Sometimes, I chance upon things that do not merit one of my lengthy posts, hence, these here diminutive posts.
As I’m walking around — or even linearly — I’ll notice something and I snap a photo.
Such was the case with the above. The above is a feral cat at a place where we walk.
There is a group of volunteers who come daily to feed the cats. They are supported by donations and part of the money goes to neutering the cats (occasionally, people dump their cats there).
As much as I don’t like to see animals being put down, feral cats do a lot of damage when it comes to small animals and birds, even if they are well fed. That’s neither here or there.
That cat reminds us of one of our cats, Shadow. Shadow was a Maine Coon mix. Great big and muscular cat with awesome paws and nails to match. Also, very gentle when not dragged to the vet. At the time he died, he was a three years cancer survivor. He had a sudden relapse that we failed to catch in time. We still miss him.
This next photo is not a crop; it’s a shot taken with the long zoom of the Nikon P900.
I tried a couple of different treatments stacking a few Topaz Plugins.
You can click on the photos for larger versions or you can visit the SmugMug Gallery HERE for the full-size shots. For the pixel watchers, know that these being P900 photos, they are not all that good at full resolution, but they are there if you want to check them out.
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For the writing portion, I want to comment on something that — for me — epitomizes the banality we face day-to-day.
I woke this morning and saw the Internet abuzz with indignation about a picture of Kellyanne Conway in the Oval Office. Apparently, she showed disrespect for the Oval Office, and she was paying the price via a portion of the American public reacting with indignation and horror at her temerity.
Understand, I am not a fan of Trump or any of his team. Also not a fan of Ms. Conway, although I harbor no special antipathy toward her. I might not like her boss, but I recognize she did a fantastic job during the campaign and kudos to her for it. She takes a lot of crap from a number of quarters, and while some of it may be deserved, I also know some of it is just plain bullshit.
That’s the reality of being in the public eye. Being a woman magnifies the animosity she faces because a lot of men — and some women — are not comfortable with women showing any kind of abilities.
I don’t pay usually attention to these things because I don’t like getting my underwear all in a bunch over stuff that does not directly concerns me, but I admit to being curious as to what heinous crime Ms. Conway committed against the sanctity of the Oval Office.
I clicked on one of the news links . . .
. . . and then another, and another, and the same photo kept coming up. OK, I had to break down and actually read words describing the affront to the austerity and dignity of the Oval Office because it obviously escaped me.
WHISKEY TANGO FOXTROT!!!! Are you FOXTROTTING kidding me!!!???!!!
There just aren’t enough punctuation marks to express my initial incredulity and subsequent aggravation.
. . . she had her feet on the sofa . . .
The poor sofa suffered a disgrace beyond having Donald’s ASS sit on it . . .
To say I am disgusted with people is putting it mildly.
Then, I noticed other things . . . why, those people are wearing shoes!! WHISKEY TANGO FOXTROT?!?!
Were they raised in a barn? That’s a brand new carpet in the Oval Office! Heck, I take my shoes off when I’m in this rental condo and its carpet is crap. For that matter, who let Donald in there? I’m pretty sure he has no respect for anything!
Yes, I kid.
Look, folks, that is no more and no less than a place of work. People don’t go there to worship, and lots of things happen there that are worthy of much greater indignation. Not just during this administration, but every administration going back two hundred plus years.
. . . and you are freaking out over a sofa. All the problems the world faces, and you are freaking out over a sofa.
Like I said, it’s a place of work. If you and I were invited there, I would turn it down, but when you show up there, you would rightly be awed by the experience. But, if you work there and are in and out of that room every day, it’s no more and no less than another office where you work.
And, here’s the kicker . . . the Media is reporting this as a story. If that doesn’t disgust you, I don’t know what would.
Instead of being champions of the people and humanity as we sit on the brink of various potential world catastrophes, Social and Mainstream Media are concerned with the fate of a sofa.
We are doomed, I say! DOOMED!
. . . plus, I’m pissed off they have now made me sympathetic toward Ms. Conway. She may deserve a lot of crap, but not for this . . . this is just plain silly.
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