Sunday, November 30, 2014

DUMB BASTARD AWARD FOR NOVEMBER 2014

Greetings Hairballers,

The award goes to Wal-Mart for a failed attempt at inclusion.  Begs the question:  Do you want fries with that.



Hairballs,

f

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Quitting

Greetings Hairballers,

A little musing today.


Quitting©

         FMHorner

Outside the window, yellow butterflies, the Coke truck delivers to the pool.  Too much busy, busy--I’ve stopped doing things I don’t enjoy.  The shedding process is hard.  Letting go.  Resistance. How long before the nicotine cravings pass?


Hairballs,
f

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

OMG OF THE WEEK

Greetings Hairballers,

In case you missed it, Megyn Kelly F'bombs Mike Huckabee on Fox News.

Thank you, Ms. Kelly.  In this all too serious world, I needed a laugh and laugh I did until tears ran down my face.

Do you think that is what they call his show when the foxes are standing around, off camera, making fun of their viewers who are gullible enough to believe and hang on every word?

Here's the link with video.

http://www.politico.com/story/2014/11/megyn-kelly-f-bomb-huckabee-112771.html

Hairballs,

f

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

REMEMBRANCE DAY


My inner cynic has risen, yet again.  Thank you is not enough.

Thank You for Your Service

A shallower phrase has seldom been spoken. A feel good that enables us to go on with our comfortable lives--happy in oblivion and pleased that we said  “the right thing.”  How easily we’ve been brainwashed.  We’ve turned you into a sound bite. I'm sorry.

You went off to fight the never-ending “oil wars” for the “Man,” so we could put gas in our cars, drive to soccer practice and watch, on TV, the reality show that is war.

You returned and were thrown back on society, expected to be the same as before. How could you not be different after seeing horrors that changed your perspective forever?  Yet we say thank you for your service, then walk away, mentally patting ourselves on the back.

But wait--when we need a photo op at the ballpark, we’ll be sure to call.

Have a nice day!

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Labels


Greetings Hairballers,

For a while, I’ve noticed how everyone is labeled and it’s making me crazy (okay, crazier).  It’s especially prevalent on the TV news--perhaps they have to fill the space between commercials. People can’t just be people. They’re labeled as a 59-year old grandmother of two, a 40-year old plumber from New Jersey and my favorite, a 15-year old teen (the redundancy makes the hairs on my arms stand up).

This begs the question--without the labels, do we still exist?

Here are some of mine:

Labels©

         FMHorner

I am a woman, a female, a lady (but the latter seldom)
I am a retiree from a big deal newspaper that shall not be named
I am a senior citizen, whose motto is “old but immature”
I am surprised and wonder how that happened
I am a liberal, open-minded and curious seeker
I am lazy and a procrastinator, good qualities both
I am a writer (of sorts) and an artist (of sorts) too
I am in extra innings and winning
I am a cigarette smoking, Irish whiskey drinking, hockey fan
I am the one who gave her soul to the Yankees (but only part time)
I am a loyal friend and a formidable enemy--try me
I am owned by a cat and pronounce it good
I am a voter, a driver and a payer of bills
I am many other things, by which I refuse to be defined
I am not a sound bite
I am a human being

Most of all, I am the Hairballer

f






Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Hairball Special Nov 5 2014


Last night, George Sheldon, candidate for Attorney General of Florida, paraphrased Ted Kennedy in his concession speech.  It helps to remember that we are not done.

…the work goes on, the cause endures, the hope still lives, and the dream shall never die…  Ted Kennedy.

f

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Dumb Bastard Award for October


Greetings Hairballers,

It’s the first of the month and time for the Dumb Bastard Award.

The award for October goes to:  The Cartersville, Georgia, Police Department for raiding a backyard garden containing okra plants!  No, not the demon weed but the world’s most maligned vegetable.

Determined to spend the taxpayers’ money, a Georgia, yes I said Georgia, police force raided a private vegetable garden.  After hovering over the garden with a helicopter, the fully armed swat team moved in on what they suspected was a marijuana patch.  T’was okra.  You’d think someone from Georgia would know his okra

I like okra.  Can you smoke it?



Hairballs, you can’t smoke those either.