Will Gov. Greg Abbott Pardon Daniel Perry?

Sgt. Daniel Perry was convicted of murder by an Austin jury under a Soros DA’s direction.  Perry killed a BLM rioter that brandished an AR-15 at him during a BLM riot back in 2020.  Now Governor Abbott is trying to get his Board of Pardons and Paroles to recommend Perry for a pardon.  We’ll see if the governor can make it happen.  It would strike a blow for justice and fairness in a big red state with a deep blue capitol city.  Stay tuned.

Goodbye Kaylee

Our dogs aren’t our kids.  Maybe if you’ve never had kids they can act as replacements for that relationship.  But it’s still a mistaken idea.  Our dogs are not our children.  They’re our dogs.  But that is not a trivial relationship.

Dogs are intelligent, empathetic and loyal creatures that mistake us for family.  And so, we have lived with them for possibly hundreds of thousands of years until it’s become true.  We’ve formed a symbiotic relationship that is full of satisfactions and frustrations, misunderstandings and camaraderie.  In short, they become a part of our families and our lives.

But they don’t live long enough.  About every ten years, give or take, we have to say goodbye.  And that is truly terrible.  Three times before I’ve had to bring one of our dogs to the vet to be put down and three times, I’ve had to dig a grave.  I won’t say those days were the saddest of my life because losing a parent or a sibling or a child is incomparably worse.  It’s worse but it’s akin to the same feeling.  It’s terribly sad.  It takes the heart right out of you and leaves an empty feeling that hurts.

Next week it will happen again.  Camera Girl walks around the house crying and I feel pretty rotten too.  She’s planning what treats; ice cream and cake; to give her.  I’m picking a spot for the grave and figuring out how to arrange everything.  We’ve been talking about all the funny memories we have of Kaylee over the years.  It’s unanimous that she is the most lovable and loyal of all the dogs we’ve owned.  She will be missed.

Maybe having animals that don’t live as long as we do provides a foreshadowing of what we all must eventually experience; death and loss.  Maybe there’s some good that comes from it.  But it still feels pretty awful when it’s happening.  It feels like cruelty and betrayal and that you’re at fault.  It seems like they should live longer, maybe twenty years.  But I guess it would come to the same thing; maybe worse.

So, this post is a part of the grieving process.  Keeping dogs is a fraught experience.  We put a lot in, we get a lot out.  But the ending is an emptying of our hearts that makes you wonder if you should bring another dog into your house and life.  We still have a younger dog.  For the last twenty plus years we’ve kept two dogs.  But now we think about whether we should get a puppy.  Right now, we’ve said no, we won’t.  But I wonder.  Camera Girl is a hopeless dog lover and I know she’s always thinking about a puppy.  We’ll have to let time pass before we think about those things but I won’t be surprised if she changes her mind.  Old habits.

I can’t imagine what it is like losing a child.  When I hear about children dying, I’m horrified.  I was lucky in that my children were robustly healthy and never experienced any terrible accidents.  So, I have an enormous amount to be thankful for.

But having to bury a dog is a loss in the family and a thing to note in sadness.  Goodbye Kaylee.

07APR2023 – Quote – Good Friday

Matthew 27:33-60 KJV

33  And when they were come unto a place called Golgotha, that is to say, a place of a skull,

34  They gave him vinegar to drink mingled with gall: and when he had tasted thereof, he would not drink.

35  And they crucified him, and parted his garments, casting lots: that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the prophet, They parted my garments among them, and upon my vesture did they cast lots.

36  And sitting down they watched him there;

37  And set up over his head his accusation written, THIS IS JESUS THE KING OF THE JEWS.

38  Then were there two thieves crucified with him, one on the right hand, and another on the left.

39  And they that passed by reviled him, wagging their heads,

40  And saying, Thou that destroyest the temple, and buildest it in three days, save thyself. If thou be the Son of God, come down from the cross.

41  Likewise also the chief priests mocking him, with the scribes and elders, said,

42  He saved others; himself he cannot save. If he be the King of Israel, let him now come down from the cross, and we will believe him.

