Facebook, are you batshit insane?

Every 3-4 years, I get put in Facebook jail for pissing someone off.

Apparently, it's totally okay to blatantly threaten violence against some people, like Nazi shitbags, but get annoyed about some scam artist using Go Fund Me and Facebook freaks out.

Go Fraud Me has been outing con artists and since an article was just written about it, the scammers are freaking out and going after them, and their followers.

In my case, the con artist is black and pulled the race card, which pisses me right the fuck off.

Bitch, I don't give a shit what color you are, I despise all con artists.

Why?

Let's start by admitting that when I was young and dumb, I got conned by a pro, and have never really recovered from it, then we will throw in being falsely accused of being one...an accusation that cost me several friendships...so yeah, I have a pretty serious hate-on for this kind of shit.

Need money?

GET A MOTHERFUCKING JOB!

You can suck dick or wash dishes just same as anyone else, toots, but don't beg online like some kind of Internet hobo.

Facebook, go home, you're drunk...I'll see you tomorrow.

VOTE!

Filled out my ballot today, after weighing the pros and cons in my local/state, and voted for my President.
Romney is a joke, and a not funny one at that.
I vote against ALL Republicans because I AM A WOMAN.
Seriously folks, the GOP stance on women scares the crap out of me.
They may wax nostalgic for the 50's but I don't.
Donna Reed didn't want to be "Donna Reed".
Yes, I DO want to know if my apple is spliced with frog genes because it will piss me off if Frankenpie tries to leap off my plate.
Yes on 37.
Monsanto and all the other poison factories can lick my hairy butt-crack.
While I am bitching about Romney, how about that bullshit stunt for Sandy victims?
$5000?
Really?
Not even straight cash because it isn't like Romney is RICH AS A MOTHERFUCKER or anything...but crap that the Red Cross doesn't even want...so he proved what kind of scum-sucking piece of shit he is in my eyes.
The fact that nearly half the country is voting for that crook pisses me off, and proves that there are a lot of dumb racists that vote.
Congress - How about working for the American People for once this century?
Manthing didn't vote which means I get to tell him to STFU about damn near everything.
Don't vote?
You don't get an opinion, minion.
Want a voice?
VOTE!

Halloween

Every year I have dressed for Halloween, until this year.
For years I got ditched by my "friend", and ended up at home in my costume, crying.
Naturally, she would post pictures of what a great time she had on Facebook.
She pulled this act on several holidays for several years before I snapped and put an end to it 6 months ago.
Part of me still loves Halloween, but I am glad I can just sit, play with the cat, watch crappy horror movies, and feel good about myself instead of feeling like the butt of someone's cruel joke.

Mobile?

Now that I got off my butt and updated the iOS on my phone, there are all kinds of apps I can suddenly use.
This is one of them.
Hopefully, I have been gone long enough that the loonies have gotten bored and moved on so I can write in peace.
Yeah, it's been awhile.
Been thinking and getting PTSD under control.
- Mel

Blind Faith-Can't Find My Way Home

Me - June 11 2010

Waiting to leave for the Stiff Little Fingers show at The Blank Club.

Howlin Wolf I´ll be back someday 1964

Happy 100th Birthday Howlin' Wolf!

Chester Arthur Burnett (June 10, 1910 – January 10, 1976), better known as Howlin' Wolf, was an influential American blues singer, guitarist and harmonica player.
With a booming voice and looming physical presence, Burnett is commonly ranked among the leading performers in electric blues; musician and critic Cub Koda declared, "no one could match Howlin' Wolf for the singular ability to rock the house down to the foundation while simultaneously scaring its patrons out of its wits."^[1] Many songs popularized by Burnett—such as "Smokestack Lightnin'," "Back Door Man" and "Spoonful"—have become standards of blues and blues rock.
At 6 feet, 6 inches (198 cm) and close to 300 pounds (136 kg), he was an imposing presence with one of the loudest and most memorable voices of all the "classic" 1950s Chicago blues singers. Howlin' Wolf's voice has been compared to "the sound of heavy machinery operating on a gravel road". This rough-edged, slightly fearsome musical style is often contrasted with the less crude but still powerful presentation of his contemporary and professional rival, Muddy Waters - although the two were reportedly not that different in actual personality - to describe the two pillars of the Chicago blues representing the music.
Howlin' Wolf, Sonny Boy Williamson (Rice Miller), Little Walter Jacobs and Muddy Waters are usually regarded in retrospect as the greatest blues artists who recorded for Chess in Chicago. Sam Phillips once remarked, "When I heard Howlin' Wolf, I said, 'This is for me. This is where the soul of man never dies.'" In 2004, Rolling Stone magazine ranked him #51 on their list of the 100 Greatest Artists of All Time.