There was no time for link hunting on 4.16.26. There was very little time for doing anything beyond cursing Microsoft, the corporation intentionally inflating the cost of medical care, which employs so many bitter clingers to glyphosate and was founded by a son of Monsanto and client of Jeffrey Epstein, and which is intentionally sabotaging "older" computers this year. That, and having a very bad reaction to, I suspect, the newest version of "New Roundup." Still some glyphosate but mostly that stuff that gives me fake heart attacks.
I've had the fake heart attacks many times, and they always subside after I get out of range of the chemical vapors and they've never done any permanent damage, but they are uncomfortable. I suspect the mechanism is mere stomach gas, frothing up more suddenly than it naturally would and pressing on major bloodvessels, but I feel faint; I move in a wobbly way that, more than the faintness, once caused me to fall down flat on pavement. Hot pavement. You can see the heart palpitations through my shirt. Usually I don't have positive chest pains but this time I did have. Having a healthy cardiovascular system, I expect to survive. A lot of people don't have healthy cardiovascular systems. Look for a wave of strokes and heart attacks before we get this poison off the market.
Animals
Friday was declared Tortoiseshell Appreciation Day. I trust that includes calico and "torbie" cats too, because Serena says it's always Calico Appreciation Day. There is a dear little torbie kitten (you know, a gray tabby with some reddish and white patches) up for adoption, in Louisiana, at
This web site already did this year's Nag about having the operation done if you don't want kittens or puppies. Spaying is more complicated if the cat or dog is already pregnant, so best done in winter before they normally become pregnant...but male animals can be neutered at any time of year.
Silver has been looking sickly, not being able to excrete toxic chemicals from the air through doomed Seralini kittens. I don't know how far she walked or how many weeks she was on her own before she came back to her family, nor do I know how long she can survive this intentional torture. Serena has been looking as if she's up to something, and Wild Thyme has been near enough to the house that Drudge warned him off, so kittens are likely to happen...probably not viable kittens. I used to think a cat who gave birth to kittens who didn't live should be spayed, for her own good, before I learned about the Seralini effect. Some females who don't show reactions to glyphosate and an unknown number of other toxins are able to sequester the toxins in defective, usually stillborn offspring. In no species do females enjoy giving birth to monsters or, even worse, what look like viable babies but their hearts don't beat regularly or they can't digest food or something...but it keeps the mothers alive and gives them a chance to have healthy babies if not exposed to toxins next time.
If rats were bigger than cats...some cats would make pets of them. This cat lives among the large rodents called capybaras in a zoo. Capybaras have calm rather than panic-prone dispositions, eat plants rather than dung and carrion, spend a lot of time bathing, and can become pets for humans, which may explain why the cat is more physically demonstrative with the capybaras than my cats are with their possums.
For the dogpeople...Barkley's heir has a play date.
Blog, State of the
Yup. Lens finds the earliest use at a site called Clean Memes. Earlier versions claimed "well over 20" readers. Actually, sponsors, we're now aiming for 20,000.
Mental Defects, Men's
Whose child is Hogg-boy, anyway? His verbal defeat is worth noticing as an example of how to talk to a left-wingnut if we must, but it's not "glorious." Beating that skinny slob in a debate is about as "glorious" as beating a two-year-old in a foot race. Who told David Hogg he should talk about anything at all in public, anyway? When have we EVER seen the lout WITHOUT his foot in his mouth?
"David" is the wrong name for Hogg-boy. It's a Hebrew name, originally a nickname, meaning "beloved." For an oaf who is probably a source of shame to his own mother, a better name would be Buzi, which is a Hebrew nickname (also found in the Bible) meaning "despised or contemptible." "Buzi" also sounds like an English word that would explain some things about Hogg-boy, though I don't know it's either accurate or valid as an excuse.
Mental Health, Women's
Are young women today sicker and sadder than young women in other generations? Hidden among the misogynist digs ("overeducated girlbosses" who aren't "fulfilled" by anything but being filled full of babies) are the real clues: Young women are qualified for, have trained for, have gone into debt to prepare for, those good jobs that hardly exist any more, and, if they do exist, they're strictly for people the employers know, not for you. It's not that women aren't happy when we have jobs that suit our talents and/or succeed in business. It's that today's young women aren't getting the jobs they want and aren't succeeding in business.
And what caused that? Think it through...babies did. The Greatest Generation won the War, rebuilt the economy...and had more than two children per couple. So we were a baby boom. And when a population of a comfortable size has a baby boom, even if that feeds a national retirement plan in the short term, it raises the population to an uncomfortable size in a few decades. You have more people than good jobs, especially if technological progress has relieved some people of their jobs. Your economy starts to collapse. If you have a welfare system, that speeds the collapse, especially when young people who've never really lived as adults anyway discover that they can stay in their comfort zone of infantile, parasitic relationship, with government replacing their parents.
