Taxes, Until Death do us Part

Back in early 2012 some folks in North Dakota got up in arms about paying property taxes (in other words: Paying rent to live in their own house) so they wrote up a petition, got enough signatures, and got it approved to go on the June ballot.

The Powers-that-be did not want to lose their power to spend other peoples' money. I consider the 'Powers-that-be' are people able to hire lawyers and accountants to get them out of paying property taxes, or use property taxes to get them out of paying other taxes. Whatever, so began a struggle back and forth with articles and letters-to-the-editor for and against--as they named it--Measure 2.

The Forum, Fargo, North Dakota, has two political cartoonists. One of them compared Measure 2 to #2, what happens in the bathroom. I didn't think that was very classy, sent a letter-to-the-editor, told them what I thought, and whoever runs the Opinion page must have agreed, as my letter was published.

The 'Powers-that-be' must have gotten scared that we (the Measure 2 proponents) were going to win, for the 'Powers-that-be' went around the state--and out-of-state--and collected all kinds of money to advertise against us. To name the two largest contributors: $103,225, ND Association of Realtors, Bismarck (GROWTH Powers-that-be,) and $100,000, National Education Association, Washington, DC. (I have to wonder where their money came from...Taxes?) There were several others. The Powers-that-be ended up with $600,000. (Us proponents with $10-$50 donations, collected $21,760.) And guess what? When they started to use that money to put out scare-tactic television advertising--similar to what's going on today with the White House saying how bad this sequestration is going to be--yeah, we lost by a large margin.

So I don't forget , AARP, The National Association of Retired Persons, also Washington, DC, donated $20,000. Strange, I thought the AARP was an organization for helping the senior citizen, not going against them. Why do I say that? Because many senior citizens end up on just social security to pay their bills: A fixed income, right? One of the letters-to-the-editor brought out the fact that no little old ladies were being thrown out in the street. Well, that letter should have set us all straight.

He's probably right. I don't have the statistics, although I'm sure there are some. (People do lose their home to unpaid taxes.) The important thing here is that other fact: 'Fixed' income. So they weren't thrown into the street, but they also probably ended up not having much extra money to spend in their retirement. Then there's the senior citizen homestead credit discount after they're 65, but what about those years reaching 65? It can be a battle. 

I signed that Measure 2 petition and wrote several other letters-to-the-editor. Some didn't get published. I wonder why. I didn't name-call. I made sure they were all short. But then our main regional newspaper, The Forum, Fargo, ND, stood solidly with the 'Powers-that-be.' That could be one reason.

That brings us up to date. Right now North Dakota is awash in new tax revenue. The western part of the state is being fracked and fracked and fracked, for oil. (They are talking thousands more drill sites.) And we have no real idea how that 'fracking' is affecting our ground water--I mean, come on! That water, with some kind of chemical in it is being forced underground to somehow get the oil out. Well, we don't know what it's doing down there. Is it just staying where we put it, or does it, as water does, start moving to who knows where? The area, population-wise, is growing frantically; it's going to need good water. The thing is, we need oil for power, but do we have to get it all out of the ground right NOW? And sell it right NOW? What about the future, meaning just a few years down the road? I don't mean decades or generations...but years. Oh yeah, the oil companies want to drill in the Killdeer Mountains too. I wonder how long Theodore Roosevelt National Park will be spared?

But, of course, the 'Powers-that-be' love the population-growth. It means more people to pay taxes, it means hiring more people to provide services to all that population-growth, and that requires even more taxes, and more growth, and more population, etc., etc., ETC! You see, as humankind sees it today, only 'growth' supports the economy. We haven't yet learned to do it any other way.

But, this post is not about 'growth' and what fracking for oil is doing to our environment.

It's about taxes, and how to spend all that money. I'm serious! Our legislators and local officials, and letter writers, all have ideas how to spend that money. I mean--my god! We've got it, we have to spend it! One legislator wanted to build our governor a new governor's mansion. Well, good old Republican Governor Jack Dalrymple put the brakes to that, saying the house was fine as is. Good for him!

I do have to give some of the legislators credit, though, as property tax relief is in the mix. So some of that money will go to help home owners pay their property taxes. But The Forum has already came out on the front page "Out with the old, in with the new?" That's the headline. The meat of the article was whether to build new schools or fix the old ones. I mean, in this country we don't seem to be able to build something to last more than a few decades. And, of course they aren't going to repair anything! That would embarrass the kids, and, worse, embarrass the parents. They want those architecturally-designed new schools to outshine their neighbor's schools.

So here's what's going to happen: Sure, some home owners will get a some temporary property tax relief, but that oil-tax money will NOT go on forever. In the meantime we will spend and spend and spend, mostly on schools: New schools, new coliseum-size gymnasiums, unnecessary feel-good courses and new teachers to teach those new courses, etc., ETC!  Then, when the oil tax revenue ends, we will be right back where we started, only worse, because all that newness needs to keep going as is. The county will immediately send their assessors right back out to knock on the doors of property owners and increase their property taxes beyond what they ever were before!

So, people of North Dakota, let's not wait for that scenario to happen. Let's get a petition going again and, this time, let's us go outside the state, too, and gather up some of that 'outside' money. Surely there's other people out there in other states who agree that property taxes are beyond out-of-control. Some will remember what happened in North Dakota in 2012 because our fight made national news, and if they don't know about the outside-of-state money barons that helped cause our defeat, we will tell them.

Now comes the gist of this post: What's known as the 'Fair Tax.' The link takes us to a video discussing that very simple tax but only talks about replacing 'income' tax, but it could replace property tax too. http://www.fairtax.org/site/PageServer. The key idea here is that EVERYBODY pays! No lawyers needed. You save up enough money to buy something, be it a new saw or a new home, you pay federal sales tax on it and it's yours forever! Everybody should be able to earn as much money as they can, buy what they want when they can afford to, plus the sales tax but then they OWN it! No more paying rent to live in your own home! Once you own it--it's YOURS!

And think of it: No more IRS! Of course there would have to be a bureau of some sort to deal with tax money, but it wouldn't need to be a behemoth like the IRS.

