Friday, December 2, 2011

Republicans want to crack down on millionaire food stamp recipients

Republicans want to crack down on millionaire food stamp recipients

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

My First Ornamental Gardening Lesson

Way back when I was young, we lived in a very multicultural neighborhood where my parents managed and maintained an apartment building that made the UN look tame. At the end of the block was a single family home where we knew a Japanese woman lived. To say her yard was immaculate and her flowers perfect would be an understatement.

Every evening, as was the custom back then, after dinner, my mother and I took a walk. My father was seldom home from work, yet. We would admire the yard and one evening, much to our total surprise, the lady was out working in the yard. My mother absolutely could not resist asking how she created such a perfect yard.

You must remember that foreign women marrying GI Joes was not a popular thing and they were more often than not ostracized. This was no real exception and it turned out she did not speak English very well so she ran in the house to get her husband to make certain of what we wanted. My poor mother was mortified to cause so much trouble. She was even more mortified when the lady wheeled her husband out and it was apparent he had no legs. This woman that everyone in the neighborhood had shunned for years had married a combat veteran she met in the hospital where she was treated for the after effects of Hiroshima after the end of the war. No one had ever bothered to find this out but my mother was just plain nosey. She was his constant caretaker. She even drove the car, something most women could not do at that time.

Anyway, when her husband translated the question, she held up a tiny pair of gardening shears, the first bonsai shears I had ever seen. The look on my mother's face was a combination of abject horror and sheer amazement.

I was not so easily convinced anyone was crazy enough to take care of an entire yard with a tiny pair of shears, so I now detoured around the block on the way to school just to observe. I had a bike at this point and was mobile. I made two shocking discoveries. The first was that she did in fact use these tiny shears to trim all the plants, every darned day except in pouring rain. She was even out there in the mist. The last thing I noted was the grass didn't seem to grow. I have no idea what variety it is, but it is very fine, grows in a mat and only requires mowing less than once a month and she used a manual push mower. I dutifully reported back to mother that all was exactly as stated.

I learned a very important lesson. Gardening requires constant work and due diligence. You have to love what you are creating because it is a constantly changing masterpiece of Mother Nature's work. If you love something, it is not work. I also learned to love green tea.

How Fast will the Christmas War Start This Year?

The answer to that question is one week before Thanksgiving the wailing has already begun about saying happy holidays. Personally I don't care what you say because the answer is probably going to be FY and it doesn't have an "I" after it.

I actually used to enjoy the holidays even with the overwhelming Christian theme of which I am not and have never been a member. Then came the immediately animosity because merchants, mainly to save money and knowing they were serving a multinational community, went to Holiday Sales. What is with you people? Aren't you happy with multiple wars and have to start one at home? What happened to peace on earth and goodwill toward men? What happened to civil? What happened to tolerance?

I grew up in a multicultural community with an Atheist father. Yup, you read that right. We were poor and I mean really poor. We managed an apartment building for a Jewish gentleman who was willing to tell the FBI where they could go in defense of us, as long as we did our job and it was no bed of roses. My father worked at whatever he could find for about 2 weeks until the FBI showed up and scared his employer into firing him. At night he made repairs to the two story building of 16 apartments. All day my mother worked keeping the halls clean and all weekend we all worked doing the landscaping. I trimmed hedges. My parents mowed and weeded. In our spare time, we mediated the apartment dweller skirmishes and tried to maintain 100% occupancy. At one point may father said being a mercenary was easier work.
Then came the first, close your eyes, Holiday Season. One third of the tenants were Jewish survivors of the concentrations camps; German, Russian, Polish, Ukrainian, Czechoslovakian and Lithuanian. Two families had survived Auschwitz, so don't tell me the Holocaust never happened. Then we had the Cubans,  a Muslim family across the street with a Hindi family down the block and the bane of our peaceful existence, a Fundamentalist antisemitic Christian family we crossed the street to avoid their little demon boys. My mother never adjusted to curry on fish. I never adjusted to the prejudice. I had to run home to ask my mother if I was a gentile so I could cut across their yard on the way home from school. Half way home I decided I would just circle the stupid block as I didn't like them anyway. I have never liked prejudice. They simply couldn't figure out why I wouldn't play with them. That was when I started denying I spoke English. Being bilingual has its advantages.

The first hurdle arrived when the Cuban contingency wanted to dig a pit and roast a whole pig. You have no idea how conflicted my father was as he really wanted a piece of that pig but he knew the Muslim family and Jewish families did not eat pork, so he said no digging pits on the property. They could roast the pig elsewhere and bring over, but please don't bring it with the head attached. My mother screamed in a restaurant when a fish with head attached was served. He also figured a pig in sanitary pieces was less offensive.

That brought a complaint about the Polish lady's once a month eggplant. Let me tell you, I have no idea what she did to that poor eggplant, but you would stick your head in a septice tank rather than smell it. You could hear windows slamming shut for a block.

That was when my father brought up the man's wife's Friday fish. I don't know what she did to those poor things either, but the septic tank was looking good, and the fact that no one complained because they knew it was part of their culture to eat fish on Friday. Would she like some new recipes?

I will never forget the look on that man's face at it had never occured to him the fish (I use that description really loosely) smell was as sickening as the eggplant.

Once over that hurdle, my father suggested we all try to find something to eat that everyone liked and we would put a big table in the yard and everyone would eat together. Everyone could contribute a side dish and one person would cook all meat. We decided a turkey was the least offensive meat even though a few of the Cubans had no idea what one was. Oddly, I actually had a turkey for a pet in Cuba!

Unfortunately, the turkey fell to us and our employer even chipped in with the price as he intended to have some of it with us. My father  and our employer came home carrying a 48 pound turkey between them. It took both of them to wrestle the thing into the kitchen. I still think it was a dinosaur. I don't even know where you get one that big today. My mother swore she was stuffing a bottomless pit after the third bowl went into it. Yes, we actually stuffed the bird and lived.

This was the olden days, my friends, when you only had a oven. It barely made it into the oven. There were no roasting bags so you had to baste it every 30 minutes after removing the foil. She started cooking it around 2 AM and by midmorning, it was so hot in the apartment (we were in Miami) that we were drawing lots to see who would venture in and baste the turkey. I still think it was rigged because I kept getting the short straw. Fortunately, ovens were made to handle weight and the bird slid out easily on the rack because I only weighed 80 pounds. Death by being crushed by turkey was not how I want to go.

We all managed to have a great afternoon and evening. I learned to Jewish dance steps but the Muslims insisted only the men should dance and it turned out to be the same steps as the Greek dances I had learned while living with a Greek family. Everyone learned we were not as different as we seemed on the surface. We all had suffered. We all had losses. We all worked our tails off to survive. We all just wanted a peaceful and happy holiday without stress, enjoying our friends and family.

And guess what???? No one really cared what you called the holiday, greeted the next guy with as long as it wasn't your middle finger or how they decorated their apartment. It was an adventure to go see all the different decorations and learn about the different cultures and no one suffered a stroke seeing a strange religious symbol. I did try to join the Jewish faith as those kids were making out like bandits on the gift wagon....and the days off from school. Unfortunately, we poor little pagans always wind up towing the line and in adult life, I worked both Hanukka and Christmas so my friends could have time off with their families and they worked the Solstice for me. None of us ever tried to assassinate the other. We just traded shifts. No one suffered a crisis of faith if Jiggle Bells was played with Silent Night, though by the 20th in a department store, any caroler was subject to being beaten to death no matter what they were singing. Trust me, Rock Around the Clock would do it.

We would have rather our tax dollars were refunded rather put into government decorations. We could all use the money. All we got in school was construction paper, sissors and paste and we used our imagination to create whatever decoration we wanted. Oddly, I always won best tree, smirk. It's a pagan symbol of the holidays. Some of those decorations were strange blobs but no one said anything about the lack of talent. You greeted everyone on the street with what ever greeting suited you. People smiled. There was no black Friday sales with people camped out and crushing each other when the door openned. There were some holiday reductions but we kids knew we weren't getting the most popular toy, just the most affordable and hopefully not the dreaded underwear.

So if you want to put Christ in Christmas, put it in your Christmas and leave my Yule alone. Excuse the flowers on the Buddha but I doubt you'll go blind from seeing it and I just like lighting candles, it has nothing to do with faith. Expect a Happy Yule from me or the middle finger. This whole thing has given me indigestion before Thanksgiving because I don't tolerate stupid well.

Friday, November 18, 2011

The Hour of the Cat

Many are familiar with the old Russian saying of the hour of the wolf. It is the time between 3 and 4 in the morning when you aren’t going to get drunk enough or sleepy enough to slip into the arms of Morphous and the wolf is baying in your mind about all your troubles. It would make a good Blues song. My troubles is baying at the door and they ain’t going nowhere. I ain’t got nowhere to hide ‘cause the bottle is too small and my eyes is wide open.

Ah, if only it were that simple. The hour of the cat is quite different. It sneaks in at any time on soft little kitty feet, curling up in the back of your mind and digging its switchblade claws into your tired brain. I suffer from it a lot now-a-days. It occupies my mind like protesters on Wall Street but a lot louder and more violent. I think it has moved in.

When I am an old lady I shall wear a red hat…. Screw that. I’ll wear a purple hat and a red dress because my generation never did conform well. I wear whatever I find comfortable and I should be writing about fluffy bunnies. Fluffy bunnies and reality shows sell well. They are both fictions. I am real. That is the problem.

