Why So Syrias? People Shouldn't Worry About the Syria Airstrikes

Why should I get upset over President Trump's airstrikes on Syria?

I voted for the man and I knew he was not anti-war; how come others didn't? It's almost as funny as when Hillary supporters were shocked that Trump won; only now the joke is on Trump supporters. 
Granted, I am not thrilled with more waste and war -- just like I am not thrilled with many other things governments do that I have no say in -- but I am not surprised, not in the least.

Not only that, but I am not as upset over it as I would have been in the past; most likely because I am not paying a federal income tax since I don't make enough. 

Therefore, since I am not knowingly funding the war nor enlisted in it, I have no good reason to let my blood pressure rise over it when plenty of other things that impact me daily elevate my blood pressure enough as it is. Please, spare me the arguments about how cash supports war efforts through inflation; grocery stores don't take bitcoin out here, so just shut it.

Yes, it is disgusting to think about billions of dollars being spent to bomb people in other countries rather than using the money to help people in America, but that is how earmarked money works. I loathe it with such passion, yet that is always the reasoning that is given to me as to why money can't be used to help people...because that is not the intended purpose of that money, therefore it will not be used for such a cause. Well played, congress.

Still, as disgusting as earmarked funds are, I am even more disgusted by the fact that there are American citizens in Washington State, some with high school diplomas, being paid $11 an hour to do basic jobs, yet are still unable to push in their chairs or pick up after themselves, as is evidenced in a typical employee breakroom when breaks end.

I can sense the confusion already: What in the world does pushing in chairs and picking up after one's self have to do with President Trump's airstrikes? This is what:

Making America great does not begin with a president; it never has and it never will. Again, something I knew when I voted for Trump.

It does not matter what the president is doing when it is the people -- the individuals -- who are unable to handle making life better for themselves on their own.

This is why I say that pushing in one's chair and picking up after one's self wherever one goes is what makes life -- and America! -- great, not only for the individual but for anyone impacted by such acts.

Think on it: How many people come behind you each day? How many of those people could be impacted for the better by having one less thing to do that is not their responsibility if your mess wasn't left for them to pick up? Just think on it for at least a minute.

Now, here is the kicker: The president -- whether it be Barry, Hillary, or Donny -- has absolutely 100% nothing to do with you choosing to pick up after yourself. It is your choice and yours alone. Therefore, when you choose not to pick up after yourself, you are choosing not to be great and you are choosing not to make America great. 

It is not President Trump who is making things worse by not picking up after you. You are making things worse for you and others by not picking up after you. So don't worry about what Trump is doing; worry about what you are doing.

This is why I am not upset over President Trump's airstrikes on Syria; it's also why I think people should not condemn the man so quickly when they can't handle pushing in their chairs, cleaning up their messes, or handling their own lives without expecting someone else -- the government! -- to do the work for them. 


Trees by Eve: Pacific Northwest Tree Photography on Instagram

I may have stumbled into a natural niche on my Instagram account -- TREES! 

I have been taking photographs of trees for a handful of years now and have added many of those tree photographs to products in my shops for tree lovers everywhere to purchase.

The funny thing is, even though I am surrounded by trees and love taking pictures of them, it didn't occur to me to showcase them on my Instagram account. But after I posted a couple tree photos and saw the response -- and how awesome the pictures looked in my feed! -- I figured it couldn't hurt to share more pictures of my Pacific Northwest surroundings with the outside world.

The good news is it didn't hurt! I am slowly gaining more followers 100% naturally and organically -- without gluten or HFCS or cocaine! -- and without paying for them, which is not what I want to do. 

Plus, I am receiving way more 'likes' on my Instagram photos than my photography has ever received in the past on other media accounts. If it's wrong of me to want more likes and to want more people to see my content, then sue me, but posting content without gaining followers or receiving any feedback -- not even likes from 'friends'! -- is a spirit crusher. 

So, it was a totally refreshing surprise to see all the positive response from strangers to my simple tree photos. 

Sure, it may only be 20 to 30 likes right now, but that's 20 to 30 likes more than I get elsewhere; which is why Instagram is the only place to see the majority of my pictures, since it's the one place that gives my content the online love I believe it deserves.

It was especially surprising to see that Matt Forney -- the infamous woman hater! -- likes my tree photos. My photos, of all things; what a compliment! If that is what a woman hater does, I hope some more stop by my Instagram page. But I digress.  

