Got to thinking about something the other night. You know how kids are always told that “Just because Mommy and Daddy are getting a divorce, it doesn’t mean we don’t love you”?

EVERYONE is always telling the kids that it’s not their fault and that the parents will always love them, yadda yadda.

Now, while I get that 99.9% of divorces are never the kids’ fault, I can’t stand it when people push that love lie.

What the hell is love anyway? People love their pets but they still take them to the shelter when life throws them a curve ball. People love their spouses until they don’t. And people love their kids while ripping apart the one earthly thing that has the greatest impact on their lives–their married parents.

Now, don’t get me wrong–I get that there are sadistic abusers out there who are dangerous. I have met some. If you love your kids, you would protect them from an abusive parent. (And don’t get me started on those co-dependent twit women who stay in abusive relationships, subjecting themselves and their children to the violent whims of an abusive asshole. That is for another day.)

But, generally divorces do not come about because Daddy hits Mommy. Most divorces are over finances. Don’t believe me? Look it up.

The other top reason is infidelity.

And don’t give me that crap that you still love your kids as you cheat on their mother or father. You owe those kids a decent and stable life, and if your kids aren’t worth the sacrifice of not getting your rocks off in someone else’s bed, well, then you’re a selfish jackass.

Is this a judgmental post? You betcha. But by God, if you are going to be selfish and destroy your marriage, at least own up to it, and be honest about the fact that you love yourself more than you love your kids.

It is about priorities. What does your life priority list look like?

Where does your emotional comfort fit in there? How about the emotional well- being of your kids? Where does your career, your hobbies, your spouse, your pets, and all that good and decent stuff rank on your list? What is at the very top?

And then there is that other lie–the one that says you can’t love others if you aren’t loving yourself. Says who? Define love. You can have the worst self-esteem in the world and still do right by your children. You can hate yourself and still make sacrifices that benefit your children. Thankfully, not everyone buys into that touchy-feely pro-narcissism crap.

The point of this post is…well, maybe I just needed to vent, but maybe part of it is because so many people in society today (activists, politicians, teachers’ unions, psychologists, etc.) are always whining, “But what about the children?!” as they continue to push ideas and rhetoric and policies that only serve to phuk kids up even more.

If the Hastings Center is reporting this accurately, one in five children and adolescents has a psychological disorder. ONE IN FIVE! That means 20% of kids in this country are mentally/emotionally screwed up for one reason or another. How many are screwed up by their environment, the society they live in and their own families? Wherever we’re headed, it’s not in the right direction!

How many times do we hear about teenagers doing something so wicked and deranged that we couldn’t possibly fathom how or why they would do such a thing? And how many times do we hear these reasons for it:

“It’s because of bullying!”
“It’s because of a lack of economic resources!” (Yup, the less money you have, the more likely you will be a violent kid. WTF is that crap?)
“It’s because of institutional _______!” (insert your bigotry of choice)
“It’s because of a lack of quality education!”
“It’s because there aren’t enough activities for them!”
“It’s because they are bored.”

Have you noticed that it is never because of stupid, shitty, self-absorbed, irresponsible parents?

Or how about maybe that kid was just a bad apple like Jeffery Dahmer? They pop up in nature every once in a while…or maybe more often than we’d like to think.

Lord knows there are enough psycho dogs out there. Check out this letter to a sister’s dogs.

And psycho dogs is my next post. I think. (I am rather fickle.)


This is my abortion kitty. He would have died on March 31, 2010 of asphyxiation alongside his two brothers within his mother’s discarded uterus at the bottom of a surgery room trash can.

I removed him and his brothers, revived them, bottle fed them, and chose to keep one–his name is Bagheera.

My last kitty’s name was Bagheera and he was all black too.

He died at the age of nine in a flower bed on my mother’s farm. So I suppose I wanted a new one.

