I just saw this posted on… you guessed it, Facebook.

Oh. My. God.

I’m taking this from a post I saw a little bit ago. The more I watch, the more I gasp.

I did some background checking to see what the hell this 9.12 thing was all about. When it was supposedly originally put out there, it seemed to be a good idea. A way to get the country back to pre-9/11 (if my research serves correctly). Something went wrong some where. Seriously. Oh wait… Glenn Beck was the ring leader. Never mind.

I’m not a huge fan of profanity- or rap… but this actually blends the two perfectly.

For all da mother’s in da house!

I think I accidentally blinked because I had completely missed this. The Birthers… people who are bent on proving and freaking out that Obama is not a US citizen.

Pretty much most of our presidents in my life time have not been the greatest. They’ve been an outright embarrassment- but it’s not like you can pick your… oh wait. I guess we can. It’s call an election. Go back in time as much as you want to the perfect founding fathers who were painted as saints in most peoples minds due to the lack of media coverage and decent locks on the closets. The dreams that were written up for a completely different world for a political system that was for a much different time.

I had my initial dislike for Bush due to his inability to separate church and state and his religious agenda that at time pissed me off to no end… programs for my child being slashed left and right leaving us pretty much in a dust bowl -and I could go on and on but I won’t.

This is our country and the people had spoken. What I felt was unfair about the Bush admin is that the people had spoken, and it wasn’t for W. The second term I just didn’t care any more.

I’m sick of the haters who aren’t doing anything to help except bore me to tears with their moronic Chihuahua-esque yapping. It’s like bitching about the frigid air without being willing to put on a sweater, turn up the thermostat or see what you can do heat up the room. I’m sure that analogy sucks but it’s 10 in the morning and I have not had any coffee.

**fixing the coffee issue**

I have my coffee and it’s cooling. I always dread election time. Actually this time it’s been a little different. Rational people turning into snarling creatures freaking out about guns, abortions etc. Irrational fears. Posting garbage trying to rile people up of things that actually happened years ago in the Bush admin and blaming our 6 month president for it.

I for one feel the right to bear arms for another world and another time. I don’t mind weapons being used on animals for the purpose of food. I’m conflicted about allowing guns in city limits for protection. I get the shoot to maim if there’s an intruder… but I for one have a dagger by my bed. I lived with someone many many many years ago who insisted on keeping a gun under the mattress and it freaked me out every time I made the bed. I *hated* it.

I think a lot has to do with my early years.  So many issues with guns. 1. My dad decided to join Amway and took us kids into the middle of the woods in Alaska where we were forced to shoot the hell out of our television set (unsure why because we weren’t without a tv very long) but apparently the ‘boob tube’ an evil distraction.
2. My Auntie Alice (I had a strong connection with her, she lived in Sonoma, funny and crazy older woman- My grandma Masuoka’s sister). I would spend the time during the summers with her when we’d visit the lower 48. At night we’d sit under the stars and talk about the world and life… She pointed to the North star and got all teary eyed “When I see that, I think of you up in Alaska and I miss you.” We decided that every time we saw the star, we’d say “I love you” and the other person would hear it and it wouldn’t feel so lonely out there. Shortly after my dad moved us to Washington and I got to visit her one more time- I got the news that after her brother died, there was a fight over the vineyard and she wound up getting shot and killed by her other brother, my great uncle. His son was a sherrif and had to arrest his own father…
3. As a teenager I had a gun held to my temple very briefly because I was confused about being a narc by someone who was high on cocaine.

My view on Pro-Life… I’m pro-choice. Obviously I’ve never had an abortion and I never will. I would prefer people put birth control in the water… or give a girl a birth control shot from the time she hits puberty until she leaves home (and continue educating kids on sex and STD’s). Yes, babies are a miracle blah blah blah- and then they become a bane and cyst upon society and on death row courtesy of the same people who fought to abolish abortion. AND… then they also gripe about the kids who they wanted to kill abortion doctors for- how their taxes are raising those kids because the parent won’t get a job. (yes those are extremes but subtle examples are overlooked)

Anyway- It’s tiresome.