bald faced hornets

I learned a "new" name of a type of hornet in the world of entomology, a bald faced hornet, Dolichovespula maculata.

My husband noticed a hornet flying around in the house. Of course it was my job to "get it."

Once in awhile we will get one or two of these uninvited invaders in our house during the summer months.

Early spring I will check around the eaves on the south-east side of the house and I will find a small paper hornet's nest starting to be built. Early morning or on a cold rainy day I will knock it off and spray the nest with bleach.

The hornets started getting smart.

They were building nests up near the roof that was too hard for me to safely reach. I saw two nests being built. I had successfully knocked down a third nest.

However.

I just happen to look out the front door and saw this giant nest the size of melon hanging from my awning. I was so preoccupied with checking the eaves that I had not noticed this mother ship being built.

I gasped.

My husband had a brillant idea that poking the nest with stick would cause the hornets to vacate the nest.

Right.

I grabbed him and pulled him in the house.

Those hornets were really really pissed.

The nest cover was exposed and you could see the worker hornets, the humongous queen and..drum roll , please...the eggs and wiggling larvaes.

Gag.

When in danger the hornets release a pheromone to alert their woodland "buddies" to "help them" out.

There was a hundred of them.

I couldn't sleep that night worried shit-less about those nasties.I could hear them buzzing. I kept thinking about a scary movie I saw a few years ago called "the Wicker Man" which involved bees.

I called the local "bee buster" guys first thing in the morning.(I left a message on their phone at 6:30am. I was freaking out)

They got rid of all the nests.

Believe me, it was money worth spent.

Brrrrrr.....

In a bucket

Last weekend, my cousin and I went up to spend a few days in York beach Maine to celebrate her retirement from 30 years of teaching. The weather cleared and I felt pretty good so I was really looking forward to enjoying the beach up at York.
We stayed at a la de da hotel with an ocean view. The weather was perfect. It was sunny but not scorching hot. I went for a morning jog at the crack of dawn. We then took a walk up the street for a hearty breakfast. We enjoyed the beach in the morning then proceeded to the nice outdoor pool for a swim. I felt a slight migraine coming on. I wasn't sure if it was because of the sun or lack of food.I had a little snack and went back to room for a zomig before the migraine escalated.
I think it was too late.
I started to feel sick.
I went in the shower to rinse off and cool my head. The migraine went from an engine light warning to DEFCON5 in the matter of minutes.
I threw up in the shower.
And then I couldn't stop.
I figured, OK, if I lay down for a little while I'll be OK.
I wasn't ok.
It happened again. I couldn't even take a sip of water without throwing up. After six hours of heaving I was completely dehydrated.
I ended up in the York beach hospital with an IV and pain meds.
I am guessing this was "because of a migraine" but I still do not know. It is happening so often and without any lag time warning.
I hate to make plans or commitments because I am truly incapacitated when this happens.
As of today, the doctors still have no answers.

iguana buddy dedication

It is funny how you remember and identify people.

I picked up a funny birthday card in an off-beat card shop. It's an old black and white photo which looked it was taken in the early 60's of what could be somebody's elderly aunt with this hilarious look of surprise on her face. The caption read in typed letters inside the card:"oh my goodness! he has a reptile dysfunction? i didn't even know he owned a lizard"

I burst out laughing.

I figured somebody with a twisted sense of humor would get a kick out of it or even somebody who had or liked reptiles would get a chuckle out it.

I had just received sad and shocking news that one of my dive buddies, Paul Sauvageau, passed away on a scuba diving trip. The cause of death is still under investigation but it appears that he had some underlying health issues.

Paul was a "regular" aboard the "Easy Diver" dive boat. He was a fun guy to talk to. He had gone on a trip to the Galapagos island a few years ago. One of the main reasons for this trip was see the big land tortoises and marine iguanas. He told me he was a"herpa". This is an expression for those who love 'herps' (reptiles). I would tell him about my iguanas. He had iguanas too, plus snakes as a kid.

