agnostic, Annie Laurie Gaylor, atheism, Christianity, Christopher Hitchens, City Events, City Life, Delphi Forums, Freedom From Religion Foundation, Madison Mallards, Madison WI, University of Wisconsin--Madison, University Students, WISCONSIN

Who Let the Dogs Out?

Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)

(woof, woof, woof, woof)

When the party was nice, the party was jumpin’ (Hey, Yippie, Yi, Yo)
And everybody havin’ a ball (Hah, ho, Yippie Yi Yo)
I tell the fellas “start the name callin'” (Yippie Yi Yo)
And the girls report to the call
The poor dog show down

Baha Men

I’m in a big fuss over at The Poll Vault at Delphi Forums because a bigoted somewhat newbie decided to spew all kinds of anti-Semite and crazy persecuted fundamentalist Christian BS all over us regulars ie., that this is a Christian nation and there is a rich well-organized oligarchy (this is code-talk that means Jews and atheists, friends and neighbors) that has taken over this country and suppressed the Christian freedom of expression and taken god out of everything and away from this great Christian Nation of ours which the forefathers who were all christians (no damnit they were NOT): no prayers in school! no ten commandments in the county courthouses! and a heathen Buddhist Priest praying in Congress?!!!!111eleventy-eleven!!! oh noes!) and we have to fight to get it back and did you know that the constitution does not include the words “separation of church and state?” (Yeah I did. So?) and the way it reads it was meant to PROTECT Christian religious expression because we were supposed to be a Christian Nation that allows other religions to worship as they choose with out harrassing them but they should know their place damnit and it ain’t in public. Whew that was a fun run -on sentence!

She started a poll that asked does the constitution contain those words to begin her little diatribe but you didn’t know that until you were quite a few posts. into the thread. Then all hell breaks loose. Typical bait and switch tactics fundychristians like to pull all the time. <digusted whoosh>

WELL, that got all kinds of people riled up, including and not least of which were the Jewish people that frequent the forum. The Pagans, Deists, Buddhists, and atheists and a whole bunch of other “ists” that frequent that forum jumped right on that BS, too! Soon there were three threads going fast and furious with much passion! Cool Beans!

It certainly got me riled up because as an atheist I am certainly in favor of separation of church and state. Not only that I have studied that issue with a great deal of interest both because I used to be a Fundamentalist Christian; then again as my skepticism grew and I was well on my way to becoming an atheist.

Sooo, we were all in an excited tizzy discussing the constitution and bashing this illiterate fundychristian over the head with her craziness when along comes my arch enemy MrAGent. Now MrAGent and I just do not get along because I find his debating style abrasive, dishonest, cowardly, and just plain out MEAN. When he knows he is cornered and can’t win he begins attacking his opponent’s character and if that doesn’t start a fight he calls them an idiot, crazy, stupid, etc. You get the drift, right?

Well, when Wooly Mammoth (lovely man who happens to be a practicing Jew) stepped up to the plate and said ‘I take offense at what you are saying and you are about to cross a line and you better not’ only in much stronger terms, MrAGent came roaring to the fundychristian’s defense and suddenly we had a REAL flame war! Between forum members! The fundychristian had caused forum discord and separated the hens from the roosters! Whee!

I got massively involved when MrAGent agreed with the fundychristian and claimed that the forum engaged in excessive Christian bashing. I definitely disagreed with him when he said it was an anti-Christian forum. Someone else challenged him to start a thread and keep track of all the anti-Christian posts and I grabbed that idea and ran with it. I created a thread with a title “MrAGent’s Christian Bashing Thread.”

Now the fundamental Christians are coming out of the woodwork to bash ME. It’s a hoot. MrAGent is foaming at the mouth because of some comments I made and I have stopped replying to him because someone else I respect suggested I walk away from a dead horse so I did. So now he is foaming even more and accusing me of being too cowardly to answer his questions about how I bash Christians. Which I am totally enjoying!

