Sometimes you just need to step back


I need perspective. This year has been a tough one, both emotionally and financially. I still haven’t been able to sell my house, thanks to the squatting, thieving forces of destruction that are the Coopers. We did go to court, and they do owe me damages and back rent and penalties for stealing my property. Whether they pay up or not remains to be seen. If they had any integrity, or were really Christians, as they claim, they would pay what they owe and apologize for destroying my chances of selling my property, considering it’s almost holiday season, and selling a house right now is near impossible. But any person that has sex with a kid, and any wife who stands by him… well, let’s just say I don’t have a whole lot of faith in their “integrity.”

Meanwhile, I’m still paying my own rent and my mortgage – 80 percent of my takehome pay! Try living on that!

I also owe friends and relatives thousands of dollars, because of all the repairs I had to do to the house after these so-called “people” trashed it. That child molesting freak actually tried to impugn my trustworthiness by bringing up a fundraiser started by my friend Amanda to pay for legal bills, as if the money collected for that cause negates their responsibility for wrecking my house!

The child-raping jackass David Scott Cooper asked me if I’d created any kind of charity to help me with the bills. I truthfully answered I had not. This was not my fundraiser. It was not created by me. And any money raised went to pay for legal bills that kid toucher and his hag forced me to incur with their actions! And by the way… anything that’s not used for legal bills is going to two charities: ASPAN and Fisher House. I will post both receipts after the donation is made, which will probably be sometime next month, as I need to ensure that no other legal bills associated with this slimy child-molesting swine need to be paid. He tried to bring that in as evidence, which the judge didn’t even allow as an exhibit. The judge rightfully said that even if I raised a ton of money, it still does not negate their responsibility for the damages they caused.

Lots of changes at work, lots of car repairs, lots of emotional drama, moving to a smaller place to save money (once again mostly thanks to the scum that are the Coopers) and my Danny having left for college.  It’s been a crazy year.

But it hasn’t just been a wreck of a year for me.

A good friend FINALLY sold her home after much trial and tribulation. I’m so happy for her and her husband! It’s a tough year to try and sell homes, apparently, so I’m glad they did it! She’s been an absolute wreck about it, and I’m so glad it’s over!

Another friend just lost her husband to cancer last night. Cancer sucks. It sucks so much! I’m devastated for her! I can’t imagine losing the person I love – the person with whom I planned to spend the rest of my life – to this nightmare. I can’t imagine her agony. I can only hurt with her and hope that her pain subsides with time. A bunch of us want to help her out, so for the next week, anyone who would like to contribute to help her get through this tragedy can make a donation through PayPal to This is not my personal account. I am not touching this money. I just want to share and help a friend in her time of need. On Monday, Nov. 23rd, the collection will be halted, and forwarded to this kind, sweet woman. I know the holidays are coming up, but I also cannot imagine what it will be like for her to spend the next week without her beloved. I feel sick about it. So if you can, please help!

eiffelfbI wept for the victims of terrorism in Paris – both after the Charlie Hebdo attack and after this recent one. My family is fine, and I just heard from my buddy. He and his family are fine as well. The destruction these goat humping terrorists have wreaked is indescribably evil. There’s a huge part of me that wants to destroy them – all of them. Screw the collateral damage! And then that human part of me takes over, and all I want to do is just cry.

That’s normal, I think. Right?

Some shitbag sexually assaulted a child in my building a couple of weeks ago. A child. How twisted do you have to be to find a 13-year old kid sexually appealing? I can’t imagine what goes through a kid’s head when an adult does this! It’s such a huge betrayal of trust and the destruction of innocence! It makes me sick!

I’ve also noticed friends and colleagues – people who I thought were part of the tribe, so to speak, just at each other’s throats lately. Whether it’s political disagreements, or just stress writ large, I don’t know. All I know is, I can’t stand seeing people I care about ending friendships because of stupid shit.

Evil exists, people. It exists in so many forms and in the hearts of so many people! Another office director and I were talking to our Deputy Assistant Secretary the other day about “The Walking Dead,” because he told us he wouldn’t watch it. We both think it’s a phenomenal show, so we were perplexed why the DAS refused to watch it. His response was, “Don’t you guys deal with enough evil and bad news every day at work? Do you really want to watch it at home too?”