Paul was active with the North Shore Frogmen scuba diving club. "Fred" and "Chris" owners of "Easy Diver" would invite me to the NSFM club annual parties. I would greet Paul by saying, "how is my iguana buddy?' and he would laugh.

As I write this I feel a great deal of sadness. Paul will surely be missed.

Where's Whitey?

At 7:00am I noticed my answering machine blinking with a message.

It is from my long time pal "Sue" saying, "turn on the news".

The last time she left a message on my answering machine like this early in the morning was on 9/11.

I thought to myself,"oh no".

The news head-line today is that Whitey Bulger, Boston's most notorious gangster, after decades of being on the lam, has finally been caught in California.

Whitey's elusive appeal has sort of turned him into a urban myth.

Four years ago, "Sue" and I were in Martha Vineyard. She spotted this guy who could have been a dead ringer for Whitey whispered to me, "there's Whitey", nudging me to look in the direction of some white haired guy with a hat and sunglasses standing outside of a bar on Martha's Vineyard. Whitey was one of those guys that looked like just about half of the retired population of men in Boston. It was no wonder it took the FBI this long to track him down. I figured he was either in Belize (where alot of those "America most wanted' guys go, Costa Rica , Thailand or perhaps dead.) I never figured his long time 'girl friend", Catherine Greig, was still with him either. I figured she was knocked off long ago like many of the females that had any contact with him.

Whitey became one of those notorious curiosity crime legends like outlaw Jesse James.

I read radio talk show host, Howie Carr's, book "The Brothers Bulger". At a book signing event, I met Howie Carr. We talked about his pug dogs and he gave me a couple of "Whitey' refrigerator magnets (along with a couple of funny "Patches" Kennedy and Ted Kennedy magnets as well) They are still posted on my refrigerator.

I had been working on and off on a comic book/graphic novel.

One of my characters is a bad boy cockatiel sporting a shamrock tattoo. He is called "Southie Boy". His 'hero" is Boston's legendary Irish gangster :Whitey Bulger.

I guess the game "where's Whitey" has finally ended.

ice cream sandwich experiments

I am still on my quest to perfect the best (low fat) ice cream recipe.
When the ice cream churns out of the ice cream maker it looks great.

It's all creamy and yummy looking. However, when it sits in the freezer, even for a few hours, it turns into a big icy lump.
My first attempt at (low fat) vanilla ice cream came out pretty decent. I used fat free half & half instead of heavy cream. It tasted pretty good except for the fact that I am trying to eliminate corn syrup from my food. And fat free half & half has corn syrup added to it (!)
I made an attempt at chocolate banana ice cream using almond milk instead of milk products. It is fairly low fat at 3 grams of fat per serving.
However, the same situation happened.

It looked great all creamy and yummy coming out of the ice cream maker but then it turned into a lump of brown ice once it stayed in the freezer.
(I also had to add chocolate to the mix because the bananas were brown and it looked like shit)
I found yet another (low fat) banana ice cream recipe in which I will attempt. It has different ingredients and the process takes a little longer.
I had to experiment quite a bit in perfecting the perfect (low fat) scone recipe as well.
In my quest for the perfect ice cream recipe I thought about how I could make a decent ice cream sandwich similar to the skinny cow ice cream sandwiches (without all their corn syrup and processed additives).