I probably contributed to the overpopulation of cats that day. But my conscience would not let me let those kittens die. Contrary to the impression some of my earlier posts may have given, I don’t believe in culling healthy baby animals. If they must die, it should be for a good reason such as to feed hungry children.

When the kittens were 3 months old, a young woman adopted one. The other brother ran off/died/was stolen.

Bagheera is a smart cat. He also has all of his kitty instincts and then some. The only clue to his odd infancy is when he sometimes kneads my son’s fluffy blanket while suckling on a corner of it. And he pees like a girl (probably because he was neutered at 6 months of age).

He climbs trees. He hunts. He avoids cars. He knows how to manage dogs and abusive children. He once took a pellet to the shoulder for sitting on the roof of a neighbor’s car. It is still floating around subcutaneously and is now located on the left side of his rib cage.

Although I refuse to adopt mixed breed dogs, I will only adopt mongrel cats. I have no desire to spend gobs of money on an animal I have to keep locked in the house for fears that it will jump the fence and die/be injured/contract a disease/be stolen/etc.

Besides, I hate litter boxes. By 4 months of age Bagheera was going to the bathroom outside, so I tossed the litter box in the garbage.

He plays games with the dogs, tormenting and teasing them as he sits on top of the fence, twitching his tail. Although my brother’s useless pain-in-the-ass Pug will jump up and down barking endlessly, my Boxer bitch will lie crouched in the grass, pretending not to pay attention.

The cat also pretends to ignore the dogs. And when the Pug gives up to go hyperventilate on the deck, that is when Bagheera leaps off to race across the yard. And the Boxer gives chase.

If the cat senses that the dog will catch him, and she usually does, he stops and sits and stares at her. And she sniffs him, gives a goading bark, and then goes off to do her own thing…like digging pits in front of the shed.

Yeah, yeah, everyone has something to say about them.

My husband and I owned a really sweet one once. She was really gentle and sweet with the children too.

Her nature never seemed to show aggression towards humans. I don’t think she ever would have made a very good guard dog. But dog aggression was in her nature. (Or dog predation, perhaps?)

And she killed my pet Boxer. (She was subsequently euthanized.)

She only did what she was bred to do. And so I will not own another one while I have multiple dogs. I learned my lesson.

Apparently he was inciting Muslims to riot by walking his therapy dog through a public park.

The world is going bananas.

Another video here. According to the dog owner, someone kicked his dog.

Subway-riding dogs

This exemplifies the very special relationship between Man and Dog. Both will go to great lengths to save eachother.

Delta therapy dogs can’t eat raw diets (I didn’t know that before today.)

This is retarded. But, what else is new? Statist animal activists are always retarded.

I’ve always thought that modern art was pretty crappy, but this takes it to a new low.

A civil libertarian’s argument in support of BYBs.

Gawd, I can’t stand Fairfax. It’s an annoying mix of yuppieville and nosy statism…and apparently it was invaded by statists as long ago as the 1970s.

From the Washington Post, August 15, 2012:

Some Fairfax County residents say a zoning ordinance is keeping them from adopting dogs from the county’s animal shelter.

Section 251-2 of the ordinance states residents seeking to keep three dogs on their property must have a home on a lot measuring at least 12,500 square feet. The ordinance exempts dogs that have been continually kept on a smaller lot “prior to Oct. 11, 1977.”

Thanks to the law, an elderly couple living in a house on a 10,000 square foot lot was prevented from adopting a third Pekingese.

Some comments from WP readers:

So the ordinance assumes a cage is better for the dog than a too small home to live in? ~ barbnc

So, Fairfax officials would rather kill the dog than place him with an obviously loving family.  Plus, they consider two Irish Wolf Hounds (pony-sized dogs) equivalent to tiny Pekingese.  Suppose the lot is 12,500 square feet, but the back of the lot is so steep it’s unusable, or most of the lot is fenced-off for a garden.  Oh, this is Fairfax, where common sense doesn’t make it into their STUPID rules. ~ Bflat

Sounds like that stupid “bedroom bill” from a few years back. ~ mssnatchquatch


I am sure that the dog blog world had a lot to say about this story three years ago:

The miracle of life made an encore for Edgar and Nina Otto. A year after their beloved yellow Labrador retriever, Lancelot, died of cancer, the Florida couple welcomed a cloned copy into their home Tuesday. They’ve dubbed their doggie double “Lancelot Encore.”