Oh yeah, I readily admitted that I bash FUNDAMENTALIST Christians because of their strong-arm tactics in proselytizing and especially when they are like emi–absolute nut jobs who attack the constitution. And the other fundys are attacking from all sides with great furor proving my point that the Fundys ALWAYS pull that damn persecution card when they don’t get their way or someone questions their tactics. Whee! I love these roller-coater rides!

By the way, MrAGent, completely and irrevocably agreed that I should walk away from this dead horse when the other person suggested I should. Can we say Flip-Flop?

Now, to know why I got involved in all of this, took such a lively interest in adding my two cents that I am probably over draw into 2008, and am in desperate need of flame retardant underwear, you have to know that that I am 99.9 percent Irish but I have a Jewish ancestor sooo I’ll be damned if I let any sign of racial or ethnic bigotry pass uncommented upon. Oh yeah, I have some native American blood, too.

I have not mentioned this in the forum because I am not going to pull the “you are picking on me” card. No one would ever guess it in a million years so why play a card that is hidden so well I’d have to go potty to get at it? Miscegenation fries my ass because it is wrong. period. It should fry everyone’s ass.

And frankly, I find that Fundamentalist Christians are the worst offenders. Since I was raised in a fundamentalist Christan church (THE Christan Church–literally)by very conservative fundamentalist people who were as prejudiced as you can get in a totally white bread society, I think it’s my right as a recovering fundychristian to comment on these matters.

Plus I am an atheist. ‘Nuff said on that subject.

Why is this entry written in this Blog you are asking… Because I want to remind everyone that Christopher Hitchens is coming to town to give a speech October 13th at 2 pm. Also to point out to any University of Wisconsin-Madison students that are reading this that the Freedom from Religion Foundation and the infamous Annie Laurie Gaylor reisde here in our fair city. Free thinkers abound in this city.

They are a lot more interesting than those dudes standing on Library Mall telling you kids you are going to hell for being human beings unless you let someone dunk you in water and hold you under while they pray over you. More progressive in their politics, more progressive in their social consciousness, more progressive in their stance on the world period. They are also very Green when it comes to the Environment and Animal Rights is a big issue with many atheists. So there you go.

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Adult children, Baseball, Family, Football, Madison Mallards, Politics, Raising children, Sports, Summer, Wrestling

Going Swimming In the Duckpond Again Real Soon.

Now get the guns, the drugs, From my generati I’y ll take the fall, the saints, across the nation.
And it’s the sex, the gods, the freaks, the frauds.
They’re messin’ with me, Come on, come on, come on.
Let’s get it on!
Move to the music,
Play that fucking music,
Move it to the music, yeah! (Get it on)
Move to my music,
Play that fucking music,
Live through my music, yeah!

The Union Under Ground Across the Nation

Gosh this must be some kind of record for me! Two posts before 10am!

Well I guess I couldn’t think of anything to say for awhile after passing the ammunition. I was too busy waiting for The Feds to use the Patriot Act and come sweep me up in their web.

OK, I really don’t believe I’m all that big a deal to the Feds. I’m just one little Grammy who has said rude things about Georgie Porgy. He hasn’t even got the guts to kiss any girls and make them cry but that’s neither here nor there, this is about the Patriot Act. I dare them. Double dare. I want something radical to happen damnit. I’m tired of this stinking inertia.

Enough of that, this Blog entry is supposed to be about baseball! Now that we’ve had the “bombs bursting in air” celebration (or at least I have. Enough with the firecrackers People!), it’s time to go to another baseball game and so we are. The whole family is going this time. My son had such a good time that he reserved tickets for my daughter’s family, himself and my nephew and me at The Duckpond next Friday. That’s going to be 6 of us in the stands cheering on The Mallards! What fun!

I get the Daily Dugout from the Mallards and on Friday the 20th it’s William “The Refrigerator” Perry Night. The Mallards will be playing in football suits. WTF? <shaking my head> It’s all about the fans folks and we will do anything to please the fans and get ’em into the stands. C’mon, it will be fun!

