The Men Who, uhm, Stare At Goats, Sheep and Other Beasties.

The following rant is NFSW.

The Death March Of Serial Outrage that is the 2011-2012 legislative season continues with this tasty bit from the state of insanity that is Florida. It took just three tries for the Florida legislature to pass a law banning, you guessed it, sex between humans and animals.

This news is a bit mind-twisting in several ways.

Of course, how can anyone oppose such an worthy goal? Why did it take three tries to pass a law to save Bessie the Cow from human molestation? How could PETA face such enormous opposition in lobbying this through the FLA lege?

There is a second point to consider. This nation has far bigger problems than man-on-goat sex. Florida, like the rest of the United States, is in the grip of a severe economic downturn. Millions of people are unemployed and / or losing their homes to often fraudulent foreclosures. Woe, misery and despair stalk the land. The Great American Middle Class is being systematically destroyed bit by bit by a political and economic regime determined to wrest every last scintilla of monetary value from it before casting the drained carcass aside like an empty beer can. Decent jobs are fleeing the country. Nationally, we have a House majority that is willing to play financial doomsday "chicken" with the nation's debt ceiling to force passage of further draconian spending cuts. This same cabal wants to throw future senior citizens (like, well, almost all of us, eventually) to the wolves of the private medical insurance industry with Medicare vouchers and rob them of the benefit of a dignified retirement by killing Social Security.

Yet, with this plethora of unsolved issues and unaddressed problems, the state legislature and governor of Florida cannot be bothered to work on resolving, they could find the precious time to pass a law against bestiality.

And they wonder why people hold legislators in such low esteem.

LAWL

Okayyy

The Difference Between Dogs and Cats

DOG DIARY

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing!

1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!

7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

CAT DIARY

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed
hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the
rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to
keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of
escape.

In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.
I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly
demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.
Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I
could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my
confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this
means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this
again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and
seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.