Don't it make this white girl blue.

Dear white people,

If you could stop doing stupid shit that makes me feel shitty about being a white person, which I cannot help, we are who we are, but yeah, if you could quit being racist pieces of shit on the internet and in real life, that would be great. 

Let me throw out some easily Google-able examples for the extremely stupid people who are unfortunate enough to come across my extremely stupid blog.

The first example that comes to mind is the crazy racist lady at Michael's craft store either last Christmas or the one before last. Then there was the crazy Canadian lady at the medical clinic this week. And apparently late last week or earlier this week there was some psycho red beard guy from Colorado who punched a dude and his face like four times and the guy he hit was inside his car the time. That's like punching a person stuck in a box. So fucked up.
This example isn't 100 percent racist in nature because I don't think race was actually mentioned in it but it was an angry white man beating up a kid with a Latino last name. 

I also saw another video not that long ago but I don't know when the video itself was made, but it was two women who look like they were at a Trader Joe's or some kind of grocery store and the white woman was being a complete douche to an apparently Muslim woman who had let the white woman cut in line in front of her. She does something nice for the lady, and the lady tells her to get out of the country in which she was born, because I'm guessing the white bigot bitch thinks that only Christians are allowed in America. White ones at that.

Your last example is of a woman at Walmart, shocker, giving a woman with an accent a hard time for being in the 'wrong' country. 

Yes, I am white. I am practically see-through I am so white. I can tell you the four different European countries from which each of my ancestors come. My Mum is a legitimate ginger, red hair, pale white skin, littered with freckles, ice blue eyes.

I am fine with my whiteness. I was born this way. We were all born in the way we are born. We might as well accept who we are, as we are. Unless you're a douche bag, then try to do better. Try damn hard.

Regardless of my whiteness, and the whiteness of my parents, I grew up with all flavors of people in my life. We travel, not globally, unfortunately. But I've seen the United States and a lot of Canada and some of Mexico. I have friends of all different faiths. Republican friends. Democrat friends. Friends who ride the fence, like me. Friends from other countries. Friends with advanced degrees, friends with GEDs.

You're getting my point right? Growing up that way, indeed I am fortunate for learning that my experiences and the experiences of other people don't necessarily have anything in common.

I can tell you something else that growing up around a large variety of people has taught me, white privilege does exist. And I do benefit from it. And that doesn't make it right. And even though I benefit from white privilege and I am a white person, I can freely and openly proclaim that it's wrong. It is wrong. White privilege is wrong.

Say it with me, white privilege is wrong.

I can already hear you right now saying, "But I'm not racist."

Of course you aren't. I do not have Nazi friends. That is intentional.

However, you still need to admit, if you are white, and in the United States, that white privilege definitely exists here, and you benefit from it, and it is wrong.

It will feel uncomfortable and weird for some of you maybe. For others it probably won't. For a lot of you, you probably already admit it. If you do, that is great. And you are the kind of people that the world needs because it's people like you who will help cure the ills of society.

We have work to do. All of us.

We can start by being honest. With ourselves. And with others. If you're already honest, skip to the next step.

We must be ethical. This is not the same as moral. The differences are complicated. Give yourself some time to learn them if you don't already know them.

Whenever possible, we should be kind, or at the minimum, neutral.

These crazy, ranting, rage filled, psychotic videos that keep popping up in the news, and all over the internet, it has to stop. These people need to change their ways. No, we cannot change them technically. A person must change oneself. 

Maybe it's too late for them. If that's the case, then we must bring up the next generation better.

I don't have all the answers. I don't have any answers. I making this shit up as I go. But by using just a few simple guidelines, I've managed to live most of my life not being a massive dick. At least I don't think I've been a massive dick. I would assume one of my many friends or relatives would tell me if that were the case. 

As a white person, let me just confirm to the other white people who may be unaware of this fact, but your whiteness does not give you any kind of special privileges. And if it does, it's basically an accident, and you don't deserve them.

Since i'm a white person who has to share this country with you, I would deeply appreciate it if you would keep your racist bullshit to yourself if you can't stop being a racist altogether.

