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A few days ago, when it was minus fucking fifty outside, a drunk dude was found in the snow. When he was warmed (and sober enough) to start talking, he asked where his children were. His three and one year old daughters to be exact.

Hmm. If I was a drunk moron responsible for the safety and well being of children, where would I stash them? In all probability I would take the two of them out in diapers and tee shirts for a walk in the snow. I mean, what kid doesn’t like snow? YES! This is an awesome Idea! I am a great Dad! Where’s my beer?

So obviously, the two little girls were found frozen to death.

The man in question is a Native America. Bet you wonder why I had to add this in, huh? Why bring race into a horrible tragedy like this?

It isn’t becuase I am a closet racist, but becuase the reserve, where he and his girls resided (before he killed them VIA drunken stupidity that is) played the race card.

Thats right folks. It is now all of society’s and the governments’ fault that a grown man chose to get hammered and his children ended up paying the price.

[...said outsiders across the nation looking in on the tragic event should take pause before laying blame, because both parents are "victims of circumstance."

"With all the lack of programs, lack of employment, lack of hope in this community, there's just nothing for this community," she said. "Other communities are thriving, and we're not."]

WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?

Becuase he had no job, he bought alcohol and got smashed while left in charge of children? Wait. I thought he was unemployed? Why did he have alcohol anyway? One time, my husband was unemployed for almost four days. We bought diapers, a case of formula and NOTHING else until his next paycheck came in.

One has to ask why there is “nothing for this community” and WHY, just becuase the community in question happens to be a reserve, this crime can be blamed on society instead of on the shoulders that rightfully should be bearing this load.

When an adult choses to have sex, they know there is a chance, no matter their choice of protection that they may produce a child. (Drunk sex is not an excuse).

When an adult chooses to give birth to the child, to keep the child, to RAISE the child, they enter into a lifetime commitment. Not a legal one, but a moral one. A commitment of the heart.

When an adult, left alone with two very small children chooses to pick up a bottle and drink enough that his judgment is impaired – Enough that he does not think to dress his children before heading out in minus fifty weather – he should be held accountable.

I do not care if the person is white, native, black or fish faced. I do not care if it is a man , woman or Pat. If you have children relying solely on you for care and safety and you choose to impair your judgment with alcohol or drugs, you are guilty. At the very least – of child neglect. At the very most, of murder.

You cannot blame society for the alcohol you bought and subsequently consumed. You cannot blame the government for your lack of job. And you cannot blame US for the death of your children.

Do you know why it is important for children to play the pick up game? It teaches them cause and effect. It teaches them that the action of dropping the spoon/block/ball will cause a reaction from their caregiver. It teaches them that for everything they do there is a reaction.

It is a simple concept, one so simple that a one month old has it mastered. I cry they come. I cry more, they feed me.

I want to know where this man was? How could he possibly have reached the age of majority without learning that for ever action there is a reaction. How can he, hell, not just him, but an entire community, not understand that HE chose to do this. He wasn’t forced to do it by poverty. He is not a “victim of circumstance”. No one went into his home, tied him up, got him drunk and then whispered into his ear that he should take his babies into the snow in diapers. He got drunk and caused the death of his children All.By.Himself.

So why are the papers screaming about [" ...chronic poverty, inadequate housing, a lack of employment opportunities, "rampant" alcoholism, drug abuse, inattention from federal and provincial governments and the lingering impact of residential school abuse that has culminated in generations of abuse in some families"].

Why are good people struggling every.fucking.day to get pregnant, crying each time they walk into a bathroom and realize that yet another month without conception has passed them by – while fuck-tards like this reproduce at the drop of a hat?

I fucking hate people who haven’t figured out where the ON switch is on their brain.

Source.

∗ Posted by bluepaintred on 01.31.2008
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[Cue Dramatic Music] When Border Lions Attack!

“Mom. How come when Smokey has her collar on, her hair poofs up?”

” ‘Cus her mane is growing in. We told you all about that.”

“Her mane?”

“Yea. Just like a lion… And when it is fully grown in, she will be all lion. Then she will eat deers, antelopes, people, that kind of thing”

“….. . . .really??!”

“Yes. We told you all of this. wait. Let me show you a picture”

“See. This dog’s mane is fully grown so she is all lion now.”

“But. She isn’t big enough to be a lion.”

“Well no, they don’t turn into lions. They just think they are lions and start acting like them. The dog in the picture didn’t turn yellow did it?”

” No. But…. will she really eat us?”

“Not if she can’t catch you. In the summer time we will start to train -”

“We’re gonna train her to not to eat us?”

“No, we’re going to start training you guys to run faster. If she can’t catch you sooner or later she will give up. Besides, her mane has just started to grow in, so you have lots of time to train. I wouldn’t worry too much over it.”

Kids are SO trusting.

∗ Posted by bluepaintred on 01.25.2008
I'm a Dumbass, Pranks, Puppy, Rainbow Man, Therapy Bills, confused
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Hey! Help Me!

A lot of you know that I do paid post here and on other sites. Mainly on other sites. On Where Was I, Hubs and I need to do G rated commercial for a company called bed in a box. They are a company that sells memory foam mattresses and the platforms they go on.

If the company likes our commercial our prize is a queen size mattress and bed – a value of almost 2000.oo.

I won’t embarrass myself by telling you how old my bed and mattress are now.. but my husband has known the mattress for a lot longer than he has known me. And we met in ‘96.

I want a new bed dammit!

…but we have no idea what to do for this video. There are no guidelines other than it must be G rated.

ANY suggestions are welcome.

pee ess: anyone who wants to help edit the video say AYE

∗ Posted by bluepaintred on 12.13.2007
Blogger Buddies, Contest, Games, Halp, Husband, I'm a Dumbass, confused
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B R B. – EDIT

Well that sucks. Only the end of my post got published (?wtf anyone had that happen???) Here is the first half of the post:

**

OMG its Sunday. Do you know what that means? Do you people realise how close I came to going INSANE. The fucktard long Easter Break is finally OVER*.

By eight thirty Monday morning, he will be back to school. Not a moment too soon either. I love my kids I really really really do. But sometimes, they annoy the crap out of me. Like when I have to spend all day breaking up fights. and the noise. Oh dear god the noise.

I couldn’t even ship them outside for the day until last Friday for crying out loud.

I tell you, Easter break just About killed me. Or them.

Ooops! That’s not what I meant to type. Here is what any loving mom would say:

I’m so sad that break is over, I’m so going to miss having that boy around. I should home school him!

*shudder*

I loaded an Easter video here. I would have loaded up more, but I gave the computer downstairs a hear attack trying to send them all upstairs at the same time. heh.

I loaded a shit load of photos on the photo blog here.

*If even ONE of you mentions summer break, I will hunt you down and kill you. I swear I will!

**
And now, two of my favorites. Enjoy them, they will be here all week!

There is a point when you cannot walk away,
When you have to stand up straight and tall and mean the word you say.
There is a point you must decide just to do it ’cause it’s right.
That’s when you become a point of light.


alternatively;

I’ll change highways in a while,
at the crossroads, one more mile.
My path is lit by my own fire.
I’m going only where I desire.

∗ Posted by bluepaintred on 04.15.2007
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