Riot this

Most of you are aware of the riots going on in Baltimore right now. Supposedly it is because of that poor fellow who died in police custody.  That shouldn’t have gone down the way it did. But what is going on now- this is not about that man who died in custody. It shouldn’t have happened… But this is nothing more than cruddy people taking advantage of a situation to try to get away with shit behavior and get free shit. They figure if everyone is doing it, they have safety in numbers.  Really, how are your free Slim Jims and stolen pharmacy drugs going to get “justice for Freddie Gray?”  The basis of this riot in supposedly seated in race inequality, the media and the deliberately ignorant happily perpetuating the hate by shamelessly race baiting with inflammatory headlines and ignorant memes.  I’m not saying race inequality does not exist, but that’s not what all this chaos is about.

Not that long ago, there was a big riot in KY (mostly white people, guys), after of all things, a fucking (sports) game! Obviously, in regards to the Baltimore riot and the death of Mr. Gray, race is being thrown around (again) a lot by all sides.  But to me, the Kentucky riot is just further support for the fact that when it comes to behavior like this, race is not the issue.  Watch some of the videos circulating.  There were  peaceful protesters initially, but what you see in common in both the KY and MD incidents has nothing to do with race.  It’s nothing but a mob of opportunistic scavengers.

And to those people I say:

U MAD, BRO?

U MAD, BRO?

You either get it or you don’t.  That’s it.  I’m out.

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Arachnophobia: Is it any wonder “hate” is a synonym for “venom?”

I’m not generally one of those girly-girls that are afraid of bugs and spiders and snakes.  In fact, I used to trap and release the spiders in our house back in my home state.  Or if they were small ones up on the wall or something, I’d turn away and pretend I didn’t see them (make a break for it, little dude!)

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And we actually own a snake as a pet– in as much as anyone can own a snake– so creepy, slithery, crawling critters don’t really bother me.  The things that really “bug” me are the parasitic type things, the things that borrow into the skin, like ticks, and suck blood, like mosquitoes… and ticks.

But that kind a of changed when we moved to Kentucky a few springs ago.  The bugs out here just seem…heartier.  Bigger, more plentiful.  I was about five months pregnant when we first got out here, and I couldn’t seem to make it from the car to our rented house without picking up a tick.  Dear GOD, they were everywhere, even on the wooden porch!

And then summer rolled around and so did the spiders.  Not just one or two house or wolf spiders, but droves of brown recluse spiders!   I was finding five and six a day, just moseying across doorways or whatever.  One night I woke up in the middle of the night, still under the influence of Ambien, and groggily told hubby I felt something on me.  He promptly tried to shoo off a giant recluse crawling on my shoulder…and the spider promptly tried to crawl away down my back.  The only thing saving me from a total liquid meltdown was the fact that I was too drugged up on Ambien to freak out.

Then one day I grabbed a sundress off the top of my dresser and threw it on…only to throw it off again when I discovered a small spider chilling next to my boob.  I swear, a skanky pop star never dropped a dress so quick!  It was on the floor in a puddle of fabric in two seconds flat and hubby was looking at me in amused astonishment.  Luckily, brown recluses are generally non-aggressive, and supposedly go out of their way to avoid biting.

Anyway, it turned out our crawl space was filled with the things!  I was worried for myself, I was worried for the cats…and I’d had the baby by then.  We had Terminex come out, but I’ve never fully recovered from the emotional distress of the episode…

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As is evidenced by the way I yelled like a bitch, then had to get control of full body shivers and a major case of the “heebie jeebies” and beg hubby to come kill the interloper  when I came across a spider in the laundry basket today.  And then my hand “felt funny,” and I’m almost certain I’ll have a raging case of necrotizing fasciitis by bedtime tonight!

And yet I still feel bad killing spiders.  I actually don’t hate or fear all spiders… mostly just those damn recluses, because even in our current apartment, they always turn up with the change of the season…like bad pennies.

God, I hope not...

God, I hope not…

See you in hell, arachnid demon spawn!