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The Ninja’s…Sorry Wrong Trial, The Hippies Did It

December 30, 2017

 

 

 

 

Hai!  I’m baaack.  So today I’m blowing the dust off of the green beret killer AKA Jeffrey MacFuckface AKA Jeffrey MacDonald AKA Murdering bastard, AKA…okay I have to stop there are a lot of AKA’s

Jeffrey MacDonald was a doctor and a green beret and a misogynist and a serial philanderer. Seriously dude wore more hats than I do and I’m everybody.

His particular psychopathy fascinates me because he is a family annihilator by definition, except he didn’t run which is what they usually do.  Unfortunately for him and fortunately for the rest of the female population of earth, he thought he was smarter than the army, the cid, the police, the lawyers, including his, as well as everyone else he ever came across.  I’ve never met him so I have no idea if he thinks he is smarter than me.  I’m guessing he does.

He married his wife Colette because of course they were playing Russian roulette with a gun full of bullets so to speak, or you can take the other theory because I actually support both, Colette, fearful of losing him to he extremely spectacularly gorgeous ex got herself knocked up.  That doesn’t give him a free pass to kill her.  Over achiever Jeffrey would hear no talk of abortions or adoption.  Nope they were getting married and that was that.  Except that the night before his wedding he left a parcel in the exes car.  Lingerie in their university colors.  Awwww, sqweeee.

So, they got married, he went to med school, joined the green berets because that is what everyone that wants to strangle you with piano wire does (no there was no piano wire involved but only because the fucker didn’t have a piano I promise) Then he volunteered for jump training which I thought meant parachute training.  It does but it also means jump training as in, I’ll jump this girl, you jump that one, so he fucked around on Colette again.  

Just so we are all clear, this fucker makes me look positively normal.  There are lists of psychoses and I have a bunch.  He has almost all of them.  Except schizophrenia and bi-polar disorder.  He was also a speed freak which probably didn’t help matters much.

Colette spit out two kids during two very high risk pregnancies and then she got knocked up with baby number three and that is when the scenery that had been so carefully colored in began to crumble.

Jeffrey expected his heavily pregnant wife to wait on him hand and foot and then he announced he would be going to Russia (read going to ex girlfriends house) for at least a month right before her due date.  That would probably be the moment Colette flipped her shit although to her credit she held it in for a while.

This is going to be voluminous so be prepared.  This was the one that got me hooked and it is my point of reference for family annihilators.

And tomorrow, because I have a hand cramp like a mother fucker right now we will find out exactly what happened.

RBMD peacing the fuck out

 

 

 

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The State Of The Shelter Address

December 24, 2017

Hello my lovelies, it is your most loyal queen here for the annual Christmas eve State of The Shelter Address.

It has certainly been one for the books, and will be.  What with the cheeto in chief trying to start a war, earth falling apart, new animals on the extinction list, more working poor than ever before, and the spin on fucking EVERYTHING trump related would make Linda Blairs head come clean off.

I myself have had a very up and down year as have many of you.  It is weird, in a good way how often our tribulations are similar.  It’s good that way because the sister and brotherhood of the lets save all the unwanted animals from evil doers, can always help each other.

The best thing about 2017 is that 2018 has GOT to be better.  I think we may have hit rock bottom as a species, as a planet, as our little particle of dust in the universe.  Rock. Fucking. Bottom.  Unless of course they really do release a zombie virus to weed out all the old, sick and poor, which at this point I don’t even remotely believe doesn’t exist.  Either that or an actual real purge will become an annual event.  That also would not shock me.

Bunker is real and ready by the way.  The rich can suck it if they think I’m going down without a very serious fight.

The thing I find more amusing than any other thing is math.  They are called the 1 percenters for a reason.  So, either no one can do math or we are all just too chicken shit to say fuck this noise enough already.  I’m not buying your shit, I don’t need that shiny thing whatever it may be.  You’d be amazed at how fast the one percent became a no percent if we started to do shit like that.

My son broke his hand this week.  And due to our evil socialist medical system it cost 20 dollars to get him x-rayed and casted.  God, our medical system sucks.  One of my American friends told me you are all one serious accident away from bankruptcy and that is sad.  except for the one percent who really don’t have a fuck to give.

I hope you are all as well as you can be in your respective situations.  I am okay all things being relative.

