Doomsday Prepper Stepford

So lets talk about the attacks in Paris last week.

For anyone who isn’t watching the news (Seriously, turn on the news for an hour a day, it won’t kill you) Isis ran rampant in Paris on Friday the 13th and killed over 100 people. They opened fire in a crowded concert hall, they blew up suicide bombers outside of a soccer game, they fired guns out of cars into street cafes, and they gunned down shoppers at a mall. It was horrible, and it was terrible, and it left everyone with a sick feeling in their gut.

Then President Obama came out and said it was a setback in the containment of Isis (eye roll) and we should start letting Syrian refugees into the country so they can be safe. Because they are running from these same terrorists who are committing attacks across the world.

I call bull shit on that.

These refugees are all strapping young lads who are well fed and well dressed and don’t look a thing like war torn orphans trying to escape the terror of Isis and Assad. They look slightly more like Isis members in plain clothes trying to infiltrate countries so they can better commit more acts of terror. In fact, one of the terrorists that was killed after he murdered people in Paris was.. you guessed it…a Syrian refugee!!

So how are we going to protect our country if we are openly letting the threat into our country? Would we have opened our borders to the Nazi’s? What did we do to the Japanese after Pearl Harbor? I mean seriously, the Japanese were already American citizens and we rounded them up and marched them into Fema camps to hang out until the war was over. Now here we are welcoming the wolves in sheep clothing with open arms. How stupid are we?

Well I guess the real question is, how stupid is the president, and the general public? Pretty effing stupid obviously.

I refuse to be a victim. For months now, I have had a BOB (bug out bag) ready and waiting for both me and Wonderful Husband should we ever need to evacuate the house in a hurry. Up until now I just had basic items, some MREs (Meals Ready to Eat), a flint fire starter, a flexible saw, some wet naps. Just enough that if we had to hike out of town we would probably make it. But after last weeks events, I am redoubling my efforts to be prepared for any situation.

Here is a little peak into some things I am working on, I am not posting all details, because in the event of an emergency I don’t want to be targeted because I am well prepared…

Wonderful Husband and I each have a BOB that either already contains, or will contain by the end of the month, the following items:

  • change of clothes (pants, long sleeve shirt, t shirt, socks x2, undies x3)
  • MREs x6
  • baby wipes
  • hand sanitizer
  • lighters
  • flint
  • saw
  • eye glasses
  • hair ties
  • bobby pins
  • duct tape
  • compass
  • maps
  • tarp
  • mylar blankets
  • rain poncho
  • flashlights
  • batteries
  • watch
  • band aids
  • lotion
  • chapstick
  • pens
  • notebook
  • pads/tampons
  • ib profen
  • vitamin c
  • vitamins
  • anti nausea meds
  • napkins
  • knife
  • ammo
  • multitool
  • life straw (water filter)
  • stainless steel canteen
  • foil wrapped gum
  • bungee cords
  • personal documents
  • dryer lint (for fire starter)
  • hatchet

This is not an all inclusive list, and all BOBs should be customized for what each person needs. I tried to include things that would allow us the basic needs or food, water, and shelter.

The house is being stocked with both food and water in case we have to hunker down and stay here, and the vehicles will have some supplies as well.

I don’t talk about this to scare people, I talk about it to inform people. It doesn’t have to be a terror attack, it could be a natural disaster, or a house fire or something. Everyone needs to have to skills, and supplies to protect themselves and their family in the event of an emergency. It doesn’t hurt to be prepared, but it definitely hurts to not be prepared.

The future of the country, and the world itself, is really looking bleak currently. If we can’t get  handle on this terror organization, and get our president to step up and stop being a pansy, we are in a world of trouble. They will come for us, and they will show us no mercy.

In Islam women have no rights, they are subjected to female genital mutilation, they are murdered for shaming their family for simple things like showing their ankles or taking off their veil. They are forced into marriage with men who will rape them and beat them and force them to do unthinkable things up to and including wearing suicide vests and blowing themselves up in crowded courtyards. Is that what you would want for your daughter? I know I don’t want it for mine. And I will do WHATEVER it takes to keep her from being put into a life like that.

In a world where whites are now the minority and are targeted for hate, and crime, where illegal mexicans are flooding into sanctuary cities where they can commit crime and not be deported, where college students can whine and complain about a swastika in poop on a bathroom wall and actually force a president to resign.. We need to be ever diligent and protect ourselves. It is obvious the government is not our friend and they are not going to be there when we need them.

Not only is the country tearing itself apart from the inside out, but we are actively allowing terrorists to destroy us from the outside.

Get ready. It is only going to get worse.

Wake up America!

Planned Parenthood

This post has been rolling around in my head for months and I just have trouble putting it into words. It tends to get rambly and emotional and I end up really heated and pacing around the house. But, it is important to me, and this blog is nothing if not an outlet for my thoughts and emotions.

Lets talk about Planned Parenthood.

For those of you who don’t know, and I am sure there are plenty of you who don’t because it seems my fan base of 6 people neither follow the news nor keep up on current events, Planned Parenthood has been caught selling dead baby parts.

Yea, you read that right, they are selling dead baby parts.