And here's where I'll end this post on taxes, for now.

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Callipygia, A State of Mind

Callipygia is a place, or maybe just a state of mind, for if you go there, and partake, you will become changed...forever.

Stephanie Daniels, 28, journalist for the Sheyenne Eagle, asks only for a home, a job, a little fun once-in-awhile and someone who truly loves her. Her insensitive boyfriend, Billy, does not. Lately, women have been on her mind, a lot she finally comes to realize. Her editor, Norm, sends her to the South Dakota Black Hills, where a large number of women have disappeared. Rumor has a lesbian sex slave camp hidden in the forest.
After 2 months she has no good leads. She's becoming discouraged when Megan appears and takes her to Callipygia, a place with a humanistic goal but questionable methods. Out of contact with her editor, Stephanie soon finds herself responsible for two pregnant women, and wondering if her job still awaits her.
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Prologue

Stephanie Daniels felt her mouth fall open. She had just received the shock of her young life.

“We want to create a more sensitive society,” Megan added.

My God. Stephanie’s mind flew to the interviewed men with stories of being used as studs. She had believed them, yes, at least believed that they really believed it, but had also sometimes considered them quite humorous and chauvinistic. Stud service. What a laugh. But no longer.

“Oh, we aren’t like Hitler—“ Megan began.

“Why aren’t you? Do the men have a choice in the matter?”

“Well, not really. But we don’t force them, exactly.”

“My God, Megan,” Stephanie pushed away, “Meg, I can’t stay here.” She moved to the tent flap, wriggled her way through, and then fully realized she was in deep forest with no idea which direction to go.She hadn’t even kept track of their direction yesterday. Just not thinking clearly at all.

“I can’t let you leave, Steph,” Megan appeared at the tent flap, dragging her backpack.

“You can’t stop me, Meg.”

“Yes, I can.” Megan slipped through the tent opening, reached into her backpack, and produced a very small handgun, “You must not leave, Steph.” She introduced a cylinder to the barrel and began twisting it on.

Excerpt from Chapter 6 Interviews (Asterisks denote words missing, for brevity.)****
She also had interviewed all but one of the men abducted by the legendary Dakota Amazons, by phone and most also in person. Eleven in all, six bachelors, five married, all well-built specimens of the male half of the species, and all upstanding citizens. Whatever that meant. Oh yes, and all perfect gentlemen.
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Today the last interviewee and the most recently abducted.
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With sober face and one more glance behind him, the man pushed through the outside door, appeared to look at himself in the reflective glass, and brushed his hair. Oh yes, meeting an unknown woman he wanted to look his best. Hmmm. Maybe not so censurable. Had their roles been switched Stephanie guessed she would have brushed at her hair too.

Even so she had to stifle a chuckle, and took another quick breath through her nose. What was happening to her? Was she beginning to hate all men? Hate was not the word she didn't think, but the interviews with all the men, not just the abductees, had opened her eyes. Most had hit on her, and all had appeared self-serving, stuck on themselves, just plain hot shit. But hate them?
****
"Ms. Daniels?" The man stopped at her booth.

"Yes." She grabbed her napkin and swept it over her mouth, cleared her throat, stood, extended her hand, "Ramsey?"

"Yes. Ramsey." He gripped her hand.

It was warm. Soft. She wondered if he did any physical work, then chided herself for wondering something that had nothing to do with the subject of the interview ."You said on the phone that I don’t have to reveal my last name."

"No, of course not." Why wouldn’t you want to? Do you have something to hide? Are you an asshole? She again chided herself for the unprofessional thoughts. What was wrong with her? This man was a gentleman, and so damn good-looking, "Please, sit down, Ramsey."
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Their coffee arrived in a quart-sized covered pitcher, then their food. Likely the waitress wouldn't approach again unless asked, so Stephanie made her request, "So, Ramsey, would you tell me of your experience, please?"

"You mean with the Amazons…."

Did a smirk, or something, cross his face? She supposed so, and it probably was harmless. After all, depending on how one looked at it, a great deal of humor could be seen in what had happened to him. "Yes, I believe we're referring to the same thing."

Well," he rolled his eyes and glanced at the ceiling, then shook his head. Two short shakes to each side, something she had seen Billy-boy do when describing women he had met during his short jobs, another subtle way of putting her down. She guessed what was coming from Ramsey. "This great-looking babe walks into my office one day—I'm in real estate—and says she's interested in buying a small rural property."

"Can you describe her?" Stephanie removed a pen and notebook from her purse.

"Yeah, fabulous brunette curls, clear down, uh—oh, several inches below her shoulders, really great-looking hair."

She could feel him looking at her own hair, which was curled rather nicely that day, she thought, but she didn't look up, "Anything else?"

"She was about, oh, five-feet-eight or nine, slim, but no way was she skinny. No way."

Stephanie looked up. The man appeared lost in thought. "What about her clothing? Dress? Jeans? Business suit?"

"Sorry." He looked sad, like he felt he had really lost something, "I don't remember…, not a dress, but, she did look professional."

"But nothing more about her appearance?"

"No, nothing…, just that she was so…” He let out a shallow breath, his eyes looked wet for a second or two, “Well, you know…."

"All right. She came in, then what?"

"We didn't talk long. She said she had some other errands to take care of, but could we talk further at her motel? And, of course, that was all right with me."

Of course. Stephanie no longer wondered if the man was married or single. She wouldn't want him.

"I guess it did occur to me to wonder if I might be getting picked up. But hell, I'm single, and there was a possible sale in the offing, so, yes, I went to her motel."

At this point in the men’s stories Stephanie had always just as soon not heard the rest, but knew something different could possibly come to light so she never stopped the men from telling all.

"She met me at the door dressed in the whitest, sheerest, negligee I ever hope to see in this life. I mean, I thought I had died and gone to heaven."

"What about right then, Ramsey? You still don't remember anything else about her appearance?"

"She had red lips, and I think they were natural. I mean I think she wore no makeup at all, just like under the negligee. Nothing. A natural beauty." He shook his head, "But by now I was drooling, Ms. Daniels." But his face had gone serious, "I admit it. I was taken for a ride. But her sex appeal was simply overwhelming. The only thing I remember for certain is that she was beautiful."