I've said this before, but let me say it again in case we've forgotten: It literally requires no effort to just shut your face and go on with your life in many, if not most cases. Do yourself a favor and save that energy for something more fun than looking like an enormous white dickbag.

This was definitely too much for Twitter. Misse's advice to blog it was spot on, as always. 

No life. Just death.

It's funny to me when I mention boobs in a blog. Usually it's not a blog about boobs. I'm probably just bringing up boobs to make a point.

The part that is humorous is just having the word "boobs" in the blog makes the number of views jump way up.

Then I feel kind of bad for the people who clicked on the blog thinking they'd be rewarded with  images or content about knockers only to be disappointed by coming across my shitty blog.

 I would like to apologize to all the people who have clicked on my blog in the past or have clicked on it just now hoping for tits and finding ... well ... this.

Since you're here, let's talk about something serious. You know how there's is saying about something being as serious as life or death?

We should amend that statement. Simply say serious as death. We are taking life much too seriously. And it's causing us problems both individually and among humanity generally.

I guess Amy Schumer is in hot water with a lot of people for a Beyoncé parody or tribute, whatever. Did those people forget that Amy Schumer is a comedian?

It is literally her job to make people laugh about different topics, Beyoncé being one of those topics. Since I haven't seen the video I am speaking out of turn. But even taboo topics like racism, sexism, cultural appropriation, abortion, even sexual assault at some point, in the right hands, with the right brains, yes, there can be something funny about that or any variety of wrongness.
Even I have learned that I can laugh about death again.

I can even laugh and often do laugh about fat jokes and being fat and myself. I probably laugh at myself more than I laugh at anything else. I think I am allergic to being serious though, and I know not everyone is like that.

The point remains. We have to stop, take a very deep breath, let the stress and tensions go, let the differences go, let the mountain of things you have to do go for just a moment. And find a reason to laugh.

We will never survive what lies ahead without a sense of humor.

There is strength in being able to look at yourself and recognize not only your accomplishments but also your less attractive traits, some might even say flaws. Then you realize everyone has one side of themselves that they prefer over the other.

All of us work so hard to mask that one side that we don't like about ourselves. Yet we know each one of us indeed has the same side, that less attractive side.

And isn't it funny how we are so foolish to sometimes believe that if we eat the right food or wear the right clothes, hit the gym, drive the right car, be so fleek, that people will actually think our less attractive side doesn't exist.

But we know it's there. Yet we continue to try and hide it. Like human hamsters stuck in the revolving door fron hell.

That's it, friends. Remember to laugh. That's my point. Oh, and to apologize to the boob lovers who may feel cheated. LOL!

The Evolution of my Motivation

Warren Barret S. 1993-2015
Whimsey Bratcat S. 2000-2016

Recent traumas in my life have caused me to change my mind in ways that have surprised me.

Maybe this happens to everyone but it's only now happening to me in the last several months. 

Birthdays aren't as fun anymore. It's still a day to feel special and spend extra time with friends and family. And of course the goodies. Tasty treats. Delicious dinners. Cards. Abundant good vibes.

Today though, I mostly felt a combination of nervous and sad. 

I miss Warren. Desperately. 

I sleep so I can see him in my dreams. 

Anything that marks the passing of time reminds me that time is the most precious thing of all.

Birthdays mark the passing of time right across my face.

I do like my stuff. And having money means you can access certain comforts. 

Would it be cool as hell to wake up in a Malibu mansion, hop in my '68 Charger and go shopping for kittens and makeup until I can't walk? You know it would!

But meh.

What I truly want now is time. I want to be with my parents. I want to be with Mr. B. I want to be with my kitties and my friends. Time with them is the most important reason to do anything. 

More than anything in the world, I want time with Warren again.

My days are filled with lost opportunities to use my time, fleeting time, to DO what matters. To be with these people.

Spoon supplies often run low or out completely. 

I try to push myself. React to obstacles. Recover from stumbles. All the usual efforts. Mostly not so bad. 

