Mice, Rats and a Big Orange Cat

 

Admittedly, I have mixed feelings about mice. They are tiny, so non-threatening and kinda cute in a Mickey Mouse way but also they can be a transmitter of diseases like the Bubonic plague when the disease actually came through the fleas feasting off of rodents. However, mice keep to themselves for the most part until the population hits critical mass and they decide to strike out to new territory which they want to share with you.

 

When we moved to rural Utah in 2018, being a Bostonian I was more concerned about snakes especially rattlers, which according to Mormon pioneer legend in Manti, were abundant. I can happily say I personally have not encountered any rattlers which are more of a problem for mice than for men these days.

 

My fear of snakes stemmed from the powerful influence of children's literature, particularly Rudyard Kipling's Jungle Stories: Riki Tiki Tavi. The King Cobra was the bane of the garden in India and Nagarina was the remaining matriarch who schemed to rid her garden of the humans who killed Nag, her mate, and threatened her hidden brood. Her plan was to coil around the water bowl and wait for the human's midnight run. That lovely thought would nag me nearly every night as I tiptoed to the bathroom in the dark. Sometimes despite my dismissal of such taunting fears I would switch the light on just to be sure no cobras were lurking in the shadows. Irrational I know but that is the power of literature. (I don't like swimming in the ocean anymore either since the movie Jaws)

 

Another mouse story from children's books has come to mind often in its similarity to the drama played out in the House of Representatives which is supposed to be The People's House but is more like “Nagarina's House' as Speaker Nancy Pelosi hatches schemes and brood after brood of vipers intent upon destroying the garden of mankind and the flower of Democracy, the United States of America. The story of Two Bad Mice by Beatrix Potter is one of my all time favorites because it has a moral to the story and in the end things are put right. I wish I could see that happening for our much maligned and attacked US of A.

 

The story is about a doll house whose owners go for a walk and two interlopers, Hunca Munca and Tom Thumb, decide to check out the delicious feast of ham, lobster and pie they see spread on the table. When they try to eat the yummy looking fare they realize the food is made of plaster and in their rage they hurl the fake food and dishes at the wall and on the floor causing a dusty mess downstairs. They went up to the bedroom and ripped the feather pillows open and made a thorough mess. The rightful owner came home and called for the police.

 

These bad mice remind me of Nancy Pelosi and Chuck Schumer who like the two bad mice are intentionally breaking things and going from bad to worse. This continuous reign of destruction seems to have intimidated the rightful owner, we the people, and Chuck and Nancy plan to do away with the police as well as the capitalists that own the house. They plan to bring in hordes of unruly mice to keep themselves in power indefinitely.

 

In the Potter version, the mice grow a conscience and clean up the mess and actually pay for damages. Yet, in Congress there seems to be no end to the theft of power and draining the treasury instead of draining the swamp as the People desired. Even their vote was stolen. Where are the rattlesnakes and cobras when you need them?

 

Even a good mouser like Snagglepuss or Sylvester the Cat would be welcome. Yet in my version a solution is getting ready to pounce in the form of a big orange cat named Donald.

 

As if this mouse tale weren't disturbing enough a rat by the name of Dr. Fauci has been running the CDC for decades funding nefarious projects aimed at depopulating the planet and enslaving the survivors to Big Pharma which can't resist the billions of dollars to be plundered from their many medical offerings. Drunk with power Dr. Fauci and Big Pharma have invaded the halls of power, bought many politicians and plotted with them to get rid of the big orange cat. Fauci has used his power and our tax dollars to green light the use of our aborted children for experimental purposes such as grafting their scalp hair on the heads of mice. 

 

Planned Parenthood, the largest abortion provider in the world, is making millions on the sale of body parts of aborted babies for such experimentation. Grafting for what purpose? A cure for balding? If this doesn't cross a line what will it take to arouse the ire and disgust of the people? If that doesn't make you want to start throwing things, test tubes and petri dishes around Dr. Fauchenstein's laboratory what will?

