Saturday, August 01, 2015

More on the Dentist Lion Killer

Lots of activity around here folks!  Mostly me going out every hour and collecting Japanese beetles off of my knockout rose bushes.  They're easy to catch.  I just put the cup of soapy water beneath them where they're fucking having sex on a rose or and they drop to their soapy death. Imagine being waterboarding while you're having sex.  Have to admit, something I never thought of.  

So what's with the butterfly on my zinnia plants at the beginning of this post?  Well, it's what I prefer to dwell on this beautiful, if hot and humid, Saturday morning, the first day of August, beauty.  While I'm observing and appreciating beauty, Dr. Walter Palmer, the Lion Killing Dentist from Minnesota is in hiding as one would expect of a coward.  Big man hunting big game.  As one of the late night comedians said, "If Dr. Palmer has an erection problem, we have other methods (Viagra) to address that problem.  He doesn't have to travel to Africa and spend $50,000 to shoot a tame lion."

Now you know when Betty White is pissed, you have a problem. And folks, don't feel one bit sorry for this pathetic excuse for a human being that Dr. Walter J. Palmer has demonstrated himself to be.

 I am so glad I wasn't born with the gene to destroy. The gene to take. I appreciate the beauty that is all around us and how someone could destroy such a beautiful and magnificent creature like Cecil the Lion is almost beyond my comprehension. In fact, my only explanation is that this kind of person is not totally human because he lacks basic humanity.  And folks, people like this are all around us.  They're not just the stereotype of a criminal but like this dentist, pillar of the community with the sparkly white teeth.  Beneath that "clean" veneer is a monster folks, a monster.  All around us they lurk, just waiting for their chance to destroy innocent lives and "take."  And that term "take" is one thing that especially angered me.  Dr. Palmer "apologized" for "taking" Cecil the lion because he didn't know that Cecil was a "beloved" animal in the Zimbabwe National park.  Doesn't terms like "take" get to you?  Hey dirtbag, you KILLED Cecil the Lion, you didn't "take" him.

Last known picture of Cecil the Lion (standing) with is likely successor, "Jericho." 

So the coward, Dr. Walter J. Palmer is now in hiding.  Already there is some backlash to the backlash that maybe vigilante justice went too far by demonstrating at his office.  Uh .  . . . . . no.  The shaming of this coward is appropriate for the crime he committed to satisfy his own outsized ego.  See here.

Coward Palmer with another one of his "takes", a grizzly bear

Not to dwell too much on this subject (can you tell I'm very upset about this whole thing?), but what did he do with Cecil's head?  Getting it stuffed now?  By the way, I heard his wife is a Big Game Hunter too.  Uh huh.  Some family.  Also, I heard that Dr. Palmer settled a sexual harassment suit brought against him by a former employee for over $130,000.  Surprised?  I'm not.  

So Dr. Walter J. Palmer, the Twin Cities Star Dentist, joins America's former "dad", the sexual predator Bill Cosby as being one of the most despised Americans every.  They belong together.  

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Cecil the Lion - Killed by American Dentist

Did you hear about the asshole American dentist (who obviously makes way too much money) who killed the famed Cecil the lion?  

You know folks, I'm not a religious person but at times like this I wish there was a Hell so there would be a seat reserved for this dentist, Walter Palmer. 

Big Brave Man who shoots a pet

Mr. Macho Big Game Hunter paid over $50,000 to shoot this lion with a bow and arrow then stalk the wounded lion for forty hours before killing him with his gun.  Then he cut the lion's head off and skin him.  Hey, now he can mount Cecil's head in his machismo big game den, which he obviously has and brag to his fellow macho buds about what a masterful man he is. 

You know folks, I never got the hunting thing.  Oh sure, I know all about hunting for food and I guess that's all right (my father was a dedicated hunter).  But I never go that hunting gene, neither did either of my brothers and they're both straight.  But to hunt for so called "sport."  

Smiling pretty with perfect teeth, Walter Palmer, Minneapolis's Top Dentist poses with his "takes". Proud of yourself Mr. Palmer, Big Game Gaping Asshole?

I won't say too much more about this, let the videos I've uploaded to You Tube speak for me.  But I'll tell you folks, it is at time like this that I am ashamed to be a member of a species that sees nothing wrong with killing "for sport" a magnificent animal like Cecil the Lion. When I hear of atrocious acts like this it makes my head go crazy.  My only relief is that there are other people like me who think that activity like this is so wrong.

Having said what I said, I do hope there is a special place reserved in Hell for Walter Palmer, Minneapolis's Top Dentist. 

Monday, July 27, 2015

Bagworms and Rabbits

Now there is a blog title I bet no one has ever posted before.  Hey, anything to get attention.