They’ll go away when they get tired of their little protest said the patronizing politician at the beginning of the women’s right movement. He should have known anyone that goes through 9 months of Hell to spend 18 hours in excruciating pain is not going anywhere when the baby gets a little cranky. We didn’t leave and we got the vote and we got the rights to govern our bodies and he never forgave us. Make no mistake, he hates us for it but bunnies are so cute with their little wiggly noses. They sell soft toilet tissue.

I have a dream, one man said and through pain and death, it was partially realized. Like those fluffy bunnies, it was but a dream of a world that never existed. It was a fantasy of the American Dream, a car in every garage and a chicken in every pot until the car wouldn’t fit in the garage because we had too much stuff and rented a warehouse space for all the stuff so we could get more and more until we choked on it and lost it all. He who dies with the most toys is still very dead.

Hell no, we won’t go, they shouted by the thousands. As my young friend put it so succinctly; I can die here or I can die in ‘Nam. I choose to die on my own soil. Fluffy bunnies are so soft and cuddly until they go to Kent State and die in the dirt, shot while singing songs of peace and love. The American Dream died there. It bled red, white and blue all over the mud, but everyone was color blind. They only saw red. It doesn’t matter where you die, you are still dead. Dead bunnies don’t sell well, I have learned. Peace signs, bell bottoms and incense are all the rage. They must be godless. They don’t look like us. Neither do fluffy bunnies, my child, said the cat.

They have no leader. They have no plan. They have no organization. They have no jobs. They will go away. Ah, you tired old men have missed the point, again. They have nowhere to go. They have no future. They know it. You know it. The dream is dead and when the dream dies, the nightmare takes over. Here, kitty, kitty….

But fluffy bunnies are what I should be writing about. Tell me my future, but not the truth. Tell me of lovers and money and fame like those people on reality TV. Don’t tell me I am losing my job and then my home and then my family because I am doing everything right and all those others in the unemployment and welfare lines must have done something wrong. Tell me sweet little fluffy bunny lies. Unfortunately I am a lousy liar. The cat seems to have had kittens.

My generation was raised on the myth that you worked hard, lived with integrity and retired to that little house with the picket fence and yelled at the kids to stay off your lawn because that lawn was your only job. Then we saw our parents die of cancer from the cigarettes doctors prescribed for nerves that absolutely weren’t addictive, in a poverty created by medical costs that were in the stratosphere and because we got a good education, we actually knew where that was. But, if we worked hard, we could be the next Bill Gates. Unfortunately the Highlander was right. There can only be one. We found our job security was myth and our 401K barely covered a couple years of retirement while old rich men tried to convince us we should wait for the social security we spent every year of our working lives paying into until we were 70. Unfortunately, most men don’t live more than 72 years but hey, the rich old men were making a profit and that is the American Way. We are just lazy, fluffy bunnies in a reality show and starting look like pretty dumb bunnies.

The cat that claws its way to my consciousness purrs in tones of protest. You start a company and work 18 hours a day and then you retire and leave it to your kids or sell it and retire to a nice beach front home awaiting the next hurricane called the housing market bubble. No wait a minute, that was a hundred or two hundred years ago. My grandfather’s father sold that jewelry store to put his sons through medical college and buy my grandfather a general store. He sold the store and divided property up among 8 children who divided it up among even more and all I got was my grandmother’s hair pin. It was nice hair pin. They were bigger back then and much more decorative just like those fluffy bunnies that sell so well.

Some guy they call the 1%’er’s daddy had a granddaddy bought all that property and the store and built track houses and groceries. Then he bought banks because they require no work and produce no ugly goods but just move money around at a good profit. The family business died before I was born and became a multinational corporation while I was learning to walk. Little did I know it was a living, breathing entity with rights that would fight for it survival by every means possible. There never was an American Dream. It was a fluffy bunny we all believed in hopping down the bunny trail.

I was in my early 30’s when someone threw two bunnies out with their cage in the vacant lot. I saw them because I see everything. I really do. Just ask my friends. They stayed by their cage and by some miracle weren’t eaten by wild dogs. I saw them and picked them up and took them home. Fluffy bunnies are so very soft. They have cute little wiggly noses. They also have teeth and can eat a T-shirt off your shoulder before you know it is dropping and they kick like the dickens. Fluffy bunnies aren’t what they seem, my friends. They are a myth. The cat in my brain isn’t.

It was in the 5th grade that my tests became true and false and multiple choice. Before that, you actually had to write your answers in complete sentences and whole words. I didn’t adapt well. I could always see the truth in the false answer and the myth in the true answer and well, the multiple choices all had their merits, too. But there can only be one. There can only be one truth, one god and one color. I found that hard to believe and lucky for me I learned to memorize and spew forth the crap they tried insert in my mind. I had plenty of storage space. I just filed it. I never realized the others were swallowing it whole, inserting into to every cell of their being as the TRUTH. Fluffy bunnies only come in white, you know. The others aren’t as fluffy just as bunny. I never realized the ones that came after me would have their minds washed, folded and fluffed dry into true or false and a through d because those are the ONLY way. Anything else is failure. Anything else is dangerous. Anything else will steal your security and prevent you getting more stuff even if you are still dead.

And then they became spiritual beings having a human experience, all by themselves in a 500.00 weekend seminar with a hundred other bodies because you can’t trust the guy in the seat next to you not to take your spirituality or was it stuff? We are connected to our money because surely I am not connected to that bum in alley who fought for my freedom and got no medical care when he came home. If you don’t believe me, just ask the 1%. The rest of us are lazy bums who are not as smart as them, as connected as them, as good as them and we should just die because we can’t afford insurance and medical care for the poison related diseases from their factories. We aren’t profitable.

The cat is getting ready for bed and whispers, never mess with someone who has nothing to lose and knows it. They have nothing to lose…..Good night kitties. I have fluffy bunnies to write about and sell.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Morgellons Disease

I bet, like me, the last you heard this disease was the venue of nutty UFO abductees.

Well, you had better keep reading, particularly if you subscribe to the apple a day theory of medicine.

It was discovered in 2001 and its sufferers were immediately classified as nut cases. The symptoms are pretty nasty. You feel like you are being bitten or stung by insects, things are crawling under your skin, arthritis sets in, memory loss, vision problems, itching and finally, fibers begin to emerge from your skin that are MULTICOLORED! It often occurs after you contract Lyme disease.

When these fibers were analysed from samples taken world wide, they were found to be the same thing and primarily, or at least mostly, cellulose.

Hence, it has moved from the realm of you are crazy to you really have something and even though the CDC has been studying it since 2007, they don't seem to have a clue.

Well, let me give you some clues.

Lyme disease actually alters your genetic structure. Yes, you read that right. It attaches to your lovely and precious DNA where it begins to create its own network through out your body and the symptoms are not pleasant. That is why it is not curable. It literally becomes part of you. Lyme disease has been found in so called cave men! It is carried mainly by deer ticks, deer being a big prey animal for early man. Hunt deer and you most certainly get ticks. Get ticks and you get Lyme disease and your very DNA altered. What a nice and predictable carrier for genetic modification.

It gets worse as it usually does.

Although there is a contingency that thinks these fibers are some form of nanotechnology, the probability is that it really is a genetically engineered material being produced by a genetically engineered creature. That creature from all deductions is Agrobacterium.

Are you getting suspicious yet?

This little critter is real handy folks. It has the ability to transfer DNA between itself and plants and is used extensively in genetically engineering plants. Now, supposedly the little critter is safe in the lab and we have nothing to worry about. It stops working once it does the initial transfer.

Unfortunately, the prime directive of any species is to survive and they just don't, unlike humans, like dead end jobs.

Thus, I wonder about this little critter whose job was to toughen up tomato skins by transferring fish scales' genes to tomatoes. Or how about transferring pig, the animal most physically like us in all ways, genes to apple skins to toughen them up for shipment. Did it survive to make another transfer and that is why the fibers are being created? Are they toughening up our skin?

Does it affect Lyme disease sufferers most because their DNA is already breached making it easier to attack? Was Lyme disease the original genetic modifier of primitive humans? I guarantee, we will never know. There is way too much money involved in genetically modifying plants and patents on them.

However, if you want more information you can go to this link:

Is Occupy Over?

Some are saying the whole movement had dissolved into a pointless sit in that was just incoveniencing everyone.

Define everyone.

That's the problem with those sweeping statements. They have no basis in reality. I am a member of everyone and I have not been inconvenienced in the least.

Somehow, I think the writers missed the point. The point was general dissension. The point was dissatisfaction with every aspect of the current political, social and financial system. The point was, we are the 99% and we are sick of you, so you can sit in your foreign luxury car and burn your foreign oil you speculate on and make us pay through nose for even when riding "public" or it should be called punitive transportation. The point was we KNOW any business that can afford the rent around Wall Street is no small business no matter what closet they are operating out of or what mom and pop store they are pretending to be for the 1%.

However, my dear Tea Party Republican 1% worshipping friends, once up on a time I was in the very real business of creating revolutions and thus, I am laughing. I am rolling on the floor. I never managed to see one pulled off as quickly and efficiently as you just did and baby, I know people who were very, very good. The first rule is get enough people hurt by the militia to enrage the masses with pictures of blood and suffering. If you can get a local hero in the hospital, it is gold. You not only managed all of that in one swoop but moved the anger from being directed at the police directly to the politicians in charge of them. That normally takes a few weeks as they have good spin doctors. Congratulations. You beat every record I know. I bow to you.'re on the other side? My goodness, how very incompetent of you unless you intended to sacrifice all these 2%'ers all along. Can't have the nouveau riche and Riff Raff in the club, you know, old man. Smile and a wink.