 

A real storybook ending would be the eradication of the evil rats and mice in the People's House and the return of the big orange cat.

 

 

 

 

Chris Noonan Funnell is a free-lance columnist currently living in the Cleveland area.  

Acknowledgement and thanks goes to Pr.Thomas Wise who suggested the solution of the big orange cat named Donald. We had a good laugh and a few days later he graduated to heaven.

 

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The No Way in Hell bill in MA...S517

The terrors of the 9^th of Av, the date in Jewish history when so many terrible events took place from the destruction of the Temple in Jerusalem in 70 AD to the expulsion of the Jews from the Gaza strip as a peace offering that was returned with rockets raining down on neighbors in Sderot ever since 2005. I remember the time of mourning for the Orthodox Jews in Gush Katif.

https://www.jns.org/opinion/aug-15-2005-a-date-which-will-live-in-infamy/

Asymmetrical Warfare 7/18- 27/21

In case you haven't noticed we are at war and America is down for the count. I first saw this with my own eyes on September 11, 2001 when I watched in real time the passenger plane out of Boston aim for and crash into the second tower in NYC.

I spoke it out to my youngest son who happened to be home that day. He was having headaches every day as he transitioned to 9^th grade from Christian School to public school. I kept getting calls from the school nurse that he wanted to come home and I was on the verge of telling her to tell him to “Tough it out.” in what ever language she though best to tell a kid he needs to suck it up. But I'm glad my momma's heart prevailed and I hopped in my Montero and drove the mile and a half on a beautiful fall morning, not a cloud in the clear blue sky. No one saw this attack coming which had been well planned by our enemies who have a hundred year strategy to take us down.

I had been watching The 700 Club and left the TV on while I briefly left to pick up our youngest son and the only one still living at home.

When I returned to the TV a whole new reality was unfolding. As the plane hit the building I knew this was no accident but an act of war.

America recoiled in horror but soon came together in a collective response...You killed our people...Prepare to die!

As the dust settled and the missing numbers made us numb with shock. Some people danced on the rooftops as they watched the billows of smoke rise from the two Trade Towers. They also gave out candy to children and danced in the streets in Muslim countries while we waited to see what President Bush the younger would do.

Meanwhile churches began having interdenominational meetings in school auditoriums. I remember going to the open mike and praying for the Jews who were not included. This was a terrible oversite revealing our ignorance of our Judaeo- Christian roots. Cars and pick-up trucks drove around displaying our stars and stripes and a renewed patriotism brought tears to our eyes as we sang anthems at gatherings.

I assembled colorful clippings in a large collage containing images of war and words of faith that our cause is just. How can things have changed so quickly over only two decades? It is clear we are under attack from without and within. Social media has cast conservatives as haters and politicians call us deplorables. Biased “Fact checkers” decide what the narrative should be and the media is complicit in gaslighting and constructing outright lies.

 

It is upside down world and patriots have lost due process and the justice system is broken and has become an instrument of intimidation.

Our future as a free nation is at stake and our grandchildren will not remember freedom if we don't put a halt to the downward spiral of democracy. Our votes are being stolen and there is no hope for our nation if the election process is not righted. The fresh air of freedom is polluted by enemies who despise us and our God. All this being said I believe we have had enough, the line has been crossed and we are on the road to redemption.

Time to unfurl our flags...Don't Give Up the Ship!

 

Char Rides Again

Charleen Davidson Rides Again                                                      May 19, 2015

Charleen rides a Harley with her long dark hair flowing in the wind. She’s wearing in a supple black leather Jacket and pants for protection and wears black engineer boots for kicking doors down or just kicking her 350 engine over. She has a strong core, legs and arms for lifting her bike up if she wipes out on a sandy turn.

Actually, Charleen is my alter ego, my twin, my un-hindered self. In 2015 after a really horrible year of financial disasters, betrayal by business partners and crowned my husband’s cancer diagnosis, I have come out on the other side stronger. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger and when people ask how I am I answer “If I were any better, I’d be twins!!

