That can't be good

We're getting used to it

I fucked up ~ mea culpa

In my post for Steve and Rose Vanderhoff, I had his Paypal posted incorrectly.

So if you were trying unsuccessfully to Paypal, it's my fault and not yours or Paypal's. I can't apologize enough for this, and hope it hasn't screwed up too many people.

Thanks to Brother Pilot for bringing this to my attention.

xenolith1964@yahoo.com

Well, I do have apples

Civil disobedience

Okay, it's going on 4 weeks of school and I have yet to turn in the Cute Chicks' registration forms. Even though I get daily calls from Administration and notes from their teachers, I'm just not that motivated. As a matter of fact, the more they push, the less compliant I feel. Why? you may ask. Well, I'll tell you...

First, they've gone to schools in this district since we moved here in '99, lived at the same address, had the same phone number, God, I've even had the same momvan; but every damn year, I fill out the same damn forms, and I don't understand why they can't save it, print it, send it home for corrections if needed. I spend the better part of a day filling out forms I fill out every year.

Second, the main form has gotten ridiculously intrusive in a year when 30,000+ illegal alien kids are attending school with no personal records at all. Not only that, but the school districts are REQUIRED to admit them without any info and aren't allowed to ask for it. However, I get harassing phone calls and notes, the latest of which informed me that "without registration information, your daughters will not officially be registered students of *ISD and will be considered truant. Please return the forms filled out  in entirety to be legally compliant." FUCK. YOU.

When we started here, the basics needed were shot records (don't get me started), birth certificate (you know, legal citizen), and proof of county residency. That was it, and you're in. This year, I filled out FIVE federal forms on race, citizenship, migrant status, homelessness, and school lunch qualification. Each one required Social Security Numbers for both girls and guardians. How do illegals do this? And the main registration form, the one I'm disobediently holding, requires SSN, legal address, mailing address; my SSN, and the make, model, color and license plate of my vehicle plus driver's license number if I plan on driving on campus to drop off and pick up, their dad's same info, and the car info and DL number of any friend or family member who could ever possibly drive their vehicle on school grounds. So far, I'm holding out on all the driver info, none of their fucking business, and SSN numbers. When it comes to race, I leave it blank to cause more work. At the bottom of every form asking for race, there's a note informing you that school personnel will "observe the child and make an assessment of race". I'm so tempted to send them to school in black face.

So, my protest, as soon as every illegal alien "kid" provides this info with all their illegal alien family members' driver info and SSNs, I'll come into compliance.

Fuck Obama.

Oooo! A cookie!

I am that close

Aw, hell

You know that firey thingy?

Congratulations wirecutter!

Ken Lane, aka wirecutter for the few souls who don't know, is about to hit 10 million on his blog. Sometime in the next hour or so, some lucky person will be the 10 millionth visitor to Knuckledraggin' My Life Away, and get absolutely NOTHING but the pleasure of Ken's evil genius. 

And it will probably be some hapless housewife like me, who saw a link on a much classier blog ~coughTheLonelyLibertariancough~  and clicked on it to be whisked away through the cyberlinks to be assaulted by a great big MILFY cameltoe. Hope she stays long enough to see what an amazing Patriot and True Man he really is. Congratulations, my friend! I'm glad I stayed.

Halloween 2014

Truly one of my favorite holidays, I love dressing up and going spooking. I was a zombie Old West bar girl last year. Classic. I was a French Maid a couple of years ago. On my travels through Walmart this morning, I found a camouflage feather boa; camo bustier and garters, olive fishnets and combat boots and I'm set. Or this. I could have SO MUCH FUN with this:

OMG! My mom shops there!

Exthinct

Monday Afternoon Musical Interlude

Find someone to carry you

A fellow Patriot turned me on to Firefly a couple of years ago. Yeah, I know, what the hell was wrong with me that I'd never heard of it? But, I made up for lost time. I watched the first episode on Netflix, then several hours later, I was emotionally drained and totally obsessed. I had a character with whom I strongly identified (those of you who are Brown Coats can guess which one), I had a favorite crush (hint, I had the hots for him as Animal Mother), and I had a favorite quote. I bawled so hard at that episode, you know, wracking snotty nose snobs. It was a time when I felt lower than low, heartbroken and completely ready to give up. But I had friends who offered to carry me, and that makes all the difference in the world.

I can't recall a single time when a Patriot was in serious need that the Patriot community didn't rally to their aid. And I think it's because Patriots embrace that ideal. You run under your own steam until you can't, and then you walk as far as you can; and when you can't walk, you crawl. And when you absolutely can't crawl anymore? You reach out to your brothers and sisters, knowing as sure as the sun comes up in the East, someone will be there to carry you. Why do we know this? Because we know we'd do the same for anyone else who needed it. We know. 

I want to thank wirecutter for linking my post on Steve and Rose Vanderhoff. I had quite a few hits and responses on it on my own, but Ken linking me quadrupled the hits in a few hours and also the offers of help for the Vanderhoffs. I'm not amazed, but I am blessed to know such good and true people. Patriots.  Thank each and every one of you, and special thanks to wirecutter. You make me proud to be an American Patriot.