents at the hands of their callous offspring like a rousing rendition of "Ole Man River!"
 
Man oh man you can always count on these parents to supply just the right words at just the right time to perfectly make your point. So I am shutting down this boat anchor I euphemistically call a computer and I dash by the Estranged Parents  website and see an article about whether kids that have gone No Contact deserve to be notified of a death in the family. Since my mother forbade us to attend my fathers funeral back in the 70's and instructed my ex wife to withhold  information about her death from my sister,  I thought this might be a good learning experience for me. Seeing how I am the only person I ever heard of that ditched the funerals of both parents because the family narcissist wouldn't have it. This is such a perfect illustration of their manipulation and histrionic need to control their family so they are always prepared to pull the rug out from the family members on a whim. So I am reading this article and I read somewhere between a hundred words  and a thousand and something is not quite right, but I can't quite put my finger on what it is, so I scroll down and I scroll down some more and find the picture they plan on using for this article and its a goddamn cat. I like cats as much as the next person. But I don't think the death of a cat ranks up there with the death of a close family member. But they seem to equate one with the other.

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Friday, December 16, 2016

Tis the season to Love your mother!.......OR ELSE!



About once a year the Love your mother zombies stalk the land spreading the word far and wide that if you don't just love love love your mother and tell everyone about it on Face book, There must be something wrong with YOU! I am glad the people who wrote these obituaries had the cajones to tell it like it was for them and not be backed down by the flood of comments and opinions that tell us we should love our mother just because she was our mother.  I was born at night but not last night. I say call it like you see it and if you had a fucked up mother it should be on them and not you for being unable to reach their cold cold heart. They could change if they wanted and seeing as they lie about their behavior they know goddamn good and well they are in the wrong.


Dolores Aguilar 1929 - Aug. 7, 2008
Dolores Aguilar, born in 1929 in New Mexico, left us on August 7, 2008. She will be met in the afterlife by her husband, Raymond, her son, Paul Jr., and daughter, Ruby. She is survived by her daughters Marietta, Mitzi, Stella, Beatrice, Virginia and Ramona, and son Billy; grandchildren, Donnelle, Joe, Mitzie, Maria, Mario, Marty, Tynette, Tania, Leta, Alexandria, Tommy, Billy, Mathew, Raymond, Kenny, Javier, Lisa, Ashlie and Michael; great-grandchildren, Brendan, Joseph, Karissa, Jacob, Delaney, Shawn, Cienna, Bailey, Christian, Andre Jr., Andrea, Keith, Saeed, Nujaymah, Salma, Merissa, Emily, Jayci, Isabella, Samantha and Emily. I apologize if I missed anyone.
Dolores had no hobbies, made no contribution to society and rarely shared a kind word or deed in her life. I speak for the majority of her family when I say her presence will not be missed by many, very few tears will be shed and there will be no lamenting over her passing. Her family will remember Dolores and amongst ourselves we will remember her in our own way, which were mostly sad and troubling times throughout the years. We may have some fond memories of her and perhaps we will think of those times too. But I truly believe at the end of the day ALL of us will really only miss what we never had, a good and kind mother, grandmother and great-grandmother. I hope she is finally at peace with herself.
As for the rest of us left behind, I hope this is the beginning of a time of healing and learning to be a family again. There will be no service, no prayers and no closure for the family she spent a lifetime tearing apart. We cannot come together in the end to see to it that her grandchildren and great-grandchildren can say their goodbyes. So I say here for all of us, GOOD BYE, MOM.
ORIGIN:Most newspaper obituaries adhere to one of a handful of set formulas that incorporate listing the name of the deceased, date of passing, predeceasing and surviving relatives, and where and when services will be held. Some deviate from this standard by providing additional information about the departed, information that is almost always of a laudatory nature. However, every now and again one encounters a written send-off that is far from the expected loving expression of facts about the person who died.
Such was the case with the obituary of Dolores Aguilar. The obit for this 79-year-old woman ran on16 and 17 August 2008 in the Vallejo [California] Times-Herald. It was placed by one of the deceased's many daughters.
According to John Bogert of the Daily Breeze (a newspaper based in the South Bay area of Los Angeles), Dolores Aguilar's daughter was moved to place the notice after reviewing the obituary of a co-worker's father and noting as she read through it how little any of it fit her mother. "What struck me was how my mother was none of the things I was reading. She was never there for us, she was never good and she left no legacy. So how could I say any of the usual things about her?" said the daughter to Bogert. She and her siblings, she maintained, were kept "unfed, poorly clothed and completely terrorized."
Before agreeing to run the unusual obituary, the Times-Herald took the additional step of requesting a copy of the death certificate, just to ensure that what they were being asked to publish wasn't a hoax. It wasn't: the woman being memorialized had passed away on 7 August 2008.
On 10 September 2013, the Reno Gazette-Journal published a similar obituary (in both its print and online versions) for Marianne Theresa Johnson-Reddick, who had passed away at the age of 78 and was described in her obit as having "neglected and abused her small children" and lived an "evil and violent life":
Marianne Theresa Johnson-Reddick born Jan 4, 1935 and died alone on Aug. 30, 2013. She is survived by her 6 of 8 children whom she spent her lifetime torturing in every way possible. While she neglected and abused her small children, she refused to allow anyone else to care or show compassion towards them. When they became adults she stalked and tortured anyone they dared to love. Everyone she met, adult or child was tortured by her cruelty and exposure to violence, criminal activity, vulgarity, and hatred of the gentle or kind human spirit.
On behalf of her children whom she so abrasively exposed to her evil and violent life, we celebrate her passing from this earth and hope she lives in the after-life reliving each gesture of violence, cruelty, and shame that she delivered on her children. Her surviving children will now live the rest of their lives with the peace of knowing their nightmare finally has some form of closure.
Most of us have found peace in helping those who have been exposed to child abuse and hope this message of her final passing can revive our message that abusing children is unforgivable, shameless, and should not be tolerated in a "humane society". Our greatest wish now, is to stimulate a national movement that mandates a purposeful and dedicated war against child abuse in the United States of America.
Johnson-Reddick's unusual obituary quickly garnered national attention, and the Gazette-Journal published a follow-up article explaining its origins:
Katherine Reddick, 57, said she wrote the obituary about her mother, 78, who died at a Reno nursing home. Her mother had bladder cancer and had become a ward of the state when she became sick and was hospitalized.
The two were not in contact.
Katherine Reddick, who works in education in Texas, described a horrific childhood that she and her brothers and sisters endured. Moved from California to Las Vegas to eventually live in an orphanage in Carson City, she described being abused for years by her mother and in multiple foster homes. Reddick said she slept on the floors of places where her mother ran escort businesses.
From 1963 to 1964, six of Johnson-Reddick’s [eight] children were admitted to the Nevada Children’s Home in Carson City, the long-standing orphanage that closed in 1992.
The children lived there until they either turned 18, joined the military, got married or were ordered to go back and live with their mother, according to state documents at the Nevada Department of Health and Human Services.
"We were constantly physically, mentally abused even after being taken away and put in the children's home," Patrick Reddick said during testimony in 1987. He said that on weekends, they were sent home to an office in Reno, sometimes lined up and beaten with a steel-tipped belt.
Katherine and her brother Patrick said they talked about writing the obituary after learning about their mother’s death. Both are graduates of Carson High School.
They said they did not expect the obituary to garner national attention.

