Super Pick

It's true, it seems hell will have to freeze over before another Super Bowl ever comes through Ohio again.  Old time misguided Cleveland Browns fans will feed you some sort of BS about some sort of pre historic championships they won before the first Super Bowl.  On the other hand (and the other end of the state) the Cincinnati Bengals have been twice only to sustain heartbreaking defeats.  Now we are stuck with an "almost" good enough coach and a not good enough "ginger QB".

However, none of my whining stops me from a Super Bowl prediction!

Remember, first of all, I have my biases and emotional attachments to consider.  First of all, forget about Brady playing with his balls or any of the other cheating the Patriots do.  I look at it this way-if Bellicheat was really playing with Tom's balls-of all teams-the Ravens would have screamed like little girls.  (Patriots beat the Ravens before playing the Colts).  Why emotionally I would love to see Seattle dismantle Brady is that he played for Michigan.  I am not alone.  Last season when the Patriots and Bengals played here in Cincinnati, the game was close into the fourth quarter when Brady had the ball and the heavens opened and literally doused him with rain.  What's that tell you?

I'm going to blame my pick on HRT- I think New England will win, although I don't want them to. (Sorry Connie)

Signs of the Apocalypse

Maybe the Mayans were right. The world as we know it will change. You all know I don't really prefer to get real in depth into non transgender happenings in the world here in Cyrsti's Condo.  After all, who the hell am I anyhow? But I can not help commenting  now on certain events.

The Newtown shootings in Connecticut truly caused me to be ashamed of our country and of course feel the unspeakable grief for the families. Then the following insane event when the first responders were killed in the fire/shootings.

Now of course our country is rightfully embroiled once again in the gun control debate.  Yesterday during our family Christmas get together the gun debate raged on. We have a mix of real NRA advocates all the way to me who they consider a radical liberal (which isn't exactly true).

In essence I just said the problems are so totally out of control I can't fathom an answer. Don't quote the "right to bear arms" constitutional guarantee. (2nd Amendment)  I agree with that. Don't tell me the criminals are always going to have weapons...DUH!  I just said what do we do when you can drive to the super box store down the street (who has already destroyed industry and small businesses all around this country) and buy an assault weapon for approximately a thousand dollars? After you buy one will you go down the aisle and buy a bullet proof back pack for your child?

Of course they had no answer. I could only come up with a theory we helped this along years ago when we cut much of the mental health funding.  Around my parts at least. It was no secret to all of us that many individuals around here were on the street who shouldn't be.

Is this the apocalypse? Consider the Christmas weather map in this country:  The south was getting hammered by tornadoes. Here in the Midwest where I live we are having a real blizzard with thunder and snow. It also looked like the west was getting snow and rain...all accompanied by a Trans Siberian Orchestra heavy duty Christmas song. My cynical nature told me the true sign would be if the Cincinnati Bengals made it to the Super Bowl then Hell would freeze over.

Like the rest of you I'm just an "itty bitty" cog in a huge wheel with some sort of access to write about all of this. Essentially I can't even spell apocalypse without spell check. I'm also no Nostradamus but there is going to be a bumpy ride coming up. I'm not stocking up with 400 boxes of crackers and a 50 gallon drum of Australian "Vegemite" to get through all of this yet though and the only assault rifle I ever touched was an Army M-16.  I do sign petitions and try to help whenever I can.

At the least, my transgender life style has allowed me to become more accustomed to a bumpy lifestyle.

Excuse me, I have to go out and shovel ten inches of blowing snow.