Unfortunately, while everyone was sitting in tents and under tarps, you, the establishment and its lap dog, the press, forced these occupiers to organize and develop a web of communications, with very little technology often depending on nothing but the human next to them. They can simply move to occupy without tents in the same locations now moving and living in and from a central location. You have made them mobile. It's harder to hit or discredit a moving target. You created a whole new breed of videographer and of media stars and the spotlight is addictive. You even created leaders in such volume that they can independently take over all your little neighborhoods. Good Goddess, do you realise neighbors may even talk to each other...IN...NEW...YORK!!!

Jolly good job Old Man. Unfortunately for you, you are obsolete. The younger generation is 10 steps ahead of you. In technology, they are so far ahead of you, you are looking at your own ass. They are faster than us old foggies. They are used to multiplexing, processing huge amounts of information and seeing and anticipating trends. They learned that from the violent video games you made for them to keep them locked indoors and focused on a screen. The only generation you really managed to hypnotize with sex and violence was the one after mine and they happily bred themselves into poverty producing the generation that was sitting in those parks. Hey, no jobs, no can buy video games. I guess you actually have a few things to learn about eugenics.

Here's a freebie from someone whose family has been doing it for years. You can line breed for a magic number of generations and then you had better hybridize or you will get a whole host of traits you don't want. Don't believe me? Then why is autism a disease of the upper classes and very few of the lower class suffer with it? Why does it have a nice combo of obsessive compulsive behaviour and ego centrism, both traits you cultured to get the successful business executive that would work themselves into the grave for you while not caring who they killed on the way up the ladder?

When you tamper with the Goddess' design, she tends to get even. Seems it is time for those chickens to come home to roost and there is nothing you can do about it. You are a dying breed, in more than way.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011


No, this isn't a blog about social security or welfare. It's about the difference between how a liberal Democrat and a conservative Republican see the same world, at the same time, with the same problem.

I have a friend who lives in a cold climate. She has several cats she has rescued, spent every extra penny she has on and who now faces a delima. She was renting and the landlord allowed the house to go into foreclosure. It gets even better. The day she lost her job, she came home to find an eviction notice tacked to the door. She has no hope of doing anything but moving or being thrown out in the cold and I mean COLD. When she called me, she was trying to figure out how to live in her car with several cats. She had just paid her rent a few days earlier, which her landlord quickly pocketed knowing the eviction notice was on its way. Thus, she had no money for first, last and security even though she had located a place to move and she was pretty sure she wasn't seeing her last month and security deposit from this last rental. All she asked was for some suggestions on living in her car with cats. She is a Christian so magick is out of her realm.

Within a few minutes of talking to her, I received another call from someone in a similar situation but with a few variations. First off, she lost her house she was buying when the housing boom went bust and she still had a job. She tried to modify her loan and got foreclosed on and I am pretty sure the thing she didn't say was that she stopped making payments because if she hadn't, why would she be in foreclosure. You also might want to know that as soon as they get Obama out, everything will be just fine. Can I please take her cats because the no kill shelters have the audasity to tell her they are all full?
A few more minutes of whining revealed that the extent of her rescue of these animals has been finding every county and private program available to pay her vet bills and neuter and spay them. She had a whole list of people who have been helping her that for some reason aren't answering the phone any more.

Then I started thinking. Here are two people in the same boat except one of them put herself there. She is complaining because the charities she depends on are overloaded. She still has a job. She screwed herself up trying to modify her loan. How, you ask? It is simple. I had it explained to me. Upon hearing that loan modification would be made available to people underwater on their homes, but with the caveat that you had to be at least 3 months in arrears on your mortgage, she stopped making payments so she could get into yet another freebie program, like the neuter/spay for the pets of the elderly and poor, and free food and free vet help for the out of work or underemployed. Now, she is facing being out on the street because she didn't meet the requirements and her hand is still out. How dare those filthy liberal scumbags actually catch people trying to defraud the program by taking a vacation from house payments they signed contracts to pay under that wonderful president Bush.

Meanwhile, both my other friend and I, have been donating to these programs when possible, using every spare cent to neuter and spay our animals and strays, buying our own food and over using our credit cards on vet bills, because we can and someone else might need that service that can't.The thought of stopping payment on a mortgage to get refinancing and lowered payments never crossed either of our minds nor would it. We still had jobs and it might mean peanut butter with no jelly, but we paid our bills and we took care of our animals and any others that crossed our paths.

This reminds me of another flaming Republican who parks his fat ass in the handicapped motorized shopping cart while complaining about the liberals who made it necessary to have handicapped access laws and are costing business too much with their unnecessary laws. Why just look at all the money spent on those handicapped parking spaces that his car is sitting in.... But hey, don't expect him to buy his own little cart or get out of that one, which he is mainly using because he is FAT. I'm FAT and hang onto the shopping cart to make it through the store, slowly, because my asthma keeps me from moving too fast. I figure if I can do it, there is someone worse off than me that needs that motorized cart and it sure isn't him. I even found teenagers in these carts until BJ's finally cracked down. They were too tired to walk while their parents shopped.

That reminds me of making into the Costco door and grabbing a cart to hang onto before I passed out because my asthma was really bad that day, some days I barely have a problem, and hearing two old geezers talking about how nice it was to have that little sticker so they didn't have to park too far away from the door. I know they were flaming Republicans because I saw the Bush stickers on their Mercedes, as they diddy bopped into Costco in their little sports shirts and shorts with the reptile on it from their tennis match. Yes, the rackets were in the back window. They have private doctors to give them the nicely signed papers in exchange for drinks and round of golf at the club. It's amazing how much better medical care you get with a country club membership. They take care of their own. If I had to chase a ball around with a stick to get better care, someone would have to die.

So what was the outcome of this afternoon? I did a quick spell and my friend called the next day to say that out of the blue a job actually found her and she was going to be alright. She might have a couple of days in the car and the roasting pan really does make a nice kitty pan that fits in the car floor. I learned that little tidbit from the "Cat who..." novels. That little spell will be our secret. The other two are still whining.

Over and over I find that the people complaining about the huge drain social services are putting on the economy are the very ones using them and they see absolutely no problem with it. Most of the time, they flat don't even need the services they are using but hey, if it's free, they are going to elbow someone who really needs them out of line to get them. Then they start talking about "welfare queens". Well, I have a new title for them: Republican welfare leeches. They leech services from the people who need them. For every mythical welfare queen, there are a hundred or more of them.

Don't believe me? Next time there is a health fair offering free testing, stand in the parking lot and take a look at the expensive cars parking and the welfare leeches heading in for medical care they can well afford. Next time there is free food being handed out, you'll find them at the head of the line. Free sample in the local mart, watch yourself or they will break your rib elbowing you out of the way for free cracker.   Free legal help, they are first in line. Free anything, they are there, complaining about the filthy liberal scumbags that are going to raise taxes and bankrupted the country paying for programs like these. They seem to have forgotten a couple of wars financed on a Chinese  credit card by Bush. They seem to have forgotten the housing bubble burst on his watch. They seem to have forgotten, TARP was the last act of HIS presidency. And they have really, because apparently they can't remember anything over 1 hour old, totally forgotten it was Reagan who raised the debt ceiling, deregulated the banks and monopolies and started this happy little downward slide down the side of the mountain in a handbasket. After all, it's all Obama's fault and as soon as we put the people back in charge from 4 years ago, everything will be wonderful.

By-the-way, my parting shot was that she should take a trip over to local Tea Bag representatives office and get some help there. I wonder how fast her ass hit the pavement over there.....

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Weird Happening: The Watch part 2

The weirdness of the totally and instantly drained battery did not stop there I discovered two days later when I went to get the battery out and go buy a new one.

The watch straps are interchangeable, so they slide under the watch back through the metal loops you see on both sides on the watch..the white blotch is pointing to one loop and you can see the indentation on the watch band from being bent under the watch.

You know how hard it is to get the back of these watches off and they even make a special tool to do it. I do not have the tool. When I removed the watchband, the back of the watch FELL OFF! The band was the only thing that was holding it in place. The battery would not come out and I had to pry it out with a tiny screw driver made for repairing eye glasses.

I bought a new one and when I compared it to the old battery, it is just a bit smaller than the original but that could be because the original is a 377/376 and this one is a 377. BUT, it actually fits perfectly. When I went to put the back on, it wasn't playing. The back had expanded and I had to pry it back on with small pliers. It is as though the back and the battery have been exposed flash high heat and expanded minutely enough to pop the cover off and make the battery slightly larger, indicating the battery was the source of the heat.

The watch is working fine with its new battery so the electronics was not harmed. This is a Gossip Watch which isn't the most expensive watch in the pack.

Next time I listen to the Kevin Smith Show, the watch will be in another room. Those batteries are 5 bucks a piece!

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

My Heart is Heavy

Dear Readers,

Last night, listening to a show on the Illuminati and 12/21/12, many things that I have felt for some time were confirmed. It's always nice to know other people are getting the same message and you're not tuned to the wrong cosmic radio channel even though all the evidence is around you, supporting you.

The old order is in its death throes and a dying animal is always most dangerous. I am seeing this every day in government and corporate officials that are just plain mean to people for no reason what-so-ever. All you have to do is exist any more and the local government is on your ass. If you live in a housing development with "condo commanders" it seems they are trying to cause as much suffering as possible. Every day someone says the same thing: "We are all in the same boat. Times are hard. Why are the persecuting me?"

