on and ADORE animals --hate humans
I have first hand acquaintance with the "Blondii Syndrome." Blondi was
Hitler's beloved German shepherd bitch who lay her last litter in the bunker.
He so loved her he had the whole group cyanided when he had to leave her,
not trusting any pal to raise the bunch without Daddy along. (!)
I knew this kind of person as my beloved father had all these traits.
He adored
his animals SO MUCH. He never in all the years that I observed him
ever spoke a
single word to any of us kids except to say 'go to bed!' He was a big
star composer
at MGM, Tony Martin, Cyd Charisse, Greer Garson, Mario Lanza would
come to our
house. Mario would tear apart the fridge. Daddy was hired by them all
for their night
club acts outside of MGM. He was used to being leonized, even by film
stars, so
cordial and witty to my mother when he conversed with her at dinner
and we were allowed
to listen to his wit and brilliance, his Oscar Wilde act --performed
at the dinner
table. But we didn't exist for him or his parents who were
careerists too.
All from Germany by the way. Only emotion I EVER saw from my father
was
that he wept when his dog Christy died. Once I went to his new house
to
reclaim my stereo (400$ from my first acting job bought it.) He'd taken
it after my
Mother divorced him for philandering. He beat me up. Fists to face.
I
persisted and got out of the house with my stereo.
So here's the Blondi THEOREM. Animal lovers having a choice prefer pets
to humans but
they will split their time fifty fifty. Hard Core animal activists
don't have any use for humans.
You want to prove a theorem, exaggerate it. Extrapolate to the end
of spectrum.
Animal activists --- they really LOATHE DESPISE AND HATE HUMANS!
They maintain cordial, crisp modalities to hide the reptilian center
but they'd
as soon shoot you as talk to you. Like Adolph, pictured above. I know
it's true, too as
I met some activists recently.
May I swear on a Bible I have never been put thru a Hell like the one
I entered
recently when I asked this kindly seeming gal I'd known for 50 years
and her
very wealthy HUSBAND, raving dog/cat activists, were persuaded by STUPID
here
to help me neuter my cats, (noting they had city coupons available
to them to get a 200$ surgery done
for absolutely free.) They were super connected with the activist community.
THE wealthy male activist accepted with panting alacrity, glazed eye
and AVID
INTEREST. Fool that I was, I was pleased and introduced him to my neighbor
the cat activist
Crone who fed cats at the airport, trapped, neutered, released and
who'd gladly
drive the cats to CATNIPPERS (his freebie vet). . Then he sent in a
third activist, a
German woman who would do the actual trapping of ferals on my
street and
buckle my cats into their cages to give to the CRONE activist WHO DROVE.
and picked up. My 83 auto was dead in the water, no tags, no water
pump or I'd
have driven.
They all told me that 7 PM was cage up time. I indicated that I wanted
to hand over cats in
the morning or daytime as I went to bed at 3 pm being on a graveyard
work
shift. My exotic job, being an astrology researcher writer, who wrote
web seminars
all night long, so as not to be distracted by daylight, gardening and
other tempting stimulus,
a schedule learned after years of being a phone psychic. They insisted
they had to come at
7 pm. In the middle of my sleep period. I begged for the pick up hour
to be changed. SIX AM?
7AM NOON? Anything but during my sleep period! I was agreeable and
polite, humble,
begged on my knees. Almost. There I exaggerate. I don't get on my knees
for anybody.
I guess I should have. They all said No. Impossible. We need
them at 7 PM. We
fast them til 7 am when they go to doctor. Yes I said but I can fast
them
and 7 am is fine. NO. they said. Wouldn't hear it. Well I said, wait
til I
can change my body clock. I move forward an hour a day so in
two weeks...
I was mentally calculating when I heard: "No. NOW. TODAY
Or we report you to city and they take 'em all to their death."
I believe all edicts come from God. Somehow on some level, God mandates
all. The waking me up after 3 hrs sleep went on every SUNDAY NITE for
about
five weeks cuz their vet would do 3 or two at a time.
Prolonged sleeplessness makes even a HEALTHY YOUNG person ragged and
weeping,
depressed, insane but I am seventy years old, three hles inside my
heart, needing open heart
surgery to patch and they wouldn't hear what I was saying: Their way
or the highway. Kill my darling cats.
So I remained stalwartly polite to my torturers. And obeyed orders
But all the time, the rich cat activist man (married to my junior high
homeroom class best gal pal,) wrote
horrid daily email letters to me insisting that I was being a
prima donna, exact words, dragging my heels,
sending me complete raving diatribes emailed not only to me but CC'd
to groups of his activist friends
as if inviting them to a gang bang, claiming that this stupid woman
didn't want to neuter her ten cats and ferals outside, using phrases like:
I am going to report you and have them all taken by animal reg. " i.e.
gassed.
GASSED? Spoken like a true Nazi.
I wrote my high school girlfriend, "tell your hubby to lay off!". She's
no PC gal, 'goes in her email once a month. So guess what happened. He
opened HER email, and he answered me with all the same misspellings he
used in his regular mail to me, yet he signed her name. He mimicked her
prissy voice exactly even as "she" told
me to piss off and stop being a bitch. She had that Mary Poppins tone.
Next horror, the cat Nazis, (that's what I came to call them,)
wanted the kitten.
