Well Dang It All !!!

Just last week as I was gettin’ ready to snuggle down and watch “Smackdown” (featuring my favorite wrestler The Undertaker), the blinking bedroom T.V. goes fritz!! And I mean FITZ!!

I cannot sit up in my chair to watch T.V. right now because of my dagnabit Knee paining me, I’m suppose to have it elevated and fairly straight to rest it to give it as much healing as possible, so’s that’s got to mean I’ve got to sit up in bed and rest the knee.

So here I am---all nice an’ comfy, I’m watching The Undertaker come on down the ramp, smoke is swirling all around him, the Funeral music played on some sort of majestic pipe organ swelling and rumbling, the crowd going wild, Taker himself totally focused on the match looking like “Hell has come to your half-acre” ---ooohhhhh that gets me all tingly thinking about it (I ain’t dead yet Folks).

The Taker walks up the steps to the Ring, he raises his hands just so as the blue lights dim and brings up the white lights and everyone is yelling and then “Kablooey!!!!” the screen goes dark, nuthin’---deader than a run over raccoon. (and I’ve seen some dead raccoons).

I’m sitting there with my mouth frozen open---finally a croak comes out of my mouth--- “Hoooooonnnnnneeeeeyyyyyyyy” I whine-----My Hunka, Hunka Burnin’ Love comes into the room “You Whined?” he asks.

Well of course I whined I says, “the T.V. went Kablooey!” “Define Kablooey” Says he all straight faced----Now I’m thinking about getting my 9mm but I decides that since my knee is still given me hissy-fits I think better about that.

So I tell him how the picture just disappeared, poof! Faster than Copperfield made the Statue of Library disappear. So Hunka goes over to the T.V. and he hears faintly the sounds of the wrestling match. “HHHmmmmmmmmm” says he.

“Well” Says I.

“Sweet Cheeks, how long ago did we get this T.V.?” And I’m thinking “back in ’88. OOooohhhhh” the light bulb went on. “The picture Tube died, is that it?” “Yep” says he, “Time for a new T.V.!” He says with glee.

So I says to him “Ahhh, Honey Buns, where is the moola to pay for a new T.V.?”

“Weeellllllll, I’ve been saving money up from all those aluminum cans that we’ve been recycling (recycling is a good thing), and I’ve got about $400.00 (that’s a lot of cans) if we don’t go overboard”

“Well” says I, “there is no need to go overboard, we’re not into those 50 inch flat plasma screens anyway, so we can be frugal---as long as it works”

So the next day it’s high-ho off to Wally World, and we are looking at the TV’s and I do have to confess---those 50 inch flat plasma screen TV’s do suck you right into the picture, but we were strong, we stuck to our goals and found------- TA-DA! A 27 inch digital RCA T.V. for $248.00, closer to $275 with Tax, and we got a nice young feller’ to load it into the SUV (O.K. it uses a lot of gas, but I don’t want to be in those little tin cans---you get into an accident in one of those and it’s ‘good by Charlie’).

Now I’m thinking, with Hunka’s heart problem and my knee problem how are we going to get the T.V. into the house----well that problem solved itself thanks to Frank.

O.K. who is Frank? Frank is a little pug dog, looks like the Frank from the “Men in Black” movie and he’s the newest addition to our neighbors the Bertillini’s house hold, Frank is really their daughter’s pet, but Daddy Bertillini is walking the lovable mug, so he sees us and I says “Hey there Tony! Want a Beer?” “Yeah sure, ahhhh but what do I have to do for it?” (He ain’t dumb) “Help my Hunka move a T.V. into the house” “Sure” says he. (He’s easy; he’ll do anything for a beer)

So between the two of them with Tony doin’ the heavy work the T.V. is in and installed.

So I get the two a beer each and Frank has a spoonful (Warning: Do not give your dog no more than a spoonful of Beer----anything more causes painful headaches and Dogs don’t know any better)

Tony tells us the tale of his Woes with his X-Wife (and she’s a piece of work, ever since I caught her cheating on him ---3 times with 3 different men!!! I didn’t tell Tony at first ‘cause I didn’t want to ‘cause trouble, but when he caught her himself with man # 4, I informed him it wasn’t the first time, of course I explained to him why I held off telling him and he understood---so I offered to be a witness for him when he filed for divorce, and because 2 of the guys she was with were drug users is the reason why she can only have supervised visits with the kids---and a very limited spouse support for only 2 years).

Thank Gawd he’s got a good lawyer, who knows how to twist her nose, seems she’s complaining that she wants more support, but the lawyer can prove that she is earning more than enough to pay for her needs, and has requested a court ordered drug test, which she refused to take, so the judge says that if she is earning enough according to the proof provided, her request is denied and that she still has to take the drug test.

So now the ex is laying low.

So with the beer gone, the tale of woe told, and Frank all nice and cuddly in my lap, it’s time for Tony and Frank the dog to leave and go home and have supper, Tony’s Mom is one mean cook, she’d make Rachel Ray’s head spin.

My Man and I go into the house, and we stretch out on the bed and watch “Cops” on our new T.V. Dang but the picture quality is good as I yell “Loose the hounds!!!” when the cops go after a bad guy.

My Man just looks at me, sighs and says “You are blood-thirsty tonight, Sweet Cheeks.”

“Well Dang”, says I, “I missed seeing The Undertaker last night and you know that always puts me in a bad mood” I tell him as my attention goes back to the T.V. program----“Loose the hounds!!!” I yell again.

Ahhhhh life is somewhat back to normal in Mean Kitty’s house.

Just a worrisome thought~~~~

Well Folks

I have to say this is not a rant, it's a worry and I just don't know who to tell it to, so's I'm going to put it out here and then let GAWD take care of it.

Me and my Hunka-Hunka-Burnin' Love went to his doctor's today, now this doctor specializes in pacemakers---they got a name for what they do but I can't spell it.

Anyway, they are checking on how Hunka's pacemaker battery is working, and so far O.K. except they noticed that the 3rd wire (he has a Dick Cheney Supermodel it has 3 wires instead of 2) is putting out a little more effort and doing a bit more of a drain on the battery.

Now this is not to worry because they are keeping and eye on this----but the Doc says, that Hunka is going to need a chest X-Ray to see if this 3rd wire has "moved" and if so they will need to go in and run another wire into that part of his heart that is not working (that's why there's a 3rd wire to stimulate the part of his heart that doesn't work).

By doing that it will improve the "performance" and less drain on the battery.

Now we don't know if it's going to require an operation as yet, but the Doc wants us back in 3 months and before we come in we have to do a chest X-Ray. This way the Doc can look at it and then tell us what we are looking at.

Now the Doc doesn't see too worried, I guess it's something they've seen often enough to know what to do. He did say that there were several solutions to this problem, so there are options.

But****sigh**** it's a worry.

Hunka seems fine, no sudden weakness, no palapatations, no chest pains, no difficulty breathing, none of those systems that showed he had a heart problem. So the way I see it since the Doc is on top of it, he's making sure that Hunka will not have a problem.

I think if Hunka will lose a little weight that might take care of it, he's into this walking program and so far no problems, but the Doc wants to be sure. I think Doc wants to see if Hunka loses some weight that maybe that might take care of part of it, that's why the 3 months.

But****sigh**** it's still a worry.

Ya see the sad fact of it is that Hunka is worth more to me alive than dead, but I'm worth more dead than alive (it's finances and insurance)---itsn't that a sad state of affairs.