Maybe it's the open style of Instagram, maybe it's the feed algorithms, maybe it's using the right hashtags, maybe it's all bots; I don't know. Whatever it is though, Instagram is where I get the feedback that boosts my spirits, so I will take it and focus my energies there.

That is why I continue to feed my feed daily, albeit a tad bit excessively at times; and I thank all my followers for liking the photos! -- or tolerating them while waiting for me to post a picture of my cats or something other than a dang tree!



Bathroom Etiquette for Everyone (But Mostly Ladies)

Five days a week, for the past year and a half, I clean anywhere from 3 to 7 bathrooms each day, both public and private. Foundation

Although it is not the most glamorous line of work, it is very educational, which means I learn while being paid to clean; and who better to share my learning with than my readers, and the world at large, who more likely than not use bathrooms? Indeed! 

Thus, here is my bathroom etiquette rant with a few of my personal observations and tips to keep in mind when using a bathroom in public (or anywhere). People who are ill, physically impaired, or over the age of 70 do not apply; however, if you are able-bodied and only have complacent mediocre laziness and ignorance to contend with, my bathroom rant is for you ~ Enjoy!

For starters -- YOU ARE IN PUBLIC! 

1. You are not in your home, so don't get comfortable and act as if you are. In other words: Get out of your p.j. pants (people over 18), cover your butt crack, use a belt, put on shoes (not slippers or bare feet), wear clothes that fit, and dress with respect for yourself when you enter the public scene. 

Why does dress attire matter?

2. Because: 'The only etiquette you find in bathrooms is the etiquette you bring with you,' which means if you walk into a bathroom like a slob without respect for anything, you will treat the bathroom like a slob and leave it like a slob. DON'T BE A SLOB. Dress with respect for yourself and thereby respect the bathroom; because a person who does not respect their own self cannot respect the bathroom (or much else).

Bathroom etiquette begins with the user; not the bathroom.

3. When you approach a toilet, how do you want to find it? With wet drops of who-knows-what on the seat you're going to sit on? With toilet paper on the seat; or the safety paper halfway in the toilet and halfway clinging to the seat, saturated in moisture? With no toilet paper on the roll when there is stock available for replacing? In other words, how much do you want to clean up after someone else when you need to use a toilet; and how much do you like it?

FYI, I do not use or clean urinals; I can only address toilets.

So, if you don't want to find all those things waiting for you, then why would you leave those things waiting for the next person; just because someone left it for you? That is ignorance, and, ladies, I am talking to you! You cannot escape your inferior pig-like behaviors from me because I am one of you and I have seen it come from you, along with myself at times (shame on me!). Stop it; be a woman, not a pig; plus, you're in America (at least I am), so be a first-world American with hygienic etiquette, not a third-world transient who doesn't know any better.

Pigs leave their mess for others; are you a pig?

4. If you do not enjoy cleaning up after a stranger's bathroom experience, then consider paying it forward and cleaning up after yourself when you are done. Here is how: wipe the toilet seat down with toilet paper or paper towels to remove any moisture left behind; make sure any toilet paper or safety paper is completely in the toilet, again wiping the seat as needed, and give it another flush so the toilet is empty for the next person; if the toilet paper roll is empty and stock is available, change it...because there is no Roomba for changing the toilet paper, only humans can do it. You are human, you can do it! 

Granted, if you are a pig and like leaving the bathroom looking like a sty, you won't be able to change the toilet paper roll because pigs don't have opposable thumbs or consideration for others; therefore, the public is not the place for you and you are better off staying home to wallow in your pigdome. 

Pardon me for raising the bar on American standards of etiquette, but I am done lowering myself. Are you?


Questioning Gender Equality & Freeing My Mind from Women's Lib

Q: Why does a woman have to do everything (or as much as possible) that a man can do? 

A: She doesn't. She can do what she can do, on her own level, in her own way, without giving a second thought about society telling her she has to compete with men when she is not a man. 

Q: Why can't a woman be a woman (or a girl be a girl)?

A: She can be. Women are made to be women; they aren't made to be men, because if women were made to be men they would be born with dicks. Surprisingly, that is how you tell the difference between men and women; if there is a dick attached, it is a man. If there is no dick attached, that is the genetic marker to act like a woman because you are a woman. Now, if there was a dick and then it became detached later in life, or vice versa, I can't help.

Q: What is wrong with a girl wanting to do girly things, or a woman wanting to do womanly things?

