First a personal note: Audrey bought three cans of dog food for the abandoned kittens yesterday, and today, while putting out a can, I saw two black kittens. I got back into the car and waited and two kittens came out of the brush to the can of dog food. Apparently, predators have killed at least three. There was also an o'possum killed on the same bridge where the two young raccoons were hit last week. Audrey's friend, Miss Contrary, runs a thrift shop by the S&S store in Worthington Springs. She takes in donated clothes and other things and sells them. Yesterday, she had a unopened box that somoeone had given her. Two customers asked if they could open the box to see what was in it. She said yes, they did, and a small rattlesnake slithered out. It went to a window, apparently seeking the heat or thiking it was an escape route. Miss Contrary called the cops, and a cop came and killed the snake with a stick. She then put out two dozen mothballs around the store to keep out snakes. Audrey warned her that mothballs did not smell good and would not attract customers. Miss Contrary asked, " What would they rather do - be bitten by a rattlesnake?" No, Miss Contrary, they would rather quickly leave your shop and thereby not buy anything. On the west side of our house there is a border of tal grass about two feet wide. The pumphouse is also on the west side of the house, and as I was walking to it to turn off the water for the horses and goats this morning, I noticed that a black snake had slithered into the two foot wide border of tall grass, but he had forgotten his tail. Almost a foot of his tail was poking out of the tall grass on the mowed part of the lawn. The same thing happened last week when a lined snake went into the grass but forgot about a foot or so of his tail, leaving it completely exposed.
On "The O'Reilly Factor" last nigh, Bill O'Reilly noted that the word "privacy" was becoming code for "abortion." He also said that pro-abortion women were demanding "privacy" about what they do to their babies before they were born and after they were born. But the man who says he is "definitely looking out for you" apparently doesn't include young children because he said nothing more. Mothers do not have the "privacy" to kill their newly born children. That is murder. And Bill O'Reilly should have had the guts to say so. This is a perfect example of evil - abortions - being unchecked and leading to something even more evil - murder of young children. With humans, things are never enough. They always want more eventually. It wasn't enough that women were allowed to kill their babies before they were born, now they want the "privacy" - a non-courageous word, isn't it? - to be able to kill their young children. Next they will want the "privacy" to kill senior citizens and the disabled.
On Fox News this morning, a reporter in Pennsylvania said that the priests in that state were going to read a letter about abortion from the Archbishop. I hope he will have the guts to recognize what women and their doctors are doing to young children and speak out against it. It seems Alice-in-Wonderlike to me that Americans have degenerated to such a degree that the non-degenerates must speak out against murder.Again, if you won't report a baby being left alone until he dies to the police and social services, call me at 352-316-3337. I will try to save her. Please have as much information as possible including the city, state, hospital's name, and room number where the child has been left to die. What has happened to my America? Answer: The collectivists have it! Collectivists do not value the sanctity of the individual.
Two-Guns at peternickerson12@yahoo.com
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
62. If Children Being Killed, Call Me.
It is frustrating that Americans are not aware of Barack Obama voting down a bill in the Illinois legislature not, repeat, not to allow newly-born children to be abused until they died. I am confident that if individuals did know this, they would turn away from Obama. If they didn't, God help us for we would have a nation of pscychopaths! In at least one session of the Illinois legislature, Obama stood up and urged that doctors and nurses be allowed to abuse newly born children to death because he said they would be "a burden on the doctor and the mother." He was the only one so demented and shameless to stand up and orate like a reincarnated Hitler.
I do not understand how American citizens, these newly born children, are being killed, and no one is doing anything about it except trying to pass bills not to allow them to be killed. Murder is already illegal with no statue of limitations. Has anyone tried to call the child protective services division of the local social services departments in the towns and cities where these killings have taken place?
I know that employees are too often dancing bears that shuffle to whatever their supervisors play because they are financially oveextended and desperately want to kep their jobs. Still, can't you sneak out and make an anonymous call to social services about a child being abused in some closet at the hospital? They accept anonymous calls all the time. Can't you call 911, and tell them anonymously that a murder is taking place and where? If you think you can't for any reason including the fear that the police will backtrack your phone call, I am offering Audrey's phone number (I've lost my cell phone). That number is 352-316-3335. You can call me, and I will make the calls to the police and social services. Of course, I will blog about the experiences here, and will do my best to get public awareness of this fascist operation being supported by Barack Obama. I am not just some Joe Six-Pack in this area. I have a master's degree in rehabilitation counseling and a master's degree in social work. I have been published, sole author, in two major counseling journals. I have been a rehabilitation counselor, a county social worker, and a city social services director, and a case manager for the chronically mentally ill. Please call me and put me on the track of a newly-born child being abused in a hospital until he is dead. I also have a philosophy major from William and Mary so I'll be very comfortable going up against any sick fascist who thinks he has a right to kill humans because they are - as Barack Obama orated - "a burden on the doctor and mother."