Flare ups are strange. Definitely affected by changes in weather. 

Yes, science is the only thing I believe in. I realize science doesn't support this pain and weather relationship. My own doctor thinks there must be a connection despite what she learned in med school because she has too many patients who are clearly affected. You can't fake swelling in your joints.

Sometimes a flare is but a day long event. 

This last one, however, started at least two weeks ago and it's still going strong. 

This dumb condition evaporates a tragic amount of my time. 

I'm nearly obsessed with time.

It has become clear that time is what drives me.

My achievements are measured in time. I measure my paycheck in time. Anything I can do that will allow me more time with the life forms I cherish, I will do what my resources allow.

For the entirety of my conscious life, I believed I would experience increasing happiness as I acquired more life-comforts and perks like fast machines and sprawling square footage.

Now I know better.

The way to truly live my life in happiness is use as much of that invaluable time as I can being with the ones I love.

No, I don't care. But I have a good reason.

A few wise friends and several cautionary headlines advise keeping certain fish out of your personal social media pond.

They have valid points with scenarios like a friend who gossips to your mother or some coworker you didn't know you couldn't trust. We have probably all gotten fried asshairs from people like that taking something you share and twisting it for whatever excuse. 

What I say now I'm just going to say because everyone who matters to me already knows this anyway. 

I don't care. 

If someone is going to try to use an aspect of my own life against me, first of all, unless I'm Miss Fucking Cleo, I won't see it coming. Not much we can do to prepare for nor avoid some stuff. 

Secondly, if someone is a backstabber, stab today; don't wait for tomorrow. Wouldn't you rather the bad seeds reveal themselves immediately? You can't tell me you would prefer they suck you in and fuck with your feelings first. (However, if you are a masochist, then the latter makes sense and I don't judge.)

I do not happen to be a masochist. 

In the event of a dick, be a dick and get it done. That way we can both go on with life. I won't waste your time. Plz don't waste mine.

Third and finally ...

My golden rule is simple.

I'm going to be me. You be you. If we have that magic thing, then let's have tacos. 

The magic thing between two people is beyond explanation. But anyone who has felt it, hopefully everyone, knows it when they do feel it. 

Magic does not require us to have all things in common. But I will let you know if a line has been crossed and you let me know too. If we can't resolve to drive around the potholes together and keep rolling, then stop the bus.

We can and should end relationships that are or become toxic. Shit happens. See you in another life, maybe. Just drop me off at the curb and I will call an Uber.

Fuck me over ... Possibly different outcome. It depends. I live in a lot of grey area. Crossing bridges as I come to them if the escalator is out of service. And yes, I use a map and a moral compass.

My way of social-ing is not everyone's taste. A lot of people, intelligent people, are super trepidatious with their social media and/or live-lives. They do what makes them comfortable. 

If you opt for doing the living out loud thing with fellow live humans or on the webernet, accept that there are consequences. 

Talk about how much you love murdering tiger cubs with dull ninja stars? Expect and respect that most people will fucking wish you to fall off a cliff then roll down a hill of sharp rocks and slowly rot in a swampy ravine. 

In case it isn't clear, if you're a sociopath, don't be surprised when you end up living in a camper with rabid toads and only have one Facebook friend - your Auntie Ernestine whose account has been untouched since the day her granddaughter set it up and showed her how to like the fan page of 'Dancing with the Stars' and join the machine-quilters anonymous group.

Those are the kind of people I envision when I hear friends' advice and read headlines about social media drama.

I'm not always kosher but I'm also not a sociopath. Despite my faults, I try to do the right thing in sincerely almost all scenarios. (Grey areas!) Intentionally inflicting emotional pain isn't fun to me. Knowing this about myself, I think that at least helped me lose my capacity to care about haters of any type.

Please note: I am NOT saying bullying doesn't hurt me. It hurts everyone. It's wrong. It's bullshit. It should never triumph if it is keeping you from freely expressing yourself. 

Buuut ... I don't care enough about bullies to let them stop me from growing whatever the fuck I want in the garden of my life-o-sphere.

