Monday, September 25, 2017

When the Assassinations begin

Lieutenant-General Valery Asapov, of the Russian armed forces, has been killed after coming under shelling from Islamic State (IS, formerly ISIS/ISIL) militants near Deir ez-Zor, the Russian Defense Ministry has announced.

As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.

Not much to be added to this, except John McCain's and Birther Hussein Obama's terrorists in Syria, called ISIS, that Ivanka Trumpenfuror was defending with Tomahawk chops, just assassinated President Vladimir Putin's favorite khrabryy tovarishch in Syria.

Lt. General Valery Grigorievich Asapov was advising the Syrian army in driving out ISIS from one of their last strongholds in Syria, when advising the troops from a fire base, mysteriously came under a devastating mortar fire, almost as if ISIS knew the Russian was coming, where he would be exactly, and it was so convenient that the ISIS mortars, always understood as "homemade" found their marks precisely, more precisely than the Trumpenfuror's Tomahawks.


The reason the Lt. General was targeted, is the fact he was the military adviser to free Ukrainian forces against the McCain Nazi there, and was instrumental against Zbigniew Brzezinski's Muslim militants in Chechnya.
A message was being sent, as Robert Mueller's fake Russian hacking and the invasion of Poland by American tank columns can only accomplish so much.

Of course Russia is furious over this at the United States in America's selective prosecution against terrorist in Syria, which caused the murder of this brave Russian.

This is what this blog has warned of, once the proper sanctions and other nastiness has run it's course, then the assassinations begin of high ranking opponents, and history teaches what follows that is a real war, a proper world war.


The Last Human Empire of Prophecy

As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.

The following is a post on Prophecy. Someone asked for more about America in Prophecy, but the Holy Ghost was interested in this message of the coming  Christ, and the events which transpire in global war before His appearance.

The Prophet Daniel 2

 44 And in the days of these kings shall the God of heaven set up a kingdom, which shall never be destroyed: and the kingdom shall not be left to other people, but it shall break in pieces and consume all these kingdoms, and it shall stand for ever.
 45 Forasmuch as thou sawest that the stone was cut out of the mountain without hands, and that it brake in pieces the iron, the brass, the clay, the silver, and the gold; the great God hath made known to the king what shall come to pass hereafter: and the dream is certain, and the interpretation thereof sure.

Who are these kings? The kings are witnessed a two feet, which are part of the 2 legs of the Roman Empire, east west, and "Holy" and Secular, as the Holy Roman empire was.
A forerunner example of this is Hitler's Germany and Mousilini's Italy in World War II, which was the last precursor for this coming empire or aliance of the Holy Roman Empire.

It has 10 toes, meaning 10 nations will sign off on this alliance. God notes that the feet are sticky clay and iron, so this alliance is both very weak and very strong. Weak spiritually as it will be the Vatican which welds it together so that Whore will seek to use it's power for domination again, and strong militarily.

For those who claim the end of the world, the Bible defines that certain events must take place. This 10 nation empire in Europe must be, for from it the anti Christ rules. The Temple in Jerusalem must be rebuilt. Wormwood must strike earth. The battle at Har Megiddo must take place, called Armageddon.

The Prophet Daniel Chapter2

 41 And whereas thou sawest the feet and toes, part of potters' clay, and part of iron, the kingdom shall be divided; but there shall be in it of the strength of the iron, forasmuch as thou sawest the iron mixed with miry clay.
 42 And as the toes of the feet were part of iron, and part of clay, so the kingdom shall be partly strong, and partly broken.
 43 And whereas thou sawest iron mixed with miry clay, they shall mingle themselves with the seed of men: but they shall not cleave one to another, even as iron is not mixed with clay.

See the Bible interprets itself, it does not need anyone telling you what the verses, mean as God tells you.

We know for certain in other Old Testament Prophecies in Daniel and in the Revelation of Jesus the Christ, that this Neo Roman Empire will be engaged in wars, internal to cement power, and external as it moves for the Vatican and the Ashkenaz, an invasion of Libya and Egypt, and then the Mideast to gain Jerusalem.