This is an energetic event. The earth is entering a new energetic phase of peace, love and sharing. This is the energy that is bombarding the planet. If you are one of those people who have never been open to this energy or have never experienced any psychic energy, this is a very frightening experience. People are seeing things that they are certain cannot exist. The Matrix, that is this world, is unstable, and you don't have to be psychic to experience it.

I was driving down 441 the other day and suddenly there was a minute shift. Everything went a little blurry and all I could think was that at 45 mph it was not a good time for the matrix to dissolve to machine language as I like my trees to look like trees so I don't hit them. Fortunately it resolved itself in milliseconds. I can only imagine how frightening that is for someone who doesn't even know this is a Matrix and the world is not set in concrete. Suddenly, you see people and creatures that aren't there, hear things that don't exist and are assaulted with strange smells. Things brush against you and there is nothing there. These are all things psychics are used to, but others aren't.

These 1% can't feel secure without at least 2 million dollars in liquid assets. That number is from a poll and little pip squeaks like Kadafi threaten to do away not only with their assets but the actual dollar itself and replace it with a gold standard. No wonder he had to die.....

Unfortunately, they control the money and, as I have said since the begining of this mess, the entire banking crisis was nothing more than a land grab. We find ourselves, personally, fighting this same thing on a personal level because the county can take your property away from you, with no warning, for infractions. They can literally fine you huge amounts and never bother to notify you it is happening until the day the auctioneer arrives at your front door and starts actioning your property off to a select group of people on an email list that no one seems to know how to get onto. YES, perfectly legal and they have beem doing it for years. Usually they target people who are elederly and don't speak English. One man was being finded 500.00 a day for improvements his neighbor made on their house without a permit and his home was due to be auctioned off! Conveniently, he couldn't read English. Inconviniently, his daughter could read English and wanted to know what they thought they were doing. The State Attorney was sitting there and asked them (Broward Building and Zoning) to repeat this twice and then told everyone in the room to get a lawyer right then. Yes, folks, you are just facing these things but they have been going on for years.

No one has the money to buy these properties but they go on taking them and foreclosing on them and throwing people out. One house in my neighborhood has been empty for over a year. How is that benefiting anyone????

ATT raises my bill 25.00 a month after spending millions to elect Tea Party congressmen that, today, their Tea Party sent out a letter telling them to block all jobs bills and all attempts to tax corporations. How am I supposed to pay that bill without a job? Can anyone find any actual logic in what is happening? I didn't think so. How can we buy their products without money because we sure don't have credit??? Why are they electing people to make certain we don't get a job, except to inflict the maximum amount of pain on the people who can least afford it? There are those who thrive off the energy of suffering and they are bloated and happy tonight. Are you?

As I said, the death throes of a dying breed are when that animal is the most dangerous. Things are going to get very, very bad and it no longer matters who you vote for because the mechanism is already in place to destroy you. If they are going to die, they are taking as many of us with them as they can.

What can we do? They cannot deal with one thing and one thing alone, deliberate resistance. Not passive resistance but deliberate resistance. Pick me up and I just return and sit back down again, today, tomorrow and until I die. Look at this way, in jail you get free meals and medical care. Enough people in world simply have to tip the balance and refuse to move. Deliberately and with forethought, you have to refuse. We are the majority. We may not have the money, but we have the mass. We can bring the entire planet to a standstill and what do we have to lose? NOTHING, because not many have anything left and they are trying take what the rest have. Trust me. YOU ARE NEXT.

As Patrick Henry said, "If we don't hang together we will most certainly hang separately."

They have frightened us into compliance with every assinine plan they have come up with for years. Protest and you'll get a felony conviction and you won't even be able to work at Walmart. What if we are all felons? Who will work at Walmart then?

Let me tell you how you got here, home in foreclosure, no credit and wondering where you are going to sleep. It was simple.

I went into Home Depot to buy some paint for my building. The clerk asked me if I lived in Coral Springs. I asked why because I just don't answer strange questions. Well, I couldn't buy that brand of paint if I did. Once again I asked why. Well, they don't make their paint in the "APPROVED COLORS". Not painting my house the approved color would instantly ruin the resale value of the whole town. How's that resale value working out for you? Then I noticed the approved color brand was 5.00 a gallon more and thought, "I guess someone in government got a good kickback." Every time this happened, you bought the "it's for your own good" line, handed over your credit card and were good little citizens. Your tree dies through no fault of your own and you have to spend almost a thousand dollars to replace it because you HAVE TO HAVE 3 TREES of X size and oh, put it on my credit card. Only a lawn service every week can get your lawn to look the way your neighbors demand, put it on the old credit card. Hate signs. Hey, it's not your problem if the business goes out of business because they can't attract customers except that they employ 10 people who now can't buy the products your company makes that pays your salary but hey, put it on the old credit card. WHAT do you mean 28% interest? No problem, you'll pay it down next week but in the mean time, I need a huge shrub because I have to have 5 in my yard or face a 500.00 a day fine, so put it on the credit card. How's that working out you? Lost my job because the business I put out of business with my sign ordinance's 10 employees couldn't buy the products my company was paying me to make...not to worry....there are plenty more jobs. What do you mean 2 million people showed up at McD's for 800,000 jobs??? Just put it on my...what do you mean....declined? Why are you cutting up my credit card?

They nickle and dimed you into the poor house except there are no poor houses so you are looking at the underside of a bridge as prime real estate. You don't have a credit card any more. You are discovering without an address, you probably aren't going to be voting not that it really mattered anyway. Those cold wet nights are taking a toll on the baby's health and insurance is a pipe dream and the Tea Party and the Republicans are chanting, "Let 'em die but make sure they get born so they can die in poverty."

You can't move in with Mom and Dad because they bought a Condo and children and guests are against the bylaws and anyway, if they don't come up with a few grand to plant new landscaping, they are going to be out on the street because the condo association can now repossess their dinky little apartment over assestments which pay their undisclosed salaries and their cousin's landscaping firm. It's too bad that no matter how much landscaping they throw his way, he is still losing his house because the other 100 customers are in foreclosure and not mowing their lawns but hey, there's no connection there.

And tonight I am tring to help someone find a home for her beloved cats and birds because the bank made a mistake and her lawyer put it simply, "Who do you think is going to take the fall for the bank's mistake, you or them?" They are never going to take the blame, the fall or the responsibility. You are the one who is taking the fall. They are not going to jail, or miss a meal, or be cold tonight. You are.

And that my friends is why my heart is heavy. BUT, I am not moving. I am not going way. My whole goal in life is to be the thorn in their ass. It always has been and always will be.

I have no fear of what is coming. Do you?

Blessed Be!

Things I wonder about.....

A few nights ago, I tuned into what should have been the perfect TV show for me. Please remember, I have neither satellite or cable. I settled into watch it and after about 15 minutes I was so aggravated I had to turn it off. It had nothing to do with the content. I just kept getting jittery and annoyed at nothing in particular.

Well, I have chewed on it for a few days and reached a conclusion I do not like. This feeling usually overtakes me when someone is saying something they absolutely do not believe or what I am seeing is not matching what I am hearing with it. Sometimes when the closed  captioning gets way off, I get this feeling and have to turn it off. It is like trying to pay attention to two things at once and getting less than half of either one.

That is when it hit me: subliminal perception. Either visually, which I am giving a quick no because it would be too easy to decode, or audibly, something was being broadcast under the program. The feeling is like you are in a room alone and keep thinking you hear someone whispering or someone watching you. Just for the record, it was not on a FOX station which is even more distressing.
I have no idea what is going on but, I have had the same "feeling" that has caused me to turn off favorite FOX shows, too. It is not on the DVD's, by the way. I can watch them.

I don't know what is going on, but I think the TV is staying off.

Weird Happenings

I was listening to the Kevin Smith Show last night and when the guest mentioned having a huge UFO following her around, my watch stopped. Yes, it stopped dead and now I am going out in search of a battery.
There was no slowing down like you usually get with a dying battery. It stopped dead flat.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Dear Developers

Of anything compter.

It would really be nice if just once you would test your software to see if it really will work with most popular browsers and not the obsure one you use......Did you hear me Blogger and Farmville???

Breathing Optional?