No matter what they do, I'm always going to keep it simple, being my authentic self. 

I have either developed or earned emotional scar tissue. Not sure how to look at that. 

My scars are the reason I don't fret about consequences of not caring what haters hate when it comes to me and my life both online or analog. 

In God YOU trust. Leave me out of this.

I guess some cop somewhere put 'In God we trust' stickers or decals on all the fleet vehicles and there's a big, convoluted, mostly retarded debate about it in all corners of social media. 

Of course, everyone is suddenly an expert in theology, constitutional law, ethics, early American history, ad nauseum. I'm not an expert in any of those things. But I know enough to get by. 

One thing I know is that asking questions is a very good way to find compromise, resolution and/or common ground. It's a good way to fix problems. The wrench in my gears is that it is hard to find someone willing to answer certain questions honestly and sincerely. Maybe my questions are threatening? And I know they can be challenging but I mean no harm.

People arguing angles of religion, constitutional rights, fiscal responsibility and crap can't agree whether Americans are required to be Christian or not. One side claims the founding fathers were Christian (many weren't; fact supported by irrefutable evidence from multiple sources) and therefore intended all American citizens to adhere to Christian faith.

The other side, with which I obviously align, argues that we have been guaranteed the freedom to think and believe in any way we desire, provided it does not infringe upon fellow Americans.

I feel like every human deserves this but so far, only a lucky few of us are born in a country whose government (for now) guarantees it on paper.

Here come the questions:

How does TeamGod assume these car decals will affect change, positive OR negative?

Has a member of either team ever had an experience where reading a sticker on a car caused them to alter their beliefs or behavior? Provide examples, yes?

One for Team Choice, 'In God we trust' is on our money and we see it a bazillion times in our lives because it's, y'know, on our money and just about every other printable surface in the country. So is it truly a problem if this rinky dink sheriff wants it on his officers' cars? It's a sticker. It can't hurt anyone. 

Annoying? For some, yes.

Because you're annoyed, does that mean you are now entitled to take enjoyment away from someone else?

NOPE.

Wait ... I'm not finished.

Tax dollars. Yeah, about how those should be spent. Let's leave religion out of that. 

Why? Because it's not an essential for everyone. And if our tax money is intended to benefit ALL Americans, we owe it to ourselves and one another to leave certain things out of the equation.

Religion does not need government funding. It's not related to staying alive and staying free from potential invading armies and it does not prevent nor heal disease and it doesn't help transport goods nor people from point a to b.

Taxes shouldn't be spent on non-essentials as a rule. 

Now a handful of car stickers Mr. Deputy probably ordered online? Not talking about millions of dollars and therefore not a threat to our social security. 

However, it is a bad habit and something we would be wise not to encourage.

My questions stand though, because this is not the first time a similar argument has cropped up on the interwebs.

And those questions always come to my head. 

So I'm basically dying of curiosity. 

Don't let me be another victim. LoLz

Of heroes and dipshits

First, you need to read this. It'll take two minutes.

From Raw Story: Michigan woman with concealed carry permit opens fire at alleged Home Depot shoplifters
http://www.rawstory.com/2015/10/michigan-woman-with-concealed-carry-permit-opens-fire-at-alleged-home-depot-shoplifters/

Memo to pyschos with CCWs, this is NOT what your permit is for. Fucking hell, bitch, you don't own that Home Depot. They weren't stealing your shit. They weren't a threat to you in any way.

Even if you only keep a weapon for in-home/at-home protection, if someone is NOT armed and stealing your car from your driveway and you shoot them, that is NOT self defense. That's assault or murder. If you are truly shooting at someone in self defense, that means they are an immediate *physical* threat to you and/or your family.

And if you have a CCW, you should know this. Don't try to be a hero because 11 out of 10 times, you're going to fuck it up since you don't have any sort of training beyond how to reload the gun. Plus you'll find yourself in a heap of legal trouble, which you fully deserve.

Your CCW means you keep a firearm concealed on your person and should ONLY use it in the event that YOU or someone with you is being assaulted. That's it.

