Housekeeping and Addendums

Hello good heavens it's just pouring out of me like bile from a bastard... oh wait...never mind, moving right along...Ok, I think it's only fair to advise you of changes I'm making to my blog.

As you'll no doubt be aware Planet Fudge seems to under siege from Cyber Republican Zombies With No Brain. Well, whenever extreme right wingers come along, they radicalize everyone to the left. So what's happened is, I've devolved from being a relatively benign Brezhnev commie to a psychotic pussy Stalinist.

I've consulted my commie "How To" manual, and I've imposed the following decree: Even though my little schtick says "....and I don't censor" comments, I'm now going to censor. I'm going to leave the little blurb though cos it makes me look cool and imparts a veneer of democracy. Well you know, I'm a communist, you can have as much democracy as you want, as long as you say the right thing. That's what The Manifesto tells me anyway. It worked for Stalin. Ok, everyone hated him but who was going to tell him right? (Hahaha?)

Three things gave rise to this limitation on your freedom of speech:

1. A puerile Repub tried to pimp its fucking fascist blog on my page

2. Seriously, reading Repub rants are as boring as bat shit. Almost as pointless as watching one trying to think, read one fascist drivel you've read 'em all.

3. A stalker slut published what she believes is private details about me. She can do what she wants on her own fucking blog for her 2 or 3 readers, but I don't want that shit here.

I mean she wouldn't want me publishing very private, embarrassing things she's told me would she? I fantasize about doing it, but I'm a decent communist, I don't do that kind of thing. The little graceless retard may do as she wishes on her own piece of shit dull plague ratsie blog.

Anyway, that's going to make us nice and cosy, Welcome to behind the Iron Curtain. Things are going to get a little wilder and a little more smutty here. A repub was apparently offended by my language (this moron just doesn't get 'it'but then Repubs are offended by anything not Mom's hunky chunky home style gormless boring as bat shit apple pie) Why read it if she doesn't like it? Why Why Why? I mean, I'm never going to read her dried up boring dull prose drivel?

Anyway, I do enjoy offending shit for brains fascists so I'm going to ramp it up. Fucking Fascists, they just lack style, no one likes them, they're boring 'folksy' people, I'd rather fuck a Lolly Cat.

Ok Comrads. I expect I have your consensus, your approval yeah whatever? Like I give a fuck whether I do or not, I'm the dictator of my mad little blog, what I fucking say gos.

Nazdravie guys!

love


Sir Fudge Esq

Don't Y'all Get Too Familiar

Hey guys, haven't we had some fun lately! Stirring little Republican Crackers up and riling them to righteous anger is what I like best. Hell hath no fury like a Cracker scorned, I really don't like them, never did, they're just so deeply unsexy and fucking violent with alot of Arab blood on their hands. God Bless Palestinian Liberation.

Don't get me wrong, I have a few politically conservative friends, but they aren't the "fuck the third world to pieces" types. They are the 'old school' European conservatives, more 'noblesse oblige' than "Gimme Arab oil, or I'll bathe the Middle East in a sea of Arab blood, and while you're at it, buy our revolting chain store food, dress your daughters like whores and your sons like rent boys'. Welcome to the West.

I like the West, (well, Europe anyway) and if a woman wants to dress in Fuck Me clothes, I don't look down on her and I respect her right to present herself as she wishes, it's American cultural imperialism that revolts me. The homogenization of the world into one big soulless shit faced supermarket, full of pointless plastic, obesity and Britney Spears wannabees that no one likes. Trust me, everyone with a functioning brain repudiates this garbage.

There's lots of things I like about America, The Black Church, The Black Panther Movement, Obama, American Communist Movements, American Catholics, American Democrats, Jazz, Blues (Black Blues) The New York Met, Arab Americans, pretty much love all Americans except for Repubs ;), I mean specifically, the bully Repubs who reduce Democrats on twitter to tears and laugh about it. But then Repubs don't care who gets bullied as long as the target is: non white, democrat, non American, non Repub, did you notice my Hammer and Sickle ushunka? These people really are fucking scum.

The title of todays post is a line from a Billie Holliday song. (A black woman, she could sing) I love her so much, I especially love her version of "I Cover the Water Front" it's stunning. As Palestrina is pure music, John Lee Hooker's cover of this song is pure beauty.

I really pray that Anipal twitter gets more racially and culturally diverse to break the stagnant and stultifying stranglehold of the intellectually mediocre "good old boys". These guys hate anyone with a brain, really, really fucking hate them, that's why they always go into bat for their natural constituency: moronic white trash with the combined iq of a donut.