 Well, I just keep getting better and now she’s here…my twin, Char….deal with it.

She has an emblem on the back of her jacket a coiled yellow snake in 13 sections with the words “Don’t Tread on Me”. 

 

     The day the cardinal visited was the day JP died. There were many of them flying and tweeting as they flew faster than the eye and ear can follow in the morning when the first rays of dawn lighten the sky…just after it is darkest…the Call to prayer.

They flocked around the bird feeder filled with their favorite sunflower seeds which keep them healthy and returning during the winter months when snow covers the ground and clings to the branches making foraging difficult. A few smaller birds glean the smaller seeds that fall on the 2^nd floor porch. All take turns at the feeder excited by the bright sunshine after the storm has passed and they come out to feast upon the black seeds favored by cardinals. The seed scatters under the feeder and on the porch rail. As I watched from the window just a few feet away they are getting used to me if I stay still. A male cardinal in his red plumage and crest peaked, cocked his head and looked right in my eye with his bright yellow eye. It was a riveting and most unusual exchange that I did not at first comprehend.

 Typically cardinals have black eyes. The eye that caught mine was yellow. Yellow/black snake. Yellow/black eye. Pondering for seven years.

 

 

 

 Written May 25, 2020 but how much more applicable to 2021 graduates as we realize how deep the deep state goes and how cold the fingers of the CCP reaching into every aspect of our great nation.

Yet I am encouraged by activism from groups like Turning Point USA, in spite of the alarming inroads into politics, education,journalism, sports, entertainment, social media and even medicine by Marxist ideologues.

Dear High School Class of 2020                                                        https://youtu.be/E8uA50NSe3w

 

 

Congratulations to the graduates of 2020 from a graduate of 1965 which was also a very strange year to graduate according to Dr. James Dobson, child psychologist and founder of Focus on the family.

How weird is this to finish off your 12 years of schooling with a world-wide so called Pandemic that cuts you off from your final semester and all the best parts of being a senior? Now that it's your turn they turn out the lights and send you off to cyber-space, digital land or Zoom land. So how do you like your free trial of Socialism?

I thought about digging out my yearbook, but there are too many spiders in my basement. Did you guys even get a yearbook? I was Art Editor of my yearbook for a couple of years running and I remember the flurry of activity to meet printing deadlines so maybe your yearbook is only digital?

When my middle son graduated from Grove City College a small but strongly religious Presbyterian school my husband and I went to PA for his graduation and I was so impressed by the parents and grandparents that attended I wrote up an essay entitled “In Loco Parentis”. If you didn't get exposed to Latin in school which I suspect, because Latin teachers were a dying breed teaching a dead language when I was in school, then you might think with some exposure to Spanish that this phrase has refers to your “ crazy parents”. Having gone through it three times myself when my darling boys went out of state to college, it is not easy to relinquish the care and feeding of the child you nurtured and protected like a she bear for 18 years to an institution of higher learning suddenly one day in fall. Especially with the track record academia has for turning freshman raised in a religious home into agnostics, atheists, budding socialists, Buddhists, environmentalists and vegetarians seemingly overnight.

I have a theory that the reason many of my generation is rabidly anti-Communism is that '65 was the year the epic film Dr. Zhivago came out and it showed the dramatic shift from private ownership to the state confiscating everything. Well off people were forced to share their homes with less fortunates which may sound like a good idea when you are 18 but to the average hard working capitalist, not so much. Maybe assigning the movie to incoming freshmen in college would go a long way to defeating the socialist agenda.

Besides taking prayer out of schools in 1963 they lowered the age of voting. Before 1971 the voting age used to be 21 when I was a youth but they lowered it to 18 with the argument that if you were old enough to go fight in a war you were old enough to vote. Actually a lot of 17 year-olds fought bravely and died in World War II but the world was a different place then and people grew up early.

Believe it or not the sexual revolution had only just started and abortion was not legal in most states. Unmarried couples did not live together before marriage and divorce was not common. All that changed rapidly around the year I graduated.

