1 Topic by Marilyn Johnson (edited by Marilyn Johnson 2017-08-24 03:27:12)

Topic: Too Quiet

Where is everyone?  It's way too quiet in here.  What did you do today?

I will start it.  I had the vet scheduled to come today to give yearly vaccines to all the horses and donkeys and the mini-mule.  Our appointment was scheduled for 10 AM Eastern time, but she called and had an emergency and said she would be late.  She arrived around 11:30 AM, outside temperature at that time was already 93 degrees and rising.  What should normally have taken less than an hour took two hours due to one feisty 32" tall miniature donkey named Hunky (he has a sister named Dory, so everything's Hunky Dory!).  Just how tough can a donkey that small be?  You don't want to find out!

Hunky hates needles and today was no exception.  He decided he was having no part of any sticking today.  Because he knew what was headed his way as soon as the vet arrived (yes, donkeys are very smart), he decided it would be in his best interests to head in the opposite direction.  Out the gate he went, through the small pasture into the big pasture (30 acres).  He's wearing a halter and trailing a rope because we thought we had captured him. 

How fast can a mini-donk run?  I got on the Gator and took off after him because it was way too hot for me to run.  I could not catch up with him.  He ran in circles and ended up back in the small pasture, with me locking the gate behind him.  Finally, we cornered him and ran him into a stall and locked it shut.  We thought.  We let him cool down, then went in to give the shots.  He was not having that and broke down the stall door, and because I was too stupid to let go of his rope, he pulled me across the pasture on my stomach, through the mud, and across the rocks.  I finally let go.  After two more times of sliding butt-first across the rocks like a rag doll, I'd had enough.  I tied him to a rail, but he refused to let anyone get close to him with a needle, even though he was tied.  My vet finally had to sedate him with a dart.  Two darts later, he finally let her finish what she came to do. 

Did I tell you I sweat in this heat?  I don't perspire like some women.  I sweat.  There was not a dry stitch of clothing on me by the time we finished with Hunky. The temperature in the sun was 105 degrees.  I took my bruised, battered, and sweaty self inside and took a shower.  I was exhausted.  And now, of course, Hunky hates me.  For just today, the feeling is mutual.  I will go back to loving him tomorrow after the bruises have a chance to turn purple.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.  What's yours?  What did you do today?

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Marilyn - great story. The paragraph about the fight with the mini-donk was hilarious. Brought back a lot of memories. Until I was twenty one years old I worked for my grandfather, who was a old style Texas cattle trader. I've been stomped, kicked, butted, slobbered on, run over, and shit on more times than I can remember. All in a day's work.

Anyway, as to your question about where is everybody, I wonder the same thing. I left the site in mid-'15 and only returned a few weeks ago. The activity, or lack of it, on the forums is unbelievable. This is also true on the Cop Shop site where most of my stuff is done. But even here, I see postings that are several days old and still listed as the latest. I have no idea what's happened. Hope it doesn't stay this way.

As far as what I did today - I didn't do anything. Yesterday I mowed the yard - live on a one-acre tract, so it's not that quick - so today I'm recuperating.
Of course I'll probably continue to do the same thing tomorrow, and the day after, ad infinitum. One of the pluses of being old and retired. 
Allen

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Marilyn Johnson wrote:

Where is everyone?  It's way too quiet in here.  What did you do today?

I will start it.  I had the vet scheduled to come today to give yearly vaccines to all the horses and donkeys and the mini-mule.  Our appointment was scheduled for 10 AM Eastern time, but she called and had an emergency and said she would be late.  She arrived around 11:30 AM, outside temperature at that time was already 93 degrees and rising.  What should normally have taken less than an hour took two hours due to one feisty 32" tall miniature donkey named Hunky (he has a sister named Dory, so everything's Hunky Dory!).  Just how tough can a donkey that small be?  You don't want to find out!

Hunky hates needles and today was no exception.  He decided he was having no part of any sticking today.  Because he knew what was headed his way as soon as the vet arrived (yes, donkeys are very smart), he decided it would be in his best interests to head in the opposite direction.  Out the gate he went, through the small pasture into the big pasture (30 acres).  He's wearing a halter and trailing a rope because we thought we had captured him. 

