How to Scare a Pussy

Today I am thankful for my cat.  

I've been watching a lot of television  Netflix and Amazon Prime.  I think I'm trying to figure out what type of character I'm playing on this blog. 

I have no clue.  It's based loosely on my life.  

I wish I were a badass. 

My neighbors think I'm a badass.  

In reality, I'm just a graying redhead socialized to hide her enormous temper behind overly kind words and warm smiles.

I think I'm drawn to female psychopathic archetypes.  I watch the female villians.

If I could understand Galactica's #6, Doctor Who's Missy, Catwoman, Poison Ivy, Bond's May Day and other personas of ill badassery.....maybe I could understand how evil people think.

I don't get it. Some of the characters seem to behave as if they believe they're acting out of the collective good -but- they don't honor the lives and liberties of other people.

I guess....one could say that they act like Communists.

Missy....well, she's just plain ol' crazy.  I hear beats in my head all the time - 1 - 2 - 3 -4 / 2 -2 -3 -4 / 3 -2 -3 -4 but then again - such is the life of a wanna be bassist.

Perhaps I should define 'plain ol' crazy.'  In my mind, crazy is acting out of ego for the satisfaction of the Id.  It's acting like a lunatic for the fun of it!

Yeah....can't you tell? I have a worthless master's in psychology.  The lawmakers keep bending to lobbyists and changing the licensure requirements.  Now both of my degrees and my countless counseling certificates are useless.

Maybe I can use my degree for more than manipulating people into hating cigarettes or going to rehab.  Maybe I can write a work of fiction....maybe .....if I can hire 101 editors to correct my mistakes.

Getting back to the point, I find the behavior of these villainesses nonsensical. 

I've been told that, for a woman, activism against the government is nonsensical.  We are supposed to find safety in the deceitful web of men in power.

I never followed a man who didn't lead me into a bottomless pit of despair....sadly.  Why would a politician be any different?

Yeah....

It could be that I'm watching television in an attempt to try to understand my shadow side. 

I can be a mean mother.....

I had a psychology professor witness me going after a public school official for accepting bribes from pharmaceutical companies to diagnose kids with ADHD.  He remarked that the person he saw in me was my shadow side.  That shadow persona wrote a lot of letters to lawmakers.  Teachers are not allowed to diagnose kids with mental issues any longer.  Schools still take the bribes, though.

Hmmmmm.......

It could very well be that..... maybe....the nice Siegfred is the shadow side and the mean person is the real me. 

That could explain a lot.  

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Today I had the day off.  

I spent the day in the meditation of repainting my house.  The city inspector may come and I don't want him to see the splashes of paint which grace my walls. 

I live in a house full of artists.  

Paint....well....it gets places it shouldn't.

I plugged in my 1980's era boom box and shoved a Garbage CD in it.  

Yeah....I know.  It's 2018.  

I'll buy a new sound system 'When I Grow Up.'  

My cat freaked out!  

Her name is Cleopatra.  

We took her in when the gun toting nutball next door kicked her from his doorway.

He's a shitty pet owner.  I left him a note asking him if he wanted his cat back.

He didn't answer.

We claimed her.  

She's a mix between a tabby and a calico.  She looks like me with her brown and gray tiger stripes and patches of ginger fur that glow in the sun.  

My Facebook buddies named her because she has beautiful green eyes that look like they've been heavily lined in kohl.   

Cleopatra likes classical music.  She loves Tchaikovsky.

She can tolerate the rock classics like Foreigner and Styx. 

Garbage....not so much.  

When 'I Think I'm Paranoid' came on......

She ran! 

The poor kitty.  

I guess that nixes the idea of my ever starting a punk garage band.  

*****

I've spent some time reflecting on wimps and garbage. 

Particularly how garbage spouts from the mouths of wimps.  I wonder, half of the time, if they mean what they say. 

I'm somewhat amused by David Hogg.  I'm wondering how long he has before he grows seriously embarrassed over the bizarre things he says and the realization that he got exactly what he demanded - government intervention!   

Yeah....the government always messes things up.  We're better off without it.  If we can't get rid of it completely, we should at least shrink it.  

I wish someone would buy him a pocket Constitution and tell him that clear backpacks violate his fourth amendment rights.  I'd highlight that one. 

Hogg is young.  He can be anything he chooses to be.  I pray he decides to be a tad bit more scholarly.

Right now, Hogg is acting out of ego for attention.  That makes him look 'plain ol' crazy' and/or stupid.