I did not have access to a car until Sunday evening and wasn't able to feed the kittens until then. But they did have a plastic bag full of dry dog food which I found all gone Sunday evening. I also had the pleasure of seeing an anhinga - water turkey - at the New River bridge in Worthington Springs. This was the first time I had seen one there.
Two-Guns at peternickerson12@yahoo.com.
I do not understand how American citizens, these newly born children, are being killed, and no one is doing anything about it except trying to pass bills not to allow them to be killed. Murder is already illegal with no statue of limitations. Has anyone tried to call the child protective services division of the local social services departments in the towns and cities where these killings have taken place?
I know that employees are too often dancing bears that shuffle to whatever their supervisors play because they are financially oveextended and desperately want to kep their jobs. Still, can't you sneak out and make an anonymous call to social services about a child being abused in some closet at the hospital? They accept anonymous calls all the time. Can't you call 911, and tell them anonymously that a murder is taking place and where? If you think you can't for any reason including the fear that the police will backtrack your phone call, I am offering Audrey's phone number (I've lost my cell phone). That number is 352-316-3335. You can call me, and I will make the calls to the police and social services. Of course, I will blog about the experiences here, and will do my best to get public awareness of this fascist operation being supported by Barack Obama. I am not just some Joe Six-Pack in this area. I have a master's degree in rehabilitation counseling and a master's degree in social work. I have been published, sole author, in two major counseling journals. I have been a rehabilitation counselor, a county social worker, and a city social services director, and a case manager for the chronically mentally ill. Please call me and put me on the track of a newly-born child being abused in a hospital until he is dead. I also have a philosophy major from William and Mary so I'll be very comfortable going up against any sick fascist who thinks he has a right to kill humans because they are - as Barack Obama orated - "a burden on the doctor and mother."
I did not have access to a car until Sunday evening and wasn't able to feed the kittens until then. But they did have a plastic bag full of dry dog food which I found all gone Sunday evening. I also had the pleasure of seeing an anhinga - water turkey - at the New River bridge in Worthington Springs. This was the first time I had seen one there.
Two-Guns at peternickerson12@yahoo.com.
Friday, September 26, 2008
61. At Least One Kitten Alive
This morning I happened to glance out a back window and saw a red-tailed hawk cruising by. The sun caught the red tail, and it was a beautiful sight. Later, I checked on the kitten site and first found all the food from yesterday eaten, and then I saw a little black kitten toddling off into the brush. I am calling to them each day in hopes that they will learn to recognize my voice and know that I am bringing food. Again, I peed to leave a man-scent trail that I hope will scare kitten-eating predators off. There were two half-grown raccoons dead from being hit by vehicles last night on a bridge near one of my panther food stations. The youngsters may have been at the food station and then wandered onto the bridge and had nowhere to go when vehicles approached. I will back my food station farther away from the bridge.
Last night, I saw something that made me want to spit at the television screen. I was watching one of the Drury brothers and another bowhunter, it could have been his brother, hunting out of a ground blind. It was raining, but the hunters remarked that as soon as the rain started they were sure they would see deer. Sure enough, when the rain started a doe and her fawn came into the field. One hunter shot and killed the mother deer. Then a doe and two fawns came out into the field, and the other hunter shot and killed the mother. These fawns are known as "yearlings," but all that means is that they were born that year. They are not even a year old. I was angry that three fawns were being left to fend for themselves. I don't see how they are going to cope successfully with predators like coyotes, dogs, bobcats, and panthers. The two hunters were congratulating themselves on knowing that deer would come out into the field after the rain. Of course, mother deer would bring their fawns out. The fawns were wet and hungry; they had to eat. I did not expect hunters to shoot the fawns' mothers.
After I calmed down, I wondered if I were wrong: Would fawns make it through the winter without Mother? I wondered if there were studies, but then also wondered if you could believe the studies. Employees are just dancing bears; they shuffle around to whatever tune their bosses play. It is a very rare employee who will tell something else than what his boss wants him to say. At hand, I know of only one - a Federal game biologist in south Florida who said that development is continuing in south Florida despite the panther being an endangered species, and the Florida panthers there are being jeopardized by that development. This biologist was also in the process of being fired, and you can be sure that at least some of the development interests were behind it. There need to be Paul Revere rewards for people who tell the truth as employees and suffer demotion or termination because of telling the truth. The rewards should be very high as they will most probably find it very difficult to find employment after that. Who wants to hire a Paul Revere? That is why there is the adage, "Virtue is its own reward."
