The world respects America “not just for our arsenal,” President Obama said tonight, “it respects us for our diversity and openness, and the way we respect everything.
Check this out. I do NOT respect everything.
My intension was to do some posting about the critters– Snaps, Rocky, Missy, Tiger, The Long-Haired Hippy Dog Gil, and Beatrix– the resident new comer, also known as, The Puppy.
I was to have a nice fancy dinner, take/hold/let all non-Human critters out one last time, wander around the World Wide Web for about 15, 20 seconds, and then tell some stories about the critters.
And then I saw that quote.
I actually don’t give
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mother fucking rat’s ass what the world thinks about my country because even before my country was invented generations of people lived and fought and died trying to invent my country. See for example Galileo, Martin Luther, Christopher Columbus, Bradford, and others who all contributed. Oh. Yeah. I forgot about 1066 and some Magna Carta shit.
To the point about respecting everything… .
Have you never read a critique about relativism?
Fantasy Island versions of Americans Donald Turmp supporters– do NOT respect everything.
That really makes no sense at all. How can you respect everything. ?
“Dear Piece of Greasy Part of a Very Small Celery Leaf on my Kitchen Floor that I Should have Sucked up in My Awesomely Powerful Wet/Dry All Surface Floor Cleaner, Go Suck Yourself.” is not very respectful. And yet, that is truly how I feel about that small celery leaf on my kitchen floor right now.
And that is truly how I feel about a fellow citizen who I am supposed to address as “my president.”
And as I think of it, I have more respect for that greasy piece of celery than I do for “my president.” That greasy piecey piece of celery was part of something– part of last night’s French Onion Soup preparations. Part of 12 cups of frozen Basic Brown Soup Stock in the freezer.
Here is my list of off the top of my head things I don’t respect:
- Men who do not hold doors open for women;
- Young women who don’t hold doors open for old ladies or even younger women with children;
- People who do not appreciate the structure of bullets and semi-colons
- People who don’t know the difference between a bullet and a cartridge;
- People who don’t smile when they say “Thanks”;
- People who cannot laugh at themselves every now & again;
- Men who don’t respect women (but I repeat from above)
- People who hear that little puppy yapping at 10:26pm central and who would do nothing even if doing something requires putting shoes and a jacket on, yet again.
The dogs are well. I only see Snaps very late in the evening but I suspect Snaps and the Long-haired Hippy Dog, Gil are friends.
Missy doesn’t know what to make of Bebe.
Bebe is an eatin’ / drinking / pooping / peeing little machine.
If you know anything at all about mammalian development, Beatrix is the very definition of a whirling dervish miracle.
You gotta respect that, don’t you?