Subsequent generations have had relative calm until Sep 11, 2001 when our world changed forever and some of us realized we were at war, an undeclared war. You have grown up in wartime and it's all you've ever known. You have been groomed and indoctrinated for a New American Revolution to take America as we know it down from its high and lofty perch and replace it with a socialist Utopia where everyone has enough and no one has too much which may seem reasonable and quite just to an 18 year-old but scares the hell out of those of us who understand socialism and communism and have seen its failures and its murderous path in various experiments like the soviet Union, China, Cuba and Venezuela. Humanistic governance without God just substitutes God with false gods and tyrants and ultimately does not work. Margaret Thatcher former British Prime Minister said Socialism falls apart when you run out of other peoples money.

Other Brits have weighed in on the subject "If you're not liberal when you're young, you have no heart. If you're not conservative when you're older, you have no brain." Despite the writer's cautious use of "attributed" and "paraphrase," as said by Churchill but it seems to be agreed upon by more than one thinker including Edmund Burke.

That is why I think lowering the vote to 18 contributed to the demise of America and was part of a long range liberal strategy to “Fundamentally change America”. The public school system being a major cause as well.

(Public) “Education is a most powerful ally of humanism, and every public school is a school of humanism. What can the theistic Sunday School meeting once a week, and teaching only a fraction of the children, do to stem the tide of a five day program of Humanistic teachings?” Charles Francis Potter.

Rev. Dr. Charles Francis Potter (October 28, 1885 – October 4, 1962) was an American Unitarian minister, theologian, and author.

In 1923 and 1924, he became nationally known through a series of debates with Dr. John Roach Straton, a fundamentalist Christian. They were soon published in four volumes entitled The Battle Over the Bible, Evolution versus Creation, The Virgin Birth—Fact or Fiction? and Was Christ Both Man and God?

In 1925 he was adviser on the Bible to Clarence Darrow in his defense of John Thomas Scopes, a schoolteacher who was charged with teaching evolution in his classes. The story is told in the novel To Kill a Mockingbird.

Charles could have been a progenitor of Harry Potter which has had a great influence upon readers since 1997.

There have been eight Harry Potter movies but a movie that came out the year I graduated, 1965, had as much effect on me and perhaps my generation as the Harry potter series had on subsequent generations. That film is Dr. Zhivago and in spite of the tangled and adulterous relationships in the plot, which I have always found troubling, there is a powerful and moving depiction of Russia in the throes of revolution. The anarchy resulting in the annihilation of the Czar and his whole family show a truly traumatic time ushering in the Russian Revolution, ending the monarchy and after years of civil war replacing it with Communism and the creation of the Soviet Union. The dramatization of this era in the Dr. Zhivago film convinced me of the horrors of atheistic Communism and the futility of trying to govern men without God.

Even Ralph Waldo Emerson, American poet and non-traditional thinker in the 19th century opined “All I have seen teaches me to trust the Creator for all the things I have not seen.”

I hope you will pick up a copy of Boris Pasternack's Dr. Zhivago or see the film before you vote in November.

Congratulations on your graduation Class of 2020! You have been given the gift of being born in an exceptional country that believes in freedom and inalienable rights given to all men and women by God. Go forth and keep this Constitutional Republic as the Founders so brilliantly designed it.

 

 

 

nSnsoS

RINO Romney Runs US into the Ground

Here is another  recirculated article . I have moved now to Ohio. Let's pray Mitt doesn't get any ideas.Everyone comments when I tell them I just moved from my native Boston MA to Ephraim, Utah…”That’s a big change!”

As a grandparent who wants to be near her children and grandchildren I embrace the changes but one thing I don’t embrace and that is having my former Massachusetts governor (2003-07) Mitt Romney screwing up this state the way he messed up Massachusetts. To be fair he seems like a nice man with a lovely family, however my praise stops there because niceness does not win the day.

I even voted for him for governor hoping he would be more conservative than his three Republican predecessors but alas after his four years in office we were left with Romneycare the prelude to Obamacare and Massachusetts became the first state to legalize Same Sex Marriage. 