How fast can a mini-donk run?  I got on the Gator and took off after him because it was way too hot for me to run.  I could not catch up with him.  He ran in circles and ended up back in the small pasture, with me locking the gate behind him.  Finally, we cornered him and ran him into a stall and locked it shut.  We thought.  We let him cool down, then went in to give the shots.  He was not having that and broke down the stall door, and because I was too stupid to let go of his rope, he pulled me across the pasture on my stomach, through the mud, and across the rocks.  I finally let go.  After two more times of sliding butt-first across the rocks like a rag doll, I'd had enough.  I tied him to a rail, but he refused to let anyone get close to him with a needle, even though he was tied.  My vet finally had to sedate him with a dart.  Two darts later, he finally let her finish what she came to do. 

Did I tell you I sweat in this heat?  I don't perspire like some women.  I sweat.  There was not a dry stitch of clothing on me by the time we finished with Hunky. The temperature in the sun was 105 degrees.  I took my bruised, battered, and sweaty self inside and took a shower.  I was exhausted.  And now, of course, Hunky hates me.  For just today, the feeling is mutual.  I will go back to loving him tomorrow after the bruises have a chance to turn purple.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.  What's yours?  What did you do today?

There's a book here...that was the cutest story. You raised my mini donk awareness. I had no idea a donkey was smart enough to know a vet on sight and run the other way. If you haven't written one already, think about a book about your adventures living with 40 animals.

Now, compared to you, my day was boring...

dags smile

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allenl wrote:

Marilyn - great story. The paragraph about the fight with the mini-donk was hilarious. Brought back a lot of memories. Until I was twenty one years old I worked for my grandfather, who was a old style Texas cattle trader. I've been stomped, kicked, butted, slobbered on, run over, and shit on more times than I can remember. All in a day's work.

Anyway, as to your question about where is everybody, I wonder the same thing. I left the site in mid-'15 and only returned a few weeks ago. The activity, or lack of it, on the forums is unbelievable. This is also true on the Cop Shop site where most of my stuff is done. But even here, I see postings that are several days old and still listed as the latest. I have no idea what's happened. Hope it doesn't stay this way.

As far as what I did today - I didn't do anything. Yesterday I mowed the yard - live on a one-acre tract, so it's not that quick - so today I'm recuperating.
Of course I'll probably continue to do the same thing tomorrow, and the day after, ad infinitum. One of the pluses of being old and retired. 
Allen

Ha, Allen.  I'm past old and well past retired.  I'm close to pushing up daisies.  That's why I should know better than to let that little ass be dragging mine all over hell and half of Georgia!  He's a feisty little skeester if there ever was one!  Like you, in my years of animal rescue, I've been stomped, stepped on, knocked to the ground, dragged across the pasture, kicked, bitten, and left for dead!  I'm getting a little long in the tooth for too much more! The 40 animals on my farm keep me on the run.  My llama jumped the fence yesterday and headed for the highway.  I took off after him in the golf cart yelling, "I'm gonna get you, Bama Llama!" and swinging a rope as we went!  Passers-by honked and waved, and one man got out of his car and proceeded to chase Bama Llama down my driveway.  Living in a one-horse hick town is so much fun!  LOL!  Needless to say, Bama Llama is now safe and sound in his fence with his goat buddies. 

As for this site, I hope it picks up, too.  I feel like I'm talking to myself on here most of the time!  An eerie feeling to think this site can be seen in many countries, and I'm the only one on it. 

Cheers to you,
MJ

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dagnee wrote:

There's a book here...that was the cutest story. You raised my mini donk awareness. I had no idea a donkey was smart enough to know a vet on sight and run the other way. If you haven't written one already, think about a book about your adventures living with 40 animals.

Now, compared to you, my day was boring...

dags smile


Lordy, Dags, I could write an ongoing saga about the antics of all these critters!  Maybe one day I will get still enough to do all that!  As for donkeys, they are 10 times smarter than horses.  They know exactly what kind of mood you're in all the time.  They will actually put you in the middle of their 'circle of protection' if they think you're in danger.  I was upset a while back about losing my house cat, and I was late feeding the donkeys that morning.  When I got to their pasture, they surrounded me, each one of them with their butt to the inside of their circle and me in the middle.  They were actually looking to find whatever it was that had me so upset that morning.  They stayed that way until they were sure whatever it was wasn't about to attack me again.  What a surreal experience!  So get yourself two donks and you won't be sorry (unless one of them is named Hunky...the little shit).

Hugs,
MJ

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I'll stop in a minute. In parts of the country where predators are a problem for livestock, ranchers will run a donkey in the pasture with the cattle or sheep. They are highly protective and will fight off a predator, especially a coyote. You can Google it.