The World is a Nice Place!

Some people think I'm anti American, but that's really not true. I was thinking today, that Americans must be some of the nicest people on Earth. After all, they have a black Democrat Pesident.

Love you Obama for making America a more decent nation. I only pray (with my Catholic Rosary beads between my brown paws) that the next American President is a Non White Catholic Democrat, oh! Hang on! that's inevitable isn't it? You guys have a gorgeous Hispanic population. Mia Madonna! What next? A Communist Hispanic US President ?

Hopefully, when (it's inevitable) there's a Communist Hispanic in the White House, Arabs can sleep safely and peacefully in their beds. I pray for Palestine. God Bless Obama.

Oh Oh Oh and another thing! Cilič beat Roddick, yay!

Oh dear, this is expletive free, how to remedy this...Fuck you, conservative white cracker cunts.

Done.

How to Help a Horse

Hello, I hope all is well for you, it certainly is for me. Today's post comes courtesy of one of my most beloved friends here, the The Black Star: Lady Bonessa (@LadyBonessa on twitter), or as I call her: Bonessa the Godessa. I've had my differences with her, but thankfully, due her high intelligence and innate good nature, those differences never came to much, just a cathartic hissy fit here and there. She's beyond cool.
As you read her beautiful post, you'll realize just how über cool. Enjoy. x

Dear Sir Fudge Esq
I am writing this to show all who read it ,how you can help animals in need in a practical
hands on way -in your local area as I did.
This is the story of Fudge a beautiful white and fudge colored small horse-that is how he started his life-beautiful.
I work for the animal protection society on a part time basis -when they need someone badly which is usually when they are called to the more difficult cases.
These cases usually involve the "traveling community" or gypsies as you may know them.
They also require a police presence as the community are extremely aggressive to any outside interference with their animals.
Fudge came to our attention some weeks previous as he had been tied to a tree with what looked like a rope but which was a thick piece of wire which was cutting into his leg-he was also extremely thin.
We arrived late one evening with our police escort , a horsebox ,a vet and two of us.
I will not dwell on the reception we received as this is not about us-however we managed to free Fudge and with some gentle persuasion we got him to the horsebox-and inside.
That was the first part of the rescue over.
We took him to a rescue shelter we use specially for horses and got him settled- we gave him water and the vet looked him over.
This was the first time we got to look at him closely . He had sever cuts to the bone of his leg from the wire ,his coat was patchy and matted in places, he had infected eyes and he look like he hadn't eaten in weeks. His hooves were overgrown , he wouldn't lift his head and he was very weak.
The vet dressed his wounds and gave him antibiotics Obviously the vets treatment was intense but I am am going to concentrate here on Fudge and my relationship with him from this point.
When we go in to rescue like this there are usually two of us-there is a very good reason for this. Both of us will be responsible for the emotional rescue and nurturing of the animal-with only two people the animal can learn to trust and get to know us. It is slow but oh so worth it.
At each rescue one of us gets to name the horse-this was my turn! Before I had been called out I had actually been tweeting with Sir Fudge as it happens, when you are asked to name the horse it is usually quite an immediate thing and as he was white and fudgey color I just said Fudge!! So Fudge it was!
So I took the first shift with him-so sad Fudge wouldn't lift his head-he wouldn't let me touch him or stroke him so I just stayed in a corner of his stable and hummed gently to myself (it was probably Radiohead but it didn't matter). This went on for two/three days -patience is needed here-I fed him small amounts
at this point 5/6 time daily-he only accepted food because he was so hungry-still never lifting his head.This was how it was for at least 10 days -now my humming is Radiohead and anything else I can think of!!
Then one day I arrive as usual and go into his stable-his cuts have started to heal I noticed and I take my position in the corner and begin to humm-as I am sitting humming I look at Fudge and slowly he lifts his head for the first time and he looks at me - and it was magic -I could not believe that this magnificent animal was actually connecting with me-and connecting was exactly what was happening at this moment and this was the begining of the rest of Fudges life .
The everyday aspects of his rehabilitation are fairly obvious -this story is not really about that ,it is about the magical connection between an animal and a human despite all that has gone before.As you will see from the photos Fudge has a new home with other horses and is a happy contented horse -that is what he deserves -it is his right and he is just one success story in this world of so many who suffer when they do not need to .