Two-Guns at peternickerson12@yahoo.com
Last night, I saw something that made me want to spit at the television screen. I was watching one of the Drury brothers and another bowhunter, it could have been his brother, hunting out of a ground blind. It was raining, but the hunters remarked that as soon as the rain started they were sure they would see deer. Sure enough, when the rain started a doe and her fawn came into the field. One hunter shot and killed the mother deer. Then a doe and two fawns came out into the field, and the other hunter shot and killed the mother. These fawns are known as "yearlings," but all that means is that they were born that year. They are not even a year old. I was angry that three fawns were being left to fend for themselves. I don't see how they are going to cope successfully with predators like coyotes, dogs, bobcats, and panthers. The two hunters were congratulating themselves on knowing that deer would come out into the field after the rain. Of course, mother deer would bring their fawns out. The fawns were wet and hungry; they had to eat. I did not expect hunters to shoot the fawns' mothers.
After I calmed down, I wondered if I were wrong: Would fawns make it through the winter without Mother? I wondered if there were studies, but then also wondered if you could believe the studies. Employees are just dancing bears; they shuffle around to whatever tune their bosses play. It is a very rare employee who will tell something else than what his boss wants him to say. At hand, I know of only one - a Federal game biologist in south Florida who said that development is continuing in south Florida despite the panther being an endangered species, and the Florida panthers there are being jeopardized by that development. This biologist was also in the process of being fired, and you can be sure that at least some of the development interests were behind it. There need to be Paul Revere rewards for people who tell the truth as employees and suffer demotion or termination because of telling the truth. The rewards should be very high as they will most probably find it very difficult to find employment after that. Who wants to hire a Paul Revere? That is why there is the adage, "Virtue is its own reward."
Two-Guns at peternickerson12@yahoo.com
Thursday, September 25, 2008
60. Toastmaster's Panther, Skunk Ape Sighting
Air-conditioning has come to America's sub-tropics! The morning was cool, and the blue jays had broken their silence and were enthusiastically calling as they flitted about the tree-tops. Last Saturday, the horses had drunk a recod tub and half of the second bucket in a twelve hour period. This morning the tub was only half empty, and the second bucket was untouched.
Yesterday, I talked to a man who had a friend while he was in the Army, back in 1985, who swore that he saw a skunk ape when he was twelve years old. His parents had a cabin on a creek off Lake Charles in Louisianna. They were at the cabin, and one evening dined on oysters and barbeque. That night, after retiring, the family heard some scuffling noises, got up, opened the door, and saw a skunk ape going through the opened oysters on the ground by the campfire. The man said the creature weighed about 200 pounds. The family quickly closed the door, and that was the end of the story.
Ellen Dube, the president of the Gainesville Toastmaster's Club, told us this story last Thursday in her speech about family roots: Her grandfather was walking through the woods in Stuart, Florida, near Vero Beach, and started to walk up a log when he looked up and saw a panther at the other end of the log. The panther was menancing, and all Grandfather had was a knife. But in the make-do spirit of the old pioneers, he used the knife to fight the panther when the creature sprang at him. He did kill the panther, but one hand, probably the hand that he tried to hold the panther off with as he stabbed the panther was mangled and was useless the rest of his life. Ellen did not know the color of the panther, but I will bet it was a black one as they are the fiercest which is supported by the over 500 panther sightings I have collected in the last ten years.
Today at Toastmaster's, I opened up during the extemporaneous speech section of the meeting, blaming the Democrats in Congress for the securities crisis. I named Barney Frank and Chuck Shummer and related their parts in opposing President Bush's attempts and Senator McCain's attempt to set up an oversight agency for Fanny Mae and Freddie Mac. When I finished, I got a very short applause. In addition to my fear of public speaking, I fear trying to speak in a hostile enviroment. This is why I quit the last Toastmaster's Club, the Gator Toastmasters, on the campus of the University of Florida. The membership appeared to be very liberal. You could tell from the speeches of the members, and the reception that I got as a Libertarian-Republican. However, today several male members came up after the meeting and congratulated me on my little speech. That was reassuring.
Early last summer, I read part of "Shadow Warriors" by Kenneth Timmerman, who wrote,"In closed door testimony before a House International Relations Committee Subcommittee in the fall of 2003, then Undersecretary of State John Bolton cited a half-dozen additional classified cables that pronounced more details on this ratline into Syria. The reports Bolton cited had been culled from nearly two dozen citings of convoys (presumably bearing WMDs from Iraq into Syria - Two-Guns' parenthesis). We thought these six or seven reports were credible," a Bolton aide said. "But the U.S. intelligence community tried to discount virtually all of them." page 128
Let me -Two-Guns- explain that the author told this story as just one of many examples of Democratic employees doing almost anything they could to make sure President George Bush would not look good. To me, this pointed out a great weakness Bush had. He was too detached. He thought that because he issued policy, all federal employees would follow policy. He didn't take into account that most of employees were Democrats and against him. If you want policy to work, you have to be sure the people involved in policy are with you. Bush was too detached. He should have been riding his trail bike from desk to desk making sure his employees were implementing his policies and not sabotaging them. Many did the latter.Two-Guns at peternickerson
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Yesterday, I talked to a man who had a friend while he was in the Army, back in 1985, who swore that he saw a skunk ape when he was twelve years old. His parents had a cabin on a creek off Lake Charles in Louisianna. They were at the cabin, and one evening dined on oysters and barbeque. That night, after retiring, the family heard some scuffling noises, got up, opened the door, and saw a skunk ape going through the opened oysters on the ground by the campfire. The man said the creature weighed about 200 pounds. The family quickly closed the door, and that was the end of the story.