Lately I've been a bit off track in my daily postings.  Several reasons for my tardiness.  An obsession with online Scrabble games (trying to get my win rate up to at least 50% - not successful - yet).  Another reason is just the amount of time I spend in my backyard trying to maintain this garden oasis in Lower Slower (aka Sussex Country, Delaware).  

Every year I encounter challenges in maintaining and improving by sylvan wonderland.  This year my challenges are:

Japanese beetles

Oh my, oh my.  Several times a day I go out and collect Japanese beetles off of my rose bushes.  They're easy to collect, they just drop into my jar of soapy water and die.  

A Japanese beetle gangbang

I don't like to kill living things but I do make exceptions and Japanese beetles are definitely one of them.  Why I even slip them into their soapy death when they're having sex, which is quite often.

I think the female Japanese beetle must be the slut of the insect world.  I often find her, hind quarters up awaiting penetration by her male counterpart.  Yep, I slip both of them into their soapy demise.

Another pest I found this year are bagworms.  Ever see them?  Disgusting!  We have a whole like of pine trees bordering our property.  Just last week I found that part of them is already infested with these useless insects.  For the first time I went out and brought insecticide to kill the MF's. You can pick them off too like balls off of a Christmas tree. 
They may look like pretty pine cones but they are death to a tree

But believe me, these insidious, destructive insect will kill a tree in no time if left undetected.  I've already lost a wonderful arborvitae tree next to my front door when I discovered them chewing away from their innocuous bags that I thought were miniature pinecones. I had to have the whole tree removed.

I sprayed the line of pine trees yesterday morning in the hot and humid heat but some still survived, witness Bill holding this one in his hand late yesterday.

But folks, the most annoying threat to my Garden of Eden here is, you got it:  


Every early evening, there they are, munching away on my expensive Peppers' Greenhouse plants.  And bold!  I almost tripped over these two last night while making my final rounds collecting Japanese beetles.

 I'll be quite frank with you folks, I wouldn't mind shooting both of these Easter bunnies. Really, I wouldn't. But I won't. What I do instead is just try and plant plants that they don't like.

These rabbits may look all cute and everything but they are destructive.  I've often said to Bill "Where is the fox when you really need one?" And coincidentally, yesterday as we were traveling up Route One to Milton to make a pit stop at Food Lion I saw a roadkill fox along the side of the road.  So here we go, the rabbits have no natural enemies here in Lower Slower but the foxes have one which is pretty efficient in keeping their population down:  automobiles. 

Each day is a challenge folks, especially in my backyard where there are many living creatures, some uninvited and not welcome, sharing with me. But then there are others like the honey bees and the birds, all welcome.  That's life!

Yeah, well we have tried to set out the Have-a-Heart trap with a carrot lure inside to catch the long eared critters to no avail.  We try folks.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

I LOVE Donald Trump!

Yes, you read that right.  


You want to know why?  Of course you do.  

You're thinking "How can Ron, a former conservative (first presidential candidate I ever voted for was Barry Goldwater in 1964), turned Bleeding Heart Liberal, even consider taking Donald Trump seriously?"

I'll tell you why (that's why I have a blog folks).  


Do I agree with everything he says?  Of course not.  I don't agree with everything any politician says, even the ones I vote for.

But here is why I like Donald Trump.  

He is shaking up The Establishment.  

I get a kick out hearing the Talking Heads news coverage of Donald Trump on MSNBC and the other Talking Heads political discourse shows.  They all seem to preface their coverage of Donald Trump with the qualifier:

"Donald Trump, a man who will NEVER GET THE REPUBLICAN NOMINATION NOR EVER BE PRESIDENT said today . . . . . . "

It's almost like they're trying to convinced themselves that this couldn't be possible, "Donald Trump the Republican presidential candidate?"

And of course they're continuing their brainwashing of the public by steering their agenda of the Usual Subjects, like presidential candidates Jeb Bush and Hillary Clinton.

Now let's make this clear, I'm going to vote for Hillary.  I'm no big fan of Hillary or her husband Bill "Throw the gays under the bus" Clinton and their grasping, secretive ways but folks, can anyone seriously think I would vote for a Republican candidate that would take away my rights as an equal citizen of this country just because I happen to be born gay.  I would vote for Attila the Hun if he was for gay equal rights. 

Attila the Hun (Fierce)

Not to belabor the subject folks, but imagine if one of those folks in the Republican Clown Show was elected president and then had a chance to appoint a Supreme Court Justice.  Just imagine.  There goes the country.  I would again be a criminal because I am gay and I "engage" in "unlawful" activity.  Not to veer too far off the subject but I've always been amazed at some straights being so concerned with what I do in my private life with another consenting adult.  Excuse me for being happy.  But I digress.  I have to stay on subject.