So I'm putting this out to GAWD and to all you Good Folks----I know that those of you who read my blog---whether to get pissed or just have a laugh---will know what I mean----Say prayers for my Man, 'cause he's got to outlive me.

And I know prayers work.

I thank you in advance.

Ya Like the Picture??

Hi Folks,

A Friend of mine sent me that little ol' picture that I have posted at the top. Told me that some people want to know what ol' Mean Kitty looks like.

Hmmmm I kinda like it. Strutting down the street, with a "take no prisoners" attitude.

(just whistle that opening theme from "The Good, The Bad and The Ugly")

Anyway, I've had a lot of people tell me that when they see me at first they think "ahhh she's just a pussycat"----and then "dum, de, dum, de dum dum dum dum" They say I even squint like Clint Eastwood---well that's because I'm near sighted I have to squint.

My Hunka, Hunka Burnin' love wants to join up with a Cowboy action shooting group, I told him go ahead, hell we've got enough guns for it. I've been to several of their "Shoots" and I like the competition and the fact that they dress like the old west, men and women. A number of them are involved in Gunfight old west Re-enactors that talk about the old west and gun safety.

There's one old boy he's got this Australian cattle dog, rescued it from a freeway, out in the middle of no where, dog hadn't eaten in days the man told me and was just about pegged out, he comes along with his Missus, sees the dog on the side of the road trying to get to somewhere.
So he pulls up, the dog sees him but doesn't know what to do, so the Missus comes out with a bit of hot dog and says come on baby Mama will take care of you.

Well hunger and thirst will overcome caution and the dog came to them so they put him into their camper and while the man drove she gave some water and a little bit of food to the dog so it wouldn't get sick, then the poor thing fell asleep. So when they got home they gave it a little more water and food and let the poor thing fall asleep again in their living room while they watched T.V. They gave him a few days to recover then took the dog to their old vet.

The vet said that the Dog was in good shape but had been starved, and foot sore, So with a good flea and tick bath, vitamins, medicine for the paws, good food and good lovin' the dog recovered and is very devoted to the couple, had the dog now for two years and they won't go no where with out the dog.

"Had to change some of our routines on account of the dog and hot days" They do their shopping in the evening during the hot weather, or one of them goes into the store and the other stays with the dog, some of the places they go to will allow them to bring the dog in. When it's winter or rainy there's no problem.

And with their trailer they don't have to worry about where to stay for "Shoots" or traveling.

I asked them what's the dogs' name "Freeway" they said---well that's as good as any. They have no idea how that dog got there, but they've never regretted rescuing him. They got him use to the shoots and noises, and make him comfortable when they are competing----set up their gun cart, with shade and a comfortable rug for the dog to lie down on. Dog knows the drill.

So Hunka, Hunka is going to join a local group since we are already members of SASS (Signle Action Shooting Society) and I'll be his cheerleader. I can shoot but with this bum knee I can't compete very well.

Oh well can't do everything.

Anyway don't you think that's a cute picture---Dang if it doesn't look like me---or at least my attitude.

Mean Kitty signing off---going to watch a Clint Eastwood movie.

Elevators, and sunshine and birdies

O.K. Folks,

Elevator update, Thank GOD (and Charlton Heston) the elevator people got it fixed!!!!

I was the first to use it, and rejoiced when it took me to the second floor. And a lot of people who are in wheelchairs are rejoicing too.

So I've been busy (as fast as my bum knee will allow) to get the rest of my work cleared away.

The sun is shining and I'm having fun watching the birds be very busy, I've noticed butterflys, and am hearing the humming birds with the funny little squeeky sounds.

On a nice Saturday or Sunday afternoon life feels good. I just wish I didn't have to sit around doing bills and housework, but life has a way of sometimes taking all the fun out of things.

But while I have a few minutes I'm going to enjoy it.

And by the way---I'm serious about having Charlton Heston being put up for Sainthood---St. Charlton protector of gun rights, moving mountains, and the inalienable rights of the common person.

Mean Kitty signing off doing grocery shopping.

"Greenies", Wally World, the house hold budget and Charlton Heston

Well Folks,

It’s been a little while, and I don’t know what to complain or rant about.

My knee is slowly getting better but I’m just sick and tired of being sick and tired, the dang thing is slowing me down and now I’ve come down with a cold and I don’t need that.

I’ve been going over the house hold budget and it don’t look too good, what with utilities going up, gas prices and food prices going up, it’s getting harder and harder to just live.

And now Medi-care is saying that old folks are going to have to pay more in their co-payments for prescriptions. What is wrong with this picture??

And my Hunka, Hunka Burnin’ Love sometimes just doesn’t see the prices. Like last week we went to Wally World (wal-mart to some) to see about getting a converter box for the T.V. (cause Digital is coming in Feb of 09) Well at first that converter box don’t work, but does my Hunka take it back ---no---he thinks we need an antenna---Dang thing costs at Wally World $30.00.

O.K. so we put it on and it doesn’t work, so Hunka goes back to the directions (when all else fails read the directions) on the converter box---now it works---only problem we cannot record on the VCR ***sigh***

So we are now stuck with an antenna we don’t need, so Hunak says to me “well we’ll sell it at the yard sale” Hold IT!!! We pay 30 bucks for an antenna that we don’t need and he says sell it at our yard sale we’re we’ll be lucky to get 5 bucks!!!??? So I says to him, “we will spend 2.00 on gas and take it back to Wally World where I’ll get full credit plus any tax that’s owed on it.”

But Hunka says to me “Why??” and I says “It cost us 30 bucks to find out we didn’t need it!!!!”-----“oh” he says---then I calm down a bit and asks him “Didn’t you read the price sticker on it?----“no”----DUH!!!!

Of course any place else would have been $50 bucks, but 30 or 50 I’m getting full credit for it.

So’s I sits him down and says to him “Sweets, we need to do a really serious talk about our budget finances---and it ain’t pretty.”

Now he gets the picture, frame and all, so he says to me---“As much as you don’t like Wally World, it looks like we are going to be forced to shop there for a lot of stuff.” And he was right, I told him we’ll take a shopping list of things we usually get with the prices that we usually pay for and compare it to Wally World, and if there is a big savings we’ll get our staple supplies from them.

And that is what our economy is doing to us, I can buy for $8.00 the same blouse at Wally World that would cost $15.00 at Mervyns and it fits just as well.

So what is wrong with this picture??? Now we have no choice, we have to go where we can get the same goods for less, no wonder small businesses are going out of business, no wonder larger corporations are floundering, no wonder retailers are worried, no wonder people are put out of work.

So what is the solution, we have resources and oil here in the U.S. of A. but the “Greenies” won’t let us develop it, we’ve given our jobs to other countries, we sell our food to other countries, we send our expensive medicines to other countries that sell it cheaper than we do.

And we’ve undermined the US Dollar, because we’ve become a credit nation. People are losing their homes, rents have increased by 14% and the profit makers have this nation by the collective “balls” and they are twisting it.

And is Clinton or Obama talking about what it will take to improve our economy and bring jobs back here, lower the costs of our prescription premiums, hold pharmaceutical companies accountable, get the Greenies off our backs so we can use our oil and lower prices??? HELL NO!!!

All they do is snipe at each other, “I’m better than you are, nyaaa, nyaaa” Get real people, talk about real issues, forget about the war for now and focus on home and the real issues, the war will sort its self out. We all know we are going to be stuck there for the next 5 years at least, so focus on improving our home land and getting us strong again.