A: Nothing. Women don't have to do what men do for fun and women should enjoy womanly things, whatever they happen to be, without feeling as if they are less for not being macho women. Women don't have to shoot guns, or fight, or lift weights, or play sports, or read comic books, or follow politics, or watch movies, or do anything else that men tell women they should do because men do it. And do you know why? Because that is what makes a woman a woman -- not doing what men do. Granted, women totally can do those things, but they totally don't have to do those things if they totally don't want to do those things; and that is a definitive benefit of being a woman, saying no...along with not feeling guilty for crying when we would rather be strangling someone (that's why we cry, it's a coping mechanism that keeps us from going where you don't want to see us go!).

Q: Why do women have to be as strong and as tough as men (or other women)?

A: They don't; they can be if they want to be, but they don't have to. Men and women are unequal with each other, the same as women are unequal with each other, the same as men are unequal with each other. In fact, everyone being unequal is the greatest equality of all. Don't you think? 😉


Minimizing the Economic Burden that Obama Unconstitutionally Placed on Americans

I did not want a president and I did not want to vote. I was perfectly happy not wanting any president.

However, I also do not want to pay taxes and you cannot live one day in Washington State without paying some sort of tax. So, I strategically caved and voted for Trump based on him being the closest thing to anti-establishment that may ever be president in my lifetime.

And I will be damned if that man hasn't already come through for me (on his first day in office) and the people of America who have been taxed for far too long. 

I encourage everyone to know how to read legislation and legalese since that is the language that controls Americans, so here is the full text of President Trump's Executive Order Minimizing the Economic Burden of the Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act Pending Repeal,  signed January 20, 2017.

The gem of it, to me anyway, is Section 2, which is so beautiful I had to make an image of it just to accentuate its outstanding awesomeness (below). It got me all verklempt when I read it, so consider yourself warned; it's a tear-jerker.

Granted, I know the anti-statist argument against executive orders too well, and I do not care to hear it; because it is the intention behind the order that speaks volumes more to me than the fact it is an evil executive order, so keep it to yourself and enjoy!


Nobody Intimidates Baby: When Life Gives You Watermelons, Carry Them

Have you ever been told that you are intimidating? Better yet, have you ever been told that you are intimidating when you are the one who feels intimidated? Welcome to my work.
I'm about as much of a Baby-awkwardly-carrying-a-watermelon-through-a-pack-of-dirty-dancers as one can be when it comes to my current work situation this past year and a half, as an official cart-wielding, name-badge-wearing housekeeper in a privately-owned luxury retirement facility where I make life better for some outstanding (and very independent) members of the Greatest Generation.

From court reporter to housekeeper, that is me; and it is totally intimidating to work in a position where I am the only white American female who speaks English as her first language in the housekeeping department (and, no, I don't get paid more for the privilege of being white and speaking English). 

Seriously, now, how is being the minority in this situation not intimidating? 

I am an introvert on someone else's property, away from people I know, in a community where I do not feel I belong, doing a job I never imagined doing (nor was ever encouraged to do), following coercive OSHA mandates, and getting paid a wage well below the value of my work productivity; add to all of that, being a minority of one amongst a group of women who speak a common language, share a common culture, and communicate with ease to each other (when I am the one in my native land and home state). Call me a girl, but this is an intimidating situation. 

I mean, am I the only one who gets intimidated or scared when I have to stand alone, or go through a process alone, or learn something new alone; especially when there is a group of people around me who have already done it and now get to watch me awkwardly carry a watermelon across the dance floor? It's not embarrassing as much as it is intimidating and scary to be out of my comfort zones in so many ways at one time.

So, as a result of feeling intimidated, what do I do? I own the intimidation and project it back by playing the game my dad taught me in court reporting: The goal of the game is to make them believe that you know what you're doing. Thanks, dad! So that's what I do; I arm myself with enough confidence to believe that I can handle anything that comes my way, along with the wisdom to recognize when to defer to more experienced people for help. 

Granted, my confidence shifts from day to day, ebbing and flowing with the changing tides in my mind, between self-doubt and self-confidence; and, boy, if that doesn't make life more exasperating at times than is necessary.

But I do get it though; as an English-speaking, natural American citizen who knows her legal rights better than most and doesn't appear scared to speak up (even though she is more scared than anyone will ever know), I appear intimidating due to the confidence I project....all 5-foot-4-inches, 120 pounds of petite little me (who is actually the giant of the housekeepers!).

The fact is that confidence can be intimidating even when it is being faked, and that is what is so amusing about being told by my boss that I am intimidating, because I am faking to compensate for how intimidated I am by everything around me! Nobody intimidates Baby.