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allenl wrote:

I'll stop in a minute. In parts of the country where predators are a problem for livestock, ranchers will run a donkey in the pasture with the cattle or sheep. They are highly protective and will fight off a predator, especially a coyote. You can Google it.

I've been in donkey rescue for many years and have taken in my share that didn't protect their herds.  Donkeys need a donkey team mate.  They don't speak the same language as the cows or the goats.  There should be a minimum of two donkeys, and for protection from coyotes there should be a minimum of four.  As a rule, coyotes tend to avoid places where they smell a donkey, but that's not always true in the case of starving coyotes.  Since coyotes are pack animals, they split up and each one attacks from a different direction.  Donkeys don't always do the job the ranchers expect them to do, and that's when the donkeys get in big trouble.  I have two now that didn't protect their herds and were hit in the head with a 2x4 and left to die.  So your statement is correct in that ranchers do use them, but the flip side is that donkeys need protection, too, and will run from a coyote unless there is a pack of donkeys to help fend off the coyotes.  And a mini donkey should never be used as a pasture protector.  They are way too small, and some coyotes are the same height.   

I use those Night Guard solar predator flashing lights around my horses, goats, sheep, and chickens.  There are 2000 acres of private hunting land beside me and behind me, with no houses and no people except during hunting season.  That land is full of coyotes.  I hear them at night.  Between my predator lights and my donkeys, the rest of my animals have been safe so far. Knock on wood.  Plus, at night, I make sure all my equines are in a small pasture so they can't scatter out.  There's safety in numbers.

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This morning I had the UPS guy, the wheelchair repair guy and the Verizon guy all here at the same time … so my story is not about three donkeys, it's about three asses!  Ha ha just kidding, I'll say anything for a laugh, they were all very nice guys...

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Well, shoot. All we did was go to the commissary on base and spend $200. Then we went to Krogers and I bought sushi.

The woodpeckers and sawyers are happily at work next door hammering and sawing lumber for the new house. Really sorry to see that big lot now with a house on it. It's been noting but grass and three wonderfully cooling trees for 25 years. I can't imagine anyone wanting to build a house where they have to spud in a well for water. The nearest sewer is way across the back yards on an easement so I bet that cost them a lot as well. My wife is going to miss the afternoon sun flowing into her workroom now that a house is going to block it.

Loved the donkey tales. My granddad kept donkeys on his farm for plow use. They were the most stubborn animals I'd ever come across.

Bill

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Marilyn Johnson wrote:

I'm past old and well past retired.  I'm close to pushing up daisies. 
MJ

If that's true, you must remember this:

Who put the bomp in the bomp bah bomp bah bomp
Who put the ram in the rama lama ding dong
Who put the bop in the bop shoo bop shoo bop
Who put the dip in the dip da dip da dip
Who was that man
I'd like to shake his hand
He made my baby fall in love with me.

My friend Dottie's parents were the youngest of our group. One day we were listening to this song when Dottie's dad walked in and, out of the blue, asked in all seriousness, "Who put the bomp the bomp bah bomp bah bomp?"
And Dotties mother deadpanned, "I don't know, but he made his baby fall in love with him."

We didn't think parents knew the words to our songs! Though I must confess, there's not a lot to these lyrics!

Is that where you got the name for Bama Llama?

After a pleasant, sunny day, we had a wild rainstorm here last night--the kind that uproots trees and tears roofs off buildings. Although that's the accompanying wind, mostly. Kayaking in the Verde River should be pretty rough for a while. Anyway, that's what I did--spent the evening indoors with my dog.

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B Douglas Slack wrote:

Loved the donkey tales. My granddad kept donkeys on his farm for plow use. They were the most stubborn animals I'd ever come across.

Bill

Aw, Bill, donkeys are not stubborn.  They think things through very thoroughly before they decide to act.  A donkey's nature is to make sure everything is safe before they move, so they might be considered 'stubborn' from a human view point. From my view point as a donkey rescuer, they are the smartest of all the animals that live in a pasture. They never forget anything, and if you've ever been mean to one, they remember it forever.  Highly protective of their young, and they teach them manners from the time they are born.  A donkey momma is stern and no-nonsense.  She will knock her baby's legs out from under him if he does something that would get him in trouble later down the road. 