Ellen Dube, the president of the Gainesville Toastmaster's Club, told us this story last Thursday in her speech about family roots: Her grandfather was walking through the woods in Stuart, Florida, near Vero Beach, and started to walk up a log when he looked up and saw a panther at the other end of the log. The panther was menancing, and all Grandfather had was a knife. But in the make-do spirit of the old pioneers, he used the knife to fight the panther when the creature sprang at him. He did kill the panther, but one hand, probably the hand that he tried to hold the panther off with as he stabbed the panther was mangled and was useless the rest of his life. Ellen did not know the color of the panther, but I will bet it was a black one as they are the fiercest which is supported by the over 500 panther sightings I have collected in the last ten years.
Today at Toastmaster's, I opened up during the extemporaneous speech section of the meeting, blaming the Democrats in Congress for the securities crisis. I named Barney Frank and Chuck Shummer and related their parts in opposing President Bush's attempts and Senator McCain's attempt to set up an oversight agency for Fanny Mae and Freddie Mac. When I finished, I got a very short applause. In addition to my fear of public speaking, I fear trying to speak in a hostile enviroment. This is why I quit the last Toastmaster's Club, the Gator Toastmasters, on the campus of the University of Florida. The membership appeared to be very liberal. You could tell from the speeches of the members, and the reception that I got as a Libertarian-Republican. However, today several male members came up after the meeting and congratulated me on my little speech. That was reassuring.
Early last summer, I read part of "Shadow Warriors" by Kenneth Timmerman, who wrote,"In closed door testimony before a House International Relations Committee Subcommittee in the fall of 2003, then Undersecretary of State John Bolton cited a half-dozen additional classified cables that pronounced more details on this ratline into Syria. The reports Bolton cited had been culled from nearly two dozen citings of convoys (presumably bearing WMDs from Iraq into Syria - Two-Guns' parenthesis). We thought these six or seven reports were credible," a Bolton aide said. "But the U.S. intelligence community tried to discount virtually all of them." page 128
Let me -Two-Guns- explain that the author told this story as just one of many examples of Democratic employees doing almost anything they could to make sure President George Bush would not look good. To me, this pointed out a great weakness Bush had. He was too detached. He thought that because he issued policy, all federal employees would follow policy. He didn't take into account that most of employees were Democrats and against him. If you want policy to work, you have to be sure the people involved in policy are with you. Bush was too detached. He should have been riding his trail bike from desk to desk making sure his employees were implementing his policies and not sabotaging them. Many did the latter.Two-Guns at peternickerson
12@yahoo.com
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
59. Mother Cat Gone, Black Panther Story
One of our dogs is a rescued part-blue heeler. I have heard they are called that because they are always with you. Certainly, this dog is; when I sit or sleep, she is right next to me. But the other day, she really earned her name. I was sitting on the edge of the bed getting my socks on. As usual, she was lying right by my feet. At one point, I lifted my left heel, and she immediately pushed her head under it.
Some of the canned dog food was eaten at the cat site, so I put out another can. Maybe the kittens are nearby. I must remember to pee around the site to try to keep away predators. The body of the mother cat is gone, and I checked the spot where she had lain to try to make sure vultures hadn't eaten her. I saw no evidence of her body being torn apart. Of course, she was small enough that they or any predator could have carried her off, but I am going for the most positive possibilty: the white-haired gentleman took her home and buried her.
In my black panther story, I stopped where the serious-looking hunter told me of seeing a black panther racing up a tram right on the Gulf of Mexico. Then Wendy assured me that several hunters had reported seeing black panthers in the game management area. We talked until it became dark, and the last diehard hunters had gome out of the gloomy jungle-woods. Two of these hunters confirmed that they had seen black panthers in the area. One of them glanced over at the buck Hawkeye had killed, a spike buck, meaning it had a single antler on each side, and mentioned how long he thought the spike was. I disagreed, so we all walked over to the tailgate of the F-150, and one hunter took out his tape measure. The hunter was exactly right to the inch. I was impressed by his both his eyesight, as it was dark, and his judgement. This man was a skilled woodsman, and if he said he saw a black panther, I believed him. Wendy promised that she would ask "the game commission men," - the game wardens- who were always dropping by to check on her about black panthers. She could see that I was very puzzled about what these animals were and wanted to learn more about them.