I wish peace and happiness to all of you this holiday season and a new year that is better than the old one.

RBMD peacing the fuck out


Flu/Plague/whatever, I has it. Will try and post sometime later tonight

October 23, 2017

Projectile vomiting is not conducive to writing a blog and the material ain’t helping gotta tell ya.  Will try and post later.  I have a half done rough draft so will try and polish it so you have some reading material.  Not promising anything tonight.  So sorry.


I Don’t Do Trials About Kids. I Have Said It A Hundred Times, But This One Time, I Am Going To Make An Exception.

October 19, 2017

(dedicated to the memory of Gord Downie, a man who loved everyone, especially kids.)

Hai my lovelies, tis me your queen, resident sarcasm expert, pretend Judge, Dean of all Fuckery, horse whisperer, Honorary DVM, and Dog Lactation Consultant.  I debated about this for two nights, and then whoever you believe drives this train saw fit to take Gord Downie, Gord Fucking Downie, a Canadian Icon, and just a good and decent human being because of some fucking glioblastoma and I kind of snapped.  If you don’t remember The Tragically Hip have been adopted as our no kill shelter band.  I am in deep mourning.  For real.  So is most of Canada.  If the fucking Prime Minister can break down so can we dammit.

Sorry, I am upset and rambling.  Anyway, Gord Downie was a lot of things, poet, singer, lyricist, friend to the indigenous people of our region and yours god love him, and child advocate.  Child Advocate.  So, because I truly somewhere deep in my marrow loved this man I never knew, loved him because of what he believed, not because of who he was, I am going to break my own rule ONE TIME and do this trial.

It is not televised, but I still have some totally not real friends in the media world(looking at you both Daves and you Jeff) and I am going to cover this thing for Gord.  Because this would have been important to him.  The plight of this poor dead baby would have been important to him as it should be to all of us.

There is a sickness in all of our societies.  I don’t know what the fuck it is, I just know it gets worse each year and we need to find the root cause of it, and find a vaccination for it or something.

The dead child is named Gabriel Fernandez.  He was only 8.  This was a vicious, senseless torture/murder and I am eternally grateful that this is being held in a death penalty state.

I am warning you now that it will be graphic and horrible.  Everything I have found so far had been graphic and horrible.  All the more horrible because DCFS is involved and indicted so this child could have/ should have lived.

If you would rather I did not cover this, speak now or do this with me.  If enough of you don’t want it, I will lay down my torch and try and find something less deplorable.  Although, how do I find any murder not deplorable.  I will do what I can to lighten the mood as I always do, but this one is going to take me to my limit I am pretty sure.

Just as an aside, I love you guys.  All of you.  And I am glad we are here together.

I’m going to leave you with Gord because I need to share a little of what we lost Tuesday night to fucking cancer.  We can make sure guys have hard-ons, we can make fake boobs, and fake asses and even a fake president but we can’t cure cancer.  Fuck this world and its fucked up priorities.


A Correlative Study Between Jim Jones and Donald Trump. No, I’m Not Kidding.

October 13, 2017

Hello my lovelies.  Your very wayward Queen is back since I actually have something to say.  My in house psychic locked me in the tower of London and tried to make an escape.  She is being dealt with accordingly.  Not like Henry the VIII accordingly, but accordingly.

So lets get to it shall we.  Raise your hands if you remember Jim Jones, the Jonestown Massacre, The Guyana Tragedy, or the peoples temple.  I’m betting cuz I’m a betting kind of Queen that most of you raised your hands.  This was waaaaay back in the day, but it isn’t something easily forgotten.

As a quick refresher, Jim Jones was a shyster/preacher/prophet with a huge god complex.  He actually probably started out with good intentions although who the fuck knows since he was a complete sociopath by the time it was all over but just for brevities sake let’s go with that.

He was originally ordained as a Disciples of Christ pastor and believed that communism was the social order most in tune with gods law.   Jones pretended to sympathize with the African American population in America even though his father and grandfather were both very high up in the KKK and indoctrinated Jones to its teachings from the time he could begin to comprehend.  He stumbled upon faith healing at a seventh day Baptist Church and discovered the amount of money that faith healing could bring in.  It was at that point that Mr. Jones suddenly was gifted with the power of healing the afflicted.