His demeanor had changed. Stephanie suspected that he did feel some guilt and remorse, not that he thought he had done anything wrong. Well, not that she thought so either, exactly. But that he had allowed his hormones to go completely into overdrive. Maybe he wasn't such a terrible guy after all.

"I did show her some available properties, and we did discuss them. But it wasn't long till she just asked point blank if I wanted to go to bed with her." He seemed genuinely embarrassed.

"And then?"

"Well, I just peeled off my clothes and jumped into bed with her. And that's the last time I saw her face. Hell, I don't even remember the prick of the needle, and my adrenalin was already racing so hard that I barely remember the jet ride."

"Jet ride?"

"Yeah, speed. High-speed adrenalin. You know, barbiturates. Haven't you ever been put to sleep in a hospital, for surgery?"

"No, I guess I haven't."

"You have an experience to look forward to then. It's like a motor racing, it's like your head becomes part of the engine, it's like a first kiss, a first love."

Now Stephanie knew. She had experienced that ride, but so far back, definitely not with Billy, and wondered if she would ever experience it again.

"But, about to kiss that gorgeous babe I was already on the jet ride, so when the needle hit," he opened both hands and arms, "Well, I just considered it part of the ride."

So basically the man was human. He had been taken advantage of, gotten his genes stolen, and then got dumped on a lonely country road. With more compassion she listened to the remainder of his story. Waking up, handcuffed, blindfolded, a blood draw, then he walked to a vehicle, got a ride to somewhere, then he had to walk again, then the needle again, and another jet ride. Then later waking up, strapped down and still blindfolded. No voices except to give him orders .'Get up.' 'Walk.’ He swore being prodded with a gun barrel. 'Remove your clothes.’ ‘All of them.’ 'Lie down.’  'Get an erection—' "I couldn't believe it." He laughed, very human-sounding, "I mean, what did these babes think? That I could just do that? Because they told me to?"

"So you didn't?"

"Oh, I did all right. It's not like I was fearing for my life or anything, even if that was a gun in my ribs."

"So you did."

"Yeah. But I got a little help, ya know? With a mouth," he took a breath, glanced away for a second, "I just hope that mouth was feminine. But I have no reason to think there were any males around. After I got," his eyes stared for a second, his head nodded forward, twice, his lips tightened, "the erection, they greased me good. Then I could feel another person climbing onto whatever I was laying on. Goddamn it, it better have been a woman." He took another breath, his eyes got fixed again, he looked down, "I hope it was that gorgeous brunette."

He got quiet then, put his hand over his mouth, continued to stare, glanced out the window, then went on, "And I had an orgasm all right." He laughed, slightly, "I've never gone in for bondage things like that, at least I assume that sort of thing would be called bondage." He glanced at her, as if she—a journalist, or was it because she was a woman?—should know.

"Yes, Ramsey, I would say, probably, bondage."

"Anyway, being blindfolded, tied down, helpless, well, it was the most explosive orgasm I've ever had." Again he got quiet, then finally went on to tell he remembered one hand-fed meal, a gentle feminine voice from the one feeding him, then a walk, "It was through woods, that I can guarantee you."

"How so?"

"Smells. I can't say what I smelled, but it was woods for certain sure, and quite a ways, miles anyway. And then another ride, and then they opened the door, told me to get out, then untied me and told me to leave the blindfold on—Oh, yeah, and then she poured beer all over me, even in my hair. Cripes….”"

"Did anyone ever hurt you?"

"No. Except for the needle, which didn't hurt that much, and then of course my pride."

Of course. "So how do you feel about your experience, Ramsey?" Stephanie leaned toward him, "I mean how do you really feel?" She hoped he would say something profound.

He didn't. "Well, hell, all they had to do was ask. I would have given my sperm to all of'em, if that's all they wanted. They didn't have to kidnap me."

Of course not." Would you press charges, if you could?"

No hesitation, "No. She—they, whoever they were—gave me the greatest orgasm ever."

And that was how all the interviews had gone. Even men not abducted—but had heard about her interviews—had sounded like they wished they would have been. One even volunteered his genes. That was, if she ever broke the story, and the women—whoever they were—still wanted men. But Stephanie doubted the women—whoever they were—would ever call for volunteers.

****

And each little contact she had with a man added to that change she felt growing inside her. That change she still refused to acknowledge, again, even in the privacy of her own mind.  But it was there, in her subconscious. And she knew it involved desiring women over men. And she knew that some occurrence, the meeting of some certain person, some woman, would bring everything—including honesty to herself—crashing from her subconscious. Whether she was ready, or not.

At least she was beginning to find herself hoping something like that would happen. And soon.
End of chapter
Excerpt from Chapter 20 Hesper's Welcome

****"So you want to be a Callipygian." Hesper's question seemed to Stephanie like a blunt statement.

"Well, I don't think I've said that, exactly."

"Oh?" Hesper's right eyebrow raised, but the gaze remained steady, lips closed.

She suspected the woman could be quite pretty if she would just smile. "I don't mean I wouldn't. I just need to know more."

"You do know that just women live here."

"Yes."

"Do you think that's somewhat strange?"

"Not really. I've had my own problems with men, most of my life, really." Stephanie thought for a second. All her life, "So I guess I can survive without them for awhile."

"I hope so. Because it will take some time before we'll—that is, I—before I will trust you enough to let you go back into the world, for sure if you want to go alone. Have you thought about that?"

"I didn't when Megan first told me about you here, but I guess I have since."

"How strongly? Do you consider yourself a prisoner?"

"Somewhat."

"You are, Stephanie. Although I don't care for that word." Hesper gazed at her quite calmly. Stephanie could only consider it a study, an examination of her own expressions, a body language study, "I would rather use the word 'guest,' and I'd rather you did too. And who knows? You might even come to really like it here."
****
"Are you a lesbian, Stephanie?"

She barely could believe what she heard, "What?"

Hesper faced her, "I said, 'Are you a lesbian?'"