The elderly couple spent $155,000 (as much as my husband and I spent on our first home) for the clone puppy. There were negative reactions from people about it, of course. For example (from the same article):

Dr. Sara Pizano, of Miami-Dade County’s animal services department, told the Miami Herald that for the price the Ottos paid for having Lancelot cloned, “we could do spays and neuters for six months.”

For $155,000, they could have done a lot of things. But their money went back into the economy, so it’s not like it was all lost–most of the wealth was just transferred. Potential wealth, however, was lost, since that money could have been invested wisely–creating jobs and earning capital. But I digress (as I usually do).

This summer, Lancelot Encore became a father (MSNBC):

Lancelot Encore has had a second act of his own — or make that eight, to be exact.

Edgar and Nina Otto’s yellow Labrador retriever, who was cloned from the couple’s late dog Lancelot, became the father to eight healthy puppies on the Fourth of July.

OMG eight dogs died in a shelter that day thanks to the Ottos!

But don’t worry, the Ottos are reputable breeders:

The Ottos mated Lancelot Encore — who is nicknamed Lancey — with a purebred American Kennel Club-registered Labrador retriever that belongs to a breeder in nearby Palm Beach Gardens, Fla.

And it’s not like their dog died of cancer or anything.

“We didn’t expect him to die,” Edgar said of the 11-year-old golden Labrador retriever that fell to cancer in 2008. “He was much too young.”

Too young? The average life expectancy of a Labrador retriever is 10 to 12 years. (Maybe it should be longer, but are the breed’s genetics too messed up?) But seriously, they are reputable.

Otto says their pets, which include several champion show dogs, “are our lives.”

“My wife and I desperately love all of our animals,” he said.

From my 5-year-old daughter to her 4-year-old brother who can’t read:

I live next to people who cannot pet my dogs. When the family was first moving in I baked them some banana muffins, and later their two boys (ages 7 and 11) asked to come over and play. We have a swing set that is visible over the 5 foot fence. (5 foot fences are worthless, by the way. They provide little privacy and they fail to keep a 60lb dog in the yard.)

So, when the boys came over and asked to play, racist Islamophobe that I am, I said, “Sure, and do you need me to lock up the dogs?” See, ignorant and close-minded woman that I am, I knew the family was Muslim by the women’s attire and I know enough about the religion of Islam that dogs are considered to be unclean. If a Muslim touches or is touched by a dog, they must go through a cleaning ritual called ablution before they can pray (and devout Muslims pray a lot.) You can usually tell how devout a Muslim family is by their manner of dress, particularly the appearance of the women. Don’t believe me about the dog thing? Read this and this and this and this.

The boys only visited a few times. My husband, intolerant white trash that he is, took exception one day to the way they treated my four-year-old son and warned them that if they couldn’t play nice they didn’t need to come over and play at all.

Needless to say, they never came back after that.

The point of this story is to illustrate a growing phenomenon in this country known for its love of dogs. An increasing population here actually shuns dogs. The Chinese may eat them, but the Muslims may go so far as to ban them.

Man’s best friend is considered so dirty that his touch renders Man’s prayer invalid!

This concept is entirely foreign to most dog-loving Americans. Just look at our fine art! Dogs sleeping at our feet, being embraced by our children, guarding our flanks…you name it and dogs are probably a part of it.

This is something dog breeders and pet owners alike should keep in the back of their minds. Keep an eye on local ordinances and company policies. The animal rights activists (and I mean the typical statist types) are not the only battlefront. Think I am exaggerating? Stories like this will hopefully remain rare.