"People may see this as something we did to shame our mother," Patrick Reddick, the second oldest of eight children, said in a phone interview. "But this is to bring shame to the issue of child abuse. I want every single person to realize this could be your obituary."

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Just when I thought I Was out They Pulled Me Back In.



Another arm chair life coach is being a pest to one of my friends.

Blow me you hag!
I wanted to put that on Peeps comments but she has more class than to want me going over and dirtying things up for her.

http://fivehundredpoundpeeps.blogspot.com/2016/12/sums-up-life-on-facebook.html

Maybe we can chip in and buy some firecrackers
so she can put them up hers cats bunghole and light the fuse.




Sunday, December 11, 2016

Herr Himmler

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Herr Himmler,
How did you get all those Jews into just one oven ?
I can hardly get a pork roast in mine. 
Luv ya! The Donald. 
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Saturday, December 10, 2016

The Elephant and the Stick



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I once went to a circus and saw a huge elephant tied to a small pole
with a rope, just standing there. So I wondered why the elephant is so
obedient and doesn’t break away from the stick with all of its
enormous strength and mass.

So they told me this story: once when the elephant was very young, it
was tied to the pole the same way. Naturally, it didn’t like that and
tried to escape, but try as it might, the rope and the pole were too
strong for it. The rope is tied so well they cannot break it. And so
it learns the rope keeps them in place. So the elephant eventually
gave up. And when it grows older, it keeps on believing it could not
escape from the rope, and remains standing in the same place, despite
the fact it could then easily escape.
And that is a good lesson for life: It is just as easy to make a human
being believe in his own powerlessness. If you had a past experience
that makes you believe you are powerless, you keep on believing it. If
you do that, you sabotage your own life by not even trying to reach
for new things, to explore your potential at present. And only because
you believe you are still the same person (child? teenager?) that had
that experience in the past.