As I always suspected would happen, Scott Walker's budget repair bill is now stopped dead in its tracks by the Wisconsin judicial system.
Scott Walker and his followers are screaming about the inadequacies of the judicial system, and basically doing what bullies always do when someone actually fights back ---- whining and crying like the true wimps they are. Point is, they have figured out that even they, in their rabid righteousness and propaganda spouting vehemence, can't commit criminal acts.
The point is, these yokels tried to pass a law that was unfair, and they did it by pulling every undemocratic trick in the book.
As thoughtful citizens of Wisconsin, we should remember how unprofessionally these so-called politicians behaved. Please remember it. Please vote in local elections. Please do not stay in your house and expect someone else to stand up for your rights while you do nothing. Please sign recall petitions for every Scott Walker supporter, as well as for Mr. Walker, himself.
Let's take back this country. One State at a Time. One Law at a Time. One Crooked Politician at a Time.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Jobs
I got a letter yesterday, offering me the chance to interview for sort of a dream job (in my opinion). I'm debating on answering it. Truth is, I need a new car, well, not really need. It's more that I want a new car. I have a tendency to drive my cars to death. Mine is hardly near death, but I'm sick of it and my niece needs a car, so I'll give her the old one. See, it's real important for people to do nice things for people who are struggling. This viewpoint keeps me out of the catagory of greedy bitch; something I am so determined to retain.
The trouble is, I actually have a dream job now. I hardly ever have to go to work. That's REAL cool. When I do go to work, I'm never under any stress. My job is not difficult. Selling jewelry to women is kind of a no brainer. Selling it to men is simple, too, depending on where they are on the guilt scale or deadline (and they always shop the same day of the big event). Anyhow, I punch in for my 3 hour, or 5 hour shift twice a week, talk to really nice people who appreciate conversation more than they actually enjoy the shopping, and earn some nice commission. When I punch out, I go home and never ever give the place a second thought. This is a dream job. Hardly there. Not difficult. No stress. Earn enough money to keep me in the fun light.
But, the truth is, I did not have a good winter. I had a miserable winter. I was stuck in the house too much, my husband is still working almost full time, you can only paint, redecorate, read, write, etc. so much. I dread another winter like the one just hanging on still.
And the dream job. I'm well-read. The job is in a library. I've always loved libraries --- the quiet, the smell of old books, the architecture itself is so perfect and conducive to peacefulness. I've convinced myself. I'm going to call for the interview.
The trouble is, I actually have a dream job now. I hardly ever have to go to work. That's REAL cool. When I do go to work, I'm never under any stress. My job is not difficult. Selling jewelry to women is kind of a no brainer. Selling it to men is simple, too, depending on where they are on the guilt scale or deadline (and they always shop the same day of the big event). Anyhow, I punch in for my 3 hour, or 5 hour shift twice a week, talk to really nice people who appreciate conversation more than they actually enjoy the shopping, and earn some nice commission. When I punch out, I go home and never ever give the place a second thought. This is a dream job. Hardly there. Not difficult. No stress. Earn enough money to keep me in the fun light.
But, the truth is, I did not have a good winter. I had a miserable winter. I was stuck in the house too much, my husband is still working almost full time, you can only paint, redecorate, read, write, etc. so much. I dread another winter like the one just hanging on still.
And the dream job. I'm well-read. The job is in a library. I've always loved libraries --- the quiet, the smell of old books, the architecture itself is so perfect and conducive to peacefulness. I've convinced myself. I'm going to call for the interview.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Cheap Bitches
I know a woman who is so ..... well frugal is far too polite.......who is so incredibly cheap, its embarrassing to be around her. Especially when the check arrives.
I guess people like her have always been in abundance. They hold on to the first dollar they ever got and they hoard their money. What they don't get is they hoard their money into extinction, because you really can't take it with you.
Anyhow, I find this particular woman's history to be most comical. She married for money (but the man she married didn't have any) so the joke was on her. She spent the rest of her married life, until her spouse died (he was twenty years her senior) being angry, bitter, and bent on never letting him have a single cent of money she earned. You can see the hypocrisy in this, as can I. Still, I find it most amusing that she found herself in this situation and that she spent her whole married life crying over the money her husband didn't have to give her. I'm talking thirty years of whining and making everyone suffer because she was so blinded by the thought of money, she couldn't see the empty piss pot.