Someone asked me if I had seen a particular movie or knew a certain actress. My answer was an immediate no. Of course, they thought there was something wrong with me, but I haven't been in a movie theatre in over 20 years. Yes, you read that right and it has nothing to do with prices.
I first stopped going to the theatre when my allergies became serious. Exposure to cigarette smoke caused an immediate allergy attack. I stopped going to restaurants a short time later. Smoke doesn't stay in invisibly prescribes boundaries.
I ventured back to the theatre a few years later when smoking was prohibited. The manager even gave me a estimate on how much money they saved once smoking was outlawed. The cleaning bill itself was cut almost in half and they had no need to replace the upholstery constantly due to burns and smell. But, they had a new trick up their sleeve to make more money. Back when I went to the theatre, you could actually sit through the movie a second time or even a third...if you arrived half way through, you just sat through it again. If the snacks didn't sit well, you could catch what you missed on the second playing. Or, if you were just getting older and sitting through a 2 hour movie without a run to bathroom was the impossible dream, once again, you could catch it again. This time, I found myself in the back parking lot trying to figure out how to get back to my car and a restroom as you were not allowed to exit through the front of theatre. I have never gone back.
Fast forward to a year ago when I started reading an article on negotiating rental agreements. It seems some tenants were getting up to a $1,000.00 off their rental prices if the former tenant smoked simply for cleaning. Now you might say right now, "what a rip off of the realtor." The article was actually suggesting the potential tenant contact a cleaning service and get an estimate just to make certain that amount would cover the smoke removal and keep in mind that complete repainting and refinishing of floors and ceiling might be necessary. Obviously, there is a LOT more in cigarettes than when I was a kid with two 3 pack a day smokers that gifted me with asthma, allegies, spots on my lungs and daily coughing, not to mention being uninsurable, even though I have never smoked anything in my life. You might also like to to know that previous tenant was not getting their deposits back, so once again, the landlord was making out like a bandit. They always do in Florida, that lovely right to work and right to rent state.
Every time I hear smoker's rights I have one thought. Breathing is not optional. Smoke triggers asthma, which is at epidemic porportions, in people and you do not ever want to have an asthma attack. Trust me on this one. Drowning is nice. You actually think you can breathe water just before you lose consciousness. Having enough pain shooting through your chest for a heart attack while you gasp for breath because you can't get the air out of your lungs to take more in is not nice. It is the worst feeling I have ever had and I almost drowned once.
Which brings me to the next battle: the electronic cigarette. Okay, I had my first experience with one last night. I started choking instantly. I didn't catch on to what was happening because cigarette smoke doesn't affect me that fast. I felt like I had red ants in my throat and bronchial tubes. These things are WAY WORSE than a cigarette. Not only that, but with a really minimal exposure that really wouldn't have affected me that badly with the real thing, I had to wash my hair and even my nose out to get rid of the cloying smell. Oddly enough, it did not stick to my costume which was fake material. It stuck to my hair, skin and the inside of my nose. I was coughing the rest of the evening and miserable trying to talk to people.
I also read in a doctor's column that these things are not in the least bit more healthy. Their sole purpose is to skirt the no smoking laws. I am willing to bet after my experience they are WAY WORSE for your health. So, if you are a store, restaurant or other location where smoking is prohibited and the question comes up as to whether someone can use one of those things, I suggest the answer be a resounding NO! As for me, if the question comes up, I may turn it into an electronic suppository for you. You have been warned.

Friday, September 9, 2011

What I saw last night you didn't

Commentary on the President's Speech on Jobs 9/8/11

Ah, where to begin, except to remind you my expertise is in brainwashing. Keep in mind manipulation requires more than just words if in fact one needs to use words at all. It also requires staging. Staging has been going on since mankind first organized themselves into tribes with a leader. Carl Jung probably was the first to make a study of it and write it down. The final evolution is the new NLP, neurolinguistic programing. To make it simple, it is the art of using expression and positioning to cause a person to believe what you are telling them and manipulate them into doing what you want them to do. A simple example is that the more you scream at a child, the louder things get, but if you lower your voice to where you can barely be heard, the child gradually lowers their voice.

Last night was a masterpiece of really bad dinner theatre.

The first thing I noticed or rather asked was "Who is that man?" I didn't recognize our president. All three of the major players had more makeup on than the entire FOX news team and commentators combined. Trust me, that must have required a trowel. I have a good digital TV and I could not see where Obama's hairline began, the definition of his nose or lips and his eyes were almost invisible. It was looking like a person with a stocking over their head. Thus, I began to look rather than listen and what I saw left me pretty cold.

First of all, why the inverted triangle? I know you just said: huh. Think about it. In courts and political rallies you always use the triangle on its base. It is human nature to see this as a stable structure with the "leader" at the top point. Last night we were looking at an unstable triangle poised on its tip and the "underdog" was the faceless president. More telling in this unholy trinity was who the two top "judges" were. One can understand old Boner being up there but what was the vice president doing there? He has no vote in Congress unless there is a perfect tie. He is lower on the totem pole than the President. Where are the usual suspects: the House and Senate Majority Leaders? Okay, I said to myself, this is getting weird.

Then I looked at these two men and saw the glaring staging. President Obama had nothing on his podium, not even the customary glass of water and he is the one speaking. Now I look at Vice President Biden. Ah my friends, what a picture he made in the understated but super expensive light colored suit and the single glass of water in front of him. That was the most sparkling glass of water I have ever seen in my life. It must have fake water. But my dears, that was not a water glass. It was a Bourbon glass. Had I not known who this was and the picture had been presented to me to caption, it would have been: Old Southern Money with no need to be pretentious with a cut glass 200.00 tumbler because he knows he had the power of life and death. Now we move to the comic relief, Boner. Oh yes, he was part of the play. Did you wonder what that huge sterling silver ornate thing-a-magig was in front of him? I did. I kept getting closer to the screen and finally put my really strong glasses on. It appeared to contain two shakers and two vials. It was a condiment set! What in Hades was that doing up there? They weren't having lunch, but it sure was expensive and gaudy looking. Remember that. Then I looked at the man. That suit was an insult to used car salesmen. This was the picture of a new money Buffoon showing off his wealth (gaudy silver thingy) who thinks he is smart enough to outwit the old grey fox on the other side. Heck, Biden was on the left side of the screen and Boner on the right. Can you get more obvious? Boner sits there through out with the same expression of pain and suffering on his face. Biden claps and stands and even smiles.

Smiles is a very important thing to remember here, a very important thing. When people hear something they like they involuntarily smile a bit even if they catch themselves and stop.

I was looking for the man with the cue cards for the audience. Clap, Stand Up and Sit Down because he seemed to have the lost the Smile Card and couldn't find it. Had they replaced the clapping with Amen it would have looked like a tent revival full of people who had heard it all before and their cues to do something had become rote. The other 2/3's looked like the Presbyterians that got roped into the tent revival and were none to happy about it as they were chewing on rotten lemons.

I didn't see a single person smile even among the supporters. I thought for a moment Michelle smiled but it may have been a nervous tic.

As to our president, well, he proved he can't act. Every statement but one was flat. I think my computer can deliver a more rousing speech with more emotion. I know my cat can, just drop by around feeding time. He didn't believe in a thing he was saying and that was obvious to anyone who is trained to spot a lie at 50 yards or spent any time playing poker with some psychologists that are trained to spot a lie at 50 yards and came out of it with their underwear. Biden is a much better actor.

Will the plan outlined work? In my opinion, which is worth less than a cup of coffee, yes, Will it put us back on the map as an economic power? Yes. Will it put our people back to work? Yes. Will it improve our educational system? Yes. Is it economically viable? Yes. Will it fix our crumbling infrastructure before we can't even get food to our cities because the roads have collapsed under our trucks? Yes. Does it have a prayer in Hell of being implemented? Heck No!

So what was the one statement our president actually believed in, you ask. It was one sentence that was most telling, nicely inserted in a location it had no business being. It was the plan to have our youth graduate from high school and enter 2 years of social service. Only the smartest and richest will be allowed to continue on to college if they pass the proper tests. And what will this social service consist of you are wondering; at least I hope you are. The prisons pretty much have the garbage pick up taken care of, so what are they going to be doing? Gee, I don't know but I do recommend the uniform, and there will be one, consist of brown shirts. It worked so well the last time. Why mess with success?

As to the Republican debates.....when Ron Paul looks like the sane one in a group, you are in trouble because we all know he is nucking futs. You've heard of a dog and pony show? That was a donkey and jackass show.

No wonder I don't watch TV. Now I'm permanently soured on Dinner Theatre.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Where did all the heroes go?

Where did all the heroes go?
The ones who fought for freedom
Where did all the heroes go?
The ones who rushed into burning buildings.

They are not pretty enough for the parade.
They are not happy enough to be seen.
They are no longer polite enough company
Now that their job is done.

Where did all the heroes go?
Have you checked the overgrown lots?
Did you look under all the bridges?
Have you ventured near the soup lines?

Where did all the heroes go?
Have you looked in the charity wards?
Have any of you visited the slums yet?
After all, they are not polite company.

Where did all the heroes go?
Their invitations to dinner were lost.
The events were too crowded for them.
Parades need pretty girls and boys.

Where did all the heroes go?
Why do you need to know?
They scare our customers and children.
They are not polite company.

Where did all the heroes go?
They are not pretty any more.
They are not whole any more.
They ARE the truth we hide away.

Monday, September 5, 2011

There are more things on .....or in?