In the early 70’s Jones rejected the bible and denouncing a sky god that in his words was no god at all.  Jones also began preaching that he was the reincarnation of Gandhi,Jesus, Buddha and Vladimir Lennon  . Former Temple member Hue Fortson, Jr. quoted Jones as saying, “What you need to believe in is what you can see … If you see me as your friend, I’ll be your friend. As you see me as your father, I’ll be your father, for those of you that don’t have a father … If you see me as your savior, I’ll be your savior. If you see me as your God, I’ll be your God. (Wikipedia)

He said there was no heaven and if they wanted one they would have to make it down here.  He teeter tottered between Agnostic and Atheist depending on his mood during different interviews.  He didn’t believe in god any more than I believe in unicorns.   That didn’t stop him however from fleecing his congregation out of most of all their life’s savings, not that it would matter the way things played out.

It was fear of the IRS and Government intervention that drove Jones to Guyana to start his peoples Temple.  Forced labor, substandard food,  gun wielding guards to make sure nobody tried to leave in he middle of the night.  One person stating that if the guards didn’t get you the snakes would.  Physical, emotional and sexual abuse was rampant as reported in an expose which is the main reason that Jones abruptly booked it for Guyana.

Jones declared that since he was the supreme being he had decided that all marriages were now null and void being based on lust and he would find mates more suitable for people.  In reality Jones was grabbing everybody by the pussy and simply didn’t want to get called out on it.  The non compliant ones were fed drugs to make them more amenable to the status quo.   Jimmy’s door swung both ways although he told all that would listed that acts of homosexuality disgusted him and he only did it to connect the male members of the congregation with him spiritually.  Since most of the men likely screamed things like OH MY GOD MAKE IT STOP I suppose it worked.

Jones was also a huuuuuuge drug addict and insane, although his insanity became completely off the hook fucking nuts right close to the end.

In November of 1978 Congressman Leo Ryan led a fact finding mission regarding the myriad of complaints he had received regarding human rights violations.   Since Jim Jones had always been known for  a really good show, at first glance the congressman honestly thought most of the allegations were unfounded.  Two days later however a man  by the name of Don Sly for reasons of his own attacked the congressman with a knife.  At this point the congressman decided to peace the fuck out and invited anybody that wanted out to get on the bus.  Well, tractor wagon.  There were 15 temple members that decided to take that opportunity to get out of crazy land and went along.

One of the people who said they wanted to go home was a plant who was totally not named Steve Bannon or anything drew a weapon and opened fire on the people boarding the plane.  The personal Jones body guards had already opened fire on the congressman and his people.  Congressman Ryan, three reporters and one of the temple defectors were killed on the airfield.  People who survived the initial attack were future Congresswoman Jackie Spiere, then a staff member for Ryan; Richard Dwyer, the from the U.S. Embassy at Georgetown; Bob Flick, a producer for NBC; Steve Sung, an NBC sound engineer; Tim Reiterman, a San Francisco Examiner reporter; Ron Javers, a San Francisco Chronicle reporter; Charles Krause, a reporter for the Washington Post; and several defecting Temple members( *Wikipedia)

Right after that, 909 people drank the Kool-Aid 304 of those children who didn’t have a choice as to whether or not they wanted to die.  Anybody that said “I think I’d like to nope the fuck out of this really stupid idea” was summarily shot.  Jones himself had someone shoot him because he didn’t have the balls to do it himself and his hands were too small to hold the cup of Kool-Aid.

So, let us recap.  Jim Jones was a really big fish in a really small pond when he started his ministry in the States.  His delusions of grandeur led him to believe that he could create a society where he was basically god and could do whatever he wanted to anybody at any time without fear of repercussion.  He lied to his followers about what he was doing with their money, what he was doing with their spouses, what he was running away from, what they were getting themselves into, and how much he know about running his utopian society.   His followers were basically mindless sheep that thought whatever he said had to be true and when it turned out it wasn’t he blamed it on outside forces like the news, or bad hombres, or non believers,  or when his faith healing failed he blamed the person for losing their faith and thus sealing their own fate.  He decided that he could do whatever he wanted to whoever he wanted because he was such hotshot that not only did they like it, they invited it.  Once his house of cards began to crumble, instead of admitting defeat or that he may have been wrong he simply got his sheep to kill themselves so that nobody would ever know that all the shit he had shovelled had been nothing but that.  A big stinking pile of shit.   If he was orange (he wasn’t, at least not in any pictures I can find) I’d call him Donald.  God knows he’s gotten enough people to drink the Kool-Aid.