Donald Trump is shaking up the current, smug, arrogant political equation but talking without a teleprompter.  

Donald Trump is causing his Republican political opponents to shake in their boots because he says what everyone is thinking.

Did Rick Perry start wearing glasses because he wanted people to think he was smart and not as stupid as he appeared to be on that debate stage when he couldn't even remember the three cabinets offices he said he would abolish once he became president? Of course and everyone knows it but no one said it.

Rick Perry - Before

Rick Perry - After

John McCain, War Hero, calls the 15,000 people who showed up for a Donald Trump event in Arizona "crazies".

McCain, War Hero, refused to apologize to the Trump supporters saying "Crazie" was an term of "endearment."  

You all know John McCain, War Hero. The Angry Old Man who has gotten a free pass for years because he was captured by the Vietnamese when the Naval Admiral's son and grandson went off of a hotdog mission as a fighter pilot (which he was not, he was a bomber pilot) after he had already crashed two jets, which should have disqualified him from ever flying again but hey, John Sidney McCain III was used to having his way being born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Now I am not discounting his year of imprisonment and torture during his 4 1/2 years of captivity but does that make him a hero?  My Uncle John Tipton was captured by the Germans TWICE during World War II (he was a paratrooper) and wasn't release until a few months after his mother died.  He suffered all kinds of deprivations as did his fellow prisoners but did he consider himself a "hero"?  No, he was just doing his job.  

Again, not to belabor the subject but I guess this all depends on what qualifies one as a hero.  A fellow soldier falling on a grenade to prevent massive death to other soldiers . . . that's a hero in my opinion.  Being captured is not being a hero.  Especially since he went on a mission that he wasn't qualified for but went anyway because he was the admiral's son and no one would question him.

So for years John Sidney McCain has been getting a free pass.  He makes an insulting comment about Donald Trump's supporters in his home state of Arizona. McCain is used to making insulting and demeaning comments about his opponents, especially those who oppose his war mongering ways.  Then what a surprise, Trump comes right back at him and the whole Establishment is AGHAST!  

"Someone criticized our WAR HERO"."  Give me a break.  Thank you for your service to our county Senator McCain and I am sorry you were captured and suffered but a war hero?  Not really.  You were captured.  

So all the Talking Heads in The Media says "That's it for Donald Trump."  He "crossed the line."  Hey, guess what?  Donald Trump is still there bombastic as ever, leading the polls and fighting back.  

Here's what I really like about Donald Trump, 
he's shaking up the status quo.  Everybody had this political season down to Queen Hillary's Cake Walk and the Republican Clown Car fighting for recognition.

The Republican Clown car - let the show begin!

I especially like that he's shaking up the news media.  They just don't know what to make of The Donald.  They keep saying that The Donald Bubble will break but it just keeps going on.  

I think Willie Geist said it best on "Morning Joe" the other day, while the Usual Suspects at the round table were trying to figure out The Donald Trump phenomena. Willie said:


Sunday, July 19, 2015

Backyard Tour 2015

All right folks.  Due to popular demand, here is a video I took on this hot and humid Sunday morning of my backyard.  Actually it was only one blog follower (the famous "Anonymous") who requested this year's tour but I agree.  

Growing up in second floor apartments, I only lived in a house with a real backyard the last year I lived at home (1958).  Then I graduated from high school and I was off to the Army for three years.  After getting out of the Army in 1963 (they didn't allow gays back then, that's why I got out while the getting was good), I lived in a series of apartments.  

Then I met Bill, my lifelong (51 years this year!) partner and friend in 1964.  We lived in his garden apartment (Penn Manor) in Pennsauken, New Jersey.  After a couple of years we moved to Philly (Philadelphia) where the "action" (ready "gay" for a young, not and horny guy like me) was.  We got an apartment in Roxborough (Cheswick Square).  Roxborough is a section of Philly like Brooklyn is a section of New York.  I was only a bus ride away from THE BARS (read "gay.")

Then when they raised our rent from $140 a month to $165, I said "Enough!" and we went looking for a house in center city Philadelphia where I could walk to work (and walk to the bars - read "gay").  

My first real house with a backyard, albeit, small.  

After eleven years I had enough of The Bars (read "gay") and center city living with the police sirens and the dirty streets and the crime, and the congestion.  I needed SPACE.

We moved to The Country.  Specifically East Brandywine Township, Downingtown, Pennsylvania.  Built a house on 6.875 acres of land and I really had a Backyard now, even though I had to share it with the local deer population.

