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Saturday, August 5, 2017

A Woman Whom Abused Her Puppy? Or Did She Have A Severe Mental-Illness Flareup?

I wonder if she has severe mental illness such as Bipolar or Schizoaffective Disorder. Before people judge her as "trash", they need to remember that people with mental illnesses such as  Bipolar and Schizoaffective Disorders act highly unusually during mental-illness flareups. My sister has a friend whom may have Schizoaffective Disorder and even got him- or her-self in academic and legal trouble as a result of a mental-illness flareup, for example (He or she is known to have Bipolar Disorder for sure.). 

Meanwhile (and those who have read my blog previously know this), my great-great-grandmother Alexandria Czarnecki was known as "a holy terror" and "a tough cookie" whom almost caused my great-grandmother Mary Czarnecki to have a mental breakdown. Only when I saw my great-granduncle Bernie Czarnecki's death certificate did I figure it out: Great-Great-Grandma had Schizophrenia (the other mental illness of which Schizoaffective Disorder is comprised). As far as I know, Great-Granduncle Bernie was the only of my Czarnecki great-granduncles and great-grandaunts to have had it, by the way; and Great-Granddad Czarnecki seems to have not had Schizophrenia (He did have suicide-affecting Depression, though; so, he was not completely lucky in terms of escaping mental illnesses. He had his own struggles.).

No Wonder Nixon Admired Tr**p

With Tr**p basically being Nixon's—among others'—prodigy, Tr**p has more than acted like Nixon himself at the very least—and ****** and Stalin at most (In fact, Tr**p would probably be a reincarnation of ****** were reincarnation real—keep in mind that Tr**p was born in 1946 and Stalin died in 1953.).

Generously comparing Tr**p to Nixon, I can point out—or, since the media and others have pointed it out, I don't even need to point out—that, for example:


  1. Tr**p has tried to circumvent the law and lie about it—"There was no collusion with Russia," similarly to "I am not a crook."
  2. Tr**p has attempted to make everyone whom calls him out his enemy—by the way, Robbie Wilson (@RobbieWilson45 on Twitter) recently confirmed that I and other Never Trumpers are on a hit list—and Nixon had his own hit list, whom those such as Brit "Eggnog" Hume had a place. (See the tweet below. I blocked Robbie Wilson on Twitter, by the way.)
  3. Tr**p has tried to keep tapes secret, just as Nixon did.
  4. Tr**p is Anti Semitic, just as Nixon was—and no wonder my grandfather hated him!—and both Tr**p and Nixon tried to get away with tax fraud—as my grandfather and two other IRS Agents could've told you (Pop-Pop died 40 years later, by the way.).
  5. Tr**p favors China for his purposes, as Nixon favored China for his own purposes.
  6. Tr**p wants to destroy the U.S. economy, as did Nixon—whom took the U.S. off of the Gold Standard.
  7. Tr**p has refused to resign, just as Nixon tried to hold out and not resign until the end. At least Nixon resigned, though.
 In conclusion, then, I am very generously comparing Tr**p to one of his mentors and inspirations, Richard Nixon, instead of his inspirations ****** and Stalin.    




Well, At Least...

Reilly didn't get into the bathroom trash when somebody left the bathroom door yesterday. Nonetheless, she misbehaved quite a bit. For example, even though "Momma" had taken her to "go potty" when she rang the bell the first time, she decided to not ring the bell the second time. In fact, she decided to not even "go potty" outside—and "Momma" found a puddle on the hallway carpet.

As "Momma" has mentioned, Reilly has lo kavod for her 5'0"-5'1.75" ima katanah—or at least she has a very-minimal amount!

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

A Long Story Short, &c.: e.g., "Momma" Got Blamed For What Reilly Did

Never mind that, for example:

  1. "Momma" explicitly told Reilly to stay while she was going to get something outside, and Reilly decided to be a trickster and burst out the door.
  2. "Momma" has Cerebral Palsy and can't be as fast or strong as "Momma", "Auntie Michelle", or "Momma"'s possible helpmate and Reilly's possible "Daddy"¹—and that Reilly takes advantage of that fact, despite that she doesn't quite understand that "Momma" has C.P. and Scoliosis with a ~5"1.75 height (Last she heard, she's actually ~5"0 now—getting older and shrinking already).
  3. Reilly explicitly disobeyed orders to, for example, stop eating birdseed and get out of "Mom-Mom"'s garden.
"Mom-Mom", of course, doesn't believe that sometimes puppies are at fault—and "Momma"'s 27 and still got into trouble like a seven-year-old child. 🙄

Meanwhile, "Momma" told "Auntie Michelle" one more disadvantage of debarking Reilly: that she would no longer have her unique barks, such as when she plays with "Mom-Mom" or greets the aide that comes over every day to help "Momma" get out and walk (at "Mom-Mom"'s insistence—just in general, having an aide at 27 years old is quite embarrassing for "Momma").