First off, I have to tell you that I come from a long line of psychics. We see spirits or ghosts as you sometimes call them. I am used to it. For us it is normal. For the most part, they don't interact with people because they can't. You also usually know when you see a ghost because it is not quite solid, tends to float rather than walk and sometimes is not in color. The features tend to be blurred but distinct enough to recognize the person. It would take most of a book for me to explain this.
This little story falls into a whole new range of things and I don't mind admitting that if I never have this experience again, it will be two weeks too soon.
I have seen UFO's as I spent most of my life on and around airports and military bases. They stayed in the sky and I stayed on the ground except for one night in Homestead. That sighting was witnessed by about 30 people and the entire Perrine fire department including the fire chief. I didn't find out what we saw for almost 5 years when a man described constant sightings exactly like this in the infamous triangle. What most of you don't know is the infamous triangle extends on land. I didn't know it.
Shortly after I moved to this area I began to notice anomalies. The first strange thing, other than the normal strange things I see, was a mini tornado of butterflies. Yup, I said butterflies. It was quite beautiful. It was replaced a few days later with a multitude of dust devils which are in themselves not unusual except that they were only appearing in one spot.
Then I noticed that as I would head out to work or return from college at odd hours, the light seemed "different". At first I just thought I was tired until I saw the work of a famous photographer and the comment that no one knew how he achieved this lighting technique outdoors. I did. I was seeing it about once a month. Unfortunately I was always alone and  no one else was about.
Then a few years ago, things got down right weird. My universe would get blurry and I had my eyes checked. They are perfect, by the way. It always seemed to occur in the same parking lot down the street. This is not a busy parking lot and the out parcel parking is normally quite deserted. One day I pulled in to go to the bank and even the out parcels were full to the brim. I wondered what was going on but I had to make the deposit, get change and get back to the shop. I should have known when no one was in the drive through teller something was seriously amiss. You have to circle the bank to get to the  drive through. I zipped through in less than 3 minutes and headed out. There was no one in the parking lot. My thought was, where did all the cars go and how did they go. There are three exits. Two go onto 441 which is a very busy 6 lane highway. The third goes out the side and you make a left turn. It is also busy because it is right down from a school and business district. You just don't zip out of that parking in the middle of the day. When I drove past the previously full out parcel parking, there were even tree limbs strewn in the parking lot, leaves and garbage. There is no way on this planet that parking lot was full of cars less than 5 minutes earlier.
From that point forward, I started paying attention to my surroundings and I noticed that things just didn't always remain the way they were the moment before. It always happened in the same locations and there was always a "shift" in light before and after. I mentioned this to several people who live around here and all of them had noticed the same thing. These people are not psychics.
However, this did not prepare me for what happened a few weeks ago.
I had been laying in bed, wide awake for some time and finally decided no matter how early it was, I might as well get up because I was not going back to sleep. I figured it was just after dawn from the light. I opened my eyes, gave myself time to focus because at my age that doesn't happened instantly, and sat up on the edge of the bed only to see something walking toward me. I am going to describe it and I am also going to tell you that I don't scare. I have faced down men with guns and cotton mouth moccasins and a wild boar. Fortunately not at the same time. I was not in the least bit scared. I was calm as could be because that is how I was trained. My father firmly believed fear would get you killed faster than anything else. He was right.
I was scared witless.
Coming at me was a lizard type being walking upright at least 5 foot 9 inches tall. Its skin was a cracked grey green color (you could have mistaken the crackle pattern for scales at a distance) with beige bumps and pretty disgusting looking. It was a female. The eyes were almond shaped, larger than a humans and so pale blue they were close to completely white except for the pupil which was a squared vertical line like a goats is a horizontal one. The nose was not defined from the face but blended in along with the lips like someone wearing a stocking over their head would look. It had no hair. It was wearing a skin tight olive drab uniform more like a cat suit. The arms were shorter than ours and looked very weak. It was holding them like the classic pictures you see of a T-Rex. The talons and those were no fake fingernails were black and looked like they could rip you to shreds. The torso was equally narrow and weak looking and the breasts were barely visible and totally round. However, when you moved past the waist, the musculature became heavy and strange. The musle on the top front of the legs was over developed, the knees slightly bent (they never straightened as she walked toward me) and the feet, like the hands, were huge. She was wearing a boot that came up to below her knees and scrunched in a beige color.
I could even see the shadow she was casting behind her and I was pretty sure this was the end of me or at least the end of me in one piece. She walked right through me and the bed and disappeared. I don't buy lotto tickets and I would have bet you 20 bucks that thing was solid. She really didn't seem to be aware of me. There was no slowing of her stride as she approached me. She just went right through me. She walked about 10 feet before getting to me is how I was able to observe her so carefully. It turned out to be 1 PM in the afternoon on day when there wasn't a cloud in the sky. After the incident, the bedroom brightened instantly.
I'm old, slow and arthritic. There was no point in trying to get out of the way or move, she was coming at me too fast. I really didn't have time to try to kick and anyway, you can't get any leverage when you are seated and I can't get up fast.
I did a search on the internet as soon as I stopped shaking and discovered David Icke's books. I ordered the newest one and just finished it. No, he is not antisemetic and most of his critics admit they never read his books. Hey, War and Peace was an easier, and I suspect a shorter, read. Yes, I read War and Peace. I am the type who checks references and I found them to all be in order. He is one heck of a researcher. Is he right? Dear goddess it is either that or he is the greatest psychic alive. All you have to do is check the dates and see everything falling nicely into place. He is writing about it before it happens.
I am no stranger to "brain washing". You might say I am an expert at it. It was my area of expertise in psychology so you are forewarned.
Today I read the great jobs speech. Oh, it was great until I got to the comments by the gal from the Department of Labor. "It will be the responsibilty of the unemployed to retrain themselves to compete in today's job market." Guess you had better learn to use a mop and smile while asking if someone wants fries with that, because all our engineering jobs went to China and India. These infrastructure jobs are great if you are in tip top shape and young and strong. They certainly are not for some guy or woman in their 50's whose main exercise for 30 years has been at a keyboard as an engineer. We are talking repair work, not redesign. The situation at the end of the Great Depression was very different with a huge population in its 20's and 30's. Our current unemployed are in the range of 45 and above. There is always the catch at the end of the speech or proposal. Well, we never said YOU would be able to do the job. Every time I read a proposal, I remember what I read in the book and look for the hook and sinker. It is always there like they are all following a script.
Twenty years ago, a patient passed all the psychological testing and was hired by the police force of a local town. I had to call the chief of police and tell him that if he had checked this man's references he would known the previous police department and psychiatrist had warned everyone this person was never to be allowed to even put a uniform on let alone be given a gun. The man was psycho, dangerous and got off a serious assault charge that left an innocent person pretty much a veggie on a psychological defence. He fit the profile they wanted in a cop perfectly. I know the test they used. I used it. It clearly stated he was psychopathic. There is no way around that accessment. It was why they hired him. The state cops were right then becoming frightened of the local cops and just passing by when they saw they had someone down. One state trooper told me of a two local cops holding a man face down in red ant nests. What had he done? Seems he committed the horrendous offence of rolling through a stop sign rather than coming to a complete stop. You can bet I come to a complete stop around here and that my friends, was before David Icke ever picked up a pen to write anything.
Judge for yourselves, but first, actually read the books. Check the references. He may not be right about the reptiles, but I sure don't want to see another one. He may not be right about who is doing this. He is certainly spot on about what is happening.
BY the way....I neither drink nor take drugs. Neither of those substance go well with psychic ability. I do know the difference between a hallucination and a vision as I spent a really nasty week with malaria and my father sitting beside me telling what was real and what wasn't until I could tell the difference. This incident was neither a vision or a hallucination. It was real.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Stop the Insanity

Yes, the world has gone mad. You are not imagining it. It is now time to stop it.
It is easy. Don't bother asking what Jesus, Krishna, Allah, the Faery Ring or your Rice Krispies would do. You know what is right. DO IT! Toss out the Law of Attraction, the religious books, and all the made up "laws" that leave you cowering in fear, paralyzed and unable to function on a human level. It is time to revolt. It is time to take back your power. You are a sentient being. You are a spiritual being and you need no one to tell you how to be either. You know.
It is simple. Your neighbor's garbage can is rolling in the street. Return it to their property. Let the person in on the highway. Open the door for the person behind you. Park far from the door because you are able bodied and leave the close spaces for people who have trouble walking. Pick up your neighbor's newspaper before it gets wet and put it on their porch. Mow the old lady's lawn because you know she can't and lives on Social Security. Smile at the person checking you out and thank them.  Learn people's names.  Acknowledge their divinity. SMILE! It won't hurt you. Help, it will help someone else.
Acknowledge other people are actually alive and on the same planet as you are. Help when you see the need. Stop worrying about whether it is against the law, you'll be sued and how will they take it. Kindness never hurt anyone, fear did. Talk to people.
We live in a world where we are afraid of the government, the law, the police, the traffic cams and everyone else. As long as we buy into this fear, we are separate, alone and powerless. When we come together and DO WHAT IS RIGHT, we are unstoppable.
So just do what is right and everything else will fall into place.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Why We need to Clean House in Congress