I hadn’t thought about it. I guess if evil didn’t exist in this world, I would be out of a job. That said… sometimes it engulfs you. That’s when I have to shut down my computer, take a step back, and reevaluate.

I do have a lot to be grateful for, though.

My kids are amazing. My son is a constant source of joy when he texts me inspirational or goofy messages, or asks for fashion advice. My daughter makes me proud every single day with her integrity, her work ethic, her intelligence, her courage, and her heart! I have sweet, furry animals who cuddle up and love on me when I’m sad. I have amazing friends. My employees are literally top notch professionals. I told them today that there’s not a single office where I would want to work other than mine, because these guys are literally the most dedicated, most intelligent bunch of goofballs I’ve ever had the pleasure of working with! And I have a platform to vent. Right here.

I guess I’m just getting tired, because everything seems insurmountable today.

This is What the Administration Wants to Allow In


So as many of you may already know, the current administration has buckled to international pressure and has decided to take in at least 10,000 Syrian refugees next year.

First, I have to wonder how the administration can seriously claim these refugees will undergo stringent background checks. “Refugees have to be screened by the National Counter Terrorism Center, by the F.B.I. Terrorist Screening Center. They go through databases that are maintained by D.H.S., the Department of Defense and the intelligence community. There is biographical and biometric information that is collected about these individuals,” claims spokeshole Josh Earnest.

Do we have intelligence assets in Syria? Not according to press reports we don’t.

US authorities are facing a difficult task screening Syrian refugees for potential extremists because of a shortage of intelligence from the war-torn country, officials told lawmakers.

Michael Steinbach, assistant director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, said the US government had data and intelligence to draw on when it performed background checks on refugees from Iraq in recent years but in the case of Syria, there was “a lack of information.”

We don’t have collectors on the ground, and we don’t have assets in Syria. There’s no infrastructure in the war-torn country, so what is it we’re planning to collect, and how are we going to get information to put in those databases?

But hey, let’s put all that aside for a brief moment and take a look at the actual families. Ostensibly non-terrorist, non-jihadist types who are trying to escape a desperate situation. Uruguay last year took in a few of these families – more as a gesture than anything else, since Uruguay actually doesn’t have a whole lot of resources to provide for these people.

So how’s that working out for them? Not particularly well, according to many Uruguayans.

One would think that the people escaping war would be grateful to at least live in a country where there’s peace and where they’re helped by the government, and where locals welcomed them with food and seeds to plant vegetables, right? RIGHT?

Apparently not so much. This particular family came to Uruguay with 15 kids. FIFTEEN. And so unhappy are they about the government not giving them sufficient freebies, that the patriarch, who seems to be unable to keep his jizz hose in his pants, has decided to express his “gratitude” to his hosts by dousing himself in gasoline and threatening to set himself on fire.

The Syrians’ biggest beef is that they can’t make ends meet even though the government provides housing and gives each family a monthly stipend. Both government officials and the families have declined to say how much that is.

“I like Uruguay. I like Uruguayan families. My young children all go to school here,” Alshebli said in halting Spanish, standing in the living room of his sparsely furnished, multi-room home on the outskirts of Juan Lacaze. “But food is very expensive. How can I feed 15 children?”

He showed The Associated Press a two-month winter electricity bill totaling $475 and said everyone in the family who is able works. For example his 19-year-old daughter Nada sells Arab food downtown and recently worked in an assisted living facility, but earned just $68 in a little under a month there.

Now, I’m just curious here, but did he actually make enough to feed his 15 spawn back in Syria? I’m kind of doubtful about that. So he drags his brood to another country and expects the taxpayers there to feed them, and when he receives only modest aid (vice no aid at all and maybe even fatal injuries in war-torn Syria), he’s so angry at what he believes to be a slight against him and his litter, he threatens to set himself on fire!

In this Oct. 7, 2015 photo, Merhi Alshebli rolls a cigarette in his living room in Juan Lacaze, Uruguay.  So he has the money to buy tobacco. Judging by the remote control on the table, he also has at least a somewhat modern TV and there's leather furniture. But he's complaining... Obviously he doesn't know what real, stinkin' poverty is.

