I'm off to Calgary to meet up with a few friends at the Gay Rodeo. Sunday is Canada Day and I'm throwing a party to inaugurate my 60th birthday celebration. My actual birthday isn't until July 17, but if the Queen can celebrate her birthday the most convenient week-end of the summer, so can I. And let me tell you, I need the vacation.
I stepped in some dog shit in the way of getting involved with some very low class people who have taken over the Redbone Heritage Foundation. There are actually only two of them, but they're dominating the RHF right now. Eewww! These people are slimeball trash. The pig who is their leader took it upon herself to warn my cousins that I have that highly infectious "happy" disease. I think the stupid bitch was implying that I have AIDS. I got a copy of her rap sheet from her county's sheriff's website and sent it out to my cousins. She is nothing but White Trash. She's got charges against her for "terrorist threats," domestic violence (as the aggressor), and half a dozen indeterminate misdemeanors. No doubt. Her thuggish companion accused me of threatening him when in response to his warning to the members of the Redbone Heritage Foundation that I was dying, I told him I'd dance on his grave. These people are hysterical, and not in a good way.
The thing about stepping in dog shit is that even after you wipe it off your shoe (god forbid your foot), the smell lingers and sometimes it takes more than a single scrubbing to rid you of the lingering smell and memory of the unpleasantness.
Anybody interested can check out some of the details at My Mother's People.