I went back to the hunt club the next week and stopped by to talk to Wendy. She had asked the game wardens about the black panthers, and their response made me think there was something big going on here, and they were trying to hush it up. The game wardens told her that there was no such thing as a black panther, and if the hunters kept reporting sightings of "panthers," they would have to close the game management area to hunting to protect the panthers. Of course, you see the lie here: the hunters weren't reporting seeing "panthers" but "black panthers," and if black panthers didn't exist, why should game wardens close the hunting area to protect something that didn't exist? Something big was going on. As Director of Social Services for Williamsburg, Virginia, I had been an officer of the court just as game wardens are officers of the court. I took my duties very seriously and never lied. Officers of the court lying as the game wardens obviously were doing was something very new and disquieting to me, the idealist, as was their threatening innocent, honest hunters with closing their hunting area if they didn't keep quiet about what they were seeing.
Two-Guns at peternickerson12@yahoo.com.
Some of the canned dog food was eaten at the cat site, so I put out another can. Maybe the kittens are nearby. I must remember to pee around the site to try to keep away predators. The body of the mother cat is gone, and I checked the spot where she had lain to try to make sure vultures hadn't eaten her. I saw no evidence of her body being torn apart. Of course, she was small enough that they or any predator could have carried her off, but I am going for the most positive possibilty: the white-haired gentleman took her home and buried her.
In my black panther story, I stopped where the serious-looking hunter told me of seeing a black panther racing up a tram right on the Gulf of Mexico. Then Wendy assured me that several hunters had reported seeing black panthers in the game management area. We talked until it became dark, and the last diehard hunters had gome out of the gloomy jungle-woods. Two of these hunters confirmed that they had seen black panthers in the area. One of them glanced over at the buck Hawkeye had killed, a spike buck, meaning it had a single antler on each side, and mentioned how long he thought the spike was. I disagreed, so we all walked over to the tailgate of the F-150, and one hunter took out his tape measure. The hunter was exactly right to the inch. I was impressed by his both his eyesight, as it was dark, and his judgement. This man was a skilled woodsman, and if he said he saw a black panther, I believed him. Wendy promised that she would ask "the game commission men," - the game wardens- who were always dropping by to check on her about black panthers. She could see that I was very puzzled about what these animals were and wanted to learn more about them.
I went back to the hunt club the next week and stopped by to talk to Wendy. She had asked the game wardens about the black panthers, and their response made me think there was something big going on here, and they were trying to hush it up. The game wardens told her that there was no such thing as a black panther, and if the hunters kept reporting sightings of "panthers," they would have to close the game management area to hunting to protect the panthers. Of course, you see the lie here: the hunters weren't reporting seeing "panthers" but "black panthers," and if black panthers didn't exist, why should game wardens close the hunting area to protect something that didn't exist? Something big was going on. As Director of Social Services for Williamsburg, Virginia, I had been an officer of the court just as game wardens are officers of the court. I took my duties very seriously and never lied. Officers of the court lying as the game wardens obviously were doing was something very new and disquieting to me, the idealist, as was their threatening innocent, honest hunters with closing their hunting area if they didn't keep quiet about what they were seeing.
Two-Guns at peternickerson12@yahoo.com.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
58. No Cats, Obama Killing Babies
I fed and watered the horses, kept Pepper off Odessa's feed pan, picked up some fallen tree limbs, and hanged a load of laundry this morning without breaking into a sweat for the first time in months. Hurray! Fall is beginning. Audrey and I went to the cat site and found no cats there. I put out a can of dog food and milk. Either they moved because of the trauma of loosing their mother yesterday or they've already been wiped out. I think it is the former because there was almost half of the meat from the can of dog food from yesterday still there.
Years ago, I had a similar experience with kittens at one of my panther feeding stations. Several kittens came to it, and I started feeding them. They had no mother, and were protecting themselves as well as possible by hiding behind big, fallen tree limbs and anything else on the ground. They were very wary and hid as soon as I appeared. I thought they were doing a good job of concealment at first, but it quickly became obvious that they weren't: one kitten a night was disappearing.
After the third or fourth kitten disappeared, a little miracle happened for the last remaining kitten came out of hiding, approached me, and went around and around my feet, mewing pitifully. Obviously, she was begging for help. She knew that night she would be next to be killed. Fortunately, I had met a guy in High Springs who had a number of cats. He claimed that one of his cats had taken up with a black panther that visited their property and had gone off with the panther for a couple of months before returning. He said he had pictures of the black panther, but there were none when I visited him. He couldn't find them nor could he show me the cat who had become friends with the panther. She was missing. Of course, he could have shown me any cat, and I wouldn't be able to tell the difference so maybe his story was true.
