I Feel Better. I Can Recover. Yay!

I feel so well, I leaked a little limerick. No real writing yet but I begin. Where there is a small leak, can a deluge be far behind?

Song for My Hero

There once was a man Avenatti
Whose mien was scarier than Gotti
And whose brains more intense
Make Trump very tense
And Guiliani even more dotty.

Song #2 for My Hero

Avenatti is not from Madras
But his balls must be made out of brass.
In Stormy weather,
They clang together
And sparks burn Michael Cohen in the ass.   

  copyright MDeAngelis

Trolls Inspire Me

The_El_Conquistador

"Hillary said the same damed thing against obama. So suck it." (sic)

SUCK! a poem for our times

Melania sucks it.
Sane woman would say 

'Eww do not phuque it.'
Good woman would need a bucket.
Mean woman would yuck it 

up. Bigly.

 Artist is Sandy Huffaker. See more of his art...

Green Revolution - Food is Politics and Vice Versa

Poster on right by Favianna Rodriguez.

I have an ongoing interest in feeding the children and myself good food. I must be interested in the economics of farming in America to that end. I have discovered a new source for GREEN information. Meet the American Farm Bureau.

I was drawn to the site by an article Monarch Habitat Restoration Benefits Farmers and the Environment by Robert Giblin. I plan to make my garden Monarch friendly. I stayed for the informative articles about Farm Policy. No food without happy and prosperous Farmers. Photograph by C Watts.

The Monarch Butterfly is in trouble. Find out how to be a guardian of the Monarch Butterfly HERE.

'No matter who you are or where you live, you can make a difference and help conserve the monarch butterfly. From a small pot on your front steps to a backyard pollinator garden, there are many ways individuals can provide essential habitat. We provide support to local communities, NGOs and private landowners through the Partners for Fish and Wildlife program with technical assistance and funding support for improving pollinator habitats.'

Guest Author La Motocycliste - Trashcan Potatoes

Over the weekend, I tipped over the trashcan, and harvested enough French Fingerling potatoes for a good meal for two.

Growing potatoes in a trashcan is fun and easy. In case you think, "Potatoes are cheap, why do all this work?" price heirloom varieties at Whole Paycheck sometime.

A lot of communities have gone to high tech trashcans that can be emptied by an automated garbage truck. This leaves the householder with old trashcans, which can be used for low tech urban potato farming.

The first step is to locate a sunny spot. Potatoes are not really choosy, but they do like sun and water. If your sunny spot is over a patch of dirt, cut the bottom off the trashcan with a Sawzall or a hacksaw. If your sunny spot is over concrete, drill drainage holes in the bottom of the trashcan. If the trashcan is really disgusting, clean it up a bit.

Next, put your trashcan on your chosen spot and fill it with four inches of cheap potting soil with a handful of bone meal mixed in. Head off to choose your potatoes. You need about a quarter pound organic potatoes per trashcan. Look for potatoes with nice big prominent eyes. If you have potatoes that have started growing in your pantry, use those.

Cut up the potatoes so you have one or two eyes per piece. Many people leave the potatoes out overnight to skin over, but I have never bothered. Put the pieces about six inches apart on top of the dirt in the trashcan, then cover with another couple of inches of potting soil and another handful of bonemeal. Don't bother to tamp down. Water so that the dirt is as wet as a wrung out sponge. Cover the trashcan with a piece of chicken wire or an old screen to keep critters out.

Keep the dirt moist, and in 2-3 weeks you should see sprouts. Potatoes grow along the stems, so when the sprouts are 8 or nine inches tall and have nice glossy leaves, shake some more dirt along the stems. The plants will grow towards the light, so keep covering the stems as they grow. Keep them watered and the potato plants will grow for about three months. Eventually they will die down. Stop watering. When the plants are deceased, knock over the garbage can and pick out your potatoes.

Note: Reposted from dkos.For those who learn best by seeing rather than reading:

CUNT is a unisex character description. With Music.

Spare me the pearl clutching. Our government is kidnapping children. Here is how intelligent funny folks handle the CUNT word. The same folks who gave us SHITGIBBON.

So far Twitter and Raw Story have punished me for this opinion. I am so going to Hell. I am not in pain for the first time in a month. Hallelujah!

Shitholers R Us. You go, Mr. Mudd.

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-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
- Emma Lazurus

Cher Readers

Update:
I do not feel like I want to die. I have to go for tests. I am probably going to live. HUZZAH!


I am Troll bashing on the Net for exercise and to distract from my misery. I cannot however wax editorial. So hard to maintain a good attitude when you feel bad. Love from Me. 
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I am ill and in a lot of pain. I will be back as soon as I feel better. Thank you. 

Thoughts and Prayers - MAGIC GOOGLE FINGER