The Prophet Daniel Chapter 11

40 And at the time of the end shall the king of the south push at him: and the king of the north shall come against him like a whirlwind, with chariots, and with horsemen, and with many ships; and he shall enter into the countries, and shall overflow and pass over.
 41 He shall enter also into the glorious land, and many countries shall be overthrown: but these shall escape out of his hand, even Edom, and Moab, and the chief of the children of Ammon.
 42 He shall stretch forth his hand also upon the countries: and the land of Egypt shall not escape.
 43 But he shall have power over the treasures of gold and of silver, and over all the precious things of Egypt: and the Libyans and the Ethiopians shall be at his steps.
 44 But tidings out of the east and out of the north shall trouble him: therefore he shall go forth with great fury to destroy, and utterly to make away many.
 45 And he shall plant the tabernacles of his palace between the seas in the glorious holy mountain; yet he shall come to his end, and none shall help him.

Chapter 11 in Daniel is of interest as it begins thousands of years ago in the precursor of the first anti Christ of the Greek Empire, named Antiochos Epiphanese, in his terror in the region, but by verse 40 it switches to the future time from this point on the 21st century, after this 10 nation union appears.

The tidings out of the east and north, are Chinese and Russian alliances, and what is not named in this period is Armageddon, as this is the assembling of the nations to make war against Christ. At least 200 million soldiers march to the Valley north of Jersualem which Megiddo guards. It will be there that the greatest slaughter in battle takes place in human history.

We are not close to the "end", but are a great deal closer to the global mass deaths due to the posturing of nations. This is why I worked in 2016 AD in the year of our Lord to establish peace, between Christian east and west, and why satan has ruined that outcome for Peace in order to spare as many million lives as possible.

The Bible tells you exactly how the events transpire. My vocation was to fill in on the silent places and to not reveal events which would disrupt the process of God's Will, as God has bee silent for purpose.

There are many things and sufferings to take place yet before people are in fetal position. The population of the world is inhuman, selfish, sodomite and apostate, but it is just the beginning of the affection or love of many waxing cold, because wickedness is so rampant.

It has been a month since I was cleaning cat crap off the floor, and as I look back, that was about the best thing that happened to me this past month. You really are a vile people in demanding one more enticement from the rocking horse winner, and then damning me with your evil thoughts, because you do not like the Truth.

Oh  the miry clay, sticky clay, potters clay, notes this is a human created false regime and false religion, by the mention of potter's clay, mankind will craft this as Nimrod did in his false religious state.


The Heart of an Artist

As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.

My purpose in this is to expand your horizons in the appreciation of art, for you to judge if the following paintings are some of the best work of the masters through history, combing the freshness of the fresco in bold colors of and the depths of DaVinci.

The artist will be revealed below.


What you have been reviewing are the paintings of Adolf Hitler. Does that knowledge change your feeling about these creations or does it affect your view of everything you have been told about Heir Hitler.


Is this the work of a mad man or is this the work of someone that you have been lied about, because those behind the propaganda do not want you wondering just what is was about a man who could find such beauty, behold it with his eye and share it with you in all of it's beauty captured.

Now that you are thinking, those in Germany are not permitted to even do that when it comes to Adolf Hitler. If he was so dangerous, then why not allow a free society to examine him and mock him to scorn, or are there dimensions in Adolf Hitler which are censored which would create the same liberation of thought which the financiers attempted to destroy all Germany over.


Cavendish & Cartwell LLC

As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.

There is a comfort of having one's own establishment, no matter if the establishment has absolutely not any business in the least, as when one has a door with a lock and plaque with letters upon it of your name, it separates oneself out from the mob, in you have the power as you have the keys to the lock.
That power though like all freedom is rented to one in payment of property tax, business license and other intrusive codes in which liberty is never free in any nation, but is privileged to those who can pay for such position, as America is not a caste of blood, but a caste of those who buy those who write the law, and those who are above the station of those who are bought in an Obama slave trade of the 21st century, who pay the larceny, so that the police state does not appear and incarcerate them with steel bars, instead of the bars of pens and the checks which are signed.
This is the checks and balances of the America system.

I was in my establishment, doing what establishment doers do one afternoon as the long shadows had passed, and my dearest, as he is my only friend in the world, Raymond Rougesmythe was assisting me in the all important task of fixing the claspe of my expensive bracelet upon my ankle, when the most unfortunate of circumstances occcurred, as there was a rapping on my chamber door, a gently rapping as if someone was too timid to demand entrance, but still was pleading to be let into my establishment.
My night was one of fine dining, of the drinking of cocktails, of eating of beef, of drinking wine, of indulging in desert and the consuming of minty things after all of this festivity of gentlemen, who seem to be reminded now of that quality with large revolvers in the 44 special category.
Poor Rougesmythe, he never ventures out with me. He hates people. No he does not so much hate people, he dislikes being around people. Calls them a rash from the Lord, God, which simply will not go away.