The man and his brother lived in the trailer along with children from the man's previous marriage. There must have been at least twenty cats. I drove over to his home, told him the situation, got his okay, went back from the kitten and left her at this man's home.
I am sure you have heard about Hillalry Clinton refusing to be at an anti-Ahamaminejad rally planned for today in New York. He as president of Iran will be spewing his insanities at the United Nations today. When Hillary learned Sarah Palin would be there, she chickened out. I think she did not want to be contrasted with the genuiness, vitality, and attractiveness of Sarah. When The Washington Insider, Joe Biden, refused to go, Obama got dirty: He notified the Jews who were planning the rally, that they either had to un-invite Sarah or cancel the rally. If they didn't cancel the rally, he would go after their tax-exempt status which means they would have to use a tremedous amount of money going to lawyers to defend themselves in court. Not having that kind of money, they cancelled the rally. Another low blow by the Born Baby Killer.
Last night on Hannity and Colmes, Karl Rove appeared. The lying liberal, Allan Colmes, asked Karl Rove something like, "You don't really believe that Barack Obama could be guilty of infanticide do you?"
Karl sidestepped by answering, "I have talked to pro-life people, and they say Obama should not have voted against the Born Baby Protection Act, and he voted against it four times." So a little more attention is being paid to what the Born Baby Killer did in Illinois. If he did it to the most innocent of us, new-born babies, why wouldn't he do it to us senior citizens?
It also was discussed how Obama and the Washington Bomber, Bill Ayers, had worked hand in hand to defeat a 1997-8 Ilinois Juvenile Crime Bill. The Born Baby Killer has such nice friends and nice causes!
You remember how he ducked the question from a reporter,"At what point is a baby entitled to human rights?" His reply was something like, "That's beyond my pay grade." But that's a lie because when he supported killing new-born babies, he was saying indirectly that even newly-born babies have no rights. He was saying that American citizens then have no rights. That is entirely within the context of communism or any other form of statism for they all posit that the the individual has no inherent rights, but only the rights that the government gives her, if any. You want this kind of monster deciding your fate, especially if you have a major accident or illness or when you get old and start being "a burden" on the state-controlled medical resources? Like the little babies in Illinois, do you want Obama putting you into a cold room without clothing, food, or drink until you died? Surely, Obama supporters aren't that insane.
Years ago, I had a similar experience with kittens at one of my panther feeding stations. Several kittens came to it, and I started feeding them. They had no mother, and were protecting themselves as well as possible by hiding behind big, fallen tree limbs and anything else on the ground. They were very wary and hid as soon as I appeared. I thought they were doing a good job of concealment at first, but it quickly became obvious that they weren't: one kitten a night was disappearing.
After the third or fourth kitten disappeared, a little miracle happened for the last remaining kitten came out of hiding, approached me, and went around and around my feet, mewing pitifully. Obviously, she was begging for help. She knew that night she would be next to be killed. Fortunately, I had met a guy in High Springs who had a number of cats. He claimed that one of his cats had taken up with a black panther that visited their property and had gone off with the panther for a couple of months before returning. He said he had pictures of the black panther, but there were none when I visited him. He couldn't find them nor could he show me the cat who had become friends with the panther. She was missing. Of course, he could have shown me any cat, and I wouldn't be able to tell the difference so maybe his story was true.
The man and his brother lived in the trailer along with children from the man's previous marriage. There must have been at least twenty cats. I drove over to his home, told him the situation, got his okay, went back from the kitten and left her at this man's home.
I am sure you have heard about Hillalry Clinton refusing to be at an anti-Ahamaminejad rally planned for today in New York. He as president of Iran will be spewing his insanities at the United Nations today. When Hillary learned Sarah Palin would be there, she chickened out. I think she did not want to be contrasted with the genuiness, vitality, and attractiveness of Sarah. When The Washington Insider, Joe Biden, refused to go, Obama got dirty: He notified the Jews who were planning the rally, that they either had to un-invite Sarah or cancel the rally. If they didn't cancel the rally, he would go after their tax-exempt status which means they would have to use a tremedous amount of money going to lawyers to defend themselves in court. Not having that kind of money, they cancelled the rally. Another low blow by the Born Baby Killer.
Last night on Hannity and Colmes, Karl Rove appeared. The lying liberal, Allan Colmes, asked Karl Rove something like, "You don't really believe that Barack Obama could be guilty of infanticide do you?"
