Sunday, January 13, 2019

A rant about city politics

WARNING:  I am ranting so I may not make sense to anyone. It just feels good to get it off my chest.

Last year (2018) was not the best. Sure, we're all fine - my marriage, my adult children - finances - health - we're all doing fine. It was not a good year for my community and surrounding communities which, affects everyone in some way or another. Everyone is still hurting in some way. Many of us are not looking forward to a similar type of summer. I LOVE summer but get a sick feeling in my stomach, when I think of wildfires and smoke. Doesn't help that our homeowner's insurance sent us a notice that they will not be renewing us in June. Thankfully we have time to search for a new policy but I do fear, it will cost us. I want it to stay winter for longer this year.

Every day, our local news is reporting on the aftermath of all the fires in our communities. Many of the survivors of the Camp Fire moved to my town, which is all fine and dandy but we have our own Carr, Delta and Herz fire survivors. Many of the homeowners are choosing NOT to rebuild. This City, can't even cut these people a deal on their building fees.  So it's better to just buy a new home in town, rather than put up with all the regulations and building fees.

We have quite a homeless problem. Now I really hate to use the word, "homeless." because these people are criminals. They live in these tent cities on our sidewalks in town. They frighten people off the hiking trails and are polluting the river and waterways with their trash and feces. Many of them are drug addicts, sex offenders, and pedophiles.

YET, when you attend a city council meeting, the Homeless advocacy groups are there to paint us a different picture of these folks. They bring in people, who are homeless, but not the ones I am talking about. They are playing a game with us all - WE'RE NOT TALKING ABOUT THEM! Why won't they listen to us? Many of the advocacy groups that flood our city council, do not even live here. They drive up from San Francisco or Sacramento. They leave the comforts of their urban home, drive up in their zero-emissions electric car that many here cannot afford and they tell us, we are bigots, hateful, blah blah blah.

I have really CHANGED. I grew up in San Francisco and in that urbanite, elitist jungle. Yeah and maybe even I used to think that the small towns and rural areas needed our expertise on their problems. I know I didn't understand rural California at all. Just that it was a nice place to go on vacation, but you really wouldn't want to live here. Now, almost 11 years later - I am here and I love it. The people are friendly - and now, I don't even like to go back into the bay area. It's all changed. The locals have and are moving away and it's now all snobby elitists. My friends that are struggling to stay or who are homeowners, hate it.

Okay back to what I was saying:

So the city decided to PAY out and place signs in these areas, prohibiting overnight camping on public walkways and parks. We get this:



Not one person is going to know these penal codes or even bother to look them up PLUS, nowhere is the wording PROHIBITED. From the looks of it, all are welcome from dawn to dusk and it is ambiguous regarding camping, use of fire pits etc.

Obviously a major TYPO. Within hours it was taken down.




I thought I would stay away from National Politics and concentrate more on local politics. City politics are not much better.

Saturday, January 12, 2019

Happy 2019 - yeah right!




Sometimes my mind is unable to comprehend all the hate, the ignorance, and divide in this country. I don't know how it is where you live, but in my area, everyone is restless and divided. You say something and people no longer make a comment - no, you're in for a diatribe of their opinion, and of course, YOU ARE WRONG.

There are no absolutes. Not one political party is absolutely correct. Sure they think they are and the people who belong to them, really believe their party is the end all.

I am so glad I have always been a skeptic. I don't TRUST any of them. Come on, they have their own agendas. They all lie. I am in the minority. Heck, even my husband and I don't agree on every political issue. It's 50/50. Some issues we agree to disagree and leave it at that.

No one is truly happy anymore. The American dream is not what it used to be.

I'm starting to get an ATTITUDE about everything that is going on. Most people BUG the hell out of me. Sometimes I just want to scream, "I don't give a F--k anymore." 

I just don't know anymore...

So, this is how I am feeling these days.




Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Marine Corp Ball




Saturday evening we attended the Marine Corp Ball. It was held at our local Ranchera's Casino and Resort. Over 300 in attendance.

Everyone all dressed to the nines - (the Old English saying “dressed to the eyes,” which, because Old English was weird, was written as “dressed to then eyne.” The thinking goes that someone at some point heard “then eyne” and mistook it for “the nine” or “the nines.”)

Many good-looking young men.

I checked out what the other women were wearing who was in my age group - OLD. Heck, I could have dressed in more comfort if I had listened to my gut. My feet were killing me; even when I sat, they throbbed. No dancing for me which was a bummer since I do enjoy dancing. Heck, just walking across the busy dining room to the restrooms, was an effort. Then I come home to find, that I still had crumbled up paper in both toes of my shoes - really crammed in there and I obviously didn't notice. No wonder my toes were cramping!

Sorry, no pictures.

Earlier in the day, I had my hair done in a nice french braid. That looked nice, and the gal only charged me $10. What a deal.

The men at this event - young and old, very proud and at every table, they are talking about their service. Not the nitty gritty though - you never hear them talk about that. Just the funny stuff. Like boot camp, and bar fights. These days, it's not just the guys - so many young women and old women who are Marines. We have this one lady Marine at the Veterans Home, who is 103.

The food was okay - you really don't go for the food. You go for that special comrade. Only a few, understand the jokes and the commitment.

My husband is NOT a Marine and had to affectionately endue the jokes from the Marines, and other branches that were there, regarding the Navy and Coast Guard. Puddle Pirates which then someone yells back, "Muscle Always Required, Intelligence Not Essential". Then it starts -
"ravenous crayon eaters" and "window lickers". I don't get it either! Then there is the “Chair Force.” Overall, Air Force related jokes center around how they are prima donnas. The "Never Again Volunteer Yourself" is one acronym sailors use, or Squids. My husband mentioned he served on 2 cutters and 2 icebreakers and the Marine says, "“Awww the Coast Guard does have cute Cutters."

Deep down they all care for one another. And only within the services can joke like that.

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