I don't know how many times I have heard the lament of why can't they see something as simple as tax loop holes need to be closed for huge corporations that make billions, reward the top MEN with millions and pay NOTHING in taxes. I think it is about 50 times a day. The principle is simple. If you and I are working our arses off to pay our tax bill and seeing everything around us falling apart, why shouldn't they be paying SOMETHING.
And yet, that simple idea seems to not go over our Tea Party Republican's heads, it flat out bounces off their auras and never makes it to their consciousness. It is as though something that simple doesn't exist. Now, I am going to explain why this has happened and why it CANNOT BE REVERSED.
Yes, there is no hope for them nor the millions of people who bought the Tshirts, waved the signs on the street corner, burned their Medicare cards and then fell off the curb and wound up in the ER trying to figure out how to pay the bill without Medicare. The Great Tea Party  made certain there were plenty of pictures and they would be repeatedly plastered all over creation and the reason isn't because you poor cattle were so darned cute and photogenic. It's called brain washing.
Here is how it works and the experiment is over 35 years old. You can look it up. It is a famous one.
Back in the old days at the beginning of the end of segregation, the feelings about interracial dating ran very high. Getting caught with the love of your life who happened to be a few shades darker than you could get you beat to death, particularly if you were the light one, female and in the South. Light coloured African Americans were actually afraid to be seen with their darker relatives in some places.
So, a group of psychologists decided to see if they would change this core value. Yes, this ingrained learned behavior is called a core value because it is at the core of what controls your personality and behavior. They took a random group of students (nothing is random in a psychological experiment, we have every contingency covered) and identified which students were vehemently against interracial dating. Then they took a bag and filled it with white and black marbles. Everyone reached in and randomly (the bag is divided into two compartments so the selected student from the group is a plant and controls which color ball you draw just by shifting their fingers on underside of the bag.) drew a ball. If you got a white ball you had to write a short essay on the cons of interracial dating. If you got a black ball, you had write an essay on the pros of interracial dating. If you were vehemently against interracial dating, you got the black ball. If you were really pro it, you got the white ball.
A week later they tested the core values of the group again and discovered that a few of people had slightly changed their stance to a more or less tolerant view of interracial dating. They then took the vehement anti interracial daters aside and appealed to their superior intellect and took them into the experiment. They were going to see if they could influence their weaker minder associates to be more pro interracial dating then they would have a good laugh later over a couple of beers, just for fun.
How do I know all this? Research for my master thesis on femiphobia required I come up with accurate testing for core values and the first aspect of that experiment required the determination of a person's core values regarding interracial dating. It was considered to be the premier testing protocol. I used it in my experiment with some reworking though my experimentation had nothing to do with changing anyone's ideas about anything. There is no FUN in psychological experiments except for most of the researchers laughing at how easily you are manipulated. I gave people recliners in my experiment, they usually dragged the most uncomfortable chairs out of the lab they could find, but I digress.
What they now needed to do was read their essay to the group as convincingly as they possibly could. They even gave them acting tips. It was all one big joke except they were the joke. Just about every other "student" in the group was a member of the research staff playing a role, deriding them and forcing them to act better.
The results of the experiment are simple. The student vehemently opposed to interracial dating significantly changed their opinions to being more tolerant and even pro. However, the shocker was 6 months later when the most anti interracial dating subjects began to date inter racially and thought it was their idea. They had many very good reasons why they was now doing it and even refused to believe they were ever totally against it. Hey, they had the essay to prove it. They couldn't have written that essay if they really, secretly, didn't believe in the goodness of interracial dating, now could they?
None of the students in this experiment maintained their previous stances.
Let me summarize this technique and I fully admit, I have used it very successfully in my life. You take someone and just for fun, by a bribe or by tricking them, you get them to publicly make a statement that they will or will not do something that is really against their ideals and even plain logic. Then you wait and after a few weeks of people telling them what a good job they did and a few pats on the back, they build a nice house on the river Denial and move in and lock the door.
How is this used? A prime example is the constant "witnessing" required by Fundamentalist sects where you have to approach strangers and reaffirm your "faith", stand up in front of the whole group in Church and affirm your loyalty to the "faith" or sign an open pledge of no more taxes that one man is going to hold over you and later tell you what he meant by the pledge AND make certain the pledge, your signature, picture and information is plastered over the news media and the internet 24/7 just to remind you of your position.
There is no way these men can vote for anything that Grover Norquist doesn't approve as not being a "tax increase". First off, to be a politician you need an ego as big as the state you represent. Secondly, you don't need to be a rocket scientist, the opposite; man of the people, Joe 6 pack is preferred. Third, you have to believe you are always right and you MUST have been right when you signed that idiotic pledge without reading the fine print or knowing who you were signing up with for life. Any other thought creates an imbalance in the psychology of the person causing them to be at war with themselves and we all know, politicians actually sleep at night though we have no idea how. Going to war with yourself causes a psychological breakdown and psychosis, none of which are necessarily a bad thing if you want to control someone.
As to those poor people waving signs on the street corner for the tea party having no idea that the original tea party was instigated by a bunch of plantation/slave owners, who actually had more representation in the British government that average British citizen, but had found the import tax on bringing their finished cotton fabric back into the colonies was hurting their profit margin so they paid some idiots to throw perfectly good tea into the harbor to get the average tea drinking worker to join in their fight for "lower taxes on cotton...errh...tea". Does that sound familiar to you? That's why you really do need to study history. Somewhere the organizers of the Tea Party are having a really good laugh at you, because they know everything I know. The only problem is this time instead of tea, you threw the whole country, grandmom and granddad, your kids and grandkids in the harbor without a life preserver. Nice work.....someone is rolling on the floor laughing at you and I have to admit, I am having a good giggle myself.
The bottom line is, we have to get these men out of Congress because there is NO HOPE for them. They are tainted material. They cannot be SAVED. It is over for them. They will NEVER vote against anything Norquist labels a tax even something a silly as a brick wall. The odds of throwing them out of Congress...hey, buy a lotto ticket. The odds of winning are better. By the way, there is no hope for the sign wavers on the corner until the "party" doesn't need them as cannon fodder anymore. Then they go on the scrap heap with the rest of us. The only way you get admission to the Norquist Club is by blood. Money won't even buy you an introduction, but there isn't a politician out that doesn't think he and his family has a life time membership. Silly Fools. Your job is to serve. Never forget that because they won't.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Christian Witches

At first glance it sounds like a bad joke. At second glance it becomes a bit more sinister. By third glance you are ready to hide the Books of Shadows. Let me explain and start by saying, Wiccans first became public many, many years ago when Sybil Leek published Diary of a Witch. Her reward was a canister of mustard gas lobbed through her hotel window by a "Christian" on the first stop of her US book signing tour. It would be the final contributing factor to her death much later.
The second wave of publicity or coming out of the closet actually started in 1973 to 1976 and I was in the front lines and that is very accurate description of it. It soon became apparent that we had 4 types of people seeking immediate admission to our religion.
1. Cure everything wrong with me and my life by waving your magic wand.
2. I really hate tithing to my Christian Church so I am coming over to you for a free ride and the sex.
3. I want to get even with (fill in the blank) teach me some curses. Or better yet, do them for me.
4. People who were genuinely curious and felt a strong connection to Earth and her many facets.
Sadly, the latter group was vastly out numbered by the first 3.
Sadly, the reasons haven't changed in the past almost 40 years nor have the proportions.

It was very soon after becoming known as the Witch of Broward County (I was no means the only one nor the "highest ranking"), actually, I am a Druid but that distinction was lost somewhere, I was approached by a very few people with the prospect of could they be Christian and Wiccan. My first answer was, WHY????? This very concept was as foreign to me as my becoming a Christian.

Then I carefully explained something they should have known. Christianity, no matter what the sect, demands you believe in ONE GOD, although they say God the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost (they don't believe in ghosts) and you accept Jesus Christ as your personal savior and man's place as having dominion over earth and all its creatures.
Is it possible to get more diametrically opposed to Wicca??? Wiccans believe in multiple GODS and, gasp, Goddesses. Wicca is Matriarchal. Wicca firmly accepts that no one can "save" you but you. You are 100% responsible for your actions, no one can wipe your slate clean and you will answer for ALL of them in the next life or other life. Druids believe in a Universal Force expressed in all aspects of creation that is neither good nor bad, it simply is. In both religions, mankind has no position different, neither subsidiary nor superior, to all of the expressions of the Goddess or facets of the Universe.
No, you can't have it both ways. You can't be half baptised any more than you can be a little bit pregnant. Either you buy the whole package or you are neither.

Then the guilt trip began ending with the "what are you hiding trip". I am immune to both of those, so don't waste both our time. I have learned that anytime someone tries to guilt me into doing something for my own good, it is for their good, not mine. Within in weeks I would begin to hear rumors, that were later substantiated, that this person was either up to no good in the "coven" or they were practicing the decidedly dark aspects of magic. In many cases, Wiccans who took the guilt trip and let them into the group found their group totally broken apart within months.

I cannot help but think of the various Fundamentalist Christian Groups like the Family and Seven Mountains, that use the technique of infiltration to destroy and take over the government, business and I suspect, other religious groups. I have heard laments from good Christian folk that their churches were taken over by these people before they had a hint something was happening and they were out on the street looking in at all their hard work and sacrifice no longer Christian enough for the hierarchy. The very fact that someone wants to keep one foot in the "Christian" door indicates at least one of three things.
1. They do not want to commit to Wicca.
2. They are frightened and want to make sure they can run back to Christianity and claim they never really left. Look, I still have my cross!!!
3. They are maintaining dual citizenship while attempting to destroy one or the other.

In either case my friends, the question is whether you want to admit these people to your group. A coven is based on trust. If you do not trust each other, you cannot work effectively together in magic. Can you trust someone who is openly straddling the line or are you going to sacrifice the work you need to be doing to convince them weekly to come over to your side? A coven requires stability to function. If it becomes a revolving door you need to rename yourself a library. Without stability again, you cannot work magic. Everyone's head has to be on the same topic to work together. Five of you can't be doing a healing spell while one is trying to curse someone or is really uninterested in what is happening and just gathering information.
My mind goes back to the Golden Dawn and how they were actually trying to win a magical war for the Church of England and Christianize magic while getting rid of the "hedge witches". IS this happening again? Time will tell my friends, but I know I am not going to waste my time teaching people who have no real interest in committing to be Druids and want to have the door open to run if they think the going gets rough.

What are you eating?