There was a film crew that went undercover and went to interviews with Planned Parenthood and negotiated the selling of these dead baby parts. The PP people were caught on camera negotiating prices, and killing tactics to get the best prices.

PP, of course, says that they are not doing anything wrong because they are just selling tissue that was donated by the mother. The mother doesn’t want this “clump of cells” so it is her right to get rid of it. If they didn’t sell it, it would just be thrown into the trash, someone might as well get some use out it.

However, there is a problem.

Selling dead babies is illegal in the United States.

Federal Law states that selling fetal tissue for profit is illegal. To be exact… here is the quote..

Federal Law at 42 U.S. Code 289g-2 Prohibitions regarding human fetal tissue
(a) purchase of tissue
It shall be unlawful for any person to knowingly acquire, receive, or otherwise transfer any human fetal tissue for valuable consideration if the transfer affects interstate commerce.

Valuable Consideration- a necessary element of a contract, which confers a benefit on the other party. Valuable consideration can include money, work, performance, assets, a promise, or abstaining from an act.

It’s pretty short, and not very direct, and there a ton of loop holes. Which is exactly what PP is doing. The law says you can’t profit from the sale of fetal tissue, so they are claiming that they make no money from the “donation” of fetal tissue. It would go in the garbage otherwise, so they are simply donating it to companies for research- at the price of about $100 an organ.

Here is a link to one of the videos.

While watching this video, the only thing I can think of is my own daughter and how we found out that she was a girl at 20 weeks. We went for an ultrasound and the techs looked and poked and prodded and laughed at how the little baby on the monitor was constantly wagging her tongue out of her mouth, Wonderful Husband said she must take after her mother and like to talk. The tech announced “I’m thinkin’ pink!” We called all of our friends and family to tearfully exclaim that we were going to be parents to a little girl. We went to a local Chinese restaurant and giddily talked of names and nursery themes. We posted on social media that we were expecting a little pink bundle and got over 100 congratulatory comments.

Funny. Not one of our friends or family told us it wasn’t a baby girl, it was just a clump of cells. None of our congratulations comments said “congrats on your fetal tissue with a vagina”. Not a single person questioned whether or not we were having a baby. And yet, at that time, it was still legal to abort our daughter.

Again at 33 weeks pregnant, I went into preterm labor. My dad had to rush from work to pick me up at my OB’s office because Wonderful Husband was out on the gas wells, and drive me to the hospital where they shoved handfuls of tiny orange pills at me to stop the labor and save the baby.

Not once did a doctor come into my room and say- its ok, it isn’t really a baby, just a clump of cells. When I called my mom to tell her I was so scared I was going to lose my daughter because of preterm labor she did not correct me and say it wouldn’t matter if the fetus was terminated because it wasn’t a baby. No. We all sat in the hospital with stricken looks on our faces while the doctor explained that while the baby would probably be fine if she was born at 33 weeks, they had concerns about her lungs and I would have to get steroid shots for the next three days to help the baby if she decided to come out early… Never once did the doctor tell me that the fetal tissue was aborting itself and we should probably just turn it breech, pull it out, and smash a needle in its cranium so they could sell it to a medical company for medical research.

Funny how that works. It’s only a baby when it’s convenient?

Don’t get me wrong, I am pro choice. I do believe that terminating a pregnancy has its place. Rape victims, ectopic pregnancies, among others.  And you can’t have one without the other, to make abortion illegal would be to doom those women. Wonderful Husband has been known to argue that some children are better off dead than being born to their crack addict welfare moms. However, when a pregnancy is terminated, it should be treated like unplugging a loved one from life support. There should be mourning and there should be sadness. There shouldn’t be #shoutyourabortion.

Lets break this down.

PP says they are not receiving any financial gains from selling the tissue, they are simply recouping the cost of shipping and delivery and such. However, they are charging about $100 per specimen, that means per organ, so if there is a baby where they only get a liver then they only make $100. But, if they can convince that woman to wait a little longer and get the abortion at 18 weeks instead of 12 weeks then they would get a liver and lungs and muscle tissue, thats $300. With them already being so close to 20 weeks, they should probably schedule the appointment for 20 weeks because then they can get most vital organs, along with eyes, ears, genitals, and possibly even the brain if they can execute a partial birth abortion, that’s upwards of $1000. How long before they reach the point of- well the woman only gave birth a few hours ago and she didn’t realize the baby was going to be blind, or cry so much, or have blond hair instead of brown, so lets just kill it and pretend we did a partial birth abortion. You think I am exaggerating, but they are already negotiating with these medical companies to crush specific parts on the baby they are aborting so they can salvage the organs and parts they want, really not much of a stretch to kill an already breathing baby.

Soon there will be a contract you sign when giving birth that you have 3 months to return the infant to the hospital to be post partumly aborted.

I had a very close friend tell me that fetuses do not having feelings and do not do anything other than respond to light and sound, so they aren’t “real people”. Well for the first 3 months of her life all my daughter did was cry and stare at the lamp. So she probably didn’t have feelings either.

