Marianne Williamson believes Trump’s idiotic musings about immigrants in Ohio stealing dogs and cats and eating them and today she poured gasoline on the fire he lit by Tweeting:

Marianne Williamson

Continuing to dump on Trump because of the “eating cats” issue will create blowback on Nov. 5. Haitian voodoo is in fact real, and to dismiss the story out-of-hand rather than listen to the citizens of Springfield. Ohio confirms in the minds of many voters the stereotype of Democrats as smug elite jerks who think they’re too smart to listen to anyone outside their own silo.

The Raven (Le corbeau): Flying Raven (ex libris)
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The Raven (Le corbeau): Flying Raven (ex libris)
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So, I will just put this to the Universe and ask a very simple question:

Do you believe for one second, and I do mean ONE second that if someone was out there killing and eating their neighbors pet cats and dogs that  it would be a big deep dark secret that only Trumphumpers  were privy too? Because if someone killed my dog and then ate him, my rage would be EPIC.  Now you take my rage and multiply it by 10 other pet owners, by 20 pick a number any number  and there wouldn’t be a news agency NOT covering the mayhem that would be sure to follow.

Common sense- it’s a real thing.

USE IT.

RDP Thursday: AGHAST

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When I was growing up- and well into my 20’s before email became a thing, I used to have pen pals from all over the world.

I had pals in Scotland and England, Turkey, Canada and Japan-even Russia.

We used to trade little things  like postcards and recipes, stickers and stamps.

Then email became a thing and for awhile some of my pals and I had fun with the email thing, but after awhile we stopped writing, the magic was gone.

There were no more trips to the post office  to get my letters going out of the country weighed or shopping for fun stationary and fancy ink pens. I was sad about that loss. I still am.

I had a good friend in Turkey we started writing when we were girls and continued to write as adults.  Her letters read like poetry, her style of writing was beautiful, She was going to be moving to England to study medicine and we had plans to meet each other there. I still have photo albums with her pictures in them and all of the little presents we exchanged.

in 1999 Turkey was struck by an earthquake with a magnitude of7.0.

I wrote my friend in a panic,  we had never sent emails to each other. So the wait to hear from her was long.

I thought my letters were getting through because they weren’t coming back.

It was months later that I got a postcard from one of my friends relatives. I read it and then I sat on the curb outside of my house and cried.

I put it in my treasure box, I couldn’t put it in the albums where I kept all of her pictures and poems and letters and postcards. Maybe one day I’ll put that postcard from her Aunt inside of it. I just haven’t gotten around to it.

RDP Thursday: AGENCY

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When my dog was a puppy and we started to take longer walks I would reward him with little dog treats for his ‘pop quiz’ training moments.

The treats were about the size of an eraser on a pencil so you could load your dog up and not really worry about over feeding them- a small bag used to last us forever so I always had them on me.

One day I noticed that a crow seemed to always be sitting on a fence post when we walked by, so I took that as a teachable moment for Hamish and I used work on Hamish’s ‘forward’ command.

When I tell Hamish to come forward, it’s NOT  like when you tell your dog to come and they sort of run up to you .

Hamish has to come forward and sit right in front of me- he can’t stand in front of me, he isn’t suppose to go to my side. He was to come forward and sit right in front of me. When he’s there and properly placed, he can’t look around or fidget. He has to sit forward with his eyes on my face and if Mount Rainer blows it’s top it doesn’t matter. he can’t move a muscle.

Hamish is really good at that command because we’ve worked at it under a lot of different scenarios- case in point.

The crow on the fence.

The crow would watch Hamish not pay attention to him and if you thought the Crow might do things to break Hamish’s concentration, he didn’t.

When I would release Hamish I would start our walk and I gave him  a treat. I started to leave one for the crow too.

Photo of Hamish Macbeth by A.M. Moscoso

Hamish executing his forward command.

The crow and his friends started to show up on me and Hamish’s walks. They would sort of put themselves in his line of vision and he always let them be. I think his behavior amused them. I would give Hamish his good boy treats and I left a few ,  not many,  for his crows too.

A year or so later  a new person showed up on our walks. One day she walked right by us and for reasons that I will never understand this Murder of Crows lost their collective mind.

We walked by people and other dogs all of the time and the Crows never acted the way they acted that day.

They raved at this woman, they buzzed her, they swooped at her, they surrounded her and it was like she was walking in a black fog.

The weird thing was she didn’t seem surprised at their behavior and she always had this weird smile on her face. It chilled my blood a little.

I wrote about Hamish and his Crows and someone suggested that the woman had somekind of happy clappy bond with the Crows and that their behavior reflected that. Hamish and I ran into this person off and on for about four months and there was nothing pleasant about the crow’s actions.

Hamish’s crows  followed Hamish on his walks ( some of them had started to hang out with him in our backyard  ) and the only time I ever heard them call was when they headed out for the evening and it wasn’t a loud thing. It was normal.

The last timeI saw this woman on our walk, she stops near us,  she leans over and asked if she could pet Hamish and before I could say anything she reached for him and a crow flew between me and Hamish and the woman. She backed up with that stupid grin on her face and she  then she walked away.

Hamish of course, never barked at his Crow but his  hackles were up and he watched her walk away and he didn’t relax until she turned the corner and was gone.

We never saw her again.

When I was in Junior Highschool, my Mom gave me a radio for Christmas that looked like a Coke bottle.

My Mom used to give me radios every Christmas – some were transitor radios in different colors. Some were in stuffed animals ( I had a Snoopy Radio ). It was her thing. She even gave me a Sony Walkman the year they hit the market. I thought I was so cool,  Walkmans  were the  ‘it’ thing to have and I actually owned one when they were the hottest thing on the market.

Back then most of us kids walked or rode the local buses to wherever it was we were going, so having a radio to carry along on those long walks was really nice.

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My Mom grew up in the 50’s and music as  you know was a BIG part of that era. So If I wanted records she would buy them for me. When I wanted to skip school to go to concerts she didn’t say I could go. She just bought me the tickets and left them on the dining room table.  I think she thought kids were supposed to be into Rock and Roll so I guess buying me records and radios and concert tickets was traditional in her mind.

Plus I was a good student and I worked my little backside off babysitting and doing yard work for pocket money, so my parents were pretty generous because I never really asked for anything. With the money I earned I could buy what I wanted and I never asked for an allowance either.

I think I enjoyed getting those radios from my Mom because my parents were not huggers and they were not going to stand on the sidelines and cheer me on when it came to anything I did, but when they gave me those radios or records, when they just dropped them on me from the clear blue sky I knew that was their way of saying ” Good job kid “.

That’s probably why I still have some of those radios and records and concert stubs  in my treasure box to this day.

RDP Monday: RADIO