In this Oct. 7, 2015 photo, Merhi Alshebli rolls a cigarette in his living room in Juan Lacaze, Uruguay. So he has the money to buy tobacco. Judging by the remote control on the table, he also has at least a somewhat modern TV and there’s leather furniture. But he’s complaining…
Obviously he doesn’t know what real, stinkin’ poverty is.

Because in a country where the average worker earns $500 per month, this ass weasel somehow feels that forcing his wife to shit out 15 kids somehow entitles him to more!

And not only that, but he is now demanding to be sent to Europe, where he will ostensibly get more free shit at others’ expense.

Talk about your ungrateful, disgusting louts!

And if you think this won’t happen here, when they start arriving…

If you think the demands and complaints won’t happen, you’d be mistaken, judging by the whining coming from Somali refugees.

And then there’s the current crop that complains about the lack of Internet and cigarettes. Really? Talk about entitled!

(h/t to Jonn for this bit of sunshine on my Monday afternoon.)

National Holiday?


As I drove to work today, I was listening to the morning guys Brian and Larry – the only ones I can stomach on my local talk radio station WMAL (believe it or not Savage, Levin, Limbaugh, and whoever else they have screeching on that station endlessly just don’t appeal to me). They asked an interesting question: Bernie Sanders wants to make Election Day a national holiday. Do you agree?

I had to think about this one a bit. I used to commute 90 miles each way to work when I lived in my beautiful house in Stephens City, but that commute took an hour and a half on a good day, and 2-3 hours on most other days, so voting became difficult. I had to leave the house at 0500 each morning to try and avoid the morning rush, get to work early, and leave early to avoid the afternoon disaster. Most days it still took an average of three hours to get home, and if I left a little bit later than 1600, you could forget about me getting to the polls in time to vote! So I kind of understand the desire to make Election Day a day off, so that citizens could exercise their right to choose the dimwits who would ultimately represent them.

So what would be the advantages?

Those who actually work, contribute to society, pay taxes, and should have their voices heard would be able to do so without taking several hours of leave.

The day off would eliminate the need for absentee or early voting, unless you’re a service member stationed overseas and can’t get to your polling place. Given the amount of corruption and fraud in that system, it would be good to eliminate it.

But then…

Using government force to compel a company to give its employees a day off smacks of the kind of authoritarian crap I hate.

It also smacks of the “more free shit” mentality that Bernie Sanders thinks will get him elected.

And while it seems most people claim they’re too busy with whatever they’ve got going on in their life to vote, that doesn’t necessarily mean work per se. It could mean any number of things in people’s daily lives, and it certainly doesn’t guarantee that if they had the day off from work, they would get their happy asses to the polls.

And frankly… it doesn’t take all day to vote, so a lot of employers do give their workers a couple of hours to go do their civic duty.

So I’m curious what you guys think. Should voting be a national holiday? Leave your opinion in the comments, should you so choose.

Crunch Time In The Fight To Stop An Article V Convention Call In The Old Dominion

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I ruffled some feathers when I opined a few weeks ago about the possibility of a Article V convention. Now that several bills have advanced to the floor of the General Assembly calling for an Article V convention, there seems to be a real chance of passage of such a thing for the first time since Speaker Howell and the General Assembly wisely revoked Virginia’s previous call for an Article V convention over ten years ago. Many good conservatives like Ken Cuccinelli support such an idea. Nevertheless, the more I learn about not just the concept itself, but those behind it, the worse an idea it seems.