Graham crackers would make the perfect cookie, I thought, since they are for the most part low fat compared to other cookies.
lt was an interesting discovery in my research of various graham crackers on the supermarket shelves. Not all graham crackers have the same ingredients. As I said before in past posts it takes me forever to food shop now since I read the labels thoroughly.
I picked up the Demoulas house brand of graham crackers since the label on the front advertised in bold letters "LOW FAT".
The price was only $1.50 a box.
It had 2.5 grams of fat. The calories per cracker is 150 calories.
Sounded ok, right?
However, the second ingredient listed is corn syrup and processed flour.
I picked up a box of chocolate Honey Maid graham crackers to compare.
The price was $3.29 a box.
It had 3 grams of fat. The calories per cracker is 120 calories.(!)
There is no corn syrup added in the ingredients. The main ingredient is whole grain graham flour.
I bought the honey maid graham crackers.
I am waiting patiently for the bananas to ripen to attempt once again a 'new" low fat healthy banana ice cream recipe.
Last night, I made an asian noodle soup recipe using cashews, sunflower seeds, pumpkin seeds and my home grown basil. It was a recipe taken from Jamie Oliver's food revolution cook-book.
OMG! It was F*&^ing delicious! Low fat, fresh and organic.

Cooking is like a science experiment.

Welcome to the Troll Cathedral part 5

Yesterday I spent the day with my cousin and her husband. We got up early to partake in the church breakfast buffet and their fundraising yard sale.

The breakfast was delicious and hearty. It makes me think of what it must be like to be a part of a tight knit community in southern states. Everyone was friendly and welcoming. We were invited to join them later in the early evening for hot dogs, lobster rolls (lobsters caught by locals) and home-made strawberry short cake (strawberries locally grown with home-made whipped cream and biscuits). Country gospel music would be the evening entertainment.

The church had a yard sale to raise money for summer bible school. I remember one year, my Aunt sent both my cousin and I to summer bible school . I think I was about ten years old.

I liked it too.

I remember the teachers being really nice, and patient. They would read bible stories to us. Even though it was hot out the church was cool. We got to sit comfortably on mats with blankets. I was always so used to sitting on hard benches upright so this was kind of nice and not getting yelled at constainly for fidgiting. At bible school we also got cookies and juice. We could have more than one cookie too. And a second glass of juice. Comfy mats, stories, cookies and juice made this a pretty darn good thing to do on a hot steamy day. (Other 'camps" I went to you were lucky to get a half of a F*&^ing graham cracker plus I was constainly gettting yelled at for something.)

After we went to breakfast, we checked out the yard sale. As I was wandering around, out of the corner of my eye in a box I saw something with bright pink hair. I opened the box and to my amazement there were all kinds of troll dolls. My cousin turned around and quietly said, "oooh nooo...."

I squealed in delight. I put eleven of them in a bag for purchase. One of the church volunteers cracked up and asked if I collected them. I nodded my head. She told me that these were the pastor's trolls. The pastor had collected them as well but was moving and had to give them up. I assured the volunteer that they would be going to a good home.

Later that night, we attended the strawberry shortcake festival. The church volunteer recognized me and waved.

I am now known as the 'troll lady".

Scary.

wanderlust

I just finished reading the book "A Single Swallow" by Horatio Clare that my sister sent me for my birthday. The book basically chronicles Horatio's international expedition from his home country of Wales down through the jungles of Africa, Algeria, and Spain following the migration pattern of swallows. The trip changed him physically and mentally. At times he just barely survived in certain countries enduring cultural and environmental "hardships".

I've read snippets from Mark Bittner's life living as a drifter on the streets of San Francisco in a new book he is writing called "Street songs". He is also the author of "the Wild parrots of Telegraph Hill". I found it odd that one would actually chose to live on the streets rather than getting a "normal job" and rent an apartment.

I found it odd that this Horatio fellow would want to travel through hostile countries knowing he was risking his life not just by contracting some weird disease but being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

At yet, at the same time, I understand that need to pursue a certain almost obsessive goal. It's that need to fulfull the Bucket list of "must do" things even if that path is a bit arduous.

After seeing the movie "the Wild parrots of Telegraph hill' I flew to San Francisco in pursuit of seeing those wild parrots. I even met Mark Bittner on my journey.

When I've gone to Bonaire my mission is not only to go diving but to see wild parrots and iguanas.

