I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Well, I got an earful on another website I belong to.

Erm--excuse me a second.

"BOOTSIE! WE DO NOT EAT CHRISTMAS TREES!"

Ahem. Where was I?

erm--excuse me again.

"BOOTSIE! WE DO NOT GRAB AND GNAW ON AND KICK, THE FALLEN ORNAMENTS, EITHER!"

Okay, well, Flame just chased Bootsie away so, all's well again.

Sorry about that--oh, and they've been so good, too. Well, that lasted about a day and a half. Guess the novelty's worn off.

It began with Charlie knocking the tree over this morning, and then Flame began playing with one of the silver jingle bell ornaments...ah me, just a normal cat-owner's Christmas then.

Well, at least somebody's happy, ey?

Anyway--where the heck was I?

Oh yeah, well, this girl on this website, out of the blue--I don't even know her--starts telling me her life story...how upset she is that her boyfriend is miles away from her, and she's angry about it, and she can't understand how he could leave her to go work elsewhere.

Now I was nice--no, really. I sympathised with her, did the old maid-ish tsk-tsk, and isn't that a shame, and all that.

But, and I'm sorry to admit this--but I don't see what the problem is. Maybe it's because I've never had anyone be in love with me, or been in love myself--though I've certainly felt the stirrings once or twice, it's never been allowed to develop into anything more---so maybe my perception is a bit skewed, me being an old maid an all that.

To me--and this is just speaking about how I feel--yeah, I imagine it's quite hard, to be apart from someone you care about, have deep feelings for. But me--I don't know. I feel, like, if I ever found someone who truly loved me--I mean, really loved me, and for him I also had deep feelings, well, it would be hard, being separated--but mostly, I'd just want him to be HAPPY. And, if being apart means that he's happy, that's okay. As long as he kept in touch with me (and I don't mean every single day--just a few times a week, or whatever), and I knew that he missed me, but was off doing what he loved...or if he was in a situation, where he simply couldn't be with me...I don't see the problem. Military personnel, long-haul truckers, pilots, ship workers and fishermen and others, all are forced to be away from loved one's for long periods. Sometimes it breaks up a relationship--and sometimes not.

I watched, for 32 years, my mum married to a man who was always there (well, in the physical sense), but whom totally hated his life, his job. I would much rather be apart from someone I loved who was off, happy doing his thing, than live all the time with some miserable git. That's just me, though. I'm not speaking for woman-kind or anything like that.

I think, it's a personal thing, inside you. You either can handle separation--learn to deal with it as it comes, or you simply cannot.

And, I don't find fault with those who can't, not at all.

It's just human nature, individuality, it's the way people are...and of course, it depends, I think quite often, on the situation, as well.

I've been posting a lot of blather, and I don't know why. I usually try to keep my political rants down to a minimum, but seem to have gone a bit over my quota in the last day or so.

I'm so out of it, sometimes, heaven only knows what I'm babbling on about these days.

I'm danged tired. I was up all night in wracking pain, a living hell that only someone else who's been in that kind of pain for hours on end, can truly understand. Well, I'm tanked up on quite a few hundred mg's of Ibuproferin, so I'm good to go for my 10 to 9 shift today--I hope.

By 7pm, last night, I literally was hard pressed to talk, we'll see what tonight brings. Still waiting on that good news--that should happen sometime today--should, being the watchword here.

Have a good day, all. Cheers.

David Tennant has become so popular with the girls, that it's become rather difficult for him to go out in public any longer, without becoming mobbed by sex-starved women and girls. So, Tennant has taken to wearing disguises---which sometimes work, and, as we see here, sometimes don't.

Recently, Who star Tennant went shopping as Asda, dressed like Roy Orbison. Unfortunately, the disguise was seen through by two teenage girls, their mother, grandmum and their cousin, Bob.
It was Bob who first tried to grab Tennant and snog him.

Here's Tennant's reaction to Bob's advances:

In the news: a new national intelligence estimate found that Iran halted its nuclear weapons program in the fall of 2003, largely because of international scrutiny and pressure.

Yet as recent as 17th October, President Bush is pressing for a stronger military stance against Iran. He admonished congress and the American people, saying, that anyone "interested in avoiding World War III" (which would exclude Bush of course, who genuinely believes in Armmageddon) should be interested in stopping Iran from having the knowledge needed to make a nuclear weapon.

Okay, Iraq had no more weapons of mass destruction--yet we went into a war that's cost thousands of lives--many of them innocent children and women, and has pretty much caused America (despite republican denials) to fall into a recession, and made life miserable for a vast amount of people who need to buy petrol or heating oil to survive.

So, what will happen if Americans remain stupid and gullible and...stupid, and allow Bush his wish, and we invade Iran as well? How many more people will die? How many more will suffer poverty and hardship for the sake of a war-crazy (with an emphasis on crazy) president?

Well, I'm so knackered, I've got tremmors in my hands, and my eyes are blurry. I had a hamburger for dinner around ten--and my goodness, didn't that just hurt--after nine hours of talking, I'm afraid the old jaw can only open about halfway to what it normally should, it's just that stiff and sore. Even 600mg of pain killer isn't helping by now--and I've got several more days to go of this--I dread to think what I'll feel like tomorrow morning.

Eating that hamburger, though--well, I'm seriously considering buying some baby food--yucky, but better than than..well, what's it matter? You gotta' do what you gotta' do, like it or not.

Life is Hell, and then you die and go to Hell, and so..the point of all this is?

Write on one side of the paper only.