43  He trusted in God; let him deliver him now, if he will have him: for he said, I am the Son of God.

44  The thieves also, which were crucified with him, cast the same in his teeth.

45  Now from the sixth hour there was darkness over all the land unto the ninth hour.

46  And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?

47  Some of them that stood there, when they heard that, said, This man calleth for Elias.

48  And straightway one of them ran, and took a spunge, and filled it with vinegar, and put it on a reed, and gave him to drink.

49  The rest said, Let be, let us see whether Elias will come to save him.

50  Jesus, when he had cried again with a loud voice, yielded up the ghost.

51  And, behold, the veil of the temple was rent in twain from the top to the bottom; and the earth did quake, and the rocks rent;

52  And the graves were opened; and many bodies of the saints which slept arose,

53  And came out of the graves after his resurrection, and went into the holy city, and appeared unto many.

54  Now when the centurion, and they that were with him, watching Jesus, saw the earthquake, and those things that were done, they feared greatly, saying, Truly this was the Son of God.

55  And many women were there beholding afar off, which followed Jesus from Galilee, ministering unto him:

56  Among which was Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James and Joses, and the mother of Zebedee’s children.

57  When the even was come, there came a rich man of Arimathaea, named Joseph, who also himself was Jesus’ disciple:

58  He went to Pilate, and begged the body of Jesus. Then Pilate commanded the body to be delivered.

59  And when Joseph had taken the body, he wrapped it in a clean linen cloth,

60  And laid it in his own new tomb, which he had hewn out in the rock: and he rolled a great stone to the door of the sepulchre, and departed.

LGBTQIA Is a Waste of Time

Depending on whether you add in all the minor weirdos to the mix, the LGBTQIA***** organized crime group takes up an inordinate amount of my time every time I have to say or write their name.  Sure, it doesn’t look like all that much but it’s at least seven syllables and saying and writing that gobbledygook doesn’t exactly coming trippingly to the tongue or thumb.

It can be debated as to whether they have made up this goofy acronym just to be annoying or not.  After all these aren’t the most rational individuals.  It’s highly likely that their actions are almost random and the chances of anything they do not being annoying is probably very low.  So, I won’t go down that road.  But intentional or accidental I’m just tired of having to go through all the work of writing out that nonsense.

So, what to call them?  I could call them the weirdos but that isn’t specific enough.  I could call them the sexual weirdos.  But that sounds a little too benign to describe a group that has caused so much mayhem and misery.  I guess I could use the term sexual defectives.  That signifies that the problem is inherent and isn’t their fault.  They’re just broken from the start.  That was their claim a decade or two ago.  If I want to be less specific, I can call them sexual deviants.  That leaves the question of their choice out of it.

Are six syllables still too much?  How about just deviants?  Most of the time that would be enough.  What other deviants are there that they could be mixed up with?  We don’t call drug addicts deviants typically.  Plain old criminals aren’t typically called deviants.  Psychopaths and sociopaths have their own specific definitions.  Unless I’m missing something, it looks like the term is available.

So that seems like a good fit.  I’ll call them sexual deviants maybe once in an article and drop back to just plain deviants in the rest of the references.  Who knows how many man-hours I may save by this new designation?  I predict I’ll add years to my life by this little innovation.  Maybe I should patent it or copyright it or something.  I could come to be known as the man who eliminated the LGBTQIA.  How cool would that be?

So let me try this out for a while and see how it fits.  It doesn’t differentiate the differences between the various fetishes that make up the deviant confederation.  It doesn’t speak to the particular delusion that would drive someone to declare himself gender fluid.  But maybe that’s the beauty of it.  I’m not exactly interested in understanding the various quirks and kinks that define and explain all of these people.  I just need a term that accurately designates them as a whole.  I’ll leave it to lawyers and doctors to understand them or define their relationship to the rest of the world.  All I need is a way to stop worrying about memorizing another letter they’ve added to their alphabet soup every time they think of a new way to torture their bodies and souls.