¹ Incidental note to him: Por favor a menos que Díos quiere de otra manera, no renuncie a mí y Reily— espereme y Reily—no haya dejado a tí.




Monday, July 31, 2017

Somewhat Offbeat: Debarking Reilly?....

Bad idea! Despite "Auntie Michelle"'s suggestion, Reilly does not need to be debarked. Besides:


  1. If two certain family members of "Momma" helped use the "Who rules?"-roll-over, spray-bottle, and muzzle techniques more, maybe Reilly would really get that "No bark" means "No bark"; and that one less creature would be able to step all over "Momma", albe Reilly is learning her albe-unintentionally-ableist behavior from "Auntie Michelle" and "Mom-Mom".
  2. "Momma" keeps looking forward to the hope of a certain someone being a helpmate to "Momma" and someone whom will willingly help her be the kind of "Momma" to Reilly that Reilly needs.

Sunday, July 30, 2017

The Good, The Bad, And The Kevin Myerses And Reverend Kellys

Eerily enough, we were just talking about my dad's childhood Irish-American priest and his Anti Semitism. Sadly, there is a lot of Anti Semitism within quite a few pockets of some Irish Catholic circles....and you know what? Maybe that's another part of why his father's parents did not want his uncle marrying an Irish-American woman. 

(By the way, I've done a lot of family and other research as well as lived quite a life for being 27 years old: I can thus deduct, read between the lines, and otherwise have ways to figure out what I'm not exactly or at all being told.)

Long story short, Dad's from a family of Anusim Ashkenazim and B'nei Anusim Ashkenazim, and Pop-Pop's parents themselves were sort of intermarried: Great-Grandma believed in Jesus (and Great-Great-Grandma was not thrilled about this, as I deducted); and Great-Granddad did not (To him, shidduch shmidduch in any case, though: he wasn't in the Old Country, anyway.). Both of them, however, were not happy when Granduncle Tony wanted to marry a daughter of one of the Sugar Notch Lenahans (Her mother was the Lenahan.): "She's Irish!"

Pop-Pop himself married a daughter of a Rusnak whose father was somehow a relative of Yehoshua Rusnak (though I'm not sure that Grandma knew this at the time). Not that the family prominences figured into the marriage decisions, anyway; and even if they had, Great-Granddad had prominent-enough family himself, anyway, thanks (His cousin Katherine, e.g., married a Chokola; and long story short, the Chokolas are somehow Jewish). The point was that a Jew was a Jew, irrespective of belief; an Irisher was a Irisher, and you could bet that he or she grew up Catholic.

As if my great-grandparents were prescient about things that would turn out in the most-ironic way possible, it actually ended up going well for Granduncle Tony and (sadly) his widow (He died just after her 70th birthday and after they'd been married for 46 years.), and Pop-Pop got stuck with a certain Reverend Kelly as his family's pastor when he moved his family down to Glen Burnie and attended The Good Shepherd: he himself would fall asleep in the back of the church while everyone else attended services.

Only later, meanwhile, did I figure out that Reverend Kelly had a clear Anti-Semitic bias against us: according to my mother, whom is herself mostly from Irish-Catholic stock, my sister and I actually held out our hands correctly for Catholics—and not Episcopalian wise—after all when we attended a Christmas service at the Good Shepherd, including with begrudging Dad (and that Dad had to deal with Father Kelly helps one to understand why he turned out how he turned out—you deal with people in authority whom want to think that they know better than even God Himself, you might also turn out how Dad turned out. By the way, some are skeptical that Reverend Kelly was solely at fault—one good thing about attending what's now NDMU is that I know how many Roman Catholic teachers, laymen and clergy alike, think that they know better than God and try to teach their students to be robots instead of students).
Had I known that we're Jewish back then and that we did hold out our hands correctly after all, I would have realized that the same pastor whom hated my dad as his student back then picked on his now-grown former student's Jewish-looking children—as I've found out, we couldn't pass back then or now even if nobody would say anything—and years later, I am not surprised.

At least I (can be at least fairly certain that I) know that Reverend Kelly will have to (if he hasn't already had to) face a Jewish Jesus someday, and hearing "I never knew you!" will be (or was) painful: after all, as Corrie ten Boom stated, "You can't love God without loving the Jewish people," and she was paraphrasing the Paul of Tarsus whom reminded the gentiles at Rome that gentiles are grafted-in branches of the Tree of Life and Jews are the regrafted-in branches.