Rougesmythe, though does like silken coated canines, smooth cognacs, and soft chairs, where he invests time reviewing old American television, as he rarely watches, but instead stares off into the darkness, looking at the stars outside the window.
He places his soft chair just so that he can watch the moon rise and then the moon set as his real pastime as if he is looking for something out there to appear.

The door, yes the door and there was still that pleading sound, as I always lock my door, as I do not allow just anyone into my establishment, as it has that LLC after it, it is a limited partnership with Rougesmythe, in which I forged his signature, but have his name on the door as Cavendish Cartwell, as Hoogestraat & Cartwell has a more trustworthy nature to it, not that my dearest of friends in Raymond, would ever not be trustworthy, for Raymond lives by the diamond rule, that one never lies to those you  trust, but he never wastes the Truth on those who do not deserve it. Deserving being those one trusts or those of the police state with firearms and prisons who can remove the citizen from the general population of the gulag and return one to the absolute confinement of the bars of steel prisons, where inmates enage in sodomite misbehavior and learn other craft in becoming more astute predators upon society.

I went to the door.

I returned, with a young tan skinned male, and a younger tan skinned male in tow. I do not normally allow swarthy fellows into my establishment, but I recognized the one as an Abdullah Hassan Mohammed and the other looked like what an Abdullah Hassan Mohammed's benefactor would purchase to make an Abdullah Hassan Mohammed feel secure without an Islamic entourage rioting in outrage over some slight that an Abdullah Hassan Mohammed would be insecure with.

Mohammed alsyd spoke in a rather animated and direct way. It was not animated nor direct at me, but at Raymond. Raymond of course ignored the boy as the soliloquy transpired someting like this.

Raymond Rougesmythe, I will have words with you. You Raymond Rougesmythe have done me grave wrong in Cameella Hogstrip was to find way for my sister, Adiya, to attend fine and prestigious Muslim instruction and for government to pay for this schooling, and you Raymond Rougesmythe have invaded that place by hiring a Christian teacher to cover her with cosmetics, to not dress in Muslim clothes and to instruct her in many things of the West in instructions which she has no need for.

Raymond sipped his cognac, and placed an hoerderve into his mouth and chewed it slowly, seemingly still looking for whatever would follow that moon which would rise.

Raymond Rougesmythe, do you listen to me!!!!!

Raymond offered an hoerderve, "Would you like a bacon wrapped lobster?"

"I am a devout Muslim and you offer me pork?" the boy was now perspiring.

"I am not a devout Christian, and you insult me for not accepting pork products. Would your Jesuit companion care for one. I offer one, as he appears to be auditioning for diabetes or when he dies to provide enough candle larder to fuel the Vatican for the anti christ to adore himself in an unearthly glow". Rougesmythe calmly replied as he blew cigar smoke at them.

"My name is Adi Soetoro", the rather plump male retorted.

"It speaks. I think I will withdraw the offering of pork and offer instead a conversation in your native tongues, as neither  of you are conversant in English, as this is Miss Camile Hoogstraat, pronounced Kah MEEL, High STREET.
Not that I would bother to know your native tongues, no more than learning the screeching of the monkey at the zoo, but I do like the zoo, with all the primates in their places behind bars and cages, and your conversation would remind me of sitting in the jungle, plumes of scented insecticide ridding the world of pests, and me sipping cognac, eating smoked jungle pig, and you reminding me of the primates howling in the trees, enraged over mistaking a feces ball off your posteriors for a too ripe date".

"You insult me!", Soetoro stated indignant.

"Not at all, it is a compliment when the warden pets the primate with pat of the hand or a word directed at them," Raymond replied.

This was a most uncomfortable situation really, as in the tranquility of my establishment with locked doors it was designed to not allow the manifestation of such things in Raymond playing with the animals who do so intend to arise from all fours by their hind legs, but Raymond insists on reminding them of all that they are.

