An Unlucky Place to Dump
Superstitious nut bags have me scratching my head.
How much sanity does it take to realize that having a black cat cross you path is less likely to cause bad luck, than having a a trailer home in Oklahoma?
And what is up with the number 13 nonsense? I know people who do not want to get out of bed if it is Friday the 13th. (I don't want get out of bed most days... But, will not limit my stay-in-bed days to just a few days a year. )
"Holy Cow Patties... Batman" (you can start any sentence with Holy... If you end it with Batman)
It does not take a brain surgeon to figure out superstitions are total nonsense... Yet, we catch ourselves avoiding the cracks in the sidewalk... Do we honestly think stepping on one will really break our Mother's back? Heck no... But, why take chances?
As for the people who are afraid to walk under a ladder... ummmm, no kidding, Sherlock. Walking under a ladder is not bad luck waiting to happen. It is an accident waiting to happen. And if I am on the ladder... and I see you walking under it, I will drop something on your head to get your attention... "Hey, you down there, wearing the 'I am an idiot' t-shirt... Get away from my ladder!"
We had a friend visiting our house. She was sitting on the floor playing with our four year old nephew. The young boy jumped up and ran in front of her, stepping between her legs. She looked at me and said, "Make him go back!" I was not sure what she meant, so I pulled the child aside and explained that he should not run in front of people like that. (he was as confused as I was for giving him the lecture)
This woman was now almost frantic... Screaming, "Someone grab that child and make him go back!" I looked at my husband... What could this woman be talking about??? Go back where???
My husband quickly picked up the child and carried him back across the woman's legs. WHAT in the name of all that has ever been written, is going on in my house???
The woman calmed down enough to treat me like an evil witch who was trying to cast a spell on her. You know the saying... "If looks could kill?" Well, I think she visually knocked me off.
My husband has since explained the various superstitions that are followed in the south. Oh my, how do people function?
I still like to irritate my husband by sweeping his feet with the broom. A BIG NO-NO! Should I even tell you what is done to ward off the curse if someone touches your feet with the broom???
I suppose it is only right... I would hate to be responsible for any harm that will come your way.... You must then spit on the straws of the broom!
The first time my hubby did this, I almost beat him with the broom. First of all... Don't EVER spit in my house!!! Second of all... You have a college education for heck's sake. How will spitting on my broom, causing mud streaks on my floor, save you?
There is also the spilling of salt... or is it pepper... That must be followed with tossing some over your shoulder... Again... I am going to strangle the person who came up with making a mess on my floor and wasting, as a solution to a superstition.
I could go on and on and on and on... People wake up... This silly nonsense must end...
I will answer the phone in a rain storm... I will go to work on Friday the 13th... Hey, not getting a full check would be darn right UN-lucky... and I will keep laughing at silly superstitious people...
Do, I think my little quirks are superstitious? Probably... I know this is telling on myself... But I have one.
I will not leave the house without putting on the bracelet my son sent me from the Middle East. This may sound just as silly as the above mentioned superstitions... To you.
However, I feel that if I am not wearing it, David will not be safe... As if, for some strange reason... The powers that be, will only protect him if I have it on... because, by not wearing the bracelet... I am not emitting enough love to keep him alive...
I know.... I am nuts... But, do you think I will chance fate on this issue?
So, basically superstitions are only hooey if they did not originate in my own mind.
By the way... NOT flushing the toilet is not only bad luck... It is also stinky!
posted by The Queen of Poop @ 12:30 PM
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Excuse me QoP if I take a moment on the soapbox. . . or should I say the throne. You will have to excuse the blind ramblings that may lay ahead for I am so furious and a million thoughts are flying to the forefront of my Friday afternoon brain.
Two people were beheaded on a city street in Iraq. On a city street. With people walking by and cars passing, insurgents - or as they should be referred to, the spawn of hell - drug two Iraqis bound and blindfolded to a city sidwalk and proceeded to saw their heads off for supplying food to US military bases. Was anyone killed trying to stop them? Did anyone alert the authorities? Did anyone even scream obscenities against this foul act? No. No, quite the opposite. They cheered and shouted, "Allah akbar". . . . God is great. Well, they're right. God is great (anyone that you choose to pray to), but you are not one of his children. You are not a holy person. You are not a religious person. You are not even a decent person if you can stand by and cheer such atrocities. A U.S. soldier just got ten years in prison for the "torture" and "humiliation" handed out in the Abu Graib prison. "Torture"? "Humiliation"? The people in this prison are the same ones either doing the sawing or doing the cheering and we're going to condemn a man for making a pile of naked people? Fuck them. Yes, I said it, fuck them. These insurgents, these vermin of the desert don't play by the same rules and we're never gonna win this thing if we keep playing nice.
Then again I don't see how we can win at all. How do you liberate a people that don't have the thirst for freedom? How do you raise a society to a level of civility when they choose to rally for murderers? Oh I know, the greater nation of Islam does not preach hatred or condone violence. They are a people of peace. Bullshit! Then where are they? Why aren't the Muslims of the world shouting from their mosques that these people do not represent their religion and they will not tolerate murder in the name of Allah? I haven't heard it. All I hear is the hum of their five-a-day prayers.
The Iraqis will not have free elections, they will not have a democracy of any kind, they will not have peace on their streets and they will not be players in the world economy until they decide as a whole, that is what they want. Until they decide that they will no longer tolerate the insanity, the barbaric acts of violence against their own people. Until they stand up and say, "Give me liberty or give me death". This is not something that can be won for them or given to them. They must stand up and take it. And from what I've seen they've already chosen the world they want to live in.
And now I flush. . . . the whole damn country of Iraq.
Well said...my sentiments exactly! I just don't understand, nor ever will, how this can happen, let alone, supposedly in the name of religion. It's not human...it is just plain evil.
I know it is not the PC correct thing to say, but if those people can't stand up for themselves, let's bring in the big guns and make it a parking lot, and stop putting our men and women in harms way for a bunch of crazies...even animals don't act this way.
Double Flush...the entire country of Iraq!
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