Perry is an ex Chicago Bears football player for or those of you not familiar with football lore. An extremely large one who was extremely popular and very successful Also a very nice guy. I’m not particularly a fan of football but that is sacrilege in Wisconsin and Nebraska so you sort of learn these things by osmosis since everyone around you worships at the shrine of the Saturday, Sunday and Monday night football game dujour on the TV. Except I was under the impression he played for the Green Bay Packers. Maybe we just wish he did. Whatever. He’s coming to Wisconsin on the 20th, bring a football and maybe get it autographed for a large sum of money.

My Gramma on my Daddy’s side was as big a fan as any of the rest of the family. It’s an illness that settled in after church and Sunday dinne sometime in the early 60s, I tell ya’. I think I escaped it’s feverish grip because I was in the kithcen washing dishes. Hot soapy water will still protect you against a lot of nasty bugs. Make your kids do the dishes. Frequently. Male and female children.

I nterestingly enough I could not get my son to play organized sports when he was a child. I tried to push baseball, basketball (my favorite sport because I can actually see the ball and understand what they are trying to do with it) and football at him. Nope, he would have nothing to do with them. I really tried to push football onto him because football has this cult like significance in my family. All of my brothers played. It was a rite of passage into manhood.

He actually spent about four weeks pretending to go to practices while he spent time in the local swamp hunting frogs to sell at the local science supply shop that sold them to high school labs so he could play video games. I found out when I went to their first game and he was no where to be found.

It’s all because I made him do the danmed dishes in the spirit of male and female equality. But you know what, all of my brothers have problems with their knees these days and they blame it on playing football. Somebody should have made them do the dishes the poor souls.

My son is an intellectual with inclinations towards art and music. He played hacky sack and chess. He was his father’s son.  His father did the dishes.   I did not have a clue what to do with him except love him and let him be who he was and make him do the dishes.   I did not know how to raise a son whose testosterone was not sending him raging after balls other boys possessed with the urge to keep it and push him face down in the dirt if he took it away from him.

He was a pacifist. I had to teach him how to fight because he got chased home so often by little monsters calling him chicken because he had no desire to engage them in combat that he was miserable. It wasn’t that he couldn’t beat the holy crap out of them, he didn’t want to. He was bigger and much stronger than all of his tormenters.

I made him beat the crap out of one of them–the biggest, nosiest one until he drew blood after 4 years of this shit just to prove to them he could and then sent them all home with instructions to pass the word. It wasn’t much of a fight since the other kid had no idea how to protect his nose from a right roundhouse nor his solar plexus from a left hook. He was in pretty bad shape when his friends picked him up and dragged him away.

He scared me because he was different than the men I was accustomed to but thrilled me at the same time. I knew I had done something right and I knew I had picked excellent DNA for my man-child. But how to mold it properly? It gave me nightmares.

Hacky sack was good. It kept him occupied. I bought him a lot of hacky-sacks. I crocheted hacky sacks. I allowed hacky sack playing in the house. I bought Dungeons and Dragons and books on chess. I taught him and his sister and all of their friends how to play poker.

And oddly enough we watched professional wrestling on television together. He loved it. Back in the day, my Father had dragged my family to professional wrestling bouts and oddly enough I liked it too. I had a collection of autographs from those days that would have been worth a fortune if my idiot Mother hadn’t thrown them away. But that’s another bitch.

My son and I and his friends would gather around the television and watch professional wrestling and just like my father did, I would point out the ballet of professional wrestlings’ choreographed the bouts so that no one REALLY gets hurt. Horribly awfully ugly hurt I mean.  Broken back hurt.  And just like me, those boys were totally fascinated with it and the athleticism of finely tuned bodies that dates back to The Roman Coliseum. That is how I managed to be a mother *and* father and pass on fatherly lore that I learned from my own father to a son that I really didn’t know how to raise. Bless you Daddy.

But weren’t we talking about baseball? I’m really looking forward to next Friday. ;^) I got this fever from my ex Larry. Times like this I wish I could ask him to join us. I sure would like to see his reaction to baseball played in football uniforms. <snort> He’d enjoy himself. I’d enjoy him and so would the family. Too bad breaking up is so damn hard to do. But thanks Larry, you’ve given my family and me something new and wonderful and goofy to share on pretty summer evenings. Maybe we’ll get dignified and take a trip to Wrigley Field some day some day.