Sorry to hear about the loss of your lot next door.  I've been there, so I know the feeling.  Before we bought our farm, we lived in a nice subdivision, and we had a huge vacant lot next to us.  It was wooded and quiet, but sloped downhill to the left and had some deep gullies in it.  The birds and deer enjoyed mingling there.  It remained that way for more than 20 years.  Then one day I came home from work and saw equipment cleaning off the lot.  They hauled in top soil, leveled the lot and the gullies, and build a house on it.  The new owners had 5 small kids, and they were loud and obnoxious.  Time for us to move.  That's when we bought the farm, and from my house I cannot see any other houses.  I have neighbors, but don't know any of them.  We never see each other, and I don't even know their names, even though we've lived in the same vicinity now for more than 20 years.  I do love my solitude.

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j p lundstrom wrote:

If that's true, you must remember this:

Who put the bomp in the bomp bah bomp bah bomp
Who put the ram in the rama lama ding dong
Who put the bop in the bop shoo bop shoo bop
Who put the dip in the dip da dip da dip
Who was that man
I'd like to shake his hand
He made my baby fall in love with me.

Is that where you got the name for Bama Llama?

After a pleasant, sunny day, we had a wild rainstorm here last night--the kind that uproots trees and tears roofs off buildings. Although that's the accompanying wind, mostly. Kayaking in the Verde River should be pretty rough for a while. Anyway, that's what I did--spent the evening indoors with my dog.

JP, I do know that song. It's a catchy tune that you don't forget.  I like that kind!

Bama Llama was already named when I rescued him, and he knew his name.  I am a big believer in letting an animal keep his name because animals, like us, know who they are.  I do like Bama Llama for him, though!  It's quite fitting for a big llama who is way taller than me!

I don't like that kind of rainstorm!  Not the ones that tear up buildings and uproot trees.  Glad to know you're okay, my friend! 

MJ

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OK - here I go again. In the small town (very small) a few miles south of where I grew up, there was a man whose left arm had been injured and they put a steel rod in it which included a bend at the elbow. He had a mule he used for plowing his garden - I know, sounds like I'm about to spin a yarn - but, occasionally, as mules will do, it would decide to stop working. No amount of cajoling or yelling would change its mind. When it reached that point, the man would hit the mule across the forehead with his steel rod enforced left elbow, and the mule would resume pulling the plow.

I won't attest to the veracity of this story, but I have seen the mule, the man's arm, and him plowing the garden, so as far as I'm concerned, the rest must be true smile

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allenl wrote:

OK - here I go again. In the small town (very small) a few miles south of where I grew up, there was a man whose left arm had been injured and they put a steel rod in it which included a bend at the elbow. He had a mule he used for plowing his garden - I know, sounds like I'm about to spin a yarn - but, occasionally, as mules will do, it would decide to stop working. No amount of cajoling or yelling would change its mind. When it reached that point, the man would hit the mule across the forehead with his steel rod enforced left elbow, and the mule would resume pulling the plow.

I won't attest to the veracity of this story, but I have seen the mule, the man's arm, and him plowing the garden, so as far as I'm concerned, the rest must be true smile

It probably is true because so many people disrespect animals.  If someone took that steel rod and thrashed that fool across his head a few times, he would never do it again.  I firmly believe the punishment for animal abusers is to give them exactly what they dished out.  I have no sympathy for abusers.  Most of the people on death row were also animal abusers.

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Marilyn Johnson wrote:

It probably is true because so many people disrespect animals.  If someone took that steel rod and thrashed that fool across his head a few times, he would never do it again.  I firmly believe the punishment for animal abusers is to give them exactly what they dished out.  I have no sympathy for abusers.  Most of the people on death row were also animal abusers.

Don't ever go to the Middle-East or North Africa MJ. Never! Seriously, it'd break your heart to see how animals, the beasts of burden, are treated out there.

Also, I once saw a old 'dancing bear' being made to perform in Bulgaria. I experienced some things within twelve years of military service... but the trauma and sadness of that broken creature, I'll never forget.
 
People are such filthy, disgusting and disrespectful creatures. I honestly feel that the human species doesn't deserve this world. We are a mistake.

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Dill Carver wrote:

People are such filthy, disgusting and disrespectful creatures. I honestly feel that the human species doesn't deserve this world. We are a mistake.

My sentiments exactly, Dill.  Humans are the most destructive force on this earth.  We're leeches.  We rob the earth of all that is good, and then wonder why we have climate change when we cut down all the forests, pollute all the rivers, kill all the wildlife, and stuff our faces into oblivion.  That's why I like animals more than I like people 99% of the time.  What we could learn from animals if we just sat back and watched.  They are ten times smarter than we are when it comes to survival.  I could not go to those countries for that very reason.  I would have to hurt somebody.  Seriously.  I am a member of the international league of donkey rescuers, and we see it. Most of the pictures I can't look at.  I just want to beat the daylights out of some of those bastards.  They don't deserve air to breathe. 