Hogg still has time to correct his trajectory.  People have short memories.   He'll be okay.  

On the other side of the coin, I am amused by Anarchists who annoy the police by saying "fuck" a lot.  

Any ol' idiot can freak out a police officer by using dirty language.  I'm tempted to post a video of a local activist standing about 50 yards from a clock dedicated to my statist cousin and 200 yards from my previous office window screaming obscenities at the police. 

If he had done that while I was hypnotizing someone, I'd have brought him into the act.  

You know.....

Um....sweetie.....a true maestro can freak out the cops by pointing out the obvious.  They didn't go into police work to be tax collectors.

Tell them that and watch their faces contort! 

Sure, they'll harass you if you flip them off and scream "fuck the cops!"

If you really want them to harass ya - fight their funding.  I swear, they'll make house calls if you do that. 

That can be comical if you're old and nightmarish without make-up.  This kid was better looking than I, so he'll get much less mileage out of that tactic. 

If you really want a laugh, scheme to get rid of red light scameras and fight the tax hikes the city promises will go to the police department.  

The money never goes where promised.  

Sigh......

Liars....Liars.....

I swear I smell smoky pants in city hall.  

I'd probably be thinner if I hung out there more.  The smell of burnt arse hair does a number on one's appetite. 

And....sadly....I scare the cops. 

One of them came into my house while I was in the shower.   I wasn't wearing make-up.  I jumped out of the shower, didn't dry off and put on a t-shirt and jeans.

I ran into the garage and grabbed my pink baseball bat in a bid to protect him from the imaginary criminal he claimed was in my house. 

I was probably about fifteen years older than the cop. My maternal instincts must've kicked in.

My floppy boobs, that wet t-shirt and my aging skin probably gave him nightmares.  

Well.....he took off like a bat out of hell.  He no longer works for the department.  

He was probably traumatized. 

That was about six months before I found a GPS device on my mini-van.  

That could explain why the cops refuse to take police reports when I call about the stalker or my neighbor screaming at anyone who parks in front of my home.  He threatens to shoot people.

People like my gun toting neighbor are the reasons we have to fight idiots like David Hogg for our Constitutional rights.  I fear....one day....I'll come home from work and they'll be yellow crime tape around his house. 

To be fair, the cops sent a young man over when my daughter was harassed by a man who recently escaped a correctional facility.  They arrested him shortly after the call was made.  

Maybe....they just don't like  me.  

That's okay, I don't need a fan club.  

I think I this rebel needs a cause

Or a better job to keep her busy. 

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I don't know if there is truly any point in fighting the power.

Power corrupts.

When one powerful idiot gets cut down, another takes his place.

It's like the villains out of Star Trek. 

Politicians are akin to the Borg.  The Borg are the ultimate example of sci-fi Communists. 

The worst thing about it all is....

well....

the power of suggestion did my job for me. 

I'm trying to fix the damage. 

I spent Sunday praying to Apollo. 

I spent Sunday night praying to Asclepius. 

Sigh.....

Last month.....angry about the sheer number of pit bulls killed in this city due to a nonsensical breed ban....

I put the intention out into the universe that those in power would live as long as those lives they condemn to death.

I met a young lady new to this city who had her pit bull killed by the city.  We really need to put signs up at the entrances to this city alerting travelers to our dog discrimination laws based on superstition and stupidity.

Truth be told, I was sad and angry for her.  Sad and angry are emotional states that can lead to one heck of a trance.  

I didn't light any black or purple candles. 

The head honcho came down with cancer.

So.....to try to fix it, 

I lit a 7 day yellow one in his honor.  

It stopped burning on it's own within just a few hours.  

I'll do it again this Sunday.  I'm using Frankincense given to me by someone from Saudi Arabia.  It's good stuff.  

I don't break that out for just anyone.  

I wish I had more important things to say.
  

I don't.

I'm just amused by some of the strange characters in the world.

I'm wondering if their antics will change the world at all.

My antics won't.

*****

I think I'll just meditate to my music tonight. 

It's hard. 

I see people doing the same crap....each and every day. 

They can be rescued....only to put themselves into the exact same situation the very next day. 

It's exhausting. 

Yeah...I have a little bit of guilt because I stopped advocating for someone who keeps putting himself at risk of homelessness.  

Maybe the universe is making me rethink who I help and why.  

I'll do more meditating. 

I don't have a lot of time on this plain of existence left.  I need my efforts to count for something.  

I hope you find whatever it is you were meant to do, too.  

Love ya, 

S.