Update: After doing some quick Googling:

  1. Reverend Kelly is out of The Good Shepherd. God hath given each according to his or her works, I see. Nonetheless, he his sycophants
  2. I see nothing to indicate that he's died. Since he's still alive, then, he has had some time to reflect on what he's done throughout his life.

Saturday, July 29, 2017

Excerpt From An Upcoming Book: The Ole Field Five, Plus One! (Language Warning)

Just before I began to write this, I'd been planning to write about the gang in my neighborhood whom I call "The Old Field Five". Then my sister told me about another Old Fielder whom's coming into the neighborhood (God willing). Thus (again, God willing), there's now the Ole Field Six—or at least there will be an "Ole Field Six" if "Ole Field Six" has a ring to it (and again, if God wills—and mind you, everything—whether for good or for evil—should have the "If God wills" caveat with it.)

As for the Ole Field Five being the Ole Field Five...just as I've said about everything else in this book, shit that I can't make up and other stuff—and this falls into the category of other stuff!

I won't say what neighborhood is my neighborhood (or what's my neighborhood for now, anyway—God willing, I'm making aliyah and calling another neighborhood  truly  my neighborhood someday—I as a Jew don't belong in the Diaspora, and didn't belong in the Diaspora even when I didn't know that I'm Jewish). After all, that I as a Jew, woman, and person with disabilities am vulnerable enough without the Anti-Semitic misogynists and ableists knowing where I (even temporarily) live. Besides, since all of us whom are Jews are responsible for one another and are to love our neighbors as ourselves, I as a Jew would be putting my Jewish and gentile neighbors in danger if I stated where exactly the Ole Field Five are neighbors and will have a sixth Ole Fielder as a neighbor soon.

In addition, I have especially my own Ole Fielder, Reilly Rosalita, to protect—Reilly trusts her "Momma" to not let anyone hurt her, notwithstanding that there are sadly quite a few people whom would like to hurt Reilly's "Momma" by trying to hurt Reilly—and I am well aware of how cruel people can be. I'm also aware that I have part of the legacy of a family friend named Diane to continue, since there'd be no Ole Field Five without Diane—after all, she referred us to Ole Field Farm's owner, Joyce Fleming, and she surely wouldn't anybody hurting me or Reilly, let alone any of the owners of the other Old Field Fivers (including my sister) or any of the Old Field Fivers (including Camille, my sister's Maltipoo and Reilly's once-removed cousin).

Speaking of Diane and her legacy, here's more shit that I can't make up: while she got to meet Reilly the last time that she saw us, she got to meet only Reilly during the last time that she would ever see us in this lifetime. She didn't even get to meet Camille before she died, and Camille wasn't even born until shortly before she died—Camille was born in March of 2015, and Diane died of Lou Gehrig's Disease in July of 2015.

Even shittier was the way that we found out that she'd never have a chance to meet Camille in this lifetime: someone called us to tell us that she died of ALS. What made that shitty for us was that:


  1. We now understood that the last time that we saw her would be the last time that we'd ever see her in this lifetime.
  2. Her last visit with us was marred for her by the fact that she was going through the final stages of ALS/Lou Gehrig's Disease, not to mention that her decline due to Lou Gehrig's Disease (about which we had no idea, despite that it was happening in front of us) was exacerbated by the distress due to the then-recent death of her brother to whom she was very close (about which we did know and which she mentioned). We didn't even know that she had Lou Gehrig's Disease in the first place, and we felt bad that we couldn't help her as her ALS and her distress over her brother's death affected her significantly!
  3. She referred us to Joyce only to have her once chance to meet Reilly affected by the throes of end-stage ALS flareups!
Only God understands why He had that happen to Diane, and it nonetheless hurts. I've even said that to the owners of Camille's maternal sister Shelby (whom Diane would've also loved to have met—and they got Shelby because they wanted to get a puppy from whomever we got Reilly and Camille—and neither did she get to meet Shelby nor did they get to meet the person whom referred their own reference to Joyce in the first place. 

At least she'll get to meet Camille and Shelby at the Resurrection; and she'll get to meet:
  1.  Fenway—whose owners, as far as I know, were actually the only ones whom were not referred to Joyce by Diane, anyone to whom Diane referred Joyce, or anyone whom was referred to Joyce by Diane and referred others to Joyce in turn.
  2. Solo, to whose owners Shelby owner's referred to Joyce—and maybe I'll get to meet Solo then, too, since I have yet to meet him!
  3. Whomever the Old Field Sixer ends up being.
Incidentally, "Ole Field Six" does seem to have a ring to it—go figure!