And stay awake on China, and other countries that will do an economic invasion to destroy our economic strength, and go ahead and declare that Islamic extremists are terrorists to all free nations and that Islam as a religion should be looked at with extreme care as a cult, a very dangerous cult.

WAKE UP PEOPLE!!!! WAKE UP!!!! YOU ARE GIVING OUR NATION AWAY AND ENSLAVING US!!!

PUT CHARLTON HESTON UP FOR SAINTHOOD----LET MY PEOPLE GO!!!

FREE THEM FROM THE TERROISTS OF “GREENIES”, PC BYCLISTS, AND PETA!!!

AND GET OUR NATION STRONG AGAIN AND NOT WEAK LIKE BRITIAN WITH EVERYONE BEING SO DAMN P.C.

WHERE IS CHARLTON HESTON TO LEAD US OUT OF THIS SLAVERY???!!!


Mean Kitty signing off, sputtering, coughing, sneezing and with an ache in her knee.

Feeling older than dirt~~~

Man, there is nothing like an injury to make you feel older than dirt. I mean OLDER THAN DIRT!!!

Last Sunday just to be accomadating to my brother Bubba, I move 12 trunks of stuff that I inherited plus some furniture that was stored in his basement---(I wasn't left stocks, bonds, jewerly or money, I was left stuff!) so I had I been doing over the years is going through the stuff and selling off what I didn't want.

Well Bubba comes and asks me nicely "Hey Sis' I gotta problem, I have to do some serious foundation work, replace the water and gas pipes and fix the floor heater---had to refinace to do this, but before I have the workmen come in to do the work I've got to have you move your stuff, as I'm worried it may get damaged or worse destroyed and I know that would make you unhappy and I don't want you unhappy."

He's got that right, so we make arrangements to move the stuff into my shed as I finally have some room... oh was that a job and a half, we all came out aching, needing asprine and a hot soak.

OOO but my body decides to do something even worse, my left knee is aching something fierce, I mean I can't move it, stand on it, bend it, straighten it, like can't do nothing---so I go to the Doc's and that sawbones says "Well you messed up the muscles and tendons around that knee, good thing there's no water on the knee or I'd have to drain it, no fun. You just take these pain pills, put cold and heat on the knee, try and strech the tendons, and you'll be fine in 6 weeks."

6 WEEKS!!! Is he nuts???!!! I gotta work!!! I can't take no 6 weeks off like those fancy, schmancy football/baseball/basketball players---I gotta work!!! And those pain pills aren't worth a darn, just make me sleepy, so I take extra strength tydonol during the day and the pain pill at night.

My hunka, hunka burnin' love helps me get showered, dressed and undressed for work and helps me up and down the stairs and into the car. Thank God at work they are understanding and help out---then disaster---we have a power outtage then after two minutes the power comes on, then goes out again, then after a minute comes on again, but what happens is the power surge burns out the motor on the elevator at work and I have no way of going up stairs to do some assignments or even getting to the staff room for Lunch!!!

And these elevator idiots have to order the motor to be replaced and it's been a week! No Way was I going to climb a full flight of stairs---I'm having a hard enough time dealing with the stairs at my house. So our janitor (he's a nice guy) he's got a spare small microwave, and brings it to work, it's not to hard for me to go to his work office, so I heat my lunch and coffee there (with his permission) and even he is cussing out the elevator idiots for taking their sweet time.

But I notice that with each day, the pain is becoming more locolized and maybe I might be able to walk better by the end of next week and maybe by then the elevator is working as well---I hope.

But Dang!! This pain does make me feel older than dirt!

A Ghostly Voice from the Past

O.K. Folks,

This blog is about something so strange even I have to say it's ghostly. I read in the newspaper (the new york Times) about this recording that was done in France in 1860 that pre-dates Edison's tin-foil experiment of recording "Mary had a little Lamb".

Seems this Frenchman names Scott, was a tinkerer and Librarian and he was coming up with a way to write down what the human voice was saying, but this was so it would be deciphered by some new means in the future, Scott was not thinking of an audio recording but a type of writing form in which people did not have to write their words down, just speak into a tube and it would be written down by a machine and then scientists in the future would find a way to translate the waves into the written word.

Little did he know, so he used a roll of heavy duty paper and black soot put it on a small hand cranked drum placed a fine needle point on it that was attached to a speaking tube and then it was cranked while someone either spoke, sang or played an instrument into the tube.

The result was wavy lines that recorded the voice, much like the up and down grooves on a record. This Scientist---whose name I forget----is an audiophile researcher, he had heard about Scott's experiment and have come across several of these lampblack soot recordings, several done in 1857 and 1858 were of people talking and someone playing a guitar, but they were not very clear, all there was pops and hiss.

Now how did this Scientist convert these recordings? Well he created a virtual "needle", using light (much like how the sound is transfered to movie film), separated the sound (using computers) into 16 tracks to separate the hiss and pops, allowed for the unevenness of the hand cranking and did find something. So this was promising.

But he needed to find a really clear lampblack recording, he found out that Scott had left one with a diagram of his invention at this institute for mechanical science in France, and the recording was a gem.

He was able to reproduce a voice of a young girl, possibly Scott's daughter, singing an old french folk song called "Au Clair du lune" and the line is about seeing Peirrot by moonlight.

If you go to the New York Times Website for March 28, 2008 they will have attached two recordings---one from 1931 (very clear) of a opera singer singing this song (listen to this one first) that will give you an idea of how it is suppose to sound. The second is Scott's recording it runs for 10 seconds and it is ghostly, it is the tune, but there is something so eerie about it.

I had to play it several times just to feel comfortable about it, the voice of a young girl singing an old french folk tune from almost a hundred and fifty years ago before Edison developed the phonograph. And preserved on a flimsy piece of paper with easily smuggable soot, how quick it could be to wipe away something like that with one careless swoop.

It made me think of those ghost hunters EVP's (electronic voice phenomena), but this is real from a girl long dead and now just reaching out to us across the expanse of time.

Well the scientist presented this finding to about 150 scientists and audio researchers and was greeted with resounding applause, I don't know if it was for the fact that the recording was recoverable and the scientists techniques worked, if it was for Scott or for his long dead daughter's performance---maybe all three.

Oh and don't worry about Edison's place in history, his is still solid, because he was looking for recording sound, not writing sound, but when I looked at the picture of the recording it looks much like how we "read" sound now, so they were both on the same track this just pushes it back further.

Another thing I was thinking about is that some writer is going to write a suspense story (a la Da Vinci Code) using this re-discovered science. I'm looking forward to that.

A suggestion and a link

Hey Folks,

I have a friend---I think she's sweet in her own way---I've mentioned her before, my friend "The fabulous Diva" she has her own blog site "ladivalocafabulous".

But she had some really good advise on her blog and I think you folks should check it out---now I know she sounds pretencious, but she really does sound that way, until you get her into a talk about investing and stocks and business, and boy does that all fall away.

She can hold her own with any man---and she knows more about this stuff than I do. If I had the money to invest I'd go to her for advise.

So for all you young folks out there and all you gals that plan on being real Diva's check out her web site---I have it on the "my links" part of my blog.

And that is my recommendation to ya.

It's the WATER---that fish swim in---bleah!

Well Folks,

There is so much for me to rant about I just don’t know where to begin.

And if I cram it into one long blog I think each subject is going to get lost.