Now, this money grubbing, greedy woman never ever skimped on herself. She had closets full of designer clothes in many different sizes, dependent on where she was in the eating disorder game.
She never offered to pay a check, and if she did offer to buy anything, like a ticket to a show for someone who truly couldn't afford it, that gift somehow never materialized. She reminds me of a big concrete ugly bank building where inside she hides all her treasures and her only role in life is to make sure no one ever gets to share them. This is her security. This is her superiority. This is how she thinks she covers up the fact that her life and herself are extraordinarily superficial and disingenuous. Surprise! We all see her anyhow. And we laugh at her fiscal conservatism, as she would call it. We call it Greedy Bitch Syndrome. I'm sure she stops to pick up pennies on the sidewalk, and not because she thinks they might be lucky.
To people like the cheap bitch I've described above, I have only one thing to say. You should learn to use your money like toilet paper, because in the end run, that's all it's going to be worth. May your ass be big enough to utilize your wealth! You certainly were a big enough ass in real life.
I guess people like her have always been in abundance. They hold on to the first dollar they ever got and they hoard their money. What they don't get is they hoard their money into extinction, because you really can't take it with you.
Anyhow, I find this particular woman's history to be most comical. She married for money (but the man she married didn't have any) so the joke was on her. She spent the rest of her married life, until her spouse died (he was twenty years her senior) being angry, bitter, and bent on never letting him have a single cent of money she earned. You can see the hypocrisy in this, as can I. Still, I find it most amusing that she found herself in this situation and that she spent her whole married life crying over the money her husband didn't have to give her. I'm talking thirty years of whining and making everyone suffer because she was so blinded by the thought of money, she couldn't see the empty piss pot.
Now, this money grubbing, greedy woman never ever skimped on herself. She had closets full of designer clothes in many different sizes, dependent on where she was in the eating disorder game.
She never offered to pay a check, and if she did offer to buy anything, like a ticket to a show for someone who truly couldn't afford it, that gift somehow never materialized. She reminds me of a big concrete ugly bank building where inside she hides all her treasures and her only role in life is to make sure no one ever gets to share them. This is her security. This is her superiority. This is how she thinks she covers up the fact that her life and herself are extraordinarily superficial and disingenuous. Surprise! We all see her anyhow. And we laugh at her fiscal conservatism, as she would call it. We call it Greedy Bitch Syndrome. I'm sure she stops to pick up pennies on the sidewalk, and not because she thinks they might be lucky.
To people like the cheap bitch I've described above, I have only one thing to say. You should learn to use your money like toilet paper, because in the end run, that's all it's going to be worth. May your ass be big enough to utilize your wealth! You certainly were a big enough ass in real life.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Erlaichda -- Spring in Wisconsin
All the robins in my neighborhood look very very eggy and pregnant.
The potholes in my neighborhood are deeper and more dangerous than I've ever seen them.
People with body mass index scores in the thirties are walking around in knee length shorts.
Everything in the stores is pink, yellow, green and flowery. Even men's shorts. Even wheelchairs. Even cigarettes. (Take a puff of springtime!) If it can be pasteled and floraled, its spring.
Everyone you know is sick, and has been for the past three months with one virus or another. They keep saying they'll feel better when it warms up. They don't actually believe it, though. Not that they won't feel better......but that it will EVER warm up.
Kids are thinking about the great delicacy known as an Easter basket. Makes me glad I'm not a stupid kid anymore. I just eat freakin chocolate constantly; it's how I've managed NOT to blow my brains out all winter. Well, I don't exactly know how to load a gun, either.
You can actually smell the dead rot and decay of all those leaves in your flower beds. It's pungent. It's spring! Not exactly a rose in bloom, but not as bad as the dead raccoon you found last year under the magnolia tree. That your dog just had to roll in. That took nine dog baths to get rid of the stench.