"I…," one palm opened, then closed, "No."

"You aren't sure, are you?"

"No." Stephanie looked at the floor.

"How long have you had, oh, different feelings?"

"I don't know. Maybe all my life. But more recently, and more strongly, about a year."

"And you have no doubt of different feelings, do you?"

"No."

"That's very honest, Stephanie. You've probably never been spoken to like this before, have you?"

"No." She shook her head and faced Hesper again. She felt trust for Hesper inching into her.

"Have you ever really, truly, loved a man?"

"I…I don't think so." Stephanie shook her head negatively, heard and felt the catch in her own voice.

"How do you feel about lesbians?"

"I don't know. I do know I don't look down on them."

"That's commendable." Hesper kept up her quiet gaze, "Do you think we're all a bunch of lesbians here?"

"No, I mean, I don't know. It's none of my business."

"But it is, Stephanie, if you're going to live here. Aren't you afraid of being raped by a woman, even gang-raped?"

"I don't know how much that happens, out in the world, but I'm sure it does not happen here."

"You're right. It doesn't happen here. And as far as 'Are we lesbians?' I don't know that either. But women do love each other here." Hesper continued with her quiet gaze, a calm study again, as if body language, "Not officially. That's not why we're here, but I do know it's happening.

"Megan joined our original group last," Hesper went on, "She knew about our plans for Callipygia from the first, but only came early last summer. I guess she thought she could do more for women in her shelter. But it's a losing battle out there, Stephanie. Shelters can have secret locations but husbands can still find their wives, and even with restraining orders men can still get close enough to murder their wives." Hesper hesitated, maybe remembering her own losing battle as an abused wife, "When Megan arrived she asked for that room next to the corner, and nobody has lived next to her. I know what she went through with her husband but that's not my place to tell you. What I'm saying, Stephanie, is that if you and Megan are together, or get together, in whatever way, you don't have to worry. It's only the business of the two of you."
****
 She started for the door.

"One last thing, Stephanie."

She stopped and turned, "Yes?"

"We have a manual typewriter. I hope it'll be suitable."

"I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Good."

Stephanie started to turn, but felt more was coming, so hesitated.

"I don't for one minute believe that you are simply a lost little girl, Stephanie, as Megan seems to believe. You may truly be running away, but you are not what you seem." Hesper again gave her that quiet gaze. Not a hint of a smile, "Time, and actions, will tell. See you at supper."
End of Chapter
Excerpt from Chapter 24 Reflection
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And Megan. Just beyond the bathroom door. She could hear her doing things, occasionally, making little noises. Would they get together tonight? Did Megan want to? Had she ever wanted to? Stephanie thought about all the things that had happened in the last…my god, only a little over two days had passed since their meeting in that bar. So much had happened. For sure they had come close to necking a few times. Was that all Megan wanted? What about the night in the tent? That had seemed so unreal. No. Megan wanted everything too, same as Stephanie. She was sure.

But that one thing Megan had done. That had frightened her in a way that also seemed unreal, so unreal was the thing Megan did. The gun seemed unreal too, and so small. To fit Megan. But Megan had held it, not at her, but one tiny movement could have changed that. But Megan had not had to make a decision because Adrienne arrived. Would Megan have shot her? Killed her?

Did Megan believe in the goals of Callipygia so strongly that she would have shot her? Maybe in some abstract way she could have. Of course, abstract or not, the bullet would have been real. The occurrence left a tight little spot that she had felt all day, and short flashbacks that she tried to ignore. Abstract and unreal. Like a hazy dream she didn't really want to remember, yet couldn't forget.

All right. So she couldn't forget, but could accept. It happened, and nothing happened. And it would not stop something from happening tonight.

But she should finish her bath so Megan could have hers, or morning would come and nothing will have happened. She had taken a shower, so the washing part was over.
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The drain gurgled. She grasped the towel, a big, plush royal blue one, and began drying herself, feeling her body beneath the soft cotton. Yes, fuller. No ribs sticking out. Buttocks tight. Breasts and nipples, OK. Legs, not bony anymore. Face…she looked in the wall mirror over the sink. Her face was bright, even radiant. Hair, wet, but would dry. Hair dryers must have been one luxury item that Hesper's dad drew the line on. She didn't blame him.

She wiped her feet one at a time and stepped out, and again looked in the mirror. She let the towel hang. She looked fine. She swallowed.

Close. Ready.

 She walked to Megan's door, tapped lightly, opened it a crack, spoke softly, "Meg, I'm finished." What else to say? Nothing. If Megan didn't know by then….

"OK, Steph, thanks." Megan's voice came softly too, "I'll be in later…to, say good night. All right?"

"Yes. I'll wait for you."

The butterflies and bluebirds came streaking back, only ten times as many, and all clamoring to be heard. Megan would come. Stephanie's next thoughts could not quite make it to the surface. But she knew what those thoughts were, and knew what she wanted.

Tonight. It would happen.
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Excerpt from Chapter 34 Kill!****
Stephanie's eyes slammed open. Where was she? Cold, for damn sure, but mostly on her bottom, her nose, her back a little. She was outside. Yes, among boulders, sitting atop pine boughs. She blinked. Still dark. She blinked again. Something above the boulders. Something she didn't think was there earlier, before they went to sleep. But what? Moving? She blinked again, then held her eyes closed, then opened again, slowly, suddenly fearing what was there.

Yes. Moving—heads! Getting bigger! She heard the click beside her, then felt Megan throwing off their blanket, then came that terrible sound beside her--right beside her—and fire, orange-red flames leaping from beside her—and screaming. Prudence screaming, torn from her sleep. Herself screaming, torn from her very senses.

The heads disappeared. Megan leaped up, ejected the spent magazine, slammed in another, locked and loaded. Then she scrambled onto the boulder, peered over, then made another movement on the mechanisms on the rifle, causing a different-sounding click. Then she aimed, fired, aimed again and fired, then stood for a few seconds, watching, finally jumped back down among them, "We have to move! Now!"
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Review

3.0 out of 5 stars Well written, but graphic. Interesting main character, August 14, 2012
By P. Eddy (Seattle) (REAL NAME) I really want half stars... I'd definitely bump this up a half star.