The subject of this was one Adiya, a young woman who appeared on a Trump admission of some relative of her's, so related from the time the Ottoman ruled the Muslims with an iron fist, came to America to not the liberty Raymond and I were so imprisoned by, but to establish those same head to toe Muslim attire and women outraged who raise terrorists for children as revenge for such apathetic males in a religion dominated by the submissive woman.
Adiya was to attend a Muslim woman's school, to prepare her for whatever a Muslim woman was indoctrinated to become, as she became the image of western women in universities, to convince the yearning Caucasian that dressing the organ grinders monkey in a suit, would protect the child from being bitten and contracting ebola.
Raymond had for some reason enlisted a tutor, a Christian woman to educate Adiya in liberation of her mind without being brainwashed into the liberal malfeasance of thinking one can bring home animals to make pets of them, and the animal will not one day arise and eat them.

The boy was chattering at me more closely all the time speaking of Raymond Roguesmythe and working himself into an ever more expanding outrage which culminated in a "measures would be taken, legal and otherwise".

This brought a stare from from Raymond with a definitive reply of, "The law of the Islamic jungle, the weapon of the law to alienate rights and when that repression fails it is the weapon of jihad in not a call to prayer, but a call to the gods of Isalm, wrath and damnation.
So how do you fit into this Jesuit? You seem to be on the wrong side of the leash there as the Pope pets his Muslims and spends their money, but you seem to be on the leash and your thirty pieces of silver for a supply of taco".

"I will not stoop to these racist things, "the Jesuit stated smugly.

"The race of couscous and tacos, where the DNA is cereal grain", Raymond said as he flicked this ashes at them.

"You will cease from contact with my sister under court order", the Muslim said in a high pitched shrill.

"What do you think of this Jesuit", Raymond said not asking, "No White man in the picture, gives the right legger a leg up, as every primate in the zoo thinks if they could just get that zoo keeper out of the way, Fay Raye would run off with King Kong."

"Mr. Soetoro is my personal adviser", the Muslim stated.

"You may go now moon kneeler", Raymond dismissed him, "and file your paper in the trash, as I have a word to speak with your Jesuit".

Muslims obey extremely well, as all third world pets obey from direction in those societies, and he dropped the court order in the trash and walked out the door.  With that Raymond, seated himself in his comfy chair, sipped at his drink, flicked his ashes and became transfixed upon the rising moon.
It seemed sometime I stood there, wasting my evening, but more fascinated in my friend's abilities to simply enact a theater for my observation. I wondered how long this foreigner would obey the command of waiting for a word, in how well trained he was by this masters. Monkeys in zoos require cages or they will scamper off to the jungle again to take up their feces sports and screaming in the trees, but the well conditioned third worlder, will accept a few cereal grains, appear on rampage of threats from their keepers, and then scamper to their dwelling and never attempting freedom. Freedom for them is bringing the same comforting leash of their psychological enslavement and carrying on their struggle against the Caucasian who are reminders of just how these primates are not as free as those in the jungle and not as intelligent.

It was some minutes and I heard, "You say you want word with me." from the Jesuit.

Raymond poured himself another cognac, lit another cigar and said to me, "That is the way it is."

"Raymond must you always feed the pets as you know it always antagonizes the owners.", I said.

"The lower order is always looking for a superior master. The swarthy Latin clings to the White Vatican. The swarthy Muslim clings to the White Mecca. The swarthy Jew cling to the White gold. It simply can not be helped  this white envy, even now this Jesuit protests my presence as the female of his species wants to be fed by my hand, and please me, rather than her swarthy counter parts", Raymond stated flatly, as I glanced at Soetoro who was blinking wide eyed at the revelations of his motives so known and so obvious.

"You have words for me," the Jesuit repeated.

"The true pleading call, the monkey in the zoo wanting a banana from the keeper and not  having the ability to figure out how to say it like a human," Raymond said to not even me as he flicked ashes at the pleading Soetoro.
"You will never be White. You too may go now".

With that the Soetoro departed to join the Mohammed. I could hear them chattering excitedly outside the door in confusion.  Confusion in the laws they were certain would intimidate Raymond Roguesmythe, instead only found them even more intimidated by the person who is Raymond Roguesmythe.

"I suppose you insist on tolerating these types on your outing tonight in your friends who keep them around as pets to serve them", Raymond said to me.