Fudge is now a happy free horse who comes straight over to me when I call to visit.He nuzzles me and shows off by galloping around the field-it is such a joy to see

Fudge' here is the piece I feel you will want to do some editing I am not very good at this so feel free to do what ever you want-in fact I would welcome it!
The photos are not great I am afraid !
Thank you for this as it is such a huge part of my life
love Bonnie/Valerie

The Dreaded Block

Hello, as someone who has a reputation for blocking (gee that hurts) I was especially fascinated with the latest Poll Results.

Before I get to them, I want to apologize for what it's worth, for being so lazy with everything, reading other people's blog posts, looking at twitpics, shout outs, posting, new polls etc. I like to do all of these things, but I've just been so bone achingly fucking tired.

Ok, to the poll results, I really gave people very clear choices, sometimes I like to be an asshole and only provide options that force all opinions to converge a certain way. I do this because I can, it's my blog, I do what I fucking want. One day I'm going to run a poll with only one option available, I'm going to call it the Attention Whores on Twitter Make Me Cringe with Embarrassment poll, the available option being: Yes, I want to fucking kill them.

Ok. an overwrought, emotional minority (22%, I bet they're Pisces or Cancers) reported that they felt bitch slapped when they'd been blocked. My advice to these poor suckers is: grow a spine. Be grateful someone who doesn't like you is gone. I would love it if everyone who didn't like me blocked me instead of hanging around my fucking timeline sniping at me, God I wish they would just fuck off.

A hefty, logical and well adjusted majority (62%, Leos, Sagittarius, or Librans for sure) voted they didn't give a fuck. My love and respect for you is boundless.

A sick twist, psychopathic minority (4%, Scorpios obviously) confessed to plotting revenge. Uh, ok, asylums for the Criminally Insane allow internet access, who'd a thought? We live in enlightened and possibly naive times.

Does this poll have any significance at all? Oh yes oh yes... What's going to happen is, I no longer feel any compunction in blocking people at all. Most people couldn't care less, but having said that, the well adjusted, logical majority aren't the types I block anyway. It's the psychopathic sick twists and the over sensitive that (tiresomely) you have to watch every fucking thing you say in front of, or they get all Boo Fucking Hoo, God people like that bore me. Utterly.

As for the sick twist psychopathic vengeful minority? Hey Psycho Cunts! Bring it on. I'm waiting for you.

Yes yes, I know, I know, what a nasty, nasty prick, picking on #pawcircles. Again!

Hello, I have one more post planned, rather a lovely one courtesy of a great friend of mine and then I'm going to do something different with this blog. If it works out (which means, if I don't get too lazy to try it) great, if not, I'll think of something else.

I'm sorry to those people whose emails I'm late with posting, but to some degree, your concerns do get raised in by my posts or other people's comments. You're most certainly able to raise anything you like in comments, but I'll be brutally honest, I don't read the really long ones, I look at them and think, "yawn yawn, get your own fucking blog"

I have a head cold, I have to pick up my cocksucker of an uncle who's dog has recently died. She was a lovely dog, but sadly, her death has become the emotional and psychological battlefield of repressed Freudian rage at my Cunta's house, so I have the cocksucker Uncle coming to stay. He won't stay long, he'll pretend to be all " boo hoo" for a few hours, then get a bit bored with his little attention seeking act and get me to drive to him to a friend's place so they can all go out and peddle their fat ugly whore arses around town. Fucking sleazebags.

Why do I have to drive him? Cos the fat cunt is too fucking lazy to get his licence. He's like a Woody Allen character, just a neurotic bag of repressed mother rage. He hates her with a passion even though at his age, (50) she does everything for him, the guy has been infantalized beyond cure, so now he's dependent on her for everything; but he, I suspect simmers with hatred because all the impulses natural to an adult have been repressed by her overbearing mothering. I've told him he is left with one of two choices: 1. get his Oedipus complex out of his system (I won't elaborate further) 2. go down the Norman Bates pathway to satisfaction and lifelong infamy. He told me to get fucked. The truth hurts I guess.

Hey would someone like to do a #pawcircle for my Uncle Cocksucker's dead dog? She really was a nice dog, I really liked her, she lived a long, happy life, but her death has become a tool for human ego wanking and self pitying drivel, perfect for a #pawcircle or a *nosetap*

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Addendum. Yes, I know, I must be a heartless, cynical, unlovable and unloving cunt to say such things, right? So fucking what? It's not like I killed the dog, I only loathe the "Look at me everybody, I care!" bullshit. Trust me, that's all that fuels this irrational codswallop. Does anyone sane really, really fucking think that typing the words #pawcircle does anything except make them look like fucking retards?