Not My Anarchy: What Anarchy Isn't

I am turning the anarchy topic on its head for a moment; rather than telling you what I think anarchy is, I will tell you what I think anarchy isn't. How's that for anarchy?
Anarchy, in its purest form, is not following others; and this is affirmed by the word itselfThe term anarchy, at its Greek root, translates to 'without rulers or leaders.' Therefore, anarchy is not following others, nor being ruled by others.

In fact, the antonym (opposite) of 'leader' is 'follower.'  Now, since there cannot be a leader without a follower, anarchy theoretically cannot exist with followers; because, as already stated, anarchy is to be without leaders, and it also means to be without followers since one cannot exist without the other.

To follow is to be led and ruled, either physically or philosophically; and to follow a group -- especially a group of anarchists -- is about as far away as one can get from practicing pure, unadulterated anarchy. 

Rhetorically speaking, if all the anarchists don't vote, wouldn't it be anarchy to vote so long as that is what one wants to do for oneself? 

I mean, if an anarchist wants to vote and doesn't vote because a group of anarchists tell her not to, then that is not anarchy. That is being told what to do by a group and following their rules, not your own rules.

Honestly, now, if all the anarchists are doing the same thing, then where is the anarchy? More importantly, where is the thinking?

Anarchy is not about being complacent in one's thinking, ever, because that is when it becomes easy to be led by others and to mindlessly do what others do, or do what others want you to do for them without question; and that is not my anarchy. 


Randian Rebus: How to Pronounce Ayn Rand's Name

Finally! An accurate representation of the pronunciation of Ayn Rand. 

Somebody had to do it, and as every good reader of Rand knows: The question isn't who is going to let me, it's who is going to stop me; so I did it, and I didn't ask permission to do it.

I had no intention of creating a graphic design for Ayn Rand's birthday (2/2/1905), but I managed to do it subconsciously. The idea for this rebus popped into my head a couple nights ago the way lots of my ideas do, while trying to fall asleep. When I was able to create it the following night I was ecstatic with the results. What do you think?

For those who don't know, Ayn is not pronounced 'Anne', like Anne of Green GablesRather, Ayn is pronounced with a long i sound, like the eye of the tiger, or like the 'I' when speaking in the first person. 

But I couldn't use just the letter i because 'IN' capitalized is an uppercase 'in', and how would anyone know to pronounce it 'Ayn' when it's spelled as 'in'? Duh, silly letters! Thus, I used the human eye to represent the proper pronunciation and it turned out 'brilliant,' to quote a couple comments I have received on the work so far (thanks!).

As far as Rand goes, it's fairly self-explanatory and isn't mispronounced the way her first name is; but for the sake of clarification, Rand's pronunciation rhymes with the word 'band.' Hopefully this will clear the air on how to pronounce Ms. Rand's name for anyone who was unsure.  



How Immigration Policies Shape America: A Ketchikan Photo Essay

The recent uproar over the Trump Administration's immigration policies reminded me of a few historically-significant facts that I learned about three businesses while visiting Ketchikan, Alaska, last September (2016). Others might benefit from learning about them, too, so enjoy!

1. I learned about Tatsuda's Grocery and how the 1941 attack on Pearl Harbor impacted the family in two ways. Not only was the family sent to internment camps at the order of American government, but three sons served in the US Armed Forces at the same time the family was being interned. 

Crazy? That's America and that's history, folks. 

2. I also learned about the history of the Diaz Cafe; specifically, that while immigration laws in the 1920s restricted Chinese and Japanese immigrants from coming to America, Filipinos were not blocked from immigrating. Thus, Ketchikan boomed with 'Alaskeros' who became part of the community, and still are.

So, it can be viewed as bad that certain groups were blocked from immigrating, yet at the same time other groups were allowed in who made America their new home -- and that can be viewed as good! Right or wrong, that is how history played out, and it is something to learn from.

3. Lastly, I learned about the family who started the New York Hotel and Cafe. Even before the internment camps of WWII, in 1925 the Shimizu family was forced to move to another area in town due to local efforts to improve buildings and move minorities out. And this is Alaska, folks...freedom, the last frontier, and all that jazz.

The family was  also interned during World War 2, but people of the community took over running the business and gave the Shimizus all the profits upon their return (release). Now that's community!

As sad as it is to understand that this is the truth behind a small part of America's history -- people being told they can or cannot live somewhere, people being forced to leave their homes and live in government camps, people being told they are not allowed to move to America -- this is what has made America the America it is today. 