Some of your smaller missing garden tools have shown up somewhat the worse for wear in the places you NOW remember leaving them.
Dismal snow and short gray days have given way to dismal rain and a tad bit longer days.
There is birdsong at 5:00 a.m., reminding you of how you couldn't wait for the noisy little bastard cuckoo suckers to fly south last August when you were suffering your birthday hangover.
There is no snow to shovel and the grass is still relatively frozen to the earth, except for the yellow round spots that your dog has so accommodatingly fertilized for you. To death.
The trees still look dead and you're always just a little concerned when walking the dog when a loud crack is heard. My city doesn't have money to take care of trees, so they just die off, limb by limb. Like a diabetic. Death by installment plan.
The stupid television shows start to go to reruns, which is fine, because you didn't watch them the first time due to their stupidity.
You replace your snow shovel with a rake, your ice scraper with a fly swatter and your constant bitching about being cold with constant bitching about how hot it is.
Please send me money so I can move to Hawaii. The four seasons just aren't working for me anymore.
The potholes in my neighborhood are deeper and more dangerous than I've ever seen them.
People with body mass index scores in the thirties are walking around in knee length shorts.
Everything in the stores is pink, yellow, green and flowery. Even men's shorts. Even wheelchairs. Even cigarettes. (Take a puff of springtime!) If it can be pasteled and floraled, its spring.
Everyone you know is sick, and has been for the past three months with one virus or another. They keep saying they'll feel better when it warms up. They don't actually believe it, though. Not that they won't feel better......but that it will EVER warm up.
Kids are thinking about the great delicacy known as an Easter basket. Makes me glad I'm not a stupid kid anymore. I just eat freakin chocolate constantly; it's how I've managed NOT to blow my brains out all winter. Well, I don't exactly know how to load a gun, either.
You can actually smell the dead rot and decay of all those leaves in your flower beds. It's pungent. It's spring! Not exactly a rose in bloom, but not as bad as the dead raccoon you found last year under the magnolia tree. That your dog just had to roll in. That took nine dog baths to get rid of the stench.
Some of your smaller missing garden tools have shown up somewhat the worse for wear in the places you NOW remember leaving them.
Dismal snow and short gray days have given way to dismal rain and a tad bit longer days.
There is birdsong at 5:00 a.m., reminding you of how you couldn't wait for the noisy little bastard cuckoo suckers to fly south last August when you were suffering your birthday hangover.
There is no snow to shovel and the grass is still relatively frozen to the earth, except for the yellow round spots that your dog has so accommodatingly fertilized for you. To death.
The trees still look dead and you're always just a little concerned when walking the dog when a loud crack is heard. My city doesn't have money to take care of trees, so they just die off, limb by limb. Like a diabetic. Death by installment plan.
The stupid television shows start to go to reruns, which is fine, because you didn't watch them the first time due to their stupidity.
You replace your snow shovel with a rake, your ice scraper with a fly swatter and your constant bitching about being cold with constant bitching about how hot it is.
Please send me money so I can move to Hawaii. The four seasons just aren't working for me anymore.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Sniff Sniff --- The Stench of Republican Desperation is in the Air!
Oil Can Scotty, in a desperate attempt to retain credibility with a handful of rich people who wouldn't know credible from edible, has again attempted an end run to make his union busting law, well, lawful.
NOT GOING TO HAPPEN, OIL CAN!
Scott Walker knows he hasn't got a brain in his bald little head, but he does depend on people more blessed in the intelligence department to find methods to allow him to get his way. Whether or not those methods are legal doesn't hold any weight with Scott Walker. He is, afterall, King Walker Scotty God.
Lesson One to Republicans. Don't circumvent the Justice System.
Lesson Two to Republicans. Why is it so important to publish Oil Can Scotty's ridiculous budget repair bill right now? Did someone promise Scott Walker something to get this accomplished in a certain amount of time? What's the prize?
Lesson Three to Republicans. Oil Can Scotty is the Governor. He is not the Supreme Dictator. The laws actually do apply to the governor too. If they didn't, we'd have seen Scott Walker outside the Capitol by now, shooting at protesters.