There are plenty of arguments as to why a fetus is a baby, and that a baby has feelings. Just look up ultrasound videos of in-utero babies getting scared or reacting to outside things. There is a great one of a daddy blowing raspberries on mommys belly and the baby react by scooting away from the daddy. That baby has feelings. There are also videos of abortions being done on ultrasound where you can see the tiny babies mouth moving in silent screams and trying to move away from the instrument that is killing them. Yea. That baby has feelings too.

Now I just got stuck watching abortion videos on YouTube and crying and hyperventilating until I can no longer feel my hands and feel like I am going to pass out.

Fetuses are babies. Babies have feelings. Planned Parenthood is profiting from killing and selling babies.

That’s it. That is the short and skinny of it. I have to be done now, all this typing of death and destruction is making me feel sick.

Watch the videos. Decide for yourself.

Anti-Feminist Stepford

It really shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone that I am pretty anti-feminism. Or, I guess I should say that I am anti- whatever feminism has morphed into in the past few decades. I do believe that women should be EQUAL. If you want to go to school, great. If you want to go to college, great. If you want to be a lawyer, doctor, president, or CEO- Great. If you want to be a mom, a wife, a cashier, or a nurse- Great. I think that everybody should be able to do what they want with their lives (within reason!). This weird hybrid that the feminists have created where men are shit and women are almighty is wrong. WRONG. Men are not stupid..

If you will remember correctly, women didn’t have rights for hundreds of years and men survived just fine. In reality, if you look at where the country is and how the world is functioning, it has really gone downhill since women got rights…Just sayin’.

I have a few career oriented friends who say that when, or if, they get married they will be the bread winners and their husbands will stay home. I think that is great! If you have a relationship where the man wants to do all the housework and child rearing then go for it. But, lets be honest, a lot of these “career oriented” women will end up not getting married, not having children, not doing anything except striving to break through the, so called, glass ceiling. Spending their entire lives trying to prove that they can be right up there with the big boys. These are the women who will be 40 and 50 years old, realizing that their biological clock has stopped ticking and the time for children has come and gone and they will remain childless. If that is what they wanted, then that fine. But, for a lot of women, that isn’t what they wanted, they just kept putting it off until it was too late.

Not only are women now ashamed and embarrassed to admit that they would rather stay home and raise kids, but they are also stuck trying to function in today’s world where men are borderline rude to them for fear of being assaulted by some crazy feminist.

A perfect example: Yesterday, Wonderful Husband asked me to take his work coveralls to the laundromat. I normally do them at home, but he had been on a particularly messy call and they were covered in grease and sand. I packed up Little Darling and wandered off to the nearest laundromat. Laundromats in general are scary. They are full of shady characters who have a tendency to leer at you while you try to fold your undies and wrangle wet clothes into a dryer. I used to go to the laundromat when I had my first apartment which didn’t include laundry. It was then that I vowed every future apartment would have a washer and dryer inside. I was lucky that my local laundromat was 24 hours and I could do in the dead of night, be the only person there, and watch whatever I wanted on the free cable. I was not so lucky yesterday, I had to walk into the dank, stuffy building with Little Darling on my hip and a garbage bag of dirty clothes in my hand. I scouted out the washers and saw a row of regular looking washers. I did a circle of the entire place checking it out to make sure it was safe. There were lots of fat men, a few greasy girls in brightly colored pajama pants, an old couple quietly folding their clothes in the corner, and one muscular kid who seemed just as out of place as I was. I looked around for a place to sit Little Darling while I loaded the washer. There were only three chairs in the entire building and each one contained a very large, very sweaty man who was staring directly at me. I smiled at them, trying to be friendly, and carefully stuffed the clothes into the washer while LD grabbed at every piece I pulled out of the bag. I dropped in my quarters, added my detergent, and closed the lid. The timer said 28 minutes. Surely we can survive 28 minutes, I will just find a place to sit down and we can play. I glanced at the men again. They glowered back at me. I spent 5 minutes shuffling LD back and forth from hip to hip, trying to balance her on the lid of the washer, and pacing the building. It became painfully obvious that none of these men were going to offer up their chair to the mother with a child. I finally gave up my pitiful staring at the men and went out to the car to get the stroller. After I had wrangled LD into the stroller and gotten the stroller up over the curb to the front door, I had to try and get the door open. Any woman who has ever gone anywhere with a stroller and had to deal with a door knows exactly what I am talking about. You have to open the door, and then get a foot at the bottom to hold it open while you do this weird straddle and push the stroller through. It is a lot easier if someone holds the door for you, but, alas, this is 21st century America, so everyone sat and stared at me while I pushed and shoved and forced the stroller into the building. Humiliating, embarrassing, annoying. The next 28 minutes were awkward as I alternated wheeling LD around the building and crouching down to play with her in her stroller. And to make matters worse, after I had stuffed the washer to capacity and turned it on, I saw the sign that stated absolutely no greasy, oily clothes in the washers. Oops.

We survived. Its not that I “can’t” do it because I am a woman, it would just be easier if people were still polite and courteous. Unfortunately, there is now this weird society where ignoring a woman in need is justified because she is equal. If I was somewhere and saw a dad struggling with a stroller, I would try to help. But I guess I am old fashioned.