Animals are not made to be entertainment for ignorant human beings. Grrrr...

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Marilyn Johnson wrote:

Animals are not made to be entertainment for ignorant human beings. Grrrr...

Within my opinion there are two issues. Firstly nature; humans are the top of the food chain and act like it. We naturally regard every other species on this planet as inferior and less significant. Disposable. 

Secondly, religion. Every one of the hundreds of religious cults ever invented, ancient and modern, puts its own group of human believers at the centre of the universe. A conscious being(s), creator(s), made humans and provided this planet, this universe exclusively and entirely for us humans to use, abuse and destroy. Everything, animal/mineral/vegetable is inferior to those of these cults within their ideology.

The truth is we humans are a nasty self-destructing virus that will bring down this planet. We kill our environment the way cancer kills healthy cells and to the same end. In the meantime we sanctimoniously delude ourselves with our own superiority

Disgusting, stupid, treacherous people; the Clinton's/Trump's/Merkel's/Corbyn's/Putin's/Jong-un, et al... The best of the human race? In charge, running the show and leading us forward?

Cancer.

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Dill Carver wrote:

The truth is we humans are a nasty self-destructing virus that will bring down this planet. We kill our environment the way cancer kills healthy cells and to the same end. In the meantime we sanctimoniously delude ourselves with our own superiority

Disgusting, stupid, treacherous people; the Clinton's/Trump's/Merkel's/Corbyn's/Putin's/Jong-un, et al... The best of the human race? In charge, running the show and leading us forward?

Cancer.

Scary, huh?  When I look at the delusional leader of this country, it scares me to think he is the one in control of my fate.  What sad times we live in.  It's not because I did or did not vote for him.  It's because I am way too smart to drink this fool's kool-aid, and I will not be led over the cliff with him and his kind.  He is an out-of-control lying maniac, and our country is in serious danger of extinction.   I am always more than willing to work with the one in office, regardless of what my vote said, but this one stretches my ability to do so.  He has wreaked more havoc in his 200 days in office than any other president in the history of our country did in his entire tenure.  The song 'Where Have All the Flowers Gone' by Peter, Paul, and Mary is an accurate depiction of the times we're living in today, which is a vicious circle of self-destruction:  in that song, all the flowers disappear because young girls picked them; all young girls disappear because they took husbands; all husbands became soldiers, then went to graveyards, and all the graveyards were then covered with the flowers picked by the young girls. The compelling question in that song is 'when will they ever learn?'  It applies today.

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Marilyn Johnson wrote:

Scary, huh?  When I look at the delusional leader of this country, it scares me to think he is the one in control of my fate.  What sad times we live in.  It's not because I did or did not vote for him.  It's because I am way too smart to drink this fool's kool-aid, and I will not be led over the cliff with him and his kind.  He is an out-of-control lying maniac, and our country is in serious danger of extinction.   I am always more than willing to work with the one in office, regardless of what my vote said, but this one stretches my ability to do so.  He has wreaked more havoc in his 200 days in office than any other president in the history of our country did in his entire tenure.  The song 'Where Have All the Flowers Gone' by Peter, Paul, and Mary is an accurate depiction of the times we're living in today, which is a vicious circle of self-destruction:  in that song, all the flowers disappear because young girls picked them; all young girls disappear because they took husbands; all husbands became soldiers, then went to graveyards, and all the graveyards were then covered with the flowers picked by the young girls. The compelling question in that song is 'when will they ever learn?'  It applies today.

Marilyn,

I've joined the resistance. I will support any effort that resists normalizing this administration. We can not give up, we can not let someone like him undermine the fabric of this country. Also, I am encouraged by the Republicans in congress who have put forth bills that limit this man's power and the courts are making sure his 'executive orders' are constitutional. So, in that respect our government is working just the way the founding fathers intended.