I may have some good news tomorrow, though. We'll see. Nite all, pleasant dreams.

And, on that note, here' my caption for Tuesday:

"No Martha, for the last time, I'm not giving you a Tardis Learners permit! We'd probably end up permanently stranded at your mother's house!"

I was reading a news story on a local TV station's website tonight.

In just the Northeastern part of my state (as opposed to Long Island, NYC, Lower Hudson Valley, Central NY, Northern NY, the Southern Tier and Western NY)..anyway, this part of the state, has a bit over 120,000 people holding state hunting permits. Of those, 221 are CONVICTED FELONS--who are NOT allowed to own a gun, ever. We're not talking pickpockets or con artists--we're talking armed robbers, violent offenders (armed assault), rapists and murderers!

The authorities at EnCon (State of New York Department of Environmental Conservation), who oversees all aspects of hunting and fishing in the state, with their own police force-- freely admitted that is seldom investigates people who apply for hunting permits--at least a quarter of these felons, have listed a kill by a rifle or shotgun in their paperwork, and it's believed that that's only a fraction of the true figures.

On top of that, many first-time hunters--especially those from the metro New York area, admit they've never seen a real deer--and in fact, year after year, cattle, horses, goats and pet dogs, are often shot (not all out of meanness) because these amateur hunters genuinely believe they are deer. And NOTHING is done about it.

In 1983, I gave my cousin Butch--then our village's police chief, my dad's shotgun to melt down--because I had no need for it, and did not want a gun in the house, and did not want it to fall into the wrong hands. My cousin, rather than honor my request like a decent cop would, gave the gun back to my dad--who didn't want it any more than I did--and he turned around and gave it to my then brother-in-law...yup, a convicted felon (armed robbery with a BB rifle).

But, hey, they have the right to bear arms--it's just that they're so busy bearing their arms, they often forget to expose their brains to a little air, as well.

Only in America! (And you wonder why I want so badly to emigrate to Europe?)

Police chase stolen doughnut truck
Monday, December 3, 2007 (from the Metro.uk)
Cop chase
'Police and doughnuts in the same story' shocker

With a name like Warren G Whitelightning, you are always going to stand out.

If found guilty of all charges, Mr Whitelightning could face almost ten years in prison.

Cops Rejoice as Donut Shop Becomes New Police Station

Police in Boynton Beach, Fla., should have no trouble finding the building chosen by the mayor to be their new substation. Chances are they've stopped by the site a few times already·

The article did not say whether the joy of a new police station will be strong enough to overcome the grief experienced by the officers when the Krispy Kreme shop went out of business.

From CBS News:

Cops Quickly Find Stolen Donut Truck

AP) A stolen truck full of doughnuts? Better believe Tri-Cities police were on that in a hurry. Moments after the theft of the Viera's Bakery van was reported early Friday in Kennewick, police issued an all-points bulletin.

Viera said he was happy that none of the load was lost "but I'm going to make sure Gilberto doesn't leave the keys in the truck any more."

We've had our fair share of idiot-boy robber 'round these parts as well:

The guy who robbed the bank--then actually had a Yellow Cab waiting outside, as his getaway car.

The guy who robbed a small grocery store, and ran right home to his back door, following the bulgury--in freshly fallen snow.

The guy who broke into the one-dollar store, and got away with less than $10 dollars and a handful of cheap disposable cigarette lighters...who wound up paying a 500 dollar fine and serving 3 years in prison.

The guy who was on the dodge from another town's police force, wanted for a hit and run and drunk driving, who was driving here in the city (unlicensed) with a loud muffler, at 3am, when the police stopped his car--was he upset about being caught and sent to jail for the hit and run? No...he is angry about being ticketed for disturbing the peace. I'd say that's the least of the little bugger's worries, ey?

Some people in other parts of the world, have expressed shock at our awful medical system here. In parts of the world, where people get free--albeit, and sometimes poor and unhygienic care, coupled with long waits---that the US, which has the "best health care" in the world--has also a higher infant mortality rate than most western European nations, and...people die, horribly, needlessly, people also lose their homes and become homeless--because there is NO healthcare at all.

The US government, since Bush came into office--and this is FACT--has systematically removed people from medical assistance and disability assistance, often denying claims on the flimsiest--and most ridiculous--excuses. Often, workers are encouraged--and again, this is FACT--to "lose" paperwork, or delay things, so that people, many who are very sick or suffering serious pain, simply give up and, essentially suffer 'till they die.

This is by no means an exaggeration.

Here is an article by the WASHINGTON POST, in the District of Columbia (our nation's capital), about one's family's Made in the USA horror story:

MARYLAND-Deamonte Driver was a 12-year old boy with a common ailment for kids his age: he had a toothache. An infection had set up in the root, commonly known as an absessed tooth, for which an extraction can be performed for less than one-hundred dollars.

Although the Driver kids have never received routine dental care, Alyce Driver said that even with Medicaid coverage, dental attention is just too hard to find. Dentists are not currently made to accept Medicaid coverage, and many do not want to deal with the long forms and pay that one must offer a secretary to manage such documents in the manner the Federal Government requires.

Politicians from both parties with their wanton neglect, AND all the members of the American Dental Association who harbour such greed and total apathy , AND, the lack of basic human compassion and total ignorance of the American public, AND, those so-called Christians who yell about saving unborn children--but do NOTHING about saving a LIVING child--- all contributed to this boy's death--they are as much responsible for his horrible suffering, as the dental abscess which caused it.

Shame on you America--how are you so different than Saddam?