You Are Not Free

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame,
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

by Emma Lazarus, New York City, 1883

Where is her lamp?

Where is the light?

Where and when do we begin to shake our foolish pride and say...

Enough is enough?

More importantly, when do we say,

"Its not my car or house that makes me a better person. Its my generosity and my kindness that I hope to reflect upon the world before I leave."

How can you have a billion dollars and not think twice about wanting to give half away to help the poor?

Can you not be happy with $500 million?

What the fuck is wrong with the 1%?!!!!

There is over 200 billionaires in the US alone but they would rather fuck their sister or brother than see their money leave the family.

And they will fight the brother and sister they just screwed to fuck them out of the money too!!

The Blonde rather have government cheese!


Just Cuz!

Where Are You

Waiting until your home!!!

Another Troop...

leaves for Afghanistan on Monday.

Only this troop includes my son.

Religious wars are ugly business and I just assume we let them implode on their own.

When I hear a man killed his wife for bearing a daughter instead of a son when he has the x and y chromos that decide the fate of the child's sex...

I want to smush his pea brained stupid religious right ass under the tires of a hummer.

Its a good thing my son is going...he has a much more level head than I do. I would kill an Afghan man just for being ugly and looking at me.

GOD BLESS the children who fight this battle.

Let us not forget that every soldier is someone's









May the American flag fly high and never drape another coffin.

And if one does, may God please...please...do not let it be my sons


Harvard Bound

and family bond.

Am I using my parents as a crutch?

Or do they hold me back and I am their crutch?

Who could figure this one out?

Perhaps we are both.

How many crutches does it take to help a broken spirit walk?

The Indians would say a spirit has wings.

Well to a whitey like me...

Broken wings means broken arms

and having crutches to deal with

leaves me...



The blonde is flat bread and broken!!!

Admit to Being a Surf

Our society has become a King and surf world. The problem is surfs refuse to let go of pride and admit that they are the low income people repubicans are hating.

If we admit we are broke and that the 1% holds all the money and refuses to share or be privy to a socialist society...the surf will loose and soom become a slave.

When we admit to being surfs

When we admit to being oppressed

whgen we let go of our pride

and realize the 1% has no intention of ever helping us

than we will rise

and we will fight

and we will no longer

be the slave

Eutopia is not achievable but its at least worth trying to fight for it

and we may never achieve it

but we will be closer to happiness

Money needs to stop winning over humanity

The Blonde will not stand for it!!!



I am without team. I broke up with the Redskins and now I am looking for a team.

I might end up with the Houston Texans because I think I have decided to move back to the 4th largest city ion the U.S.

Austin is fun but I need the big city...and Austin is a Big Town...

Besides...the men I like seem to pool in the general direction of Houston.

More later....right now...I am hoping Eli Manning kicks the Packers...

and I have a new beau I am playing with later...

Stay tuned!

The Blonde is keeping her record going!!!


A fucking Gahn istan

My son leaves next month. And he better come home just as I made him.

If anything happens to my child; I will not cry in a corner.

I will stand, I will train, I will fight, and I will bring down everyone responsible.

Do not fuck with the Blonde's kid!!!!



Men miss my hair. I should have bundled up the chopped locks and made a Blondie pocket buddy with it.

I was on eharmony for all of 2 months and I must say... answering the same five questions over and over again can crawl up a Buddha statues ass and bug the jolly stone icon into a frown.

I have already plucked the man of the year so the rest is just fun and folly for boredom. Don't hate me...most of the men on this site do the same thing. Its adult dominoes for the relationship impaired.

Eharmony peeps are like cats pawing at something for fun until its dead and no longer fun to play with.

The Blonde is not in tune with the harmony.


Kris Kringle again with a Murder Attempt

What has it been?
Five years and counting that my Mother tries to murder someone during the holidays.

This time, I was too wise for her attempts and foiled her plans to give my 'German' medicinal powder to help my with allergies.

But she is not one to give up so quickly.
If she can;t murder me, she will go after the unsuspecting victim.

My Father.

My Father is deadly allergic to nuts.

And what does Mother do?

Claim she did not have cinnamon available and so she grounded up cinnamon sticks in the same grinder that she grounded nuts in a few months prior.

She innocently baked the cookies and said, "Here dear. I made you cookies. The ones you love."

My Dad bit into one and his throat seized up.

I think my Mother is testing out her murder attempts on the family.

Not enough to kill us but enough to know she can get away with it in the event she really wants to off someone.

Who she is aiming for is any one's guess.

So during the holidays...watch the offerings from my Mother.

Happy and safe Holidays from the Blonde!!


What A Freaking Crazy Christmas Card

If I sent a letter with my Christmas cards it would be a first. Not only for the letter but for sending out cards.

The last time I sent out a Christmas card was when I hand painted Santa with his pants down mooning the recipient.

It was a great card and its a Hallmark to my Aunt. I have not sent out a card since she died. Its the only thing I can do to show her how special she was to our family.

And to let her know, that every year...we still think about her just as much as if she were alive.

I believe in science and I believe her atoms burst apart the moment she exhaled her last breath sending all those beautiful atoms across the universe to be received by new birth.

My Aunt's beautiful atoms grace the bodies of new life..whether that be a bug, a bird, a baby...she lives on!

Good and kindness live on because of her!

The Blonde bows at the ever greatness of life's circle!


Merry Bloody Christmas

Holy cow!!! The drama that is unfolding this season is beyond any soap opera writer's wet dream.

I have to give you it in tidbits or you will explode by the thought of it all.


Sister's best friend's husband tried to kill himself.

They thought the mixture of pain killers caused a suicidal tendency.


The freak was having an affair with a married woman.

He found out she was having an affair with another man.

He left a note in his girlfriend's husband's car tattle tailing that she was sleeping with him and another man

Seriously, what a douche!!!

are you still with me...


The suicidal douche did not bother to leave a note for his wife..my sister's best friend.

Not only is she a best friend, she is our family and you don;t fuck with our family.

When the douche gets out of the psych ward which will be delayed so our sister can get her shit moved out..

will come home to nothing more than a stocking full of coal.

The Blonde is cherry red with happy!!