 

As a delegate at the GOP Convention I felt abandoned and betrayed by the party I had switched to in 1980 because of their Pro-Life platform. Thanks to Mitt and his running mate Kerry Healey the Convention was awash in pink T-shirts with NOW slogans. The GOP had gone over to the dark side that year and I wore red duct tape on my mouth with the word “LIFE” to symbolize the silencing of the voices of the unborn.

 

It was also on Romney’s watch when same sex marriage was legalized and look how that turned out with the scandal forcing the MA Senate President Stanley Rosenberg to step down due to alleged sexual extortion by his husband,not to mention how the controversial ruling by compromised judges has gone viral.

It has not been easy herding these cats once they escaped but President Donald Trump has proven he was up to the task as he had nearly completely dismantling Obamacare and rousing the sleeping giant of Conservativism in “Flyover Country”.

 

But Romney, no fan of Trump, is part of the establishment who don’t want to relinquish power to the likes of Donald Trump. Romney is really part of the Resistance movement, a RINO (Republican in Name Only).

 

Mitt has a reputation for business but he proved his method for finding revenue is by raising existing fees and proposing new ones. In his first year in office, according to Boston radio personality, Howie Carr, Governor Romney raised $260 Million in fees plus $140 Million raised in extra revenue extracted from businesses, all in the name of “finding revenue” instead of stopping the runaway train of corruption and thieving on “Bacon Hill”.

 

He did nothing for the MA Republican Party beyond a photo op. 

 

 

Like the present Governor Charlie Baker, Romney was popular because he played along with special interest groups, maintained the status quo and gave the Democrats all they wanted. He is still up to his old tricks in his new position as senator in Utah...and now a national disgrace.

This "Bi-Partisan Infrastructure Bill which Romney supports  is going to ruin us and make paupers and slaves of our children.

 Fish Fiasco and Amusements

We had a great time with the Colorado grandchildren at the Bay Days Carnival.
The parents bought the pkg deal for $20 for 24 tickets for rides including a Ferris wheel, a big slide, whirling strawberries you sit in with yourpeeps and calm little toddler rides and of course a carosel which went slow enough that I went with Jane age 10 and specifying we ride on the Palominos. I had a devil of a time trying to mount the thing while Jane held my bag and looked down sweetly from her tall blonde perch. They don't call them "amusements" for nothing. The ticket taker pointed out there was a pedal to step up on the other side and that saved my bacon from putting on a Lucille Ball performance for everyone.

.I declined going on any other rides having discovered I do not tolerate spinning very well. Luke, age 7, had one thing on his mind. The games, not the rides. They were cash only so Bappa took the boys to the booth and shelled out some cash and gave them all a portion of the 7 ping pong balls which when thrown and if they land in a very little fish bowl, a gold fish is the prize. Out of Jane, Luke and Jack, Luke got one in and went to collect his prize. After giving it some thought he offered it to Bappa to take care of since the car ride back to Colorado would be difficult for the hardiest of fishies. This was no feeder fish meant to be fed to bigger creatures but a fat little thing, white on the bottom and orange on top. We eventually decided to call her Lucy due to her flaming color.

We said our goodbyes to the Colorado contingent and to my surprise Lucy had already been brought home and Bappa found a suitable container which has also been used for Trifle desserts, a glass cylinder that has been in the past used to hold other short lived goldfish and our dear departed Froggie.  (You can find out what happened to Froggie on my blog...www.goodnewsboston.blogspot.com)

We did not have any fish food in the house so we made a shopping trip the next morning and Dave got an aeration system, extra line for air and air stones for diffusing air into the water as well.

Long story short we relocated the fish cylinder to the window. Later in the day I heard a funny noise while I was at my laptop. I should have gone to investigate. I might have saved Lucy. Hours later when we came home I went to look in her bowl and it was empty. Nada. Oh no, it happened again...We can only wonder was it suicide or was it the exhilaration of looking out the window or maybe she was missing her fish family?