It's well written. The visualization is beautiful. But as a woman, I felt some of the descriptions of the sex was... well... written by a man. Does that mean it wasn't good? Not at all. But I was just aware that I felt it was written by a man. As it's a book about (largely) lesbian relationships, this rang a little for me. At the same time, the way in which it was written also helped offset some of the darker parts of the book. So I wouldn't necessarily categorize this as a negative, but more just as a note. "It is what it is."

I also wasn't totally impressed by the main character's choices in life. I felt like many of her choices were only to further the story, and not choices she'd actually make. She went along with things without question, and as a journalist, I feel like she should have questioned things more. However, at the same time, she was also going through some major life issues, and so I'm chalking her choices up to that. We didn't get enough of her backstory up front. However, that's one of those issues that I'm willing to forgive, if the story is good enough.

That said, the story was excellent. There's a lot of sex and violence in the book, as well as sexual violence. So potential readers should be aware of this. But there is also a lot of love and hope. It highlights some of the horrible parts of this world, and tries to present a solution to them, and even though the solution isn't perfect, and in fact, has major problems of its own, the characters believe it is the right solution.

I would read more from this author.
From the author: "I don't agree this is a book about "lesbians;" the women have simply never found good love with a man."
Contents
1  Assignment                                 33 Into the Forest
2  Quicksilver by Greyhound         34 Kill!
3  Her Story                                    35 Cold & Wet
4  Rape & Kill                                 36 Ambush!
5  Running                                      37 Experiment Postponed
6  Interviews
7  Conspiracy
8  Megan
9  The Ranch
10 Little Girl's Room
11 Her Fantasy
12 Wilderness Hike
13 New Beginning
14 Adrienne
15 Callipygia
16 Camp
17 Arrival
18 Hesper
19 Her own Room
20 Hesper's Welcome
21 Lorena
22 Callipygia's Welcome
23 Impregnation & Termination
24 Reflection
25 The Loving Scene
26 The Love Scene
27 Sugar & Spice
28 Confession & compassion
29 Sugar & Spice Returned
30 Morning & Consequences
31 Initiation & Deceit
32 Callipygian Christmas Card

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Seth MacFarlane, the Epitome of Jerk: An Opinion

Every once-in-awhile, something so irritates me that I just cannot keep my mouth shut, but I have never taken on a Hollywood celebrity. After Oscars-night maybe he won't be such a celebrity. We can hope. I've already heard that he has said he won't host again--Thank God!  Maybe some of his peers told him what they really thought of that cute little song and dance of his about boobs.'Did MacFarlane write his own act, his own jokes, his whole routine? Did an editor look beforehand? I doubt it. I imagine once someone reaches the pinnacle of being host of the Oscars, whoever's in charge assumes that person understands something about honor and respect for fellow human beings.

I didn't even watch the Oscars. I would have liked to. I appreciate seeing celebrities as much as most other people, but I really don't feel I can justify the time. And in this case I'm just as well pleased I wasn't watching, so, no, I didn't see MacFarlane's cute little song and dance live.

The next morning a friend shared the very short video on Facebook. I will never forget the faces of two of the women named in that song: Uncomfortable is not the word. And I have to wonder how it was that the camera was right there to capture the moment. Was it planned ahead-of-time to be zoomed in on these two women? A conspiracy of sorts? It sure looks like it. 

Yes, some women bare their breasts for a movie. I doubt they do it in order to give men a peek, but if the script calls for it they will. And I doubt they agree to do it without a lot of soul-searching. So they do it. They make the movie and I hope they get paid extra for that scene.

Then comes along an infantile host--evidently barely out of high school--out to make fun of them, except it wasn't fun.

Just so you, the reader, knows, I like seeing boobs as much as the next guy, but I like it in private with utmost respect for the woman sharing that beautiful part of herself.

Just 21 Years for Anders Breivik? An Opinion

Just 21 Years for Anders Breivik? An Opinion

For those who don't remember the mass murderer of Norway in July, 2011, that person was Anders Behring Breivik. The reason I'm bringing up the far back past is today the media is somehow linking Adam Lanza to Breivik, that Lanza was obsessed with Breivik's 77 murders and wanted to outdo him. That when Lanza broke into that school he was planning a much higher count.
That's where the title of this post comes in. The media said Breivik got 21 years for the murder of 77 people.
Come ON!
I'm not exactly a believer in capital punishment, for the reason of questionable witnesses being mistaken and sometimes outright lying about what they saw. Of course DNA should have taken care of that problem today. But the premeditated murder of 77 people? Especially that the man hunted and stalked those helpless teenagers on that island? Come ON, Norway, I realize you are probably one of the most liberal nations on earth, but if anybody deserved capital punishment it was Anders Behring Breivik.
The media announcement about 21 years ended with the thought that after those 21 years a judge would have the option of turning that animal loose. I doubt that will happen. Even liberal and naive Norway would know better than that. But think about it. What will the world be like in 21 years. People and laws will change. They might even come up with a drug to feed Breivik that will make him look like any other human being.
The truth is, he still wouldn't be...'like any other human being.'
No, he was guilty. The moment they caught him and had the trial--just for the paperwork--he should have gotten the needle, or a noose, or the chair, or a bullet, or the guillotine, or whatever other way Norway dispatches capital punishment, except I'm pretty sure Norway doesn't have capital punishment. Myself? I don't believe in putting a monster in jail just to punish him for 21 years...if there is absolutely no doubt, as in this case, I would put an end to that miserable life.