"You are the only friend I have Raymond", I said matter of fact as it was the fact in this, that I paid my passage to those I would dine with tonight. I paid with smiles. I paid with my presence. I paid with donations. I paid with taxes. I paid with all the things to keep my name from appearing on Homeland lists and paid with all the things to keep the IRS from having interest in me. They kept their pets around to validate them, and they kept their pets around, because Raymond Roguesmythe refused to ever be their pet like so many others, and I repeated that to Raymond again, "and all of this is Raymond, because you refuse to be their pet".

Raymond flicked his ashes again looking at something more than the moon and replied, "Your theater awaits your star".

I misted perfume in front of me and walked through the veil of it to the door. I heard Raymond musing to himself as I closed the door, "Tomorrow I will sign the girl up for a government allowance and rent her the loft next door. We will witness if she chooses her former fodder of banana or will eat people food."

Raymond Roguesmythe, my dear Raymond Roguesmythe.

Nuff Said


Sunday, September 24, 2017

Smile Pretty for the NSA TITTYCAM


As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.

Just thought this is worth sharing in Herbert McMaster just launched another billion dollar spy satellite, not at tracking North Korea, Iran, Russia or China, but Vandenberg AFB just launched another advanced visual spy satellite to keep track of you.

It’s rumored the ship’s cargo is a highly-specialized orbital camera that can give us larger-than-ever views of the Northern hemisphere. That could come in more than handy given our current political climate.

Apparently Herb needs 3 D photos of whatever he is masturbating to as reading the nudie photos on cell phones at 200 miles up, is just not putting the shine on them skin testicles like before.

The nice part is the Russians have an illustration of this top secret masturbator or Herburbator satellite which can automatically calculate the size of Melania's tits and Ivanka's tits, and do a silicon resonance analysis of Ivanka's fake tits to Melania's wonderful Slavic wonders.


That was not Ivanka's tits, but the spy satellite. Here is a photo of Marionette Melania in all her wonder and gorgeousocity.

Melania as the FLOTUSNATER

That is about it as what can you say that covers up you just got robbed a billion dollars so Herb McMaster can jack off in 3 D to your skimpy live action photos.

This is my dildo mic
 I have rubbed the shine off for my rocket launch




Rev. Joey Spann with Mrs. Spann, gunned down at Church
Delivered by Armed Congregant who drew down on the Perp

The usher had bravely confronted the man after he entered the sanctuary and was, according to Aaron, pistol whipped.  However, he was able to get to his car in the parking lot to retrieve his gun, which he had a permit to carry, and re-entered the sanctuary to stop the gunman from doing any more harm until the police arrived.

As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.

Lame Cherry Exclusive: Deep State Launches Successful Oreo Wars in America where Birther Hussein only failed.

Alert: Nigger Rampage Against White Christian Folk

NASHVILLE, Tenn. (WKRN) – One woman was killed and eight people, including the gunman, were injured in what officials are calling a “mass casualty” incident at a church in Antioch Sunday morning.
Metro police responded to the Burnette Chapel Church of Christ on Pin Hook Road at 11:15 a.m.
The preliminary investigation shows the gunman–identified as Emanual Kidega Samson, 25–arrived to the church in a blue SUV wearing a mask.

Emanuel Kidega Samson (Courtesy: Metro Nashville Police Department)
Metro police said he immediately confronted a woman outside the church, shooting her at least one time, killing her on the scene. She was identified as Melanie Smith, 39, of Smyrna.
PHOTOS: Mass shooting at Antioch church
Samson is accused of then going inside the church and opening fire. Six people were injured. Those victims were identified as the minister, Joey Spann; his wife, Peggy Spann; William Jenkins, 83; his wife Marlene Jenkins, 84; Linda Bush, 68; and Katherine Dickerson, 64.

Alert: NFL Niggers in Rampage Against Donald Trump in OREO WAR.

It is time for Mr. President to start hauling these million dollar inciters into court, along with billionaire George Soros, if he is interested in bringing peace and security to America, or if his balls are all full of hot air.

You let people keep raising hell over bogus racism to intimidate others, and those on the edge will move from taking knees to taking lives.

It is time to shut this down Mr. President.



Why I need to teach Belle and Daisy to be Donkeys

As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.

Bob mentioned that I haven't written about the cows lately and I guess it is because they have been less than amusing lately, in both Belle and Daisy act like resident of Turd City.