Karl sidestepped by answering, "I have talked to pro-life people, and they say Obama should not have voted against the Born Baby Protection Act, and he voted against it four times." So a little more attention is being paid to what the Born Baby Killer did in Illinois. If he did it to the most innocent of us, new-born babies, why wouldn't he do it to us senior citizens?
It also was discussed how Obama and the Washington Bomber, Bill Ayers, had worked hand in hand to defeat a 1997-8 Ilinois Juvenile Crime Bill. The Born Baby Killer has such nice friends and nice causes!
You remember how he ducked the question from a reporter,"At what point is a baby entitled to human rights?" His reply was something like, "That's beyond my pay grade." But that's a lie because when he supported killing new-born babies, he was saying indirectly that even newly-born babies have no rights. He was saying that American citizens then have no rights. That is entirely within the context of communism or any other form of statism for they all posit that the the individual has no inherent rights, but only the rights that the government gives her, if any. You want this kind of monster deciding your fate, especially if you have a major accident or illness or when you get old and start being "a burden" on the state-controlled medical resources? Like the little babies in Illinois, do you want Obama putting you into a cold room without clothing, food, or drink until you died? Surely, Obama supporters aren't that insane.
Monday, September 22, 2008
57. Death Of A Black Cat
At first, the evening was a success. I walked along the edge of an over-grown field with woods on the right, looking for where a good hunter would put a treestand. I had given Hawkeye my climbing treestand, and he had left it out in the woods for a year. Unlocked and unattended. Don't get me started. I found an opening in the thicket along the edge of the field, walked at few steps into the woods, and saw his treestand at the base of a tree. I figured out how to loosen the cable loops around the tree and carried the rig out of the woods. Behind me, Audrey called Hawkeye and told him I had the tree-stand. I was proud of being able to figure out where it would be and even remarked to Audrey, "Damn, I'm good."
On the way to get pizza, beer, and a movie for our Sunday night fun, I made a detour to look for panthers near the New River. I saw the head of a black pantherette and pulled ito the trail. There was a small, young black cat on the trail, and she quickly backed over to her five young black kittens when I approached.
She let me get within a few feet and still did not move as she was curled up with the kittens, protecting them. Another young black cat burst out of some bushes nearby and ran off into the jungle-woods. Perhaps that was the daddy, and some human trash had abandoned all seven down by the river. I left, went to one of my panther feeding stations, scooped up some dry dog food, and brough it back for the seven or so cats and kittens. Then Audrey and I proceeded to get our supplies. We drank two quarts of Bush, had a Dijorno pizza, and wathced National Geographic's "Neanderthal Code" on TV and then finished with a western movie, "Jericho." At 2 a.m., things started falling apart. I had parked the Four-Runner at Audrey's house, and when we drove her Malibu back to her house, I could not find the key. The Toyota was locked, but we searched her car and the ground around the Toyota. I had to drive her Malibu back to my house. There were lights on inside her car that I could not get turned off, and I tried to call her, but the replacement phone Hawkeye had loaned me did not work. Finally, I figured out that a back door was not shut tight, and when I fixed that, the lights went off. I read until 3 a.m., and the next afternoon we went back to the cats. We made three trips getting leftover chicken, then milk, and finally a piece of tarp for rain protection. Each time, the same little kitten came out to greet me and follow me around. He had crust around his right eye. After three trips, it dawned on me that I had canned dog food -Science Diet- that would be much easier for the kittens to eat. I had tried to teach the friendly kitten how to drink milk, but he was not buying into it and was not sure he should continue to be so friendly. Audrey and I came back with an opened can of dog food and another pie pan.
I was angry that Audrey wouldn't even get out of the car to see the cats. She has very little compassion for stray animals, often boasting how she how driven away starving, lost animals. However, most recently two labs had come into her yard, and both Audrey and her son had fed them and had not tried to chase them away. Audrey had benefited greatly from government checks from the taxpayers, and I don't know if she would have survived without them. She's essentially alone except for her son, Larry, receiving very little attention from other members of her family. You would think someone who had received so much from the government, meaning the taxpayers, would want to give back to lost and abandoned animals, but I don't know if Audrey can make that link. On the fourth trip, I got out of the car with the dog food and pan while Audrey remained inside. The mother cat was by the chicken leftovers with two kittens trying to nurse her. I wanted her to see what I had so I got quite close to her as I did yesterday. Out of the corner of my left eye, I could see a truck slowing down on the road as it approached us. Just then mother cat had all of my presence she could tolerate. She bolted, ran by the front of Audrey's car, into the road, and into the front, left wheel of the approaching truck. She lay quivering in the road. The truck stopped up the road, made a U-turn, and came back. Another truck with two young men in it stopped too. Suddenly a pool of dark, red blood formed around the mother cat, and then she was still. I began swearing and throwing my new McCain-Palin cap onto the hard-paved road. I asked the single man in the truck, "I suppose you couldn't stop?" I swallowed my anger, knowing it was not his fault and added, "She just bolted onto the road, didn't she?"