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Which brings us back to Adam Lanza.
The media also is saying--guessing maybe, as nothing official has yet been released--that Lanza also was obsessed with watching violent video games to sharpen his killing skill, that he would sit down in the basement in a darkened room for hours at a time practicing.
Did his mother--who often took her son with her to shooting ranges--have even a speck of a clue about where her son might be heading? Something we will never know.
I saw Breivick on television recently. He had the same stupid smirk on his face as Jared Loughner of Arizona and James Holmes of Colorado. Who ARE these people? What makes them tick? What makes their life so wretched and boring and empty that they turn to mass murder? Has nobody ever held them and loved them, at least when they were a child? More things we will never know.
All three probably think THEY are the victims, that the people they wanted to give them--the attention they thought they deserved--did not give it to them. So unnamed random people had to pay for the imagined trespasses against these three monsters.
In order to be fair to these three subhumans I just looked up the meaning of the word "monster" in the 1996 Oxford Dictionary and Thesaurus. I wanted to be sure I wasn't calling them something they really didn't deserve to be called. Here are the definitions in order:
--an imaginary creature, usu. large and frightening, compounded of incongruous elements.
--an inhumanly cruel or wicked person.
--a misshapen animal or plant.
--a large hideous animal or thing.
...that's enough.
These three at least are now behind bars, but there's more monsters out there, folks, among us, right now. There are mothers and fathers and uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters, and cousins, who fear there might be something wrong with...what's-his-name. No use giving a yet-unknown person a name.
Unfortunately, we have to wait for the crime to be committed.
Annnd, it just got committed: Another one in the paper today, 2-20-2013. Here's the headline from my local paper: "Fast moving California shooting spree leaves four dead." Tustin, California, Ali Syed, 20, first kills a woman in his home, then speeds away in his parents' car, then this little 20-year-old kills two more people during carjackings and shoots up the busy freeway. One man he marched to the curb and then shot him in the back of the head, executed him. Oh, then, of course, little Syed commited suicide.
Strange how these mass killers are either wacko or commit suicide. Either way the police can't get good information about them. Anyone else smell conspiracy? That somehow these mass shootings are being orchestrated by some evil power behind the scenes to turn the American public against anyone who owns a gun?

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A Snowstorm (One Day in the Life of...)

      Sunday, 2-10-2013, we had a blizzard--finally--in eastern North Dakota. Well, I would call it only a snowstorm. It was well above zero and there was no time I couldn't see at least a quarter mile. What I would call a blizzard is when it's at least 10 below zero and a 40mph constant wind. That's when one can't see even fifty feet, in other words, can't see the barn from the house, so if you go out in it you better be able to walk in a straight line. Either that or have a rope strung between the house and the barn. Anyway, the weather-people decided to call it a blizzard. Maybe if a worse one they'd call it a severe blizzard. Whatever, it's the first one this year, and I think many folks would have been disappointed if we wouldn't have gotten at least one this winter, the kids especially--No school! Yaaay!
      The photos that follow are not of the blizzard, but what goes on daily out at the feeders. Sorry the photos aren't better, but it's through the window, plus I'm trying to be discreet, as just one little movement and everything is gone. (The rabbits and squirrels are brave--but the birds?--Zoom!)

A Fox Squirrel sharing with the Red Polls and goldfinches. The small birds have 7 feeders (at least 30 perches) above them but they all can't eat at once, and they always come by the flock, so many have to go to the ground. Earlier in the season the closest the birds would get is 3-4 feet. Now, either the squirrel has gotten more liberal or the birds have gotten braver.

      I didn't have to go anywhere that day, thank goodness. Don't get me wrong, it was bad. Anyone out on the road would have been foolhardy to keep trying to get somewhere. Best to just stop and hunker down. Compared to what New York and other places just went through (February 2013) North Dakota was pretty lucky.
      So, that snowy day, I decided to do some planting, and set up the table where I could watch the activity outside, and there was plenty. The feeding station has seven feeders filled variously with black oil sunflower seeds, safflower seeds, white millet, and thistle (niger.) The birds come by the flock and they all come at once, so most have to be satisfied eating on the ground. About twenty goldfinches, thirty red-polls, six blue jays  maybe six chickadees  four white-breasted nuthatches, plus other species during migration. Only the Goldfinches and Red Polls all come at once. The others swoop in whenever. I like the chickadees the most; they swoop in, grab a seed and zoom away again. I don't think they appreciate all the other activity.

Two Cottontails and a Fox Squirrel; the squirrel is about to give "the stare." I think that's a Hairy Woodpecker in the upper right. I didn't see it when I was getting the photo.

      There's also woodpeckers. I'm not sure on the numbers. I've seen two hairy woodpeckers at once, three downy woodpeckers, and one red-bellied woodpecker. I have yet to see the becoming rare red-headed woodpecker, and the pileated woodpecker just flies through, thank goodness, because that bird is big enough to eat one feeder by itself. Over the years I've seen one wild turkey and one pheasant.
      Then of course there's a few mammals that come. At one time I've seen four Cottontail rabbits and four Fox Squirrels, an occasional shrew or vole (sorry, I'm not quick enough to identify but likely a vole, which continues partying under the snow all winter) and also the occasional raccoon and badger.

Three Fox Squirrels feeding on the ground beneath the 7 feeders hanging just out of their reach. Notice the Red Poll keeping its distance.

      I tried to feed the turkeys one year with corn cobs impaled on a spike, three of them. What I attracted was a deer, and then there were five of them. Sorry, a deer gets to be a mite expensive to feed. Fun to watch, though, as the old buck will eat first and make the doe and half-grown fawns wait. Anyway, I didn't feed them long, and never did attract a turkey.

Three Blue Jays on the ground beneath the feeders, which are the size that they can't cling to. Blue Jays are accused of being "bully birds" although I have never seen them be mean. (I suspect the rumors are true, though.) They simply arrive and the smaller birds leave.

      I feed year round. Most birds stop coming in summer except for the Goldfinches; strangely, for a time in the later part of summer they stop coming too, but then they reappear. I read somewhere that they disappear to raise a family, and live off nature for awhile...and then they bring all their prodigy back to live off "me."
      At migration in spring and fall, there's several species of native sparrows, juncos, in spring indigo buntings and rose-breasted grosbeaks. In summer Baltimore orioles come to the oranges, but you better get the oranges out at the right time. I've heard that the male oriole first goes to the orange because the bright orange color appears as another competing male and then he discovers the sweetness and stays.