The people, and the money, behind the push for an Article V convention, are, shall we say, suspect. Mark Meckler, the President of the Convention of States project, was, of all things, a distributor with Herbalife, the purveyor of dietary supplements that works through a Mary Kay/Amway-style pyramid scheme. Mr. Meckler apparently made quite a killing, being near the top of the Herbalife pyramid. Meckler had never shown any real inclination to be involved in politics. This changed when he suddenly jumped into politics, co-founding Tea Party Patriots (TPP) with Jenny Beth Martin. For brevity’s sake, I won’t rehash the issues with TPP becoming a cash cow for its leadership here, but Google will quickly turn up a number of references should readers require them. Oddly enough, TPP, like Herbalife, distributed what it took in (initially through membership fees, then later contracted a large fundraising firm which kept up to 70% of every dollar taken in for TPP) through a pyramid-like scheme. I don’t believe in that sort of coincidence. Mr. Meckler then left TPP for the Convention of States project. It’s unknown how much they pay their employees, of course, but it is VERY well-funded. Here in Virginia, it is allied to the Middle Resolution PAC, which is bankrolled by Bob Bailie, an establishment Republican megadonor. In the interests of brevity, I also won’t get into the longstanding issues with Middle Resolution and conservatives, but like with regard to TPP, Google will be your friend.
There is one last tidbit regarding Mr. Meckler. He recently joined up with Living Room Conversations, a group that, based on their site, is very left-leaning. Their other public representatives include a co-founder of, a former organizer of the Coffee Party, and Van Jones (!). I am not making this up.

The advocates of the Convention of States project have still failed to demonstrate how an Article V convention could be limited once called, or how they could guarantee the “one state, one vote” structure they propose, or how they could guarantee that the delegates would be strict constructionist Constitutional conservatives. Their constitutional law expert, Robert Natelson, argues that state legislatures have such power. As it turns out, he’s wrong. Given the political makeup of Virginia, does anyone think that, even granting the CoS advocates that they could set up the convention exactly the way they propose, that our delegate would be a Ken Cuccinelli or Dave Brat? It’s far more likely that the General Assembly would select, if not a Howell or Norment themselves, someone like… oh, Frank Wagner or Barry Knight, or if we roll snake eyes, Bill Bolling. Consider that. Then consider the delegates that states like, say, New York might choose. If we are lucky, they’d send Michael Bloomberg. It is highly unlikely that an Article V convention would be led by conservatives, and extremely likely that it would yield exceedingly dangerous proposed amendments, which would then have considerable momentum for passage through the state legislatures, by the same Congress that constructed the convention in the first place. This is why the left is pushing for an Article V convention through Move To Amend and Wolf PAC. Some suggest that penalties could be imposed on delegates who exceed the instructions of a state which appointed them to an Article V convention, but there is no case law supporting that such a thing would stand. None. Once the convention is called, it’s anyone’s ballgame. Some CoS advocates even insist that an Article V convention is not a constitutional convention. Black’s Law Dictionary says otherwise. It’s also worth noting that at the 1787 convention, every delegate other than George Mason and Elbridge Gerry, and one other gentleman (whose name escapes me at the moment) wanted to leave the convention option out of Article V completely, yet these three threatened to leave the convention unless a convention to propose amendments was added, and ended up doing so anyhow because it didn’t go far enough to suit them (they wanted the convention model that CoS advocates, and didn’t get it). A convention simply wasn’t among the vehicles the framers had in mind to restrain an overarching federal leviathan. Tremendous and unnecessary danger awaits the republic if an Article V convention should come to pass.

To sum up, it is desperately important for the General Assembly to defeat HJ497 and HJ499 on the floor of the House of Delegates, and SJ252 and SJ269 on the floor of the Senate of Virginia this week. Delegate Bob Marshall and Senator Dick Black have been absolute heroes on this issue. They need YOUR help! Contact your legislators (politely and concisely) and let them know you oppose these bills, and any call for an Article V convention.




I used to get so angry when my family referred to my late brother’s alcohol and drug abuse as a “disease!” They would tell me how he was “sick,” and how I should have felt sympathy for him.

I did not.

Calling him “sick” diminished the very real fight of every cancer survivor and the plight of diabetics, people who contracted cholera, polio, meningitis, plague, and every other actual disease!

Sure, he got sick from his alcohol and drug abuse. He had liver issues, blood problems, edema, etc. Yes, he was sick. But make no mistake – alcoholism and drug abuse in and of themselves are not sicknesses. They are CHOICES. And those choices result in sometimes tragic consequences. But they are, in fact, choices. And I refuse to feel sorry for grown human beings who choose to abuse their bodies and then demand we give them sympathy and money to counter the illnesses that result from said choices!

No. Just no.