After twenty-five years I had enough of the high Pennsylvania school taxes and power outages and congestion (yes Virginia, Pennsylvania was getting congested even where we lived).  We (read "I" because Bill was against the idea) brought land and had a house built right here in southern Delaware, near Rehoboth Beach and the large gay population.  I figured as I got old and needed a support group, the local gays would be more accommodating than my super religious, right wing, conservative, gay-hating neighbors in Pennsylvania.  Well, the gay support group thing didn't quite work out but I've made a lot of friends through this blog and I now have a real backyard that I thoroughly enjoy.  Of course I'm still "sharing."  This time with a rabbit

Yes, this is the actual rabbit that is decimating my flower beds (likes lavender especially) - I took this picture a couple of nights ago.  I haven't been able to take a picture of that fat groundhog that lives under my shed but I will, give me time.
and a groundhog that lives under my shed but what the hey?  There's enough for all of us. 

I'll write about The Rabbit later.  He/she is worthy of a whole blog posting of their own.

Friday, July 17, 2015


Here almost a week went by and I haven't done a post.  "What's going on in your world Ron that you aren't posting everyday?"

Well folks, here is the answer: 


Yes, Scrabble is my new obsession.  

Specifically online Scrabble.  

Want to know who is primarily responsible for this new obsession of mine?  (Of course you do).  Take ONE big guess:

There's the culprit.  That retired Canadian police department fingerprint inspector, that part-time Sixties band bass player, that full-time movie extra, that vegan minimalist who lives in that ultra modern house (or "hoose" as he says it) in Toronto:  yep, that's him:


Pat, one of the few (probably) only people in the world who can put up with my many idiosyncrasies and still like me for the wonderful fellow that I am (hey, no need for modesty here, this is after all MY blog).  

When I visited Pat last year in Toronto, Canada he asked me to play a game (or two) of Scrabble with him.  I acceded thinking that I'm going to excel at this word game because I have read so much and like to write.  Oh how mistaken I was.  First game Pat skunked me.

Second game, skunked again.  Third game:


Well, you get the idea.  Ole Ron wasn't a smart at he thought he was.  

The last time I played Scrabble was perhaps when I was in sixth grade.  I never progressed much past simple three and four letter words. I knew nothing about Scrabble strategy.  (Strategy?  You say "Strategy?" Yes, Virginia, there is a Scrabble strategy.) 

Well, long story short, after getting beat so many times by Pat I made it my mission to vastly improve my Scrabble playing skills.  

My last game with Pat I did win. "Crudites" was my winning bingo word; last play which left Pat's mouth agape and challenging my word - which he, of course, lost).  

The thrill of victory; ah so sweet!  Of course there was also the agony of defeat which wasn't so sweet.  

Please excuse me for going on into a long blog post so I'll try to tighten this up:  

I never like chess (it made my head hurt thinking of all those moves ahead).  

I never got involved in computer (mainly Facebook based) games because I just didn't have the time. 

Over the years I have turned down many an invitation from my Facebook friends to play their silly (I thought) games (like that "Farm Animals thing).  But now folks, in my quest to be the ABSOLUTE BEST at Scrabble, I'm playing multiple games with friends on Facebook.  I'm so obsessed I'm even playing with random strangers on Facebook.  Yes folks, I am now a Promiscuous Scrabble Player.  

So how am I doing?  Well, one thing I'm not losing every game like I was at the beginning.  And I'm getting better at making word more than three letters without giving my opponents opportunities to make the big score by playing triple word scores. 

So every morning I check my Scrabble boards on Facebook (about twenty now and moving up) to see how many are my turn.  

I am loving this interaction with friends like Dr. Spo who, of course, is terrific at Scrabble and Sean who is also a master at Scrabble.  

Sean recently informed the world he was closing his blog.  I have to admit that occasionally I have thought of ending my blog but I just can't do it.  I don't want to lose all the friends I've made through my blog.  Plus, I just like to write since I had my first pen pal when I was twelve years old.  

Maybe it's because I was and am lonely and always in a quest to make new friends. Or maybe it's just because I like to talk about myself, my lifelong quest to find out who I am.  Or maybe it's a combination of those two factors.  

Whatever, I will continue to write my blog posts, but maybe not as often as I have in the past.  Of course this obsession will eventually pass (they all do) and I will be back to my daily posts (or more, you know me when I'm hot on a topic).  

So bear with me folks.  I'm still here ruffling feathers and enjoying life to the fullest.  


  And of course looking forward to the day when I can skunk Pat and my friends on a regular basis.  Ah yes, life is good.

Oh, the photo at the top of this blog?  Drama this past week in getting this contraption installed.  In more normal times I would write about it but these aren't normal times.