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air pollution, Apartment life, Calico Cats, GLOBAL WARMING, Heat Records, Madison Beltline, Madison Mallards, Madison Metro, Madison WI, traffic congestion, University of Wisconsin--Madison

The Heat Is On-on! The Heat is On the Street!

The heat is on, on the street
Inside your head, on every beat
And the beat’s so loud, deep inside
The pressure’s high, just to stay alive
‘Cause the heat is on

Oh-wo-ho, oh-wo-ho
Caught up in the action I’ve been looking out for you
Oh-wo-ho, oh-wo-ho
(Tell me can you feel it)
(Tell me can you feel it)
(Tell me can you feel it)
The heat is on, the heat is on, the heat is on
the heat is on Oh it’s on the street, the heat is – on.

Glen Frey 1985 Beverly Hills Cop Sundtrack

Well, it’s official folks, we set records for heat in June in Madison, Wisconsin and we are suffering up here. Now I know all of you southerners are going to laugh at me/us when I tell you that we reached a high of 88* on Friday. This is highly unusual this early in the season here in WI and we’re all worrying about those high electricity bills that will come in the mail next month here at the Three Threes.

We’re not wimps, I tell you. We’re NOT! But our roads might be. The Beltline buckled on Thursday causing traffic delays. I won’t call it congestion because according to another blogger we don’t have problems with traffic congestion in Madison. I guess the only real problem we have is we just don’t have enough streets going across the Isthmus or ways to get across the lakes.
Really we aren’t wimps. Our blood is thicker to hold on to any little bit of heat when things turn nasty in the winter and the wind chill index plunges to ninety below zero. hmmm… Does anyone remember when the last time that happened was? I know it happened in 1982 and 1989 and maybe in 1991 or maybe it was ’92 because I had to be somewhere important and my car(s) wouldn’t start. Nobodies cars would start unless they were under shelter and even some of them wouldn’t start.

hmmmm… There might be something to this global warming talk but to be conservative we better form another committee and spend some money to study the trends of the trends of the trends just in case we missed a trend. You think? But hey, I never liked those old cold winters anyway so I’m all for a warm-up. Is that selfish of me?

But back to warm summers. It started getting humid Thursday night and they started talking about how things were going to get worse over the weekend. Ugh… It’s not the heat that bother me you see, it’s the humidity. I swear, Wisconsin has some wicked humidity. It’s almost worse than Florida humidity when it sets in and the air stops moving. Seriously, a butterfly can’t fly on those days!

My son will come and get Patches and me if it gets to the point where I need to be in air conditioning but we’d rather stay home. Well I’d be fine going to visit the kids but Patches and my son’s dog Poser (or Po as we all call him) don’t get along well. It might be because Po is a Miniature Doberman who weighs less than Patches but thinks he twice as big and thinks she would be a good chew toy. Plus for some reason she doesn’t like anyone who is less than 4 ft tall and that poses a problem with my Gr-Son and my son’s friend’s kid who always want to pet her and play with her. Plus my son is allergic and doesn’t really want her there. The whole situation gets really ummmm… testy. That’s a good word, testy.

Going to D’s is an ordeal for everyone concerned. If Patches was a normal cat I’d pile a bunch of food in her bowl and turn on the bathroom faucet for her and she’d kiss me goddbye at the door, then I’d come waltzing home again in a couple of days and she’d be like “What, you’re home already? I haven’t finished properly ravaging the houseplants and shedding on the furniture!”

But Patches is far from normal. Patches is a short haired Calico cat. Patches has separation anxiety. I’ll be sitting here at my PC and she’ll be napping on the chair not three feet from me and wake up crying pathetically until I speak to her. Sometimes I think she must have myopia but she can see a ball of yarn I’m kitting from just fine to ponce on so it can’t be that.