That’s why Matt Walsh’s blog entry on obesity hit home for me as well. As someone who has a hard time losing weight and must work her ass off to do so, this entry is particularly relevant.

Bottom line: stop treating choices as illnesses, stop acting like victims, and get up off your ass and do something about it.

Originally posted on The Matt Walsh Blog:

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According to a new study, it does more harm than good to label obesity a “disease.”  Shockingly, the study finds, when you tell people that they are victims and that they have no control over their physical condition, you ultimately discourage them from attempting to improve themselves.

So when the American Medical Association suddenly decided to throw science out the window and declare that body fat is a disease like cancer or malaria, they knowingly and purposefully stoked the feelings of helplessness that many of us already struggle with on a daily basis.

They also enriched themselves by ensuring that government health insurance plans would cover obesity treatments and diet pills, but I’m sure that was totally not a factor in their decision.

Beyond the findings of this survey, there are many other problems with calling obesity a disease. Here’s one: it isn’t true.

Obesity is not a disease.

Of course it isn’t.


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I’m a liberal because I think Starbucks has private property rights



More on the Starbucks controversy. The money shot:
“I received several emails from people proud to show me photos of their “demonstration.” Invariably, it was an image of some guy flashing his holstered firearm in the middle of the store, while a lady in the background looks on with an expression of concern and befuddlement. My response was always the same: the store let you carry that inside, why are you punishing them for it? Yes, perhaps other patrons shouldn’t be worried just because half of the people in the store are armed to the teeth, but they will be worried. And you know it. So your act of “appreciation” is to hurt the business you claim to appreciate by abusing the thing you appreciate them for? I’m confused. And befuddled. Actually, I guess I can relate to that woman in the photo.

This is like if I permit you to wear shoes in my house, so you, rejoicing my leniency, celebrate by jumping into a mud puddle, stomping on my carpet and putting your feet up on my coffee table. Congratulations, I’ve just amended my shoe policy, and it’s all your fault.

I love gun rights, I’m a humongous Second Amendment advocate, and I have consistently and passionately used whatever little voice I have to advocate for the rights of gun owners, but this — this is not activism. This is a disservice to the gun rights movement. Responsible gun owners don’t parade around coffee shops with their shotguns just so they can post a photo of it on social media. Responsible gun owners aren’t impressed with themselves; they see the gun as a tool — not a toy, not a fashion accessory, not a “point,” not an excuse to cause a scene — and they carry that tool with a sense of maturity and discipline.”

Originally posted on The Matt Walsh Blog:

I remember when a fast food chicken sandwich restaurant became, out of nowhere, a hotly contested battle ground in the gay marriage debate. Everything was fine, everything was normal, everybody was eating chicken, until suddenly liberal activist organizations were encouraging gay men have heated make out sessions at their local Chick-fil-A, and Christians were countering with a Bible in one hand and waffle fries in the other. Boycotts, rallies, Appreciation Days, demonstrations, fundraisers — it was war. Personally, I have plenty of opinions on the topic of gay marriage, but on the topic of Chick-fil-A all I ever cared about was their chicken.

Millions of people cried out, “We must win Chick-fil-A to our side!”

And I courageously stood and shouted, “Can I get a number one with a Diet Coke?”

I didn’t think political discourse could get any more absurd than the Gays vs. Chicken War of 2012, but…

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Newspaper publishes map of gun owners. Editor fired in mass layoffs.



Finally! Someone is being held accountable. Took them long enough!

Originally posted on SlowFacts:

I’ve nothing to add except this is wonderful news.  A newspaper accessed the names and addresses of registered New York gun owners through a public records request.  The paper then published a map of registered gun owners who live just north of New York City.ny go

The editors and staff were shocked by the unfavorable public response.  They received angry phone calls and even face to face criticism at their office.  The home addresses of the newspaper employees were published online by another group.   The managers of the paper hired armed guards for physical security.  The newspaper staff were openly mocked in online videos.  Advertisers in the newspaper received many critical comments and the paper’s advertising revenue fell.  All this happened in a suburb within commuting distance of New York.  I guess you don’t have to get far from Manhattan to loose the luster of liberalism.

Now 17 newspaper employees

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