The lengths to which Scott Walker is going to pass this absolutely unfair, undemocratic legislation, is suspect at best, and criminal, probably. Let's scrutinize Scott Walker and his connections to the ultra-wealthy. I know it's boring - the man is so without color and animation, it's hard not to fall asleep. Maybe that's what he's counting on. Nevertheless, let's put Scott Walker under the microscope of a thorough investigation. There is more than ideology going on here. But what?
NOT GOING TO HAPPEN, OIL CAN!
Scott Walker knows he hasn't got a brain in his bald little head, but he does depend on people more blessed in the intelligence department to find methods to allow him to get his way. Whether or not those methods are legal doesn't hold any weight with Scott Walker. He is, afterall, King Walker Scotty God.
Lesson One to Republicans. Don't circumvent the Justice System.
Lesson Two to Republicans. Why is it so important to publish Oil Can Scotty's ridiculous budget repair bill right now? Did someone promise Scott Walker something to get this accomplished in a certain amount of time? What's the prize?
Lesson Three to Republicans. Oil Can Scotty is the Governor. He is not the Supreme Dictator. The laws actually do apply to the governor too. If they didn't, we'd have seen Scott Walker outside the Capitol by now, shooting at protesters.
The lengths to which Scott Walker is going to pass this absolutely unfair, undemocratic legislation, is suspect at best, and criminal, probably. Let's scrutinize Scott Walker and his connections to the ultra-wealthy. I know it's boring - the man is so without color and animation, it's hard not to fall asleep. Maybe that's what he's counting on. Nevertheless, let's put Scott Walker under the microscope of a thorough investigation. There is more than ideology going on here. But what?
Friday, March 25, 2011
David Prosser ---- SO WRONG
Reprinted, in part, from:
downwithtyranny.blogspot.com/2011/03/wisconsin-supreme-court-justice-dave.html
Here's an interesting tidbit from the past.
...."David Prosser, as District Attorney for Outagamie County, conspired with high church officials to cover up for John Feeney, a predatory priest who was raping young boys. Prosser was never charged or prosecuted and, in fact, the Republican Party made sure he was rising through their hierarchy until he wound up on the Wisconsin Supreme Court. Prosser still defends his actions....."
Pretty Scary. The guy hates women for having abortions, or even for using contraceptives, or even for disagreeing with him (YO - HE MEANS YOU BITCH! GET YOUR ASS BACK TO THE MATERNITY WARD) Yet he vehemently defends a priest who rapes children and his own actions in having the priest moved to another parish, where more rapes occurred. Interesting. Sounds like devil worship to me. But then, you all know how I feel about the debacle that is the catholic church. And now, the debacle that is David Prosser.
I recently got a glossy vote-for-me flyer from David Prosser. It glaringly revealed all of his prejudices against women and children. I was so outraged by it, I immediately set it on fire. Under my voodoo doll. In all honesty, I hope the other good citizens of this state who received the flyer were equally outraged at Mr. Prosser's "qualifications" to retain his seat on the Supreme Court. Better polish off your resume, Mr. Prosser. You're going to be the the bitch in this election.
Please go to Down with Tyranny and read the complete blog. Or just trust me when I tell you, David Prosser is about as fit to be a Supreme Court Justice as Scott Walker is to be a Governor. But I guess some of you are just determined to see Wisconsin keep spiraling downwards. Money seems to cause insanity. Maybe we can do Chapter 51 commitments on the top wage earners in the State. Afterall, look at billionaire Samuel Curtis Johnson, and his current criminal charges. Are you people all nuts? Sure seems like it. But, more important, where do the Scott Walkers and the David Prossers of the world get it in their vacuum like heads that sexually abusing a child is okay? Because THAT SEEMS TO BE WHAT THEY BELIEVE!
I have just one question. Does Scott Walker have to wipe his bald spot several times a day because of the $hit leaking out of his brains?
downwithtyranny.blogspot.com/2011/03/wisconsin-supreme-court-justice-dave.html
Here's an interesting tidbit from the past.