That's the only situation in which you should use that gun in self defense.

Coincidentally, this is but one of a hundred reasons why I severed all ties with AxWound Miscreant Hitler. She got her CCW, brags about carrying and she's goddamn crazy like this woman. She no doubt looks for excuses and reasons to use a gun I'm sure she can barely operate. Why? Because she fucking loves drama and attention more than life itself.

Kind of sounds like a lot of armchair commandos, doesn't it? Yeah. It does.

Do I own weapons? Yes. And I think every law-abiding American citizen should have the right to own a weapon. But I also believe those rights come with tremendous responsibility.

Background checks, mental illness, yadda yadda yadda. Want to buy a gun? Get training. Real training. Not just how to safely keep, carry and operate a gun. WHEN you should use it, WHY you should use it. HOW to become proficient. (I mean, why have it if you can't hit the broad side of a barn?) What happens to you after you use it and you've had to take a life. There's SO MUCH to consider and our government is too busy playing party vs. party games to propose any common sense legislation.

Since our Congress is failing us, then we must take it upon ourselves to be RESPONSIBLE in order to maintain our rights and our freedoms. Being a dipshit is the quickest way to lose both.

Oh, and about those mass shootings ... Well, if every gun owner or person with a CCW had actual training and proficiency, THEN we can talk about hero situations. Until then, keep it in your pants.

You know I couldn't NOT say something.

Whenever a person who is transgender is in the media, I often see the argument that is it wrong or they are bad because changing one's gender is somehow against nature or violates a religion.

Yeah, changing chromosomes isn't a thing yet. But it could be in the future. 

No one owes us an explanation or disclosure of their chromosomes anyway, do they? Should the person chose to share their XX or XY status, you can have an opinion. But if it's shitty, ask yourself if that's helpful or necessary. Does it seem to frustrate you more than members of the transgender community?

May I attempt to help you with this frustration? Let me try to make an expample in hopes of helping you see your argument from a different angle.

I was not BORN a wife. I am, however, now a wife. My name has changed. Marriage is accepted as 'natural' by most people. (Yet it has not a lot to do with nature. Weddings don't grow in the forest.) Name changing is so obviously a human invention. Getting married is nothing like the challenge of going through a gender transition but it is indeed a change to one's way of living. 

Unless there is a super extreme thing I don't know about, no one is born a parent. Yet they can chose to become a parent. If that isn't a lifestyle change, what is?! Since you aren't born a parent but desire to become a parent, it can involve 'non-natural' things. Fertility treatments, surrogates...

What about adopting children? Is that also wrong? The DNA involved is not a natural match.

Ultimately, the nature/religion argument against accepting a person who is trans simply doesn't hold up without cherry-picking. And cherry-picking invalidates and fails to justify the reason to be anti-trans.

It is absolutely your choice when it comes to what you find tolerable or acceptable.

But if you're going to use the nature argument, and you don't want to be a hypocrite, you should be 100% natural yourself. All your own teeth, tonsils, real hair color, etc. If one surgery violates the rules of nature or religion, then logically, all medical interventions and cosmetic changes are violations too. 

And if you do want to be a hypocrite, then we probably don't know each other because my friends don't roll like that. LoL

Regardless, I'd never stand in the way of someone who desires to ironically contradict themselves. 

Joking aside, I want to help bring thought and understanding if I can. 

Yes, I'm clearly hetero, but I consider myself an ally. 

If you happen to be anti-trans, then I would like to ask a favor. It will be difficult but try to reexamine your stance minus the nature/religion dead-end and see what else is inside you. Is there another reason you can't accept a person who is transgender?

If you can't find another reason that justifies your perspective, then try observing the community with an accepting and tolerant eye. Nothing to lose by giving it a try, right?

My prediction is you will feel better about yourself and maybe about humans generally. Perhaps it won't be easy. But don't give up on yourself. 

To the people who live out loud as their honest selves, your courage is my inspiration.

And to those who have been able have a change of heart and to transition from foe to friend, my sincere respect.

XoXoXo,

~Buffie