Two Blue Jays at the one ground feeder, where I normally put only corn. Cottontails and squirrels come here too. I know, they all would rather have black oil  sunflower seed, but corn is better than nothing. I had to fence to keep the deer out.

      Back to the seeds; I planted fifty-four varieties that day. Many perennials and herbs have a viciously-long growing season. Then there are tomatoes, peppers, eggplants, that you simply want to get in early so that you can eat them early in the season. In order to get those gorgeous vegies to June fairs I suspect people plant watermelons, etc., already in December, and then transplant to bigger and bigger pots and hand-pollinate the blooms. I'll be trying that this year, but in March rather than waiting til April. Just not enough room for all that growth, but I'll still gain a month.

      Anyway, that day went by. From the safety of my house I watched the blizzard outside and the birds, rabbits and squirrels. The birds acted like they enjoyed the weather, and the rabbits quite often would chase each other. The squirrels? They just kept eating. Humorous how when one squirrel is eating at the best spot, if another squirrel (or rabbit) starts getting too close, the first one will look up and give "the stare," and sometimes will chase the intruding squirrel away. The rabbit usually backs down. Strange, too, as the rabbit, I think, with long claws on all four feet, has the best fighting tools. Rabbits, too, will give "the stare" if another gets too close (about three and one half feet seems to be the limit) if closer they will bluster, not fight, and sometimes jump three feet into the air.
      One last photo.

We have two shrike species, the Loggerhead Shrike, a summer resident, and the Northern Shrike (in the photo.) It's about the size of a robin, is a mini-predator, drops down from the north in the winter, I guess for better hunting, as its prey is smaller birds. I've seen it in action twice. The first time was a Red Poll on the ground, which I think went into shock, as it was easy picking. The second time, the shrike was chasing a bird about two and a half feet behind, they went into a dead end, made a U-turn, came streaking back, then headed for taller trees. I don't know what happened but suspect the shrike got its meal. Should I dispatch the shrike for eating my small birds? No, because that is how nature works, folks.

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Threads: A Nuclear Nightmare: A Movie Review

This movie was made in the United Kingdom and shown in 1984 to an unsuspecting populace. It tells a story beginning on May 5, of normal people going about their business. Occasionally a fighter jet is shown taking off. In the background radio announcers speak about events unraveling in the Middle East. People maybe are hearing the reports but are pretty much ignoring them. There are newspaper headlines but people aren't reading. They're just trying to get on with their life, right? In the movie the Soviet Union and US are blustering over Iran, and both nations are sending troops. It's a setting much like what's happening today, except today Iran is the major player.
      Every person alive from 10 years old and up should see this movie, so that several generations of people can see what could happen if we don't get our act together about nuclear weapons. The US and Russia have somewhat done that. Unfortunately, today, there are some difficult players in the nuclear club, namely North Korea and Iran (according to Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, Iran's president, just announced, 2-6-13)  and a spark in either country could set off the conflagration. More about the bad players later.
      I'm not a dove by any means. There are bad people and bad nations out there, and I'm including the 'bad' when I say everybody should see the movie.

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      The movie begins by showing several people and what they are doing. Adults are gardening and preparing meals, young people are studying and playing computer games. Most are followed through the movie but it begins to get a bit difficult to remember who is who. The main characters, to me, are a young man and woman courting and planning marriage against the wishes of the young man's parents.(I refer to them as Bride & Groom, since I was never able to understand their names, because, as you know, the Brits talk with a different accent.) The young couple moves ahead with their plans and find a place to live, even begin remodeling and scraping wall paper. Groom is at work when the sirens begin and tries to get home. He doesn't make it. We don't see what happens to him, but to my knowledge he doesn't appear again.
      Bride is pregnant: Another human being to carry on with and/or rebuild civilization, so that's a good thing, right? Well, right after a nuclear attack maybe not. In just days social networks will be breaking down fast.Think of it, the survivors of a city--all with severe burns--come to the hospital and overwhelm it. Soon no water, no drugs, no bandages, nothing but pain and screaming. Good luck with prenatal care.
      May 8th, Red Army tanks enter Iran.
      May 11th, US submarine sunk; US blames Soviet Union.
      May 12th, Soviets complain to US. UK government sends troops to help, and begins transferring power and authority to local, larger cities, which have command centers beneath town halls and city centers. Groom appears to be trying to listen more closely to news reports.
      May 21st, demonstrations to end nukes. Good luck with that.
      May 22nd, demonstrations both anti war and "Go back to Russia!" US ultimatum to the Soviets expires at noon. Riots in East Germany. People begin stockpiling food. Prices rise, steeply.
      May 24th, people are leaving cities, heading for countrysides, are told to stop jamming the highways and to go home. American carrier Kittyhawk is sunk. Lines of autos for fuel everywhere.
      May 25th, Civil Defense giving instructions to people (what really got me was how to care for a dead body, as if there wouldn't be many.) Heavy equipment, fire engines, ambulances, begin moving. Bride is very pregnant and sick. Phone service is lost...but does not mean war, says Civil Defense. The people called to emergency centers have no training, many are not even aware of their future duties. Civil Defense keeps giving instructions and preparing for the worst.
      May 26th, the sirens begin...for real. People begin running, as if it's possible to hide from a nuke.
      Single warhead detonates over North Sea. Electricity and communications gone.
      Groom is at his job. He and another worker crawl under a truck, later crawl out and see a mushroom cloud rising. There will be more. Groom tries to start his car. Won't start. We don't see him again.
      Fireball, blast, 80 megatons are used on UK. Lights out, all windows in UK broken. Groom's family pretty much lost. Bride's family better, but Bride, sick, leaves, will return later and open the door to the basement to a terrible smell and the sound of a gazillion flies. She now is pregnant and alone and will wander. She will see vacant-eyed people, a woman holding a dead baby, a child running and crying looking for his mother. Devastation and burning everywhere.
      June, the mushroom clouds have blocked the sun, temperatures fall. Rioting for food. People told to return to their homes. Bride begins carrying a bundle, inside a hairbrush, a burned book of bird identification, other miscellany. Rats are everywhere. Cholera, dysentery, typhoid. Soldiers shoot looters.
      Mid-June, work projects begin. People who can work are fed. Many people are dying, which means more food for others. Disposal of bodies. 10-20 million corpses and no fuel to burn them. Detention camps are set up for looters.
      July, people, including Bride, are wandering away from cities. Plane flies over, and, ironically, orders people to return to their homes. Bride, with another man, finds dead sheep; they eat raw meat, just tearing it apart with their teeth like early cave men probably did.
      September, Bride is hallucinating, sees Groom and a child in a stroller. Agriculture is dead, but seeds are planted anyway. Bride finds shelter, which is protected by a chained and angry dog; she gets past him and gives birth, alone. She loves the child and eats her own afterbirth.
      May, one year later. Her child crying during a snowstorm, Dead rats are now currency.
      Ten years later. The young Bride is an old woman, gray hair, teeth missing, almost unrecognizable. She dies, leaving her child alone. Daughter takes her belongings, including the tattered book of birds.
      Thirteen years. Daughter has some food, is attacked by two looters. One is shot by police or military. Not clear. A shot rings out and one looter is dead. Daughter and the other run away, find shelter. The looter still tries to take her food; he rapes her. Now Daughter is pregnant. She wanders. She gives birth to a dead baby. Story ends with Daughter staring at the bloody baby bundle, she screams, screen fades....
      Thank God it's over....
      I tried to keep dates and events correct, but probably didn't.
      There were no emotions shown when Daughter's mother died. Daughter just accepted it. After the attack there were no more smiles from anyone. No empathy for anyone. Watching this movie disturbed me, as there seemed to be no hope for the future. I, too, have written a book about nuclear war, "Winter in July," but even with the endless research I did, which sometimes caused night-after-night nightmares, I still didn't really experience what this movie said.
      In the end, I hope it's not only the UK experiencing such devastation. If the US, Russia and China are also destroyed...the movie didn't say.
      More about the two contemporary bad player nations: They both have joined the nuclear club, which already has too many members. So such a hopeless future again seems possible. A scenario: North Korea, now with her long range missile, threatens to send a nuke to California, unless the US rescinds all sanctions. US refuses. The nuke is sent. China, North Korea's best friend, says "Do not retaliate." Which, of course, the US does retaliate.
      So begins the exchange.
      The only thing that will stop a nuclear war...well, I was trying to think of a reason, a good ending for this post, but probably nothing will stop a nuclear war. We have the weapons. We might as well use them and find out if it will really be as bad as they say.