Seems the German cat nazi had kitties caged and sold them like gum
drops at her posh gift shop,
got donations, big hefty ones for kitties, I refused, they threatened
they'd sic the cops on me. Dog police, get my animals all killed. I
was a
wreck. Breaking into tears at all hours. Unable to do my work, just
writing
letters to them saying I'm here, I'll do it. But the kitty named HENRY
whom
I loved most -- I wanted to keep. Or give to an astrology client friend.
They wouldn't hear of it, said the kitten would go to devilworshippers
who
did satanic ceremonies and told me all my astrology clients and
friends were hippy warlocks,
not theatrical agents, actors, dress manufacturers.
So get the picture. These animal-loving activists invaded my life, dictated
cruel hours,
criticized me, ran me down to each other and threatened to murder my
clan, all with
evil sadistic glee. Each email lambasting ME was directed to groups
of other activists
they knew, utter strangers to me! Many working at ANIMAL REGULATION!
WHo
seemed to share some fever of hatred against folks who didn't neuter,
which I WAS DOING
which I HAD ASKED THEM TO DO. But they didn't have any Jews to kick
around that week
so they had to make do with me. I became THAT "BAD LADY"
WHO WOULDN'T
COOPERATE ---when I'd approached THEM! They depicted me to others as
their
favorite type of sluggard, the cat hoarder, even used that word!. With
a mere TEN CATS
(I fed ferals religiously but they weren't MINE. ) THE CAT NAZI
CRONE NEIGHBOR
OF MINE HAD THIRTY cats in neat cages, locked in bare rooms like a
concentration camp!
Stacked like FIREWOOD.
One eve at 7 pm, the Crisp German Lady activist, from Bremen -- real
close to
MUNICH where HITLER got his start --said "Can't we open the garage,
for the ferals
for when it rains." NO NEED. my back door is open, cats use it when
they
need it. 24/7. I have my son's guns in the garage, I can't unlock it.
What if guns
got stolen? Thieves around here with a shotgun and pistol?
At that point the Nazis went bezerk; they did sleuth work, tracked down
my
entire family. They emailed and then phoned each member of my family,
said I was
uncooperative, wouldn't allow animals to be neutered (by then they
were all
neutered,) and was it true I had guns in the house? I gathered they
felt I
wanted to shoot them. MAN THAT WAS SO ACCURATE, TOO! I DID!
PARANOIA goes with all evil so does guilt. Both are typical of this
type. They know
unconsciously they're petty tyrants, sadists, people haters. All part
of
the Blondi SYNDROME. I hear it's called the PETA SYNDROME too.
They love dumb critters which can't talk back, don't criticize, who
need
love every time they see you, don't hold anger. They drape animals
in
anthropomorphic gloriousness. See things in them that aren't really
there. That glistening cocker spaniel eye and licking tongue is TOTAL
true
meaningful LOVE. No matter that it's really advanced STOCKLHOLM SYNDROME
by
the poor trapped animal.
When they finished neutering all my cats, they told me my
cat HANNAH needed surgery on a small tumor in ear, true. I couldn't
drive or pay for surgery so the RICH MALE NAZI said he'd pay for the
tumor to be cut out, the Crone Nazi took her and drove the cat
to the
vets. But get this. She wouldn't give her back after surgery!
The ancient crone activist added her to the 30
she had neatly locked in rooms, in cages. l0 to a room. This one got
the
bathroom, not even the full bath, the powder room. I begged for my
cat
back, I implored. DID THIS FOR SEVERAL MONTHS then began to
threaten a law suit! I had a fiance once, big lawyer. He married another
but still thinks of me. So I asked him, how to do it. He said, I do
million dollar
court work, I can only advise you. Get a lawyer in the valley, preferably
black
or Latino. Your choice is Small Claims Court it's still big money for
you. Emotional
damages are iffy but what's solid is the amt of time you were tortured,
and loss of
revenue. You have to prove it with paperwork. "I could!" I said. The
other is regular
court where huge emotional damages are possible, and the financial
losses incurred by
their tyranny. That's big money but for that you will need a
lawyer on spec (he called
it, I think he meant speculation? Not sure. Just took notes. )
"Some poor guy with a shingle and hole in the wall office would
take this lawsut as
he gets 33% for just a single filing and two court visits tops, so
if both people that
you sue have big homes, you could do serious damage to both
of them, make yourself some money." And right the wrongs of WWII!!
I was thinking, just like my father, the only man on the planet to
be sued by the
country of Germany for a half million bucks only my dad won!
But I don't feel like a winner now. I weep for my darling cat Miss Hannah
who is now
locked in a BUCHENWALD or AUSHWITZ powder room full time.
But i do know how to wage a war against GERMANY. I have a mechanic
coming to fix my
car's water pump, in my driveway so I can drive around finding lawyers
on spec. And the
pet index will have the whole story soon.
I can imagine what my cat Hannah is going thru in the powder room. Having
to lick up Miss Cat Nazi Crone when she makes her appearance with some
kibble for
a few minutes each day. Hannah who used to love her cat confreres,
roam
house, garden, doors open 24/7, lie in the sun, come to Momma and get
petted, tummy
scratched, when SHE WANTED COMPANY, not when I wanted it, get real
meat
instead of Friskies kibble....is in Aushwitz. I weep Stay away
from Cat Activists.
Kurrent Kulture hasn't as yet identified the full virulence of the
PETA SYNDROME
so I thrust forward my evidence, the Blondi syndrome -- for your perusal.
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