America may not be perfect, like every other country, but it has a history unlike any other; and history continues to be made every day whether people go along with laws, fight laws, or ignore laws. Because it's the people who make America and its history incredible, not the government.


Women's March 2017 Movie Mashup: They'll Never Take My Laughter

I do not know what rights women think they are losing with President Trump, but they have not lost their right to be funny, that's for sure. As well, I am not precluded from exercising my right reserved under the Ninth Amendment to make fun of anyone walking around in a vagina costume, in public, over the age of 12. Yay for rights!



Grab Your Pussy, Trump Is Here!

After these last 16 years, I never thought I would be excited for a president, but here I am, legitimately thrilled with anticipation to see what becomes of a Trump presidency. Anything can happen and I have no doubt anything will happen, and that is what will make it all the better! 

So, goodbye to America's first robotic, fully-teleprompted puppet-president; may his and his predecessor's legacies be pulverized under the hellacious heel of Donald J. Trump. 

I even figured out the perfect parody song for the event: Movin' on out, from the east side, we finally lost our piece of the piiiieeeeeee! Indeed, I am singing and 100% excited. Trump Day 2017 off from work is going to be Trumpendous! 

Along with America getting an update today, I will be treating myself and my hair to a much-needed color boost with the most appropriate of colors for life in a blue state -- RED! Yep, a day of Trumping around with fresh red hair in a county that is so very, very blue is just what the pussy ordered.

Speaking of pussies, have you seen my uber-awesome 'Grab Your Pussy, Trump Is Coming' design, along with all my other original pro-Trump designs? What do you think of them? 

If you haven't seen the designs yet, please remedy that by enjoying this short video below that I created this week using YouTube Editor (40 seconds); it features images of my own Trump designs on the most popular products in my gift shops, along with lots of thanks to you wonderful buyers. 

All links for the shops are in the sidebar and at the bottom of this post under the thank you banner; comments are encouraged and appreciated! What are you doing for Trump Day?


I Don't Need Feminism...or Do I?

As a post-Women's Lib Gen-Xer, all I have ever been taught and shown by the world around me is that women can do anything and everything a man can do, at least legally speaking.

Here's the thought, though, that feminists forgot, or that got blocked by gatekeepers: Do I want to do everything? Who cares if I can do everything? Do I want to, as a woman of my own free will and volition, do everything and anything a man can do?

Let me think on that for a split second.

No! I absolutely do not want to do anything and everything a man can do. And why would I, or why should I? So that then I can be a man? Then, if I'm so manly that I can do it all myself, why would I want a man around since he can't do anything for me that I can't do myself? And why would a man want to be around me if I'm so manly; so that he can treat me like one of the guys? No, thank you.

Instead, what if, rather than trying to do anything and everything a man can do, I were to focus on becoming anything and everything a woman can be, considering that's what I am? Is that too crazy? I mean, how dare a woman not want to be a man, right? Right.

Not right.

This [ill]logic of feminism does amuse me, so much that I have taken it as a form of inspiration in creating new graphic designs for my online shops (links in sidebar); here are the four newest RedBubble stickers. What do you think?

Okay; so maybe I do need feminism...to inspire me to fight back against it!


I Fight Authority & Authority Doesn't Always Win (My First Podcast Interview with Matt Forney)

Three weeks before the end of 2016, I sat down one-on-one with an IRS tax collector to address my outstanding six-figure back-tax debt that began accumulating ten years ago in 2006. 

Needless to say, I have been carrying a consequential and controversial load over the past few years as a result of exercising my unalienable right to say no to unjust government, and it has not been easy; neither the load nor my silence. 

Fortunately, Matt Forney was there to help relieve the silence by sharing my story via his This Alt-Right Life podcast with my first-ever podcast interview, so very appropriately entitled: She Fought the Law and the Law Lost. (I couldn't help but complement it with this post's title inspired by my favorite John Mellencamp song.)

Along with talking taxes, Matt and I talk Trump and what it has been like where I live in Washington State; a popular blue state that has numerous red counties filled with the silent majority, including my county which I had a hand in historically turning red...and it felt so good!

Please have a listen here, here, or here, to hear the details and results of my meeting with the IRS. There is no wrong time to listen nor wrong way to listen, unless the volume is muted then that would be counterproductive to listening. So un-mute, listen, and let me know what you think.
PS +++ Don't forget to grab your pussy, because Trump is coming!!!