That is a question we have been asking a lot as of late. Neither of us may actually know. However, I can relate my experience.
I began to buy organic meat and cheese. The biggest eye opener was the hotdogs. You have always wondered what was in them. Well, my cats will not eat hot dogs. When the organic package of hot dogs was opened, they threw themselves at the refrigerator and they ATE them. We had plenty of what were all "natural" hot dogs left. They refused to touch them even after George fried them for them. Not only that but they refused to touch the grease. They lapped the grease from the organic hot dogs.
Last night I made the mistake of getting the package of organic ham out, well almost out of the refrigerator. Bat the Cat is an old cat, reaching 12 now, and he doesn't move so well. He was balanced on the refrigerator door grabbing for the ham package. I had not opened it yet. I did manage to get piece of ham out and stuff it rapidly in my mouth. I knew I had to chew and swallow fast. I ran to the bathroom and washed my hands in the smelliest soap I own. Only then did I feel safe returning to the bedroom and the sleeping Napoleon.
When I arrived at the bed, Napoleon was unconscious. He was on his back, mouth open and tongue vibrating in and out as he snores. Okay, I am safe. I started to get into bed when I saw his nostril twitch. Suddenly the entire nose was twitching and the eyes popped open. He is looking around and settles on me. I know my hands are well washed so I sit down. Next thing I know, I am French kissed by a cat. Next time, I brush my teeth.
These are the same cats that don't want anything to do with the dry cat food if it sits out for a couple of hours. I point this out because some 8 hours later I awoke to another assault on my mouth by the same cat. That will teach me to sleep with my mouth open. His name may be French but this is ridiculous.
What else have I noticed?
We have an epidemic of obesity and I am one of the casualties. I have tried everything to lose weight. Nothing helps. Nothing works. I am always hungry and snacking on something. I do try for fruit. After two days of organic meals I noticed something amazing. I AM NOT HUNGRY. I can eat a normal portioned meal and 2 hours later I DO NOT WANT A SNACK. I am not hungry. I do not wake up in the middle of the night hungry. I am chewing my food.
Why you ask is that important? Digestion and the extraction of nutrients begins in the mouth. This stuff they market as food loses its flavor in a couple of chews and you swallow and go for more of the burst of flavor just like the old chewing gum that quickly lost its flavor and the next thing you knew, you had an empty pack in your hand. The Big Food Industry just transferred that technology to your food.
Not only that, but when was the last time you were not hungry? I don't mean full, popping the buttons on your pants and uncomfortable full, I mean not hungry. Even in the state of I am going to explode if I take another bite, the desert cart still looked pretty good, didn't it? Well, that doesn't happen to me now. I truly am NOT HUNGRY. I do not want anything on that cart.
This is after 3 days of not touching their fake food and it is fake food. Real food doesn't make your body constantly crave more food. So what are you eating? Darned if I know. I am pretty darned suspicious that GMO's, genetically modified organisms, are not confined to Round Up. They may be blocking your ability to absorb the nutrients in "food" and hence the hungry switch never gets turned to off because you aren't getting anything but FAT eating it.
Let me explain. Your body is smart. It knows how much of what you need. If the food you are eating is genetically bankrupt or blocked of the real nutrients you need, you keep craving more food to try and get them. Just because it looks like an apple doesn't mean it is an apple as the many folk who bit into the wax apples when they first came out can attest.
This leads to the next step. Organic Packaging is pretty darned safe to be what it says. However, organic doesn't cover GMO's. You can be getting organically raised GMO food. We aren't going to see the  labeling of GMO's any time soon. The happy little really plump Tea Party Republicans didn't want to over burden the food industry by requiring they tell us we are eating fancy cardboard. Ever notice how our rich friends aren't part of the obesity trend. Do you really think they spend 8 hours a day in the gym and starve themselves to stay thin? Just a few things you might want to consider. Since I have been a peon in the upper 1%'s employee, I can tell you that even back then, I wondered why the bits I was allowed to eat tasted so different and I was pretty darned sure it had nothing to do with the chef. I can cook that well. I just didn't know why when I stayed with them, I wasn't hungry. I can tell you they never went through a drive through or ate at any restaurant that was a chain and laughed at the "newbie rich" that did. I guess you have to have membership in the old boys club to get the memo about where to eat and shop. You also need reservations.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

No More Frankinfood!

I have been neglecting my vow to buy organic and found my energy level was hitting in the minus numbers. Thus, BJ's got in a whole line of organic lunch meat and cheeses plus fruit and a few veggies.
The first thing I bought was the smoked turkey lunch meat. It was delicious. Later that night, I thought I would eat another piece and as I got it out of the fridge, the cats attacked. I mean they attacked. They were screaming and throwing themselves at me. I just managed to get the piece in my mouth as Bat the Cat snagged a scrap hanging out of my mouth. It is a little too pricey to feed cats.
Tonight we went back. I have been feeling a change in my energy level in just one day. They had hot dogs. So, I bought them even though George was complaining we had hot dogs. When he opened them cook them, Mr. Finicky Himself, Prescious, started screaming for a hot dog. The cats WILL NOT eat hot dogs. I don't care what the brand is, they won't touch them. Prescious gulped (hey, he is close to 30 so we make allowances) his piece down. This is a cat that has refused everything but tuna for almost a year and human tuna at that.
Then we had the feast. Dear Goddess, I have not tasted a hot dog that good since I was a kid. Now I know why we have bowel problems and acid reflux. We no longer chew our food because after a couple of chews, it turns to cardboard. I savored every chomp of that dog!
I don't care what I have to give up. There will be no more Frankinfood going into me.
As soon as it gets out of the 90's, the garden gets planted and if I have to put plastic over it to protect it from the government spraying, I will. I am buying organic heirloom seeds and saving seed for next year. I already grow all our herbs, but I will be expanding it this year. I bought two old fashioned herb drying racks cheap from
You have no idea how well you are being poisoned and how good real food tastes. I had forgotten.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

The REAL reason the upper 1% aren't getting a tax increase.

The 50 Richest Members of Congress (2011)

To determine the richest lawmakers, Roll Call adds up the minimum value of total assets reported by each Member on their annual financial disclosures and subtracts the minimum liabilities. Percent change refers to the change since last year's disclosure forms.

An asset valued at $5 million to $25 million is counted at the lesser amount, as is a liability valued at $1 million to $5 million.

You can visit previous editions of 50 Richest lists here.

1 Rep. Michael McCaul (R-Texas) $294.21 Million

2 Rep. Darrell Issa (R-Calif.) $220.40 Million

3 Sen. John Kerry (D-Mass.) $193.07 Million

4 Sen. Jay Rockefeller (D-W.Va.) $81.63 Million

5 Sen. Mark Warner (D-Va.) $76.30 Million

6 Rep. Jared Polis (D-Colo.) $65.91 Million

7 Sen. Frank Lautenberg (D-N.J.) $55.07 Million

8 Sen. Richard Blumenthal (D-Conn.) $52.93* Million

9 Sen. Dianne Feinstein (D-Calif.) $45.39 Million

10 Rep. Vern Buchanan (R-Fla.) $44.21 Million

11 Rep. Jim Renacci (R-Ohio) $35.87* Million

12 Rep. Nancy Pelosi (D-Calif.) $35.20 Million

13 Rep. Rick Berg (R-N.D.) $21.60* Million

14 Sen. Bob Corker (R-Tenn.) $21.18 Million

15 Rep. Rodney Frelinghuysen (R-N.J.) $20.35 Million

16 Sen. James Risch (R-Idaho) $19.78 Million

17 Rep. Gary Miller (R-Calif.) $17.45 Million

18 Sen. Claire McCaskill (D-Mo.) $17.00 Million

19 Rep. Kenny Marchant (R-Texas) $16.45 Million

20 Rep. Nita Lowey (D-N.Y.) $15.46 Million

21 Rep. Mike Kelly (R-Pa.) $11.90* Million

22 Rep. Trent Franks (R-Ariz.) $11.60 Million

23 Rep. Richard Hanna (R-N.Y.) $10.89** Million

24 Rep. Scott Rigell (R-Va.) $10.69* Million

25 Rep. Diane Black (R-Tenn.) $10.63* Million

26 Rep. Tom Petri (R-Wis.) $10.60 Million

27 Sen. Lamar Alexander (R-Tenn.) $10.38 Million

28 Sen. John McCain (R-Ariz.) $10.35 Million

29 Sen. Tom Harkin (D-Iowa) $10.28 Million

30 Rep. Carolyn Maloney (D-N.Y.) $10.14 Million

31 Sen. Olympia Snowe (R-Maine) $9.88 Million

32 Sen. Mitch McConnell (R-Ky.) $9.84 Million

33 Rep. Tom Price (R-Ga.) $9.43 Million

34 Rep. Nan Hayworth (R-N.Y.) $9.35* Million

35 Rep. Shelley Berkley (D-Nev.) $9.29 Million

36 Sen. Herb Kohl (D-Wis.) $9.23 Million

37 Rep. Lloyd Doggett (D-Texas) $8.53 Million

38 Rep. Blake Farenthold (R-Texas) $8.51* Million

39 Rep. John Campbell (R-Calif.) $8.44 Million

40 Sen. Ron Johnson (R-Wis.) $8.18* Million

41 Rep. Steve Pearce (R-N.M.) $8.03* Million

42 Sen. John Hoeven (R-N.D.) $7.94* Million

43 Rep. Fred Upton (R-Mich.) $7.93 Million

44 Rep. Bill Flores (R-Texas) $7.71* Million

45 Sen. Jeff Bingaman (D-N.M.) $7.41 Million

46 Sen. Kay Hagan (D-N.C.) $7.06 Million

47 Sen. Ben Nelson (D-Neb.) $6.56 Million

48 Sen. Johnny Isakson (R-Ga.) $6.47 Million

49 Rep. Randy Neugebauer (R-Texas) $6.21 Million

50 Rep. Rosa DeLauro (D-Conn.) $6.00 Million

* Indicates a freshman Member of Congress. Roll Call did not calculate percent change from forms filed as candidates.

** Member has not yet filed a disclosure form this year. The number here is based on the last available data, a disclosure form filed last year when he was a candidate for Congress. This information will be updated.