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Revenge Pornography: An Opinion

     Women, from infants to senior citizens, I love'em. You know why? Because they're honest, gentle, loving, understanding...I could on, and, usually, they set the bar high for the rest of us. The rest of us being men, mostly, but some women need that bar set high too. Women pay for those good qualities, though, because they also want to believe and trust those closest to them, and that's not too much to ask.
     Women want to trust and believe so bad that, sorry to say, gulliblitis sometimes sets in. And once that trust-bond is broken, good luck ever getting it repaired.
     This subject I happened upon by chance. It was Wednesday, I believe, January 30, 2013. I was eating breakfast later than usual and sometimes turn on the television if I don't have anything to read. I was still eating when "Anderson Live" came on. Normally I shut it off because by nine in the morning I should already be working on something productive, but right away they mentioned "Revenge Pornography" and named the two young ladies who would be guests. Sounded interesting. I decided to watch.
     It seems 'Revenge Pornography' is a site expressly in existence for angry lovers to upload nude pictures of their ex-girlfriends or wives.
     Before I go any further, ladies, I'm going to have to say, "If some really cute--and obviously perverted--young guy wants you to undress and pose in the nude for him so he can photograph you, with a digital camera no less, or any camera, then, my dear, you are "asking" for trouble." Sure, he says he loves you, and will love you forever. I hate to tell you, but guys say things like that a lot, to get what they want, and if they are really cute they will get what they want.

Photo has nothing to do with this post. I know it looks red, but the name of this lovely native grass is Little Blue Stem.

      Back to "Anderson Live."
     The first girl to speak was a cute blonde. She said she had broken up with her boyfriend and he uploaded her nude pictures to this unholy website. She's unhappy about that. I don't blame her. She's also suing, both the webmaster and her boyfriend (or ex-boyfriend, I suppose, although people have been known to forgive for much worse travesties.) Good luck with that, sweetie, but what about their first amendment rights? You gave up your right to privacy by agreeing to those pictures.
     The other girl was a serious-looking brunette. Now get this, folks, she doesn't know who uploaded the pictures. The first thing to pop into my mind is, well, how many guys is she taking her clothes off for? She also mentioned that some of the photos were for something like diet or exercise, I don't remember for sure what, exactly. But, again, who did the photography? It kind of sounded like she couldn't exactly do her own, so, somebody else was involved. Some other guy? Another woman perhaps? Anyway, she doesn't know who did it. Yet she's mad about it. I don't feel sorry for her.
     I kind of feel sorry for the blonde, she seemed like a nice--but naive--girl, but not the brunette.
     OK, I accept that times have changed.
     Today even toddlers are dressing sexy, having their ears pierced, and are wearing makeup. By the time a girl is six she better be through playing with dolls, and if she's really cute she better be dieting so that she can pose for advertisements and/or beauty contests. Are these little girls thinking of these things all by themselves, and asking for these grownup things? I doubt it. In most cases I suspect it's the mothers pushing their little girls to grow up and make them proud, or maybe the mom wants her little daughter to succeed at things she, herself, failed at. And later, intense peer pressure will take over. So, at fourteen a little girl is dressing really provocatively, at fifteen she's dating, and at sixteen she's pregnant.
     So I got a little off the track there. I'm just saying almost anything goes these days.
At the end, you are probably dying to know if, after seeing the "Anderson Live" show, did I immediately go to that website and take a look at those two girls? No, I didn't. I don't look at internet pornography. Two reasons: One, I have no doubt it would be addictive. Two, I'm pretty sure many of the girls are not there by choice; they get into it and then are trapped; also some maybe do it once and then are forever sorry about it.     Anyway, there's plenty of risque action to observe on Facebook.

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