I'm going to respectfully concede what I stated here earlier, that I'm a heartless cunt. (I say this for your satisfaction, not mine) and that my words cause ever such deep boo hoo outrage (yeah right, another hollow concession on my part). I'm therefore going to ignore this psychotic quackery from here on.

In fact, I'm so bored with this nonsense, that I'm going to reconfigure this blog and my account to more accurately reflect my interests, God help the Tender Footed types. I'm not really 'Anipal' material anyway, so it's best if I leave 'Anipal' commentary to those who are more reasonably (another concession) disposed to 'Anipalism'. I'm way too much of a cynical areshole (my final and only accurate concession) for this kind of thing. So for all thoughts on this, I'm going to hand you over to the Great Morbid Guru of Death. Long may he reign as Dead Dog King of the Underworld. God help you. Amen.

Unchained Courage

Hello, I do hope the New Year is coming along nicely for you, if not, I'm sure it's nothing that an overdose of valium washed down with vodka can't fix, at least that's what I always tell myself, and somehow, knowing that, I'm able to laugh and get on with things. It takes so very little to make me happy. Lucky huh?

It's to the less lucky and the more deserving that this post is dedicated, that is, to dogs who spend most of their unhappy lives tethered, never experiencing the things dogs crave, chiefly: comfort and affection. That dogs are sentient, social mammals is argument enough that this is an inhumane way to keep them, but oftentimes the obvious, the decent and the humane is too much for some subhuman morons.

Anyway, I'm indebted to @Chainfree for this fascinating and enlightening article. I have so much respect for her and others who go out of their way to relieve the suffering of others. Her efforts are an example to all of us of what can be achieved through caring, intelligence, balls and a world view that repudiates cruelty as an inevitable condition of life. I wish I had her courage, brains, and fortitude.

Chainfree

First let me explain what we are fighting against: Chaining and Tethering

Definition of chaining and tethering:

These terms refer to the practice of fastening a dog to a stationary object or stake, usually in the owner's backyard, as a means of keeping the animal under control. These terms do not refer to the periods when an animal is walked on a leash.

For us animal lovers we can't imagine this, but here in South Carolina it is pretty much on every corner. Seriously, you can't drive more than 3 miles without seeing a chained dog.

In my opinoin, South Carolina is the most backwater, behind the times State I have ever lived in, and I have lived in 8 States, maybe that is because we are the lowest state regarding education.

This video was created a few years ago when we fighting for Bill 833, a bill that failed to pass in the House. One Representative claimed that the bill would hurt hunting dogs and agriculture. Our organization did not create this video, but it shows the horrific chained dogs we see all the time.. Beware, graphic

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jz1hUKnX0wU

Recently, just last night, I was organizing data I have acquired during this battle of helping to unchain dogs, it was then that I realized I have been fighting this for over 3 years. I am amazed that after 3 years of providing research, which includes data and statistics that we still have people chaining their pets, 24/7. These dogs live their entire lives on these chains. I have many sleepless nights thinking of these dogs out in the extreme weather.

We continue to fight though, because they have no voice to fight for themselves, and I just could never just give up on them.

I initially did not start out to be a rescue group, I just wanted to make people do the right thing, by changing the laws and forcing them to. Don't get me wrong I am not naive in thinking that just because there is a law, people will abide, but it is a deterrent to the lesser evil..

Chain Free Beaufort's has several goals this year. (not listed by importance)

1) Support South Carolina State Bill S958

http://www.scstatehouse.gov/cgi-bin/web_bh10.exe?bill1=958&session=118&summary=T

2) Educate as many people of all ages and culture's to the risks of cruel practice of chaining your dog. We just put together a presentation geared towards the Elementary schools. Our other targets are Libraries and after school programs.

3) Get as many dogs of chains as possible this piece involves two options

rescuing the dog, which I prefer

fencing, this at least get the dog of his chain.

4) Spay/neuter and vaccinate those on chains that we can't rescue.

I was thinking the other day, that my wish would be that some day, people will be appalled that we used to treat our animals so barbarically, just as we do know regarding slavery. I can't imagine that we actually use to "chain" people in our backyards.

Here is our website link, and others working towards the same goal

www.chainfreebeaufort.org

www.dogdeservebetter.org

www.unchainyourdog.org

One link at a time.. we will make a difference. We already made a difference to many, but so many more to go.

Thanks,

Kim Bonturi and Recovering Chained Dog, Peanut.

see my before n after pics on Twitpic http://twitpic.com/photos/chainfree