...."David Prosser, as District Attorney for Outagamie County, conspired with high church officials to cover up for John Feeney, a predatory priest who was raping young boys. Prosser was never charged or prosecuted and, in fact, the Republican Party made sure he was rising through their hierarchy until he wound up on the Wisconsin Supreme Court. Prosser still defends his actions....."
Pretty Scary. The guy hates women for having abortions, or even for using contraceptives, or even for disagreeing with him (YO - HE MEANS YOU BITCH! GET YOUR ASS BACK TO THE MATERNITY WARD) Yet he vehemently defends a priest who rapes children and his own actions in having the priest moved to another parish, where more rapes occurred. Interesting. Sounds like devil worship to me. But then, you all know how I feel about the debacle that is the catholic church. And now, the debacle that is David Prosser.
I recently got a glossy vote-for-me flyer from David Prosser. It glaringly revealed all of his prejudices against women and children. I was so outraged by it, I immediately set it on fire. Under my voodoo doll. In all honesty, I hope the other good citizens of this state who received the flyer were equally outraged at Mr. Prosser's "qualifications" to retain his seat on the Supreme Court. Better polish off your resume, Mr. Prosser. You're going to be the the bitch in this election.
Please go to Down with Tyranny and read the complete blog. Or just trust me when I tell you, David Prosser is about as fit to be a Supreme Court Justice as Scott Walker is to be a Governor. But I guess some of you are just determined to see Wisconsin keep spiraling downwards. Money seems to cause insanity. Maybe we can do Chapter 51 commitments on the top wage earners in the State. Afterall, look at billionaire Samuel Curtis Johnson, and his current criminal charges. Are you people all nuts? Sure seems like it. But, more important, where do the Scott Walkers and the David Prossers of the world get it in their vacuum like heads that sexually abusing a child is okay? Because THAT SEEMS TO BE WHAT THEY BELIEVE!
I have just one question. Does Scott Walker have to wipe his bald spot several times a day because of the $hit leaking out of his brains?
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Paula Lucey Named Behavior Health Director
It is rare for Milwaukee County to approach a person retired from county service and persuade that person to come out of retirement and work for the county again. But in the case of Paula Lucey being named as the Director of Behavioral Health, I have to applaud the foresight and wisdom of that choice. I guess it doesn't really matter who made the decision to offer the job to Ms. Lucey, it is just so fortuitous that someone did and she accepted.
Ms. Lucey was probably one of the best administrators Milwaukee County ever employed when she ran the Department of Human Services. She is reasonable, no-nonsense and intelligent. Those qualities were never appreciated much by Milwaukee County's bureaucracy, but since the exit of Scott Walker, there seems to be a reversal of brain trust, and those qualities are once more revered. Poor Madison. The $hit seems to have moved west.
Anyhow, I don't expect I'll have to report on any top level mismanagement, rapes of the developmentally disabled resulting in pregnancies, or other such criminal acts as happened during Scott Walker and John Chianelli's debacle leadership of that institution. Not that Ms. Lucey won't be faced with challenges, since current thought is that its the mentally ill's fault that they are compromised, and why should we (republicans) pay for treatment.
I caution Ms. Lucey, however, to know who she is dealing with. It's a real fine line out there between some staff and the sickest patients. But she's a smarty pants! Hurray for her.
Ms. Lucey was probably one of the best administrators Milwaukee County ever employed when she ran the Department of Human Services. She is reasonable, no-nonsense and intelligent. Those qualities were never appreciated much by Milwaukee County's bureaucracy, but since the exit of Scott Walker, there seems to be a reversal of brain trust, and those qualities are once more revered. Poor Madison. The $hit seems to have moved west.
Anyhow, I don't expect I'll have to report on any top level mismanagement, rapes of the developmentally disabled resulting in pregnancies, or other such criminal acts as happened during Scott Walker and John Chianelli's debacle leadership of that institution. Not that Ms. Lucey won't be faced with challenges, since current thought is that its the mentally ill's fault that they are compromised, and why should we (republicans) pay for treatment.
I caution Ms. Lucey, however, to know who she is dealing with. It's a real fine line out there between some staff and the sickest patients. But she's a smarty pants! Hurray for her.
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