"I'm sorry. I was watching you and then she was on the road."
I opened his side door and asked, "Do you have a pistol we can be sure she's dead with?"
"No, I'm sorry."
"She's got five kittens, and they face a terrible death without her."
I asked the two men in the other truck, but they didn't volunteer a pistol either. They said they were sorry and drove on. They left me throwing my cap onto the hard-paved road. If I hadn't been so angry, I would have told them they were great Americans for stopping. I salute you, and I am terribly angry about stupidly getting too close to mother cat. It cost her life. It will cost the life of her young too unless the other mature cat takes care of them and will fight for them. I'll keep feeding them. I also peed in a line, trying to use my human scent to scare off predators. Damn it!
Two-Guns at peternickerson12@yahoo.com
On the way to get pizza, beer, and a movie for our Sunday night fun, I made a detour to look for panthers near the New River. I saw the head of a black pantherette and pulled ito the trail. There was a small, young black cat on the trail, and she quickly backed over to her five young black kittens when I approached.
She let me get within a few feet and still did not move as she was curled up with the kittens, protecting them. Another young black cat burst out of some bushes nearby and ran off into the jungle-woods. Perhaps that was the daddy, and some human trash had abandoned all seven down by the river. I left, went to one of my panther feeding stations, scooped up some dry dog food, and brough it back for the seven or so cats and kittens. Then Audrey and I proceeded to get our supplies. We drank two quarts of Bush, had a Dijorno pizza, and wathced National Geographic's "Neanderthal Code" on TV and then finished with a western movie, "Jericho." At 2 a.m., things started falling apart. I had parked the Four-Runner at Audrey's house, and when we drove her Malibu back to her house, I could not find the key. The Toyota was locked, but we searched her car and the ground around the Toyota. I had to drive her Malibu back to my house. There were lights on inside her car that I could not get turned off, and I tried to call her, but the replacement phone Hawkeye had loaned me did not work. Finally, I figured out that a back door was not shut tight, and when I fixed that, the lights went off. I read until 3 a.m., and the next afternoon we went back to the cats. We made three trips getting leftover chicken, then milk, and finally a piece of tarp for rain protection. Each time, the same little kitten came out to greet me and follow me around. He had crust around his right eye. After three trips, it dawned on me that I had canned dog food -Science Diet- that would be much easier for the kittens to eat. I had tried to teach the friendly kitten how to drink milk, but he was not buying into it and was not sure he should continue to be so friendly. Audrey and I came back with an opened can of dog food and another pie pan.
I was angry that Audrey wouldn't even get out of the car to see the cats. She has very little compassion for stray animals, often boasting how she how driven away starving, lost animals. However, most recently two labs had come into her yard, and both Audrey and her son had fed them and had not tried to chase them away. Audrey had benefited greatly from government checks from the taxpayers, and I don't know if she would have survived without them. She's essentially alone except for her son, Larry, receiving very little attention from other members of her family. You would think someone who had received so much from the government, meaning the taxpayers, would want to give back to lost and abandoned animals, but I don't know if Audrey can make that link. On the fourth trip, I got out of the car with the dog food and pan while Audrey remained inside. The mother cat was by the chicken leftovers with two kittens trying to nurse her. I wanted her to see what I had so I got quite close to her as I did yesterday. Out of the corner of my left eye, I could see a truck slowing down on the road as it approached us. Just then mother cat had all of my presence she could tolerate. She bolted, ran by the front of Audrey's car, into the road, and into the front, left wheel of the approaching truck. She lay quivering in the road. The truck stopped up the road, made a U-turn, and came back. Another truck with two young men in it stopped too. Suddenly a pool of dark, red blood formed around the mother cat, and then she was still. I began swearing and throwing my new McCain-Palin cap onto the hard-paved road. I asked the single man in the truck, "I suppose you couldn't stop?" I swallowed my anger, knowing it was not his fault and added, "She just bolted onto the road, didn't she?"
"I'm sorry. I was watching you and then she was on the road."
I opened his side door and asked, "Do you have a pistol we can be sure she's dead with?"
"No, I'm sorry."
"She's got five kittens, and they face a terrible death without her."
I asked the two men in the other truck, but they didn't volunteer a pistol either. They said they were sorry and drove on. They left me throwing my cap onto the hard-paved road. If I hadn't been so angry, I would have told them they were great Americans for stopping. I salute you, and I am terribly angry about stupidly getting too close to mother cat. It cost her life. It will cost the life of her young too unless the other mature cat takes care of them and will fight for them. I'll keep feeding them. I also peed in a line, trying to use my human scent to scare off predators. Damn it!
Two-Guns at peternickerson12@yahoo.com
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