Please discuss.  Also note that information I gathered that I was not aware of has been cited because that is what you are supposed to do.  Cite your sources.  It’s kind of a thing you should do.

That’s it for tonight.  RBMD peacing the fuck out.

 


It’s The End Of The World As We Know It And I Don’t Have a Fuck To Give…

August 14, 2017

 

Hello everybody. Your resident sarcasm expert and Queen of all I survey has decided to come out of her fallout shelter long enough to see if the planet is still a planet or is now a blackened, burned out shell. Spoiler alert: as of this writing it appears to still be a planet, but it is moment to moment.
I have a question for everybody that voted for Trump. Still feeling good about that vote? Still think this is the guy to take you where you want to be? If where you want to be is dead, then YAY, good choice.
I have not had television for about two weeks.   I got it turned back on today and all that is all over the news are the usual trials and tribulations of the USA  courtesy of the orange twat waffle that rules you all.
I have to hand it to him though. Trying to start a nuclear war does manage to take away from the fact that you colluded with Russia. It also takes away from the fact that most of the people you hand picked to “DRAIN THE SWAMP” have no desire to drain anything because they are part of the glorious eco-system that IS the swamp. Rich people and war mongers that are going to send your children to fight a war that they start so they can distract you from the fact that you put a rich, misogynistic, racist, moronic, cro-magnon, draft dodging piece of human excrement into the position of highest power in your country. He has no desire to help anyone but himself and the rich. He has no desire to do anything to help women, or help the poor, or the environment, or animals (unless of course the animals are being grown for fur or leather for his daughters fashion collection.) His idea of making America great again is getting women back into dresses and high heels all the time, bringing back fossil fuels, and reversing himself on every single campaign promise he made and keeping the migrant workers that will actual deign to do the jobs that your people don’t want to do out of the country. The president of the USA charged the secret service right out of one of his buildings because he has decided that rules pertaining to conflicts of interest do not apply to him and kept all his assets. Oh the money the president is making, while slashing and burning anything that might help the less fortunate. Good for you guys.
So for those of you that think Drumpf is the greatest thing to ever happen to your country I give you this…
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Please read that a couple of times and extrapolate what it really, really means.  For those that did not know, the title of this sonnet is The New Colossus and is  inscribed on a plaque on the fucking Statue of Liberty. That beacon of hope that anyone who can’t trace their lineage back to the mayflower’s family member saw when they IMMIGRATED to the fucking country you now reside in. So what should it really say, now that the rose colored glasses that the rest of the world viewed you with have been ripped off and crushed under the boot of your dear leader? Give us your tired (as long as they aren’t old, or sick, or non-white) your poor (but only if they aren’t so poor that they cannot support themselves at all times for ever and never have bad luck or get sick or anything) your huddled masses yearning to breathe free (but don’t get ahead of yourselves, those masses can only be like maybe masses of two or three. Okay five to seven as long as they are all from white countries. breathing however doesn’t come free, you will need a lot of money to be able to gain entry here, and don’t even think about breathing any of our air if you are Muslim…or Mexican…or gay…or transgendered…or sick…um, you get the idea right?
I have a huge shocker for all y’all. You never needed to be great again. You most assuredly do now, but before you elected the speaking orangutan, your country was the one everyone looked to on the world stage as the single greatest country on the planet. Now you are the biggest joke on the planet, except we are all so frightened nobody is laughing. Nobody is laughing, except for Trump. Of course if anybody calls him on it he will just yell fake news, taken out of context or whatever the wheel of excuses lands on when he spins it for the roughly six hundred and forty seven thousand nine hundred and eighteenth time.
Anybody want to make book on what day WWIII starts? We are dealing with two toddlers with nuclear capability so somebody will win and everybody will lose.
Really Big Mean Dog peacing the fuck out!!


I have to take personal inventory of some things, I will be gone for a while.

June 26, 2017

I have fucked something up quite badly.  Maybe irreparably I don’t know.  And I will be back at least one last time to tell you why and what I did about it, but as of right now the blog is gone.  I can’t get into it right now it is too raw and much too humiliating and horrifying and what it says about me as a person I don’t know.

Please don’t comment.   I will be back with an explanation.


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