They have been the shits for months. It has not been them so much, as our neighbor is a cow man, and I noticed the last couple of years his cows were going lame, and I asked him if coyotes were running them, and he said no it was sore feet.
I thought he was goofy, but this year their problem showed up here, and our cows got infected toenails, so you know what the hell kind of a mess that was. Never had that or heard of that, but I figure it is the damned biting flies.
I was talking to our old neighbor who runs a heard of Aberdeen Angus.........don't get me started on that beef, as I had that on my birthday, grilled it up, and it had no flavor. Them rich people got their tasteless lobster and non acid tomatoes, and now they have polluted American beef. Real disappointing to have beef taste like fairy farts.
He never heard of them sore feet thing either, so I was spiritually assaulted by that all summer,  ruined that, and makes me sad, so I don't write about things that make me sad. Is hard enough doing this blog, without having the emotional rug pulled out from under me a few times a day in some major tragedy.

Bell was limpy for awhile, and swelled up, but nothing broke open. She is still  the wide eyed resident of Turd City though. Looks blankly at you and about two weeks ago she ran away from me, not just that but ran into a neck of the trees and then tried to crawl through the fence.
She started things off by running away from me to a back pasture, then took Turd Daisy along, who lopes like a thoroughbred. That time we went around 3 times. I have walls of corn here, as them big farmers all are going to get rich growing walls of corn, and thank God that Daisy did not haul ass into that, as I never would have gotten her out.

It is a point as long as they are not stepping on kitties...yes Daisy decided that would be fun one day screwing around, that I just figure the Turd City sisters are not so bad that day.

They currently due to the monsoon rains we have been having for weeks, are covered in shit cosmetics and burdocks. They are a lovely pair in being covered with shit and burrs. Both of their beauty treatments will fall off eventually, about the time that they start behaving again like normal humans.

I swear that Daisy is psychic. We picked up windfall apples, and sure as hell, there she went charging over there to help herself the same day. She had help as Belle had her butt stuck in the garden I did not plant this year, munching on something that there is not an acre in the yard of the same grass.

They are healthy, but my pipe dreams about getting them bred in August went to the wind. I am not going to add to my misery here as we do not have space or buildings now, to deal with wee baby calves. That comes with our place, and I suppose if I can ask that grumpy ass farmer sometime with his poor crop prices, drought, now monsoon rain so nothing is drying out, if he wants to part with some land, that maybe God will move himself to parting with the land.
Our old neighbor, that is his great grandparents place, and I asked him about that well up there, and he did not know where it was. Got to have water and wells go 10,000 bucks a shot now, and as he was telling me, most of the wells now are those spikes pounded in the ground, and there was only one guy who actually drilled a well yet, and he had got him from a neighboring state. Told me that well was the hardest water ever, while another one on the place was good.
I like talking to him as he is like his dad was, can ask them anything and they have that Jeopardy knowledge about the damnedest pissiest of stuff, and that is what is important in knowing things. My old man knew that shit too, he just wouldn't tell you and all I would get is a smart ass remark. Am pleased he is in hell. I was tempted to haul him out, but that is one man who deserves what he built in Hypocrite Towers.

Some day I will get an artificial dick and shove it up Belle and Daisy, in miniature critter sperm and get them bred and all will by joy over that. I would rather get a real bull cock, but it is the way it is with cocks, in you never can find one when you want one, and when one is around, you think it would be better to cut it off and make a primo bull cock whip with it. Course with most humans all you would get is a pipe holder or something.
Which reminds me of a serial murderer story I was going to post on, but will probably not get that done. Odd how male monsters always are cutting off women's tits for paper weights, but women never cut that old cock off and use it as a pen holder. Someone donate 10 million, hell 5 million and I will make a movie about a real she bitch that would straighten them boys out, toot sweet.

Oh asked my neighbor if he knew who in the hell was dumping garden produce in the pasture. He said who it was. I like the guy as they are good neighbors so am no longer pissed. When I asked about them damn fish in the yard, he assured me that he would not be doing that. So am back to wondering who that culprit is dumping fish in the yard for the cats. Do not need Belle and Daisy getting started on eating fish as they eat about everything else around here they are not supposed to. Sort of weaned them off of plastic.

Is about time to roll up the western sky and plant her for tomorrow's dawn. I have been watching a dvd about killing coyotes. Probably why I am speaking like them chippers from Nebraska.

Nuff Said