The one thing young women must not do, if they want sanity and security in their lives, is to have babies--at least before they're fully prepared to bring up one baby in economic comfort. We can't afford population growth. We see governments promoting suicide and tolerating suicidal, homicidal behavior because we need population decline. Just as people are being told that any heirs their beloved pets may leave are mere "litter," so the planners of society are seeing surplus human population as "people-lution" that needs to be cleaned up.
If you are or know a young woman who has a master's degree and is still working minimum-wage survival jobs, which is very depressing especially if she's also renting an expensive city apartment, don't listen to any "sugar daddy" types who say that they personally will provide for your babies. You don't know that they're going to live that long. Don't expect "Uncle Sam" to be "Uncle Sugar" and provide for your babies, either. The welfare state cannot possibly live that long. If you don't own a house, with room for a child to grow up in, all paid for, and an income that has already saved up enough money to pay your and your child's expenses for the next twenty years, then don't have a baby. Make desperate would-be grandparents and last-chance baby-daddies do their bit to make it happen. If it's not happening and you want children in your life, you could try being a foster mother.
Actually, although individual women differ on everything, in a general way I think there's a lot of agreement between right-wing and left-wing women when they start talking honestly about what they want.
--All of us want to marry for love or not at all, let the flames of passion die down, if married, and still at least cycle through times of passion and times of friendship, with a Partner for Life. (Even for active lesbians the ideal Partner for Life is likely to be a man--the difference being that active lesbians settle for what they find easier to get. Some lesbian couples really do become Partners for Life. Most don't.)
--We want to be able to earn our own money, as traditional wives have done at least since Bible days, and also have enough independence to be able to take time off work to have a baby and nurture and cherish it, although in many traditional societies women who could afford it gave babies to nurses and went back to work.
--All women want to be physically safe, at home or on the street; only very ignorant women imagine that being at home is safer than being on the street--statistically, the majority of hatecrimes against women are committed in those women's homes.
--All women want to be respected for the assets that outlast sex appeal; intelligent women want to be respected for those assets first and foremost so we dress and behave in ways that don't put our sex appeal up front. (So far as I know, all those of us who've been towed through life by C-cups would prefer to let lipstick, low necklines, short skirts, and high heels disappear from the whole daytime world. We heard Janet Reno when she wailed that she felt a need to add an inch to her 6'1" just so men could see that she walked like a woman, but that's not a problem we have had, usually since grade six or even earlier, and we want the freedom to dress like nuns.)
--Most women actually enjoy having men moving around in society, although I know of no woman who's never fantasized about managing men the way human society does other male animals and some of us have been burnt badly enough to want to make that happen. I think we can all agree that men who don't like and respect women should be in all-male work camps where they can spit on the floor and be "gay." Not all of us want to be married and the genes of that kind of men don't belong in the pool. They'll never be missed.
--We like living with men who are interesting to talk to, who complement our talents and may be assets in our business, who pull their weight around the house; we don't like living with men who are burdensome, conceited, slovenly, presumptuous, and stupid--as many of them are. We warn mothers of sons, these days, to make sure they're teaching their little darlings to keep the bathroom floor clean.
In the 1980s men thought the way to please us was to become Sensitive New Age Guys, a behavior pattern that made many of us laugh out loud. Now they think the alternative to being idiotic SNAGs is to be "bad boys." This kind of emotional reactivity, this furious flinging from one extreme to the other without rationally considering what's in between, shows how irrational, illogical, and unintelligent most men are. Sensitive New Age behavior in either sex--letting a child blacken your eye while you stay on your knees babbling "That hurt" in a soothing tone that begs the child to do it again (because standing up would remind the child of its inferiority), failing to plan around what you knew the circumstances would be and then crying real tears because those circumstances caused you to miss all the fun, thinking you had to vote for Kamala Harris to prove you had respect for all who claim to be Black or women, or for that matter believing that any amount of surgical modification is going to make anything that started out with a positively male body into a woman--has always been cringe-inducing. Men should be sensitive, but not stupid. They're free to cry as adults do, when their parents die, or their pets, or anyone at all who's very young; they're not free to cry as babies do, when they aren't able to use keys or make plans or know what's going on. They're free to laugh at Gracie Allen's or Lucille Ball's lady-clown acts as long as they understand that those comedy acts were scripted by women who were, in real life, intelligent. They're certainly welcome to think logically, if they can, but they should logically know better than to think they can get away with any invocation of the "incompetent because female" stereotype. They're free to write books if they study what works for successful male writers these days, which includes, though it's not limited to, consulting female (and multiethnic) editors, which is what makes it possible for Dave Barry and Stephen King to write scenes involving people who are not White, male, and about the same age, and from the same part of the country and the same economic stratum, as themselves--and not make readers queasy.
And I for one am not opposed to letting men study the sciences, as long as all male science teachers know that correcting the testosterone poisoning of the sciences that allows things like BayerScience(TM) to exist, getting back to a really scientific viewpoint that welcomes women's contributions for what they are worth, is the primary goal of all science education. You can't expect a woman whose science teachers blathered about "preventing feminization of the field" ever to trust men with science degrees, but I'm a liberal in the classical sense of the word so I think we should allow them to practice and teach science--subject to close oversight by women, of course. Instant discipline for any use of words like "girlboss" that presuppose that there's anything normal or even unexceptional about a man deserving promotion to a "boss" position. Most men who compete against women on an equal basis are going to be lucky to keep any job that does not involve heavy physical labor.
