And for your Sunday morning perusment (yes, that’s my made-up word).

Hot off the wire:

The Texas GOP Chairman is asking all delegates not to “make faces” at other delegates or to shout at them.  (Tweet posted at Juanita Jean’s blog:  http://www.juanitajean.com)

One wonders if the next order of business would be to discuss the rules of the day including never leaving the room without your buddy holding your hand, raising said hand if you need to use the bathroom and finally, no spitballs.

One also has to wonder what goes on down yonder way that would necessitate the “no faces” rule.  Things to ponder.

Well, the Texas GOP has adopted into their 2014 platform wording stating they support the use of reparative therapy for homosexuality.  That’s where somehow psychological ‘treatment’ is administered that causes homosexual people to renounce their homosexuality and thus be repaired.  Some ridiculous nonsense like that.  Perhaps that’s what prompted some to “make faces.”  I know I’m making faces right now.

Who knows?  All I know is that I’m with Wendy Davis.  I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.  I almost (ALMOST) wish I was back down south so I could mosey on into a polling place and vote for Wendy Davis for Governor!!!  Calling any and all Texans to throw your support her way.

This just in.  One of my favorite dudes ever (Pope Francis, not Patrick Stewart) is praying with Palestinian and Israeli leaders at the Vatican today.  Each will say a prayer–Christian, Muslim and Jewish.  Then all will plant an olive tree together.  You go Francis.  (No disrespect intended.  Perhaps should have written “You go Pope Francis.”)

And, in a follow-up to the last post, now the FBI is investigating death threats leveled at Sgt. Bowe Bergdahl AND his family.  His family.  The long-bearded dude that is his dad.  Get a grip America.  Get a flipping grip.  Leave the man and his grateful, loving family ALONE.  For gods sake.  Get over yourselves.  Let the military do what it needs to do as far as judging this man.  Death threats?  Are we no better than that?

The insanity burns.

And for more insanity.  In the bookstore yesterday (we found the BEST little independent bookstore here in Casper, Wyoming…Wind City Books…must visit if you can), I saw a book about Edward Snowden, decreeing him as some sort of hero.

Snort.

(Yes, I realize that’s not a very lady-like sound, but desperate times call for desperate measures.)

IMHO, the man is NOT a hero.  He is a traitor.  He needs to be treated as such.  Dealt with as a traitor should be dealt with.  He needs to be brought back to the United States and dealt with in the justice system, and given his due.  Not have books written about him lauding him as some sort of hero.

See?  Same thing.  Bring them back.  Take care of it here.

I really wish I could write about rainbows and flowers and whatnot.  But sadly, we’re in a hotel room far from home with rain and clouds outside and nary a hummingbird or moose in sight.  Just a lot of cigarette smoke.  Ewwwww…

Not to worry.  We’re going home tomorrow night.  Though the week has been interesting for sure.  Snake bitten dogs, obese sick cats, the usual fare for a day at the veterinary clinic!  It’s just fun to be wearing that hat again.  I miss it.

Enjoy your Sunday.  Stay clear of the Texas GOP–they’re a mite bit odd down there.  And watch out for gun-totin’ maniacs at the Home Depot in your town.  (Not going to get started on that one, but I’m sure you can guess what side I’m on there.  Maybe the next post will elucidate.  Google ‘Moms Demand Action’ for the 411.)

Hasta la vista baby!

 

 

About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). Now I just get pleasure out of swimming against the stream and ruffling a few feathers here in the wild west state of Wyoming!
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