My big bucket list item was to dive with whale sharks. I did that despite the long journey and a debilatating migraine that would not go away. Over twenty years ago, I spent time on a live-aboard to swim with wild dolphins. It was great except for the fact I was sea sick for a week AFTER I got home.

I loved riding my motorcycle. It gave me sense of unbridled adventure. I would pack a pair of underwear, a clean t-shirt and my toothbrush and then drive up to New Hampshire. It would take me all day to get to my destination because I drove back roads. It was exhausting but just F*&^ing wonderful.

There is a part of me that would love to study Icon painting in St Petersburg. It would certainly be a culture shock. I worry that I will be sick which is almost a definite. It all depends on how sick will I be. Would I be OK with some zomig and an anti-inflamatory? I would be gone for a long period of time and really far away especially jumping through a bunch of visa and permit hoops to be allowed to go to Russia to study religious art.

I haven't ruled it out. I just might do it.

Wanderlust.

the master plan

It seems like just about everything you find in the supermarket has high fructose corn syrup or just plain corn syrup added.

It is in hot dogs, spagetti sauce, cereals, soup, cookies, whipped cream, chicken nuggets, any kind of saute sauces, half & half creamers, flavored rice mixtures, low fat ice cream, grated cheeze,weight watchers TV dinners,... blah blah blah.

It is in just about everything.

I know it seems like I am obsessed with trying to avoid corn syrup but this shit can't be good for you.

Even when I made my first batch of home-made ice-cream I realized I used fat free half & half in it (rather than heavy cream)to keep the fat content down. The second ingredient in the half & half is corn sryup. I don't understand, why?

Why is this crap in low fat milk products?

When I looked at the label of spagetti sauce it had both high fructose corn syrup AND corn syrup added.

Yuck.

So I decided to make my own spagetti sauce.

To my shock, when I picked up a can of tomatoe paste guess what was added to it?

Yup, you guessed right : corn syrup.

Thankfully, not all tomatoe pastes had this ingredient added. The cheaper brands did. So I bought a brand a few cents more that was just pure ground up tomatoes with nothing added.

It takes me forever to go food shopping because I check all the labels of everything I buy that is packaged.

I am going to try my hand at making banana ice cream next but this time I am going to use unsweetened, unflavored almond milk. The ingredients are filtered almond juice and carrageenan (which is a seaweed by product (Irish moss to be exact!) used in making ice-cream and pudding) It gives it that pudding like consistancy.

I have this twisted cartoonish theory of why corn syrup is added to everything. I think it is the same reason school officials do not want Jamie Oliver to change the school lunch program from crappy processed chicken fingers, french fries and chocolate milk to baked chicken, vegetables and white milk.

I think The Government is secretly trying to fatten us up.

Corn is what is used for pigs to fatten them up for slaughter.

I've seen so many creepy sci-fi movies that it would'nt surprise me if that the government has this secret plan to fatten the masses up to feed and appease alien invaders.

Yup.

Corral, stupify (with stupid TVshows and rude movies) and force feed the masses corn to fatten them as a bargaining chip to waiting alien invaders.

Meanwhile the super rich and powerful are safe.

Did you notice how the news warns you not to eat the apples because of high doses of pesticides?

Doesn't it make you suspicious? First of all, with all the technology and advances why do the apples have to be covered with toxins? I am growing a small vegetable garden and so far, I have no problems with insect pests.

DON"T EAT THE CORN!!!!!!

the Wild pigeons of Salisbury beach part 25

You ever notice flowers growing out of a crack in the sidewalk?

If I tried to grow those flowers myself in a proper garden it would probably not grow at all.

It amazes me when I see a beautiful flower growing, thriving and surviving under conditions that I think would be impossible. It never ceases to surprise me how some things survive in the harshest conditions.

There is a whole new group of pigeons this year up at the beach.

I was amazed that Craow Dum survived this winter. The weather conditions were horrendous. I couldn't even get to the beach many days to at least feed him