I had to move some stuff before I saw her lying on the floor stiff as a board. David admitted he filled the bowl too close to the top, which is not an actual fish bowl but a cylinder which I have used more recently for Trifle after a thorough cleaning of course. Now I see why the fish bowl shape is shaped the way it is. Now that we have bought the food I feel like I want another fishy. Our phishtale is winding down. .Bappa went to see if the carni was s still there the next morning and if we could purchase another Lucy. They all looked the same. But alas they had left Bay Village which has statutes forbiding games of chance on Sunday.

Dave decided to pack up the fish pellets (Lucy only ate one) and the barely used aeration equipment and we took it back to Drug Mart for a cash refund. The refund covered the purchase of a big bottle of Jean Nate After Shower Spash which will always remind me of Lucy and the wild ride on the Palomino.

On the 4th we went to see the Bay Village fireworks which was nice but it lacked music which made it unsatisfying like the silent merry-go-round that Jane and I rode .I miss the Boston Pops and the 1812 Overture. Last July forth a cried my eyes out in Gunnison Utah to I Finally Made It to Arlington https://youtu.be/LPaXaZczlsQ

I took pix of us on the Palominos and our encounter with Cinderella and another Disney princess with a bow. Sorry I am not up on my Disney princesses but Jane is and she knew it was Cinderella and the princes from Brave. I kept calling her the Frozen lady. Anyway we got pix but my camera is bitching about storage space. I

have to work on my editing skills. It is always something with these gadgets.

Re-contextualizing Froggie Went a Courtin' Part 3

Re-Contextualizing Froggie Went a Courtin' Part 3

Some of you may have been following the saga of Froggie my African Dwarf Frog (ADF) which I bought at Jay's Jungle in Provo a year ago this month. He or she is tiny only about 2 inches in length and so small that you really can't read the expression on its face. I am confused about the sex of this little underwater frog because when I introduced a second younger frog from Petco to the small tank the younger frog was more assertive and within a few minutes was mounted on the elder frog's back. So I thought we might have a breeding pair and I'd better find out about how to raise ADF's. I have a book on order but in the meantime I searched the internet and joined a couple of ADF aficionado Facebook groups. Apparently what I thought would be an uncomplicated, no work required, pet experience was going to be anything but. These people are frog-freaks who spend a lot of time and money on their frog babies and do not countenance what they consider helpless-animal-neglect in keeping the water clean, ph balanced and the perfect temperature. I decided to stay low profile on this group

I have to admit I was pretty fond of Froggie until I began to suspect that she is a Black Widow who will not tolerate interlopers in her now cushy10 gallon tank, a big upgrade from the under one gallon bowl I kept her in for the better part of a year until I began to feel guilty of neglect. I had inherited most of the paraphernalia from my grandson who had a goldfish that died. The bigger tank was my way of apologizing to Froggie for not filtering or even changing her water very often being afraid of getting Samonella. The nice sales associate at Petco talked me into a filter adequate for my tank which did seem roomy enough for a friend so I brought home Little Frank who apparently was an annoyance to Grogina we now called her “Gina” for short. But their relationship went south and before a week was out Frank laid pale and lifeless at the bottom of the tank and Gina stood watch. I interpreted it as grief but have later learned when I called Petco and spoke with Kristin that sometimes the older Alfa Frog will harass and stress out the newcomer. One feels like a detective sorting out all the clues. On a subsequent trip up north I revisited Petco and turned in Frank who had been chillin' in our fridge in a pill container. Jaden was very understanding and gave me a replacement ADF and made sure I bought some new filters for the tank.

Ka-ching ka-ching. In for a penny in for a pound. But unfortunately "Newbie" died as well of undetermined causes only a few days after he had been given a very hostile treatment when I put him in the "Trump Tank". Froggie was vicious and I had to separate them immediately. Newbie only lasted a couple of days. I will not be bringing home any more frogs for the Black Widow to badger to death.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Xf0FSNt51A