Patches is also bulimic. She will eat until she pukes, Repeatedly. Right into her food bowl. I know, too much gross information. Patches has PTSD. Patches is the perfect cat for me. I have always had psychologically challenged cats. Poor Fatty Patty lost her Mama when she was less than two weeks old and was damn near dead when her rescuers brought her and her sister to me. She was traumatized and she’s needy. Her sister managed to cop some attitude and has moved on but Patches turned into a Mama’s baby and here we are. The good news is that she travels well. As long as my fingers are in the cat carrier she is fine. :^/

Madison Metro declared free bus rides for all Wednesday, Thursday and Friday as an incentive for people to leave their cars at home because of air pollution! That’s the first time that’s ever happened three days in a row. I’d like to see the stats on whether or not ridership was up. Today”s (Saturday) lack of commuters is believed to bring the amount of pollution hanging in the air down so we can all breath freely again and the Metro system can go back to charging their regular fares. It’s 2 for the price of one on the weekends. Patches does not ride the bus so we stayed home.

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Baseball, Cracker Jacks, Family, Grandchildren, Life, Madison Mallards, Madison WI, Mankato Moondogs, Moondogs, Summer

Take Me Out To the Ballgame…

I just ordered tickets for my son and grandson and me for the June 9th Madison Mallards game against the Mankato, MN Moondogs. This minor league baseball is hot stuff folks. Madison has had a great team for awhile now with good attendance and you’ve got to snap those box seats up in a hurry if you want them.We’re part of The Northwoods League. I think that means us and Minnesota and maybe they let Michigan play as a courtesy.

Sillier than snot crap happens on the field between innings that caused my beloved ex, Larry, to say with awe inspired disapproval “That would never happen at Wrigley Field.” Probably not even at The Brewer Stadium where things are a little more relaxed but we rednecks have to have a reason to drag our kids out to sit in the hot sun besides baseball bats and statistics. We also love our beer and the boys, well when they have an audience, they play for keeps.

But it is kind of ridiculous to have people chanting “give us another beer” when a batter is about to get three strikes in a row because the house gives half-price off on the beers. Nothing like a stadium full of drunkards because the home team is winning. :^/ Not to mention the poor sportmanship it shows. Oh well…

But let’s take a look at that name–the Madison Mallards? Yeah, I know…it sucks having a big old duck for a mascot. A big old yellow and green and red duck. Quack quack. But I gotta get me one of these hats! It could be worse. We could be the Moondogs and be from MN. Arf Arf.

This would be my GrSon’s first ‘grown-up’ ballgame. He played T-ball last year and is going to play again this summer. I think he’d really have a lot of fun at these games. Maybe he will get chosen to drive one of the miniature Volkswagon Beetles around the baselines in the Kiddie Kar race! He’d love that! Or do something weird to that damn duck. See I told you silly stuff happens between innings. You should see the stuff the grown-ups do. Larry just sat there and shook his head and kept saying “This is so undignified.” Larry was wound just a little too tight for the minor leagues. I’m for sure going to get Gabe a mini baseball bat souvenir. His Mom and Dad won’t be there to say no the stinking old spoil sports.

I think my son is going to enjoy this one because Harley Davidson is going to have a display of their motorcycles their and hey, there is going to be fireworks after the game! Don’t ask me why. I don’t have a clue. If we are amongst the first 1,000 to hit the gate we get a free hat. I think that means everyone gets a hat but the people who are late. I didn’t know that ball park holds more than 1200 people. Not the hat I want but not bad but. Just not great. I wouldn’t spit at it that’s for sure but I really love the yellow one. I wasn’t crazy about the Muskies.

I love hats period. In fact, I have a huge collection of hats. I need a Mallards hat. Before we had the Mallards we had the Wolves baseball team. Great team name. Great Mascot. Great Logo. Great Hats. I have one and every once in awhile I wear it. They were awful. Couldn’t win a game to save their souls. Nobody ever went to their games. Even when they were free which they were most of the time. The Wolves slunk off into the northwoods and were never heard from again. Those losers have all gone back to being farm kids heaving bales of hay around.

Ahhhh… summer. Baseball, swimming, riding bikes and chasing fireflies and playing hide and seek after dark while the parents played cards.

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