We still have a lot of masculinist presuppositions to reconsider. Why don't women just walk out of abusive relationships? Why should the one who's already being abused have to add any more life-change units to her existing stress overload? Why aren't men being dragged out of abusive relationships?
Why do women who succeed feel that they've instantly become less likable? Why do women feel that we need to be likable? What is so difficult about stepping back and letting friends, if they seem to be suffering from envy, suffer and pray until they've overcome their own Deadly Sin?
Why do women favor a "right" to "choose" abortion? Not because most of us are in any confusion about really "elective" abortions being a wrong, not a right. Only because we recognize that there are times when, after a female has freely chosen to start growing new life, her body is not able to sustain that new life, and when that happens nobody, least of all any male body, has any business asking questions or claiming that she "killed the baby," or babies, in the case of species where multiple births are normal. A fetus is not a baby. When abortions are not, in fact, coercive (the "choice" of the baby's father or woman's parents) they're usually recognition of the fact that a particular fetus is never going to be a baby. Sometimes doomed fetuses simply "miscarry" themselves with minimal effort (I'm still processing the awe I feel for my cat's ability, about midway through the Big Freeze, to decide that an early birth was not going to work this winter, walk out to the sand pit looking pregnant, and come in looking as if she'd never been pregnant, in less than an hour; cats' live births usually take most of a day or night). Sometimes doomed fetuses fester in the body and produce blood poisoning. If she wants to have the thing out, get it out. No questions. Females who are able to produce normal young guard their fetuses, and their babies, with their lives. There have been cases when viable babies were saved from inside non-viable mothers, but it's extremely rare for those babies to be normal enough to grow up.
What do all of these points have in common? The obvious explanation that young women aren't discouraged by the successes of "feminism"; they are discouraged by its remaining obstacles. All women find events like the murder of Iryna Zarutska discouraging. Feminism is the ability to pull ourselves together and think of solutions, such as, "A man who's committed a violent crime should be significantly older and slower-moving before he gets out of prison--if he's even allowed to go to prison," and "Unaccompanied males should not have access to train cars with seats; they should be standing up in a bullpen car at the end of the train." Lack of feminism is what causes some unfortunate females to keep on sobbing and quivering and wailing "I'm depressed." So society clearly needs more feminism.
Music Links
This web site once promised to bring everybody a mix of tunes to dance to, back in the COVID years when many people couldn't safely go out for exercise. This web site has been remiss. I've not come to a tremendous lot of music links that seemed really important to share. Mostly I listen to, y'know, just the classic rock tunes through which my generation still tend to communicate, which some of us post daily. Since my home rang with mostly "country" music in the 1960s, some of these songs are new to me; I suspect they're familiar to most readers, and probably most are not favorites. But it's not as if I'm sitting on my playlist and refusing to share it. Here'tis. All danceable music links, no "vlogs" (at least not in this category). Please use the comments or e-mail to let me know whether you want playlists to be a regular feature.
Judas Priest...not a favorite of mine, loud and rude, but they certainly have a beat you can exercise to:
Doro Pesch the Metal Queen toured with JP once and covers a couple of their songs:
Tingling Mother's Circus. You could name a band anything. Still can.
We The People. Video is supposed to be a digital reconstruction of what you might see on LSD. I believe that because it looks like what you see if you squeeze your eyelids tight shut. Just optic nerve effects, probably best enjoyed on a screen.
Band called Big Foot.
Left Banke. Be warned: this link opens the whole playlist from the LP. One of the "extra" tunes is my favorite, though.
Al Stewart.
10cc...yes, that was a band...
Toto:
Unknown lady demonstrating a song in the Algonquin language as spoken in Quebec. People there are seriously trying to interest people of Algonquin descent (that specific group--various indigenous groups in the US are Algonquian, thought to be the same ethnic type as Algonquins) in learning their ancestral language. It's not the same language Powhatan, Shawnee, Yuchi, Lenni-Lenape, or other indigenous Americans spoke; it has resemblances, in the way that French and Spanish have resemblances to English. Anyway, a simple song for children and language learners.
The Dramatics:
Nat "King" Cole, and yes, I hate that he found this song so relatable just because he was born when he was, looking the way he did. It tries to be a cheerful song. I don't hear it as one.
Dan Vasc, singing about a European tribe his ancestors probably never met.
The Temptations.
REM:
Zazzle
I've posted a few sample Tortie cat images on Zazzle. They've not sold. They're not the customer's very own Torties! They're just public-domain cat pictures from sites like Morguefile and Pixabay. People don't realize that the idea is to plug in your own picture of the animal you want a gift to commemorate. Keep snapping till you have a good clear photo of your friend's pet, then go to
and find the perfect gift item to print the picture onto. Zazzle gifts are, to my eyes, overpriced but they are well rated for the kind of products they are.
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