So This one is going to be on chemicals in the water. Please check below for my other 3 blogs that I have posted today---yep! I’ve been busy.

O.K a couple of weeks ago it was reported that all kinds of medical chemicals is in our San Francisco/Alameda County drinking water----excuse me but who has been pissin’ in our water supply!!

It is my understanding that we get our water from Hetch Hetchy all that wonderful pure mountain snow----I guess all those chemicals that the deer and the antelope and bears and mountain lions have been getting and pissin’ into the snow is finally getting to us.

Well it seems that they got part of that story all mixed up, it seems that some areas recycle their water from waste water---but not in the Bay Area where we get ‘pure’ mountain snow. Places like Los Angeles, and San Diego and New York and such---no WONDER the people are nuts there!!!

And forget bottled water folks---that stuff is straight from the tap, they can claim pure spring water if 1 thousandth of a part of the water you get has a drop of pure spring water.

So Arrowhead, Alhambra, Perrier, Dasani, and the other designer waters is just plain tap water right from the lead (or copper pipes) Have you ever tasted Los Angeles water? It’s awful, and now I know why. People are pissing their chemical laced urine into the john, it gets flushed and goes to a holding waste water tank far, far away where it gets filtered, treated, “purified” and other stuff and it tastes like crap!!!

Of course a lot of people don’t know what to do with the expired pills and such that they have left over so it’s easy to dump it down the toilet.

But at least our water source is from ‘pure mountain snow’ where deer and antelope and bears and mountain lions can piss in it.

If there is one thing I WISH T.V. and News reporters do is to at least get the story RIGHT!! Because the next news day they had to come up with a report saying that our Bay Area water is the Best in California. Well I hope So!!! After all, that water originally came from evaporation of the ocean water, fell as snow and rain into the mountains where even all those wild animals pissed in it, it was filtered through the natural granite rock surfaces and in the Dam, and then it tumbles down the dam and into various holding areas and through pipes and filtration systems into the rivers where people swim, do water sports, pan for gold, fish---hey fish swim in the stuff, and then to some lakes, and then through more pipes and more holding areas into the covered areas (so no one can piss in it) to be filtered, treated and sent to our homes to drink.

But I tell you compared to Los Angeles water it tastes good and if you have a charcoal Brita water filter system you can filter it further from any impurities in your house hold water pipes, chill it and it can taste good. I even go one step further when our neighbors lemon tree is producing lemons and squeeze a little lemon juice in it or float thin lemon slices in it for extra freshness. And on a hot day it’s pretty good.

Now they’ve come up with a new marketing idea, Flavored water that has 25 calories, ahhh isn’t that putting sugar in the water??? And isn’t sugar another type of chemical?? I mean why buy flavored water that puts a strain on your body’s natural filtration system. You are suppose to be drinking natural (yeah right) water to filter your body. So what is wrong with this picture???

I tell you people in their search for “green living” go nuts!!

No wonder W.C. Fields was always drunk and never drank water. He use to say “I never drink water, fish fornicate in it.”

It’s enough to give a person body shudders just thinking about it. brrrrrr.

Ya Don't own the whole damn Road!

Well Folks

This is in a way a sad story, but I am also mad as well.

The sad part is that a sheriff’s deputy fell asleep at the wheel and veered into a bunch of cyclists coming up a curving hillside road, and two were killed and one was injured.

No one likes to hear about that and I am sad for the people and their families who were killed and injured.

Now with that out of the way----WHY were those idiots Training, yes Training Folks, on a public road???!!! And one with blind curves at that!!

I’ve been on that road several times and the area where those bicyclists were killed is a blind spot, you don’t even have to be falling asleep at the wheel to nearly hit somebody. It’s dangerous to have bicyclists on that road anyway.

And they were in Training??? FOR WHAT!!!! Just to win some gold medals that is just gold plated??? That is nonsense!!

Do you know why bicycles were invented---as a means of self propelled transportation for people who cannot afford a horse, or take a coach or horse drawn trolley in the city. It was also a means for store owners to have young people deliver groceries or medicine or special delivery letters, newspapers or telegrams to people without the extra added expense of the cost of a horse and wagon.

I even remember the ice cream man had a special bicycle that had one wheel in the back and two wheels in the front and a special heavy duty box to hold the dry ice and the ice cream bars and fudgesicles and Popsicles that way the man didn’t have to worry about balancing himself, and he had a lever that could engage and dis-engage the bells that tinkled and sent us kids rushing out of the houses on a hot summer day.

Police officers use to use them to patrol large areas, that couldn’t be covered by walking, and they didn’t have enough patrol cars or the roads were too narrow for a car.

And you certainly didn’t have to be in training for that!!! You got plenty of training just bicycling around.

Then as time and a half went by cops used the car more often, but now the bike patrols are back which is fine.

But what gets me is the Damn bicyclists, they act like they own the whole damn road---Hey guys and gals YA DON’T---GET THAT THROUGH YOUR BIKE HELMIT HEAD YA DON’T OWN THE WHOLE DAMN ROAD!!!!

You are a motor vehicle, without a lot of protection, granted your means of propelling yourself is your two legs BUT you are still classified as a motor vehicle and you have to follow the vehicular laws----Which you IDIOTS DON”T!!!!!

So why do you TRAIN on a public Road???? That does not make sense, but then anything a bicyclist does or a “greenie” does never makes sense---I guess it’s all that ‘healthy organic veggan” eating that they do. It makes them STUPID!!!!

I don’t know about the sheriffs deputy but I think his career is over and he is going to have to live with his mistake----Now THAT is the guy I really feel sorry for.

Mean Kitty grumbling at stupid Veggans signing off.

Puppies, Help Animal shelters

Ya know Folks, When Perata is gone, who am I going to kick around----certainly not Beaucephus the dog, she’s too sweet and stupid and loving.

O.K. here’s one that gets me---people “hoarding animals” right now at Marin Animal shelter they have taken in a number of small dogs (and they are cute too) that an elderly couple in Texas where “hoarding”.

Now as I understand it---this elderly couple would find these dogs and instead of taking them to their local shelter would take care of them, themselves. Well that’s understandable----BUT they didn’t get them fixed and we all know what dogs and kitties do when they are not fixed---ya get more puppies. About 800 of them to be exact.

Now the upside is that all the dogs were in reasonable good health but a bit more care was needed to bring them up to full health. They were not starved or anything like that and they were lovingly taken care of as well as the elderly couple could take care of them----BUT---well it was a good thing someone found out and took measures.

So now the Marin Shelter people are working to making the dogs healthy and ready for adoption but they need donations and volunteers. So folks if you got a little extra change, or the time to help out, or the time to love and devote yourself to these little guys, check out the Marin Animal Shelter.

As a matter of fact check out your local Animal Shelter and help them out as well. We can’t save the entire world, but we can save and help a small piece of it.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!

Well guess what Folks,

I just celebrated my 61st birthday---yep I survived 61 years of living!!!

So what did I do, you may ask. Well I just played it mellow. At work my friends gave me cards, we had a little cake and laughs, my Hunka, Hunka Burnin’ Love gave me flowers (pink roses) some candy ( I just love the milk chocolate Hershey’s symphony bars) and a beautiful card---he’s got other plans for me as well but it’s going to be spread over the year.

I was looking up and down my block and I was suddenly taken in by the yearly beauty of it all. It seems that my block has these trees that in the early spring blooms with these white flowers, then they leaf out later developing berries which are no problem to wash off or sweep away, and then they lose their leaves in the winter----but around my birthday I get this big splash of white flowers just making my block look so beautiful. Make me feel good.

When over to my brother’s Bubba’s house, for a bit of desert, my niece was also celebrating her birthday she’s way younger than me. So I gave her a card and so spending money.

I even wrote a note in the card---it said---

“Dear Niece,

Every year when I give you a card I include a long winded speech in it with all kinds of advice, but this year it’s going to be short.

My advise as you are now a young lady is this---Respect your Parents, your Aunts and Uncles (even if a couple of them are nuts) and especially your Grandparents (even if you think they are weird) as you get older you will appreciate them and what you learn from them and their lives that they have lived.

In regards to your brothers and your cousins, well I will leave that up to you.

With everyone else---TAKE NO PRISONERS!!!!”

My niece laughed and smiled at that----I do wish you could have seen the look on my brother’s face, it was “Oh boy are we in for trouble” type look. I just love doing that.

Like I love watching the show “COPS” if they have a police dog I always yell “Loose the hounds!!!” Heck I’m always on the dogs’ side. My brother knows I’m weird. Good thing he loves me.

I know that this year, things are going to be a bit slow and more home focused, I do not think we will be taking any trips---except maybe to the county fair. Well we had so much fun last year, but this year is the year to pay the piper and get the cash flow going in a good way.

We shall see what we shall see, after all I am starting on my 62nd year of living.

Mean Kitty signing off and relaxing.

I'm Back!!!

Well Folks Did Ya miss me???

Maybe not, but who's counting.

O.K. I haven't been blogging because I've been trying to take care of business, such as taxes---and boy this time they are fast with the refund!!! And just in time too, because I've got to pay the property taxes, the tax man taketh, giveth and taketh again.

I am so glad that the primary is over, but I am soooo bored with the T.V. news guys constantly talking about clinton and obama, Frankly I could care less.

If Obama gets in he'll get eaten alive and Clinton is useless, if she wanted that health care program for everyone she would have pushed her husband to do it when he was in office. I mean they Had 8 YEARS to do something besides covering up his infidelities, and hiding the fact that terrorists were planning to bomb the U.S. of A. from the Republicans when they got into office.

Huckabee I knew would bow out, just too much controversy, but McCain---I still can't trust an ex-Navy Flyer who crashed his plane making a landing on an aircraft carrier, talk about a mistake.

And now Ralphie Nader is in the works----It's a Crap shoot.

Frankly I'm going to watch DVD's and avoid the news or at least mute it when it's about the polotics.

And now even the State of California is screwed up---and cutting moneys from very needed programs like medi-cal and education----Escuse me!!! But why cut it from needed programs, why not cut the salaries of our ineffective politicians, have them drive tiny honda's instead of those fancy Dodge Chargers with 22 inch rims like old Donnie Perata---that's where the money is being mis-spent.

O.K. I know he's driving a Crown Vic now, but frankly he needs to be squeezed into a honda.

So now they are going to cut the sports programs from the schools in our town, and everyone is protesting----Hey wait a minute, they didn't protest this much when they cut the music, theatre, dance, and art programs---but just touch football and they are screaming all over the place.

Says one student- "Duh, un well I need it like for a scholarship or something" Or SOMETHING???? How about getting down and cracking the books and improving your speech and diction and talking the English. Playing football does not make a doctor, a fireman or a lawyer, cracking the books and being in a good excerise program does.

This comes from all those pork barrell polotics (o.k. I can't spell that word) that has been wasting our money---there is no one really looking into all these bills that are being passed, because anyone can piggy back a pork barrell onto a bill and it is blindly passed it's called "you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours" THAT is why we are in this situation.

And the cost of gasoline well don't get me going there----frankly we have access with a very friendly country to get tons and barrells and barrells of oil, but we don't.

Why? Do you ask. Well it's simple---the country we can get it from is ----CANADA!!!

But we don't because Canada's crude has sulfer in it---and most of our refineries do not have the heavy cores to process the Canada crude---only two of them here in the U.S. of A. can handle both the Canada crude as well as the Saudi oil, one of them is called Frontier Oil forgot the name of the other.

But Frontier preferrs Canada crude---why you ask? Simple Frontier Oil can buy Canada crude for 40 dollars a barrel refine it and still make a 30% profit.

But our other refineries prefer what they call "sweet crude" from Saudi Arabia, Kuawit, Mexico and Venezuala (sp) because it has less sulfer, so our other refineries do not have the heavy cores to process Canadian crude and if they did our gas prices would be only $2.00 a gallon at the very most.

And the Enviormental defectives will NOT allow our refineries to re-tool to handle CAnadian crude---SO WHO BESIDES THE SAUDI'S ARE JACKING UP OUR GAS PRICES!!!!

It doesn't take much thought on that.

So me and my Hunka, Hunka Burnin' love plan our auto trips carefully, we stay home a lot and use the internet to keep connected to our love ones---because telephone calls are getting expensive and even stamps are going up by another penny in May----I didn't know glue was getting so expensive.

And now here's something for all you folks in Vallejo---your fire stations are closing down---at least 3 of them have closed---pray for a miracle that your house doesn't get on fire, or someone doesn't have a heart attack or anything in which time is of the essence. And it's all because they don't know how to budget.

Me---I'm buying more fire extingueshers(sp) and mounting hoses on all my outside spigots---the only one who can save you---is you!!

Right now my Man is watching a horror program---PBS is doing a program on the music from the 1960's---and I have to say that all those clothes we wore (I didn't wear that stuff even then I thought they were ugly back then) well like I said they were ugly back then and they are even worse now, I just can't watch it. Although the music wasn't too bad. But then "I'm a little bit country" and he's "a little bit rock and roll"

Well I'm going to bed and listen to "Coast to Coast" hosted by George Noory, I think it's ghost to ghost night---so I'll get to hear other types of spooky stories----ooooooo.

Nity-Night all. and don't forget to re-set your clocks Saturday night, remember it's Spring Forward, Fall back.

A Furry Love Story~~~~

Well Folks I think today we need a “Love Story” (o.k. break out the music from that movie).

My brother Bubba has a little Lover. It is a soft, brown eyed, brown furred with bushy tail squirrel ---- Yep! A Squirrel.

You have to see it to believe it. I’m over at his house the other day (it was nice a sunny day for a change), because he wanted me to get some stuff of mine out of his basement since he needs to have some serious foundation work done.

Well his request was reasonable. So I’m getting the things out of the basement, and I need to take a break, the dust was making me cough, so I go upstairs to go to the kitchen and get a drink of water then I come out onto the back porch and talk with my sister-in-law (Mrs. Petite Bubba---trust me folks she is tiny) and we’re talking and then I see out of the corner of my eye a movement.

Now not more than an arms length away is a fat squirrel!! I mean close, usually around here they tend to stay further away, but this one was giving me the “glad-eye” and I said to Mrs. Bubba “do you see what I see?” and she says “yes” and then calls out to my brother “Hey Bubba, your Lover is here”.

Lover? LOVER??? What is going on? Well I never saw my brother move so fast in his life and he weighs over 300 pounds (hence the name Bubba) and he’s built like a Biker but with bad ankles and knees. And he says to me “ ‘cuse me I’ve got a date”----A DATE??!! With a Squirrel???!!!!

Now who’s squirrelly?

So he walks out on to the porch and I hear him say in a real loving, soft voice “Hi sweetheart. How ya doing? I’ve got walnuts for you. Now let me put them out.” And he puts out two walnuts, and the squirrel picks up one tastes it for flavor and then quickly scampers off with it.

So I ask “What’s going on?” And he tells me “She takes two of them and hides them and then she comes back and we share the last two, watch.” And sure enough, she comes back and takes the second one and does the same thing. And then she comes back in a bit and he breaks the last two and very carefully picks out the tiny walnut meat out of the shell with his big hands and the squirrel is looking on looking up at him and all excited but waiting nicely and he says “Now just wait a minute Sweetheart, I’ve got to get it all out” and he makes a nice little pile of the walnut meat (the edible part of the walnut) and she takes a piece and nibbles it a little bit and then stops and looks at him as if saying “Aren’t you going to have some?” and he takes a little piece and nibbles it as well.

Now she is sitting there as pretty as a picture nibbling on the walnuts and he’s just crooning to her with soft endearments. So I ask my sister-in-law “How long has this been going on?” and she says “Over two summers, she’s not afraid of the cats, but she stays clear of the Rabbit” so I ask my brother “How do you know it’s a ‘she’?” and he said “Well it took a while and some careful observation but we know she is a she---ain’t that right sweetheart (this said to the squirrel)”

Now he says to me that he could have her eat out of his hand but he’d prefer that she not do that, “I don’t want her to get too familiar with being with humans; it gives her a measure of caution.” And my sister-in-law said to me “I let Bubba feed her, that way she’ll come to him but will still be cautious around anyone else. Even when he was sick with a cold he’d still come out and feed her all wrapped up in his bath robe and blanket. You should have seen him when it was raining, he fixed the outside porch roof so that she would have shelter from the rain and they could still share the walnuts.”

I thought Mrs. Bubba would be a bit jealous about Bubba fussing over a squirrel but she was just smiling. Then I remembered that she would feed the birds and had one in particular that would eat out of her hand.

Now the squirrel is sitting there with her tail just beautifully curled over her head and I swear she’s flirting with him so I say “Is she flirting with you?” and he grins and says “Yep.” And then the squirrel does a big stretch towards him after she’s eaten her nuts and she is so close to him she could touch his hand with her nose if she wanted to and again I’m thinking she’s flirting with him.

So he talks to her a little longer and then says to her “Well sweetheart I have to go, I’ll see you tomorrow.” And the little thing scampers off.

He says he doesn’t know how long it will continue, “She is getting close to 3 years old now, but she looks healthy, so far.” But during the time that the squirrel is there he’s got the biggest smile on his face.

I turned to my sister-in-law and said “When he was 5 years old he use to chase them, now he romances them.” She and I laughed. They told me they fixed up a box with old towels and she’d use it during the winter months and she prefers to hang around their back yard, “She’s really neat, I thought I’d have to clean out her box, but it was really clean”

I wish I had a camera to take a picture of it. Squirrel Love---it’s a beautiful thing.

And that’s the LOVE STORY for your Valentine’s Day.

(O.K. Folks, now everybody go AAAAWWWWWWWWW)

Dirty Harry---I miss that Guy~~~

Hey Folks,

Just a stray thought before I crash out and try and get some sleep (If my Hunka, Hunka Burnin' Love will let me).

I miss those Dirty Harry Movies---You know where Dirty Harry gives it to those "dirt Bags" even if it's not politically correct.

There is some sort of internal satisfaction about those movies, that maybe there is some sort of Justice out there.

Of course Clint Eastwood is almost 80 now and I certainly can't ask a man his age to risk his body in doing a heavy action film, but if someone would just do something like that---and please no Will Smith, I like the guy as an actor, but I can't go and see him on the big screen----everytime I wanted to see him in the "Men in Black" movies (which I thought were really funny) the theatre would be so crowded and noisy I couldn't hear the movie, twice I had to talk to the manager and ask for refunds. (and I won't say who was crowding the theatres---but it's like they never been to a theatre before and all that tossing of buttered popcorn---I cannot afford to get butter grease on my clothes---it doesn't come out)

But a really good Dirty Harry type movie---***sigh*** as my Granny would say "If wishes were horses, Beggars would ride"

Well I'm going to Bed, Nity-Night all.

The Good and the Bad and the really Stupid~~~

You know Folks,

I really shouldn't write and post a Blog when it's late at night and I'm tired from a Hard Days' Work. Which is more than what Perata does.

But I'm going to do it anyway---I talked to a Buddy of mine that went to the Gun By-Back Program over in Oakland on 85th street at it was at a church. (And God Bless the Churches)

Sheeesh! My Buddy (who looks like Chuck Norris gone to seed) said he couldn't even get near the place there were so many people there----he couldn't even find a parking place, so he pulls up at a corner near the church and talks to some sharp looking guys and asks "Say, Wassup?"

And they showed him the junker guns that they are going to turn in---pieces of K*&% (sorry folks I do have to keep it clean for the kiddies out there) So he says "Hey where's your good pieces?" and they say at home locked up.

But ---are you ready for this Folks?---- They ran out of money to give to the people and instead had to give them vouchers, you just drive up hand the junker gun through your car window and they give you a voucher---The big Question that my Buddy says and so did the sharp looking guys ask---When will they honor the vouchers---because it is everyone's understanding that the money for this program has been all used up!!!

So my Buddy is going to use his gun--which is pretty decent---for part of a trade in at one of the few remaining Sporting Goods stores--for a better piece. The guys with the junkers didn't want vouchers (of course the language they used to discribe their displeasure was more verbally grafic) so they decided to hold on to the junkers for the next buy back program and they plan to get there early.

One of them told my Buddy that he saw one guy get some money and had already gone to a "crack house" to buy some stuff to sell on the street. This program is giving drug dealers money to buy and sell narcotics on the street and the cops are having their time wasted on a program that doesn't work.

So does this program make any sense Folks?? Of course not---and it's our tax dollars that good ol' boy Don Perata is wasting.

And---are you ready for This???---all I can say is be afraid, be very afraid----Don Perata---Mr. Mid-Life Crisis himself --is thinking of running for Mayor of Oakland, CA.

If you thought Former Govenor "Moonbeam" Jerry Brown did Oakland a world of good (Yeah Right) Perata will certainly send Oakland down the Toilet if Delums hasn't done it yet.

Like I said folks----BE AFRAID---BE VERY AFRAID.

This Mean Kitty signing off looking for an old 1950's Bomb Shelter to hide in.

Perata and Guns---Dumb, Dumb, Dumb

Folks,

I will be sooooooo glad when Don Perata will be out of office. Guess what Folks, he wants to ban these Big Assult weapons, acting like no one has thought of this before.

Well guess what---it has been and there is a ban in place, but I think Perata didn't get the Memo, so he's just flogging a "dead horse" just to sound good.

The type of weapon he claims he wants to ban is so big it's like a bazooka, you can't really conceal that on your person, and the bullets are very expensive. Like $2.00 per bullet, who has that kind of money----Columbian drug runners? Al Quada? The Taliban? Code Pink?

And he's behind the buying guns to get them off the street---claiming that the program works, well guess what---- and thanks to my sources in some of the police departments--they say-it's a load of crock.

What happens is that people buy junk or broken guns for pennies on the dollar and then takes them in and gets $250.00 a piece. And some of them are druggies with some smarts. Even old Perata turned in a hand gun he bought 15 years ago, and he can't use because he failed the test to get a "concealed Weapons Permit".

Duh!!! It takes brains to pass that test Perata---Are you saying you don't have Brains? Wouldn't be the first time.

The cops know and see what the people are doing but they can't say no, because----are you ready for this---they are turning in a gun---yes---even a gun that hasn't been able to fire since world war I, or with a broken stock, broken firing pins, rusted, missing cyclinders you name it they can't fire it and are considered junkers.

But the cops are required to pay each person $250.00 a piece. Heck turn in 4 broken guns that's $1,000.00 you can buy a lot of crack with that. And I've seen these broken guns for sale at the gun shows, going for $5.00 a piece, they are selling them because maybe someone can use a part off of them. But some people will buy four or five and then have 1,200 dollars to by a really nice piece. What a Joke!!

So Perata claims that over 1,000 guns have been turned in-----that's $250,000.00 a quarter of a million dollars for broken guns-----that's our tax dollars going out to feed at least half of those people's drug habit.

WHAT A WASTE!!! And they don't show you those in pictures, they just show the handful of almost good guns, because maybe they came from wives whose husbands are dead and they don't know how to sell them to get even more money from reputable gun dealers. And I bet some of those widows could really use the money to buy Medicine that's too expensive. But that's just a spit in the bucket in this program.

I will be so glad when Perata is out---then maybe an honest Republican can take over and bring in some real security to this state. And forget the Govenator---he's just a token Republican---or a cookie with filling----you know Republican on the outside---Democrate on the inside.

I'm going to grab my 350 magnum and go shooting on the range and get some of this hostility out of me---maybe.

Mean Kitty signing off with her Claws out.

I can't belive it's finally OVER!!!!

Thank the Powers that Be ABOVE!!!

This Farce called a Presidental Primary election is Finally OVER!!!

As far as I was concerned it was worse than watching a man with an extremely hairy back wearing a tank top t-shirt, and trust me there have been some that could give Bigfoot a run for it's money.

My phone has finally stopped ringing with unwanted phone calls, my mail was normal this morning, and the ads are no longer political ads.

It' s like a breath of fresh air!

Of course the propositions that I wanted to lose won but some of the others lost thank goodness.

But no one voted for me Mean Kitty---I guess I'm going to have to talk to my campaign manager---oh wait!!---I don't have one!!

Now in the very near future we are going to have to deal with the Presidental election.

I'm going to load up on DVD's and take my phone off the hook. If anyone wants to get in touch with me they can send up smoke signals.

O.K. folks---I do have to admit---I'm all for a President that wants to protect our borders and our solvernty, and our security. So that is what I'm really going to look at---Remember that Folks before the next 3,000 innocent american civilians have to die.

Mean Kitty finally relaxing for the next couple of weeks.

I made an Oooppsss~~~~

O.K. Folks,

Blame it on the meds, I mean after all I am getting over a cold---But I made a mistake in my last blog---

Ohhh whoaaa the Mean Kitty admits to a mistake???!!! ---well---yeah.

O.K. I said that the oil wells in Los Angels was pumping out 14,000 barrells of oil a day, that part is correct----but I said times that by 30 days and that would be 42,000,000 or 42 million barrels a month---sorry one to many zeros----only 420,000 barrells a month.

But the rest of it is correct!!! We really need to look at our own hidden reserves and on top of that what about re-cycled oil---I mean you have to change the oil in your car every 3,000 miles approxamately if you want your engine to be running right---Right?

O.K. what do you do with all that used oil? Well Folks if you are an old timer-and remember the crazy intersection where High Street goes under the Freeway near the Home Depot, there use to be an oil recycling plant called Fabrini Oil. They would buy used oil and remanufacture it for ---are you ready for this??---Air plane engines!!

Everything can be recycled!! Even the old oil filters can have the oil squeezed out them and used again.

Look during World War II people recycled everything, cooking grease, toothpaste tubes, your porkchop and chicken bones, old rags---I am old enough to still remember an elderly man that had a Horse! Yep a horse and wagon and he would go up and down the blocks calling out "Rags, Any Rags today!"

Of course that meant it was the Rag and Bone Man, he'd come by and buy your old rags, bottles, newspapers, bones, cooking grease and it would all be recycled!! He'd walk and call out and that horse would follow him. Of course the kids would give apples and carrots slices to the horse, it was a very big, gentle creature. And the house wives would get some cash from the old man and add it to their "rainy day" fund.

So we have recycling programs, o.k. we have the recycling bins, and we can take our cans and glass and plastic bottles and get some cash. If your clothes are in really good shape there are consignment shops that will sell them for you. Or have a Yard/Garage sale, see who will buy your stuff.

But what about all the stuff you are not sure of, well you can donate it to charity, but not all charities will take everything. But with proper documentation you can get a tax right off. But that only works if you have enough deductions to do a 1040 long form and a lot of people don't. But don't throw it away.

There's still Craig's list and e-bay. But it still would be nice to have a "Rag and Bone Man" to at least buy your old computer parts for a few bucks.

If there is anyone out there that's reading this blog, look into whatelse can be recycled, and how can people make a few pennies from it. Remember if you save 10 pennies that equals 1 dime.

O.K. I'm going even further about this Oil thing.

I read an article that sent a bit of a scare down my back and I have every reason to belive it's true.

Everyone is worried about the Iranian government enriching uranium, and making a nuclear bomb even tho the Iranians claim it's for peaceful use. Since Iran is an oil rich country they don't need a nuclear reactor for energy, they have plenty of oil. But they do need it for bombs.

Not all Uranium is usable for bomb making, in fact only a tiny amount is really usable. Not all Atoms are usuable for nuclear energy only plutonium and a certain kind of uranium call U-235 are fissile materials. The U.S. and other major powers prefer Plutonium because it's more potent than U-235 but it's harder to handle and it doesn't exist naturally. so to make it it requires reactors, and these are big buildings that are easy to see even being built from spy satelites.

So for a country like Iran using Uranium ore to make fissile material is preferred because it can be built smaller and in secret and underground.

Part of the problem is that U-235 is within Uranium ore which also contains U-238. U-235 can go boom, U-238 can't go boom. but you've got to get U-235 out of U-238.

The concept of making this stuff is simple using a centrifuge process and injecting gas and Don't ask me the exact process I'm not a physisis or whatever.

But because everyone knows that Iran would use their bomb to blow Israel to hell and back, they have to build their labs to make U-235 underground---70 feet underground.

But Iran has a problem, it takes a huge team of workers all speicalists to do this, and Iran doesn't have the people to do this process.

So here is where it gets scary Folks, what if Iran makes a deal with China or North Korea, oil for scientists. What if that is happening right now, What if Iran says to either one or the other, "Hey you give me scientists and I'll blow Israel up and hold everyone else hostage and jack the Oil prices up, Bring the United States into a resession depression as well as the other countries and break their backs, I can even wipe out Saudi Arabia's wells as well, so everyone will have to look at Iran 100, 200, 300 dollars a barrel---- but you I make a sweetheart deal you won't have to pay hardly anything and you be the Big Economic Dog and call the shots."

And those idiots who run Mexico and Venzualla that have oil, they'll be on Iran's bandwagon in a heartbeat.

We know North Korea has the ablity---because they have bombs, And China---I shudder to think.

I guess the guys that were on the Manhatten Project didn't envision this kind of threat, although Oppenheimer knew that a horrible Genie has been unleashed and couldn't be put back into the bottle.

We've got more than our economy to worry about Folks----what all these politicians are talking about is nothing compared to what we are really facing. Have any of them addressed those issues? NO!

So when you go to the voting booth choose wisely---Like I said, we need someone to take not only the economy seriously but also our security as well and it goes far beyond just our borders.

Mean Kitty signing off and getting out her pen to vote by mail.

Colds, sneezes, Tigers, Perata, and Politics---AACHOO!!

Cough! Cough! Grumble, wheeze, sneeze.

Aarrgh this mean kitty is down with a cold, I mean a nasty cold, I've been in bed for the last three days drinking soup, water, hot tea, cold meds and blowing my nose and coughing.

Mean Kitty does not like to get sick, it makes her meaner but just to tired to do anything about it except wave a pitiful paw.

O.K I've been busy BUT I do have an up date on the Tiger thing, a week ago in the S.F. Chronicle Materia and Ross said that it looks like the S.F. Cops may have enough evidence to charge the two idiots that got their buddy killed with -----are you ready for this?----Manslaughter!!

Hell I've been saying that all along, it seems that their actions can be construed as "criminal intent" in that they created a situation or arrigvated a situation that resulted in a "by-stander" (their buddy) being killed. The zoo is not really out of the woods, but except for the fact that the Tiger Grotto was not deep enough or tall enough to really prevent a determined animal from getting out, and now folks focus on the word "determined"---it appears that it was really the actions of the two brothers that brought about the deminse of their buddy.

It's like a felony hit and run auto accident---you cannot sue the automaker for your own stupidity, espeically if it's your stupidity that created the situation. So these boys are in trouble, BIG trouble. I want to BE on that Jury!!! Send the bozos to jail for life!!!

And when are they going to put up a monument to the Tiger Titianna? If you read the latest S.F. magazine there is a picture of this 350 pound majestic creature in all her full pounce glory.

Now Mr. Pig stupid ass Don Perata----there are a number of letters to the editor asking why is the California Tax Payers paying for even 1/2 rental of this Senators mid-life crisis machine. Guess what he's driving now folks---a Crown Vic----saying that if it looks like an undercover police car he won't get carjacked----DUH!!!---Why didn't you think about that before Mr. Stupid and I still want to know why where you in an area that is a high crime risk? WHAT WERE YOU DOING DOWN THERE MR. SENATOR---HMMMM????---What little sneaky side trip were you doing???

And now that your face is being plastered on the No on 93 ads, I don't think you are going to be in a good position----Vote the FOOL OUT!!!

And Politics----Bottom line folks, Vote no on everything except Prop 91---that's the only one that makes sense and keeps the money where it is suppose to be.

On the indian gaming thing---I've been doing my own research and all the No ads on the 4 indian gaming props is correct----it does not help the non-gaming tribes and it sets a very dangerous presedent----also to get to these casinos the state has to build better roads which the Indian casinos are NOT giving one cent towards----So What is wrong with this Picture??? WE are paying for their gambling and we do not benifit from it!!

And all these ads of all these canidates runing for president----BORING!!! When they come on I put on the "mute button" and we are going to suffer through 9 more months of this??!! Hell a woman expecting a baby has at least a baby shower and a lot of sympathy when her feet swell up----but we as the voters and viewers don't even get that!!

And Folks if you have an answering machine, let it pick up all your phone messages, my phone keeps ringing and ringing and it's just all these people saying "vote this and vote that and vote for so and so" Even my own Union is telling me who to vote for and what to vote for!!!

EXCUSE ME!!!! NOBODY---BUT NOBODY---TELLS ME HOW TO VOTE!!! I made the mistake one evening of picking up the phone because I thought (my mistake) it was a family member and it was a Union volunteer saying that it would be good as a union member to vote a certain way----I said to them---"Take this back to your Leader--No body tells me how to vote, not even a Union that can't even give me a decent pay raise!!" and I hung up.

Now who would be a good president??? I don't know---they're all crooks!! Even Obama, even McCain---Obama is too young, a babe in the woods, he'll get eaten alive---McCain is a poster boy for future heart attacks. And I refused to vote for Monica's boysfriends wife. Romeny I'm not sure about, although he may have a plan for the economy but I'm not sure if he has the U.S. of A.'s security at heart.

Forget Guilani---any bastard that announces that's he's divorcing his wife while she is sick in the hospital is an S.O.B. and I don't care what he did for New York. If he was able to get New York back in shape he would have at least the "class" to wait until his wife was better and do the announcement privately and quietly. BUT HE DIDN"T---so what does that make him??

So Folks all I can say is research, research, see who has all the right answers for what you are concerned about. From what I've found out---the only person who thinks like I do is a little known Senator in the California legistlature that thinks like I do---and He's NOT Running!!!

I want someone who is pro 2nd amendment, pro-US economy, Pro-America first and keeping all jobs here in America, pro-immigation laws, pro-homeland security, pro-woman's right to choose, Pro-equal pay for equal work, pro-protect us in Iraq and Iran, pro-keeping the borders safe from terriorsts, and pro-invesitgating our own fuel reserves here in the U.S of A to force forign oil to lower their prices.

Do you know that in Los Angeles alone there are still oil wells pumping out 14,000 barrels of oil a day out of the ground? now times that by 30 days and that equals 42,000,000 a month --42 million barrels a month!!.

O.K. compared to how much the US uses that may not seem like much, but if we had more refineries working and forget the summer mixture and winter mixure, there is really no difference between them we would have more than enough fuel for our needs. But what about our other wells throughout the rest of the USA, we've got them in Texas, and in other states but they are not operating at full function thanks to so called enviormentalists. Remember when they were screeching about the Alaska Pipe line years ago---that did not hurt the enviorment---and all the migrating animals still have their corridors.

So they want us then to conserve gas and use public transportation??? Well around here in the Bay Area why don't they have the buses go where we need to have them go, 10 years ago a lot of the lines were really serving many neighborhoods, but now they are not.

One lady bought her house 44 years ago because the bus stop was less than a block from her house, then a year ago they moved it to more than a mile from her house. That's not doing her any good, Espeically since she is now in her 70's. That bus line was what was keeping her going. Now she's trapped.

We have less bus lines, serving less areas and therefor less people. They do not run 24/7 and then they bought these buses that have caused more accidents to the elderly and are dangerous to ride on (See the East Bay Express "Buses from Hell" week of Jan 21 edition) and they are raising the rates.

Do you know you can ride anywhere in New York, 24 hours a day for only $1.50??? And they are doing fine, their transit system is one of the best----so what are they doing right that the Bay Area is doing wrong?? And it can't be Guilani----The AC transit system also hired on an idiot that has never even operated a transit system (see same article) It's no wonder people prefer to stay in their cars when public transit can not even take you anywhere or where you need to go or want to go.

O.K. this Mean Kitty has got to lie down, and take her cough meds. My Man is waving a cup of tea in front of my nose and saying "time for beddy-by"

But you think about it. You want to save Gas---get on AC transit's Ass and tell them forget raising prices until they provide more and better buses and increase service and lines to run 24/7 and make it attractive to ride the bus and Bart, and make connections to light rail and ferries and trains and go where you want them to go. Heck They can put on smaller shuttle buses on some of the minor routes and run them more frequently, Heck they can run on propane and electrcity, Now that's a savings!

Mean Kitty lying down and coughing and weezing and sneezing and just feeling miserable, signing off for now---Ahhh Heck !Where's the Whisky? I can at least feel mellow while I'm getting better.