Know Anyone With These Symptoms?

1. Having an exaggerated sense of self-importance
2. Expecting to be recognized as superior even without achievements that warrant it
3. Exaggerating your achievements and talents
4. Being preoccupied with fantasies about success, power, brilliance, beauty or the perfect mate
5. Believing that you are superior and can only be understood by or associate with equally special people
6. Requiring constant admiration
7. Having a sense of entitlement
8. Expecting special favors and unquestioning compliance with your expectations
9. Taking advantage of others to get what you want
10. Having an inability or unwillingness to recognize the needs and feelings of others
11. Being envious of others and believing others envy you
12. Behaving in an arrogant or haughty manner

This great poem pretty much sums up Crooked Hillary

There are many who do not believe she could tell the truth if she tried.  David Geffen used to be a great Clinton friend but had a few things to say about Hillary and Bill back in 2007 when she was running against BHO  [Source:

[In] an interview that Geffen gave to Maureen Dowd, … he characterized Hillary Clinton as a calculating figure who can’t win and her husband as “a reckless guy.”

“Everybody in politics lies, but they do it with such ease it’s troubling,” Geffen said.

OH HILLARY! by Frank Lee Speeken


From Hillary, with Clinton’s name, we hear her mighty roar!

When one lie fails she does not pause, but quickly tells two more.


From legal bills that “disappeared” and suddenly were found,

To nonexistent bullets that she never ducked around.


The server in the bathroom that concealed her e-mail sleaze?

Its secrets will remain with her, the Russians and Chinese.


She plies her trade with Wall Street blades who give her bags of cash,

But then she bellows from a stage that they’re all greedy trash.


What words of comfort does she purr, when bankers’ doors are closed?

The words are worth a million bucks, yet never are disclosed.


She baldly boasts that Libya was all a great success,

That not a single one of ours was killed in that bleak mess.


But does she not remember those who perished in the night,

Who bravely paid the highest price, abandoned in the fight?


The Times, the Post, the network hacks won’t ask her to explain.

And those who do, she stares them down and scolds them with disdain:


“Don’t bother me with Benghazi, the fault there was not mine!

“A video caused that attack. That’s still my party line.


“What dif’rence does it make,” she jeers, “just why the four men died?

“What dif’rence does it make,” she sneers, “that I was asked, and lied?”


Great power is her heart’s desire, for which she campaigns hard.

Yet she can’t even figure out a New York subway card.


The photo op was meant to show she shares the common touch.

But what is it she shares with us? The answer is, not much.


Now Hill and Bill live life on high, their foundation is rich,

With foreign friends who dearly pay to scratch a Clinton itch.


Like vampires roaming in the night who shun the light of day,

The Clintons draw back from the sound of truth they dare not say.


And through the waters deep she hunts, the Demos’ great white shark–

No, shark is not the beast to say, ’cause fishes do not bark.


A special place in hell may wait for women with the gall

To do the right and decent thing by turning from her call.


Or maybe much more pleasant climes will be the just deserts

For those who see her as she is, not biased by her skirts.

Morsels Debut


While reading up on the benefits of dark chocolate recently (and why not?), I was moved to look for them in my local HEB grocery store, thinking homemade trail mix would be cheaper and healthier than available pre-mixed varieties.  But in addition to dark chocolate, there is unsweetened, bittersweet, semisweet, sweet, milk, and white chocolate.  However, DARK chocolate is what the article said had healthy attributes, so those other chocolate cousins were ignored like so many gaily-wrapped-but-unwanted packages of socks, handkerchiefs, and underwear at Christmases of long ago.

Nestle’s (pronounced “Nessels” Down Undah) makes dark chocolate MORSELS, so I bought a large bag, along with almonds, peanuts, and lovely California raisins (but not the dancing kind).


This morning I was reading a post and comment and reply from chef-friend Ellise Pierce (of “Cowgirl Chef” fame) on my social media page about a grainy-sugar low-temp chocolate from Aztec origins, and mentally meandering (which you may come to notice I am expert at, sentence-ending prepositions included) from Aztec-chocolate-Mexico to Inca-South America-Brazil-coffee, I wondered what a few (8) dark chocolate morsels added to a steaming cup of espresso (as opposed to ‘expresso’, which really translates as “bad coffee from a fast food joint, Express-o”) would taste like.

Turns out, pretty good.

Also, homemade trail mix is pretty good, but not necessarily healthy. Two cups at one setting is probably a larger portion than needed unless you are trudging the Appalachian Trail.  You have been advised.

chewonki girls AT trail magic

We Had A Hunch About This All Along

Your cat doesn’t love you.


“Rudyard Kipling was right. Cats really do walk by themselves, and do not need their owners to feel secure and safe, a study has shown. Although absent owners might worry that their pet is pining, in fact, cats show no sign of separation anxiety.

“Researchers at the University of Lincoln have concluded that cats, unlike dogs, do not need humans to feel protected.”

Full CATastrophic revelation HERE.