There's also the Russian investigation which will, at the very least get the first daughter and son in law out of the Oval office and at the most get the whole family out including its head. And if that doesn't work there's the 25th amendment. Just hold on, it'll be a bumpy ride but I think we'll come out in alright in the end. There are more of us in the resistance than there are of them.

dags smile

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Marilyn Johnson wrote:

Scary, huh?  When I look at the delusional leader of this country, it scares me to think he is the one in control of my fate.  What sad times we live in.  It's not because I did or did not vote for him.  It's because I am way too smart to drink this fool's kool-aid, and I will not be led over the cliff with him and his kind.  He is an out-of-control lying maniac, and our country is in serious danger of extinction.   I am always more than willing to work with the one in office, regardless of what my vote said, but this one stretches my ability to do so.  He has wreaked more havoc in his 200 days in office than any other president in the history of our country did in his entire tenure.  The song 'Where Have All the Flowers Gone' by Peter, Paul, and Mary is an accurate depiction of the times we're living in today, which is a vicious circle of self-destruction:  in that song, all the flowers disappear because young girls picked them; all young girls disappear because they took husbands; all husbands became soldiers, then went to graveyards, and all the graveyards were then covered with the flowers picked by the young girls. The compelling question in that song is 'when will they ever learn?'  It applies today.

I am not a North American, but such is its influence, the USA presidency affects the world. From the side-lines the recent USA elections were a scary farce. The electoral game-show ensures that anyone with honour, dignity and honesty is easily undermined, usurped  picked off  and eliminated.  They'll never survive the process; bigger ambitious machines are at work to ensure it. You end up with two of the most reprehensible candidates possible, because only people of that ilk can survive the process. Any candidate with a shred of honesty or integrity more than Hilary Clinton would have beaten the other one out of sight. It was like a sick dirty-fighting game show with the two most reprehensible contestants in the final, and the alpha-host won.

With Clinton, you dodged a bullet, only to get hit in the head like a trout, with the cudgel that is Trump.

Trump is a idiot of that there is no doubt. He says exactly what he thinks, and although convinced of his opinions, is narrow minded and uncompromising  within them. He is so stupid because he doesn't realise the such behaviour is the sole prerogative of the liberal.

With trump you know exactly what the issues are, up front and in your face. With Clinton you'd have to wait to read the exposed memoirs or indictments upon the disasters in question. The same pit, different snake.

Trump will be ousted; the media, celebtards and the corporates are opposed to him. Positive actions/effects are either not reported or watered down. Negative actions/effect are amplified, exaggerated and run continually. There is much within the fake news claim. Where Obama could reign bombs down on people without a murmur, Trump  so much as farts and there is national outrage upon the front page. 

I wouldn't be surprised if somebody doesn't demand that tNBW admin censor this post.

Of the flowers/girls graveyards, it is worth remembering the awkward fact despite being elected upon his stance against "dumb wars" that far more US military personnel died under Obama than under Bush (more than double the amount). Obama authorised air-strikes against seven different nations.

Obama was the nice and reasonable faced puppet; like the UK's own Liberal Democrat, Tony Blair. They allowed the puppet-masters to get on with the game and distracted the public with sweeties whilst the outsourcing and globalisation occurs and the wars expand; like one another, they are now off to the lizard-lounge to live like royalty off the ghost-written book-rights. History will record Obama as the President who gave his people a lollipop and a whistle whilst he quietly sold his country to China.   

We have the same here in Europe. After two world wars and a 'never again,' Germany owns the continent. Unstoppable. Dare mention the fact and you are routinely labeled a racist little-islander; a fascist.

It's going to get a lot worse before it gets better. If it ever does get better.

The USA? Ditch Trump and get back to giving the country away; selling it off for the personal profit of politicians, corporate leaders and foreign investors?

Trump is definitely not the answer, but he can at least see some of the questions and as harsh as they are, they need addressing. That's what many voters recognised.

The Ancient Egyptians, The Ancient Greeks, Rome, et al -- great civilisations fall. They crumble around those that live in them. The complacent people who thought they were safe, secure, sophisticated and in control.  What follows is the unthinkable.

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Har! Not too quiet now!

(I predict)

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"Every generation thinks the next one will destroy the civilized world. They finally may be right." - Mom

"I've reached the age when I am just truly appalled." - Mom

{Random comments by my mother in the last couple days.}

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corra wrote:

"Every generation thinks the next one will destroy the civilized world. They finally may be right." - Mom

Every generation is far better equipped for the task than the last.

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Marilyn Johnson wrote:

I've been in donkey rescue for many years...

I saw the movie recently, and rushed to read the book. Based upon a true story. Epic!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eiEfrA6MWs4

Antonina Żabiński. Her story is one that you'll love.

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Trump has a virtue that may yet save him.  He learns from his mistakes.  I cannot see that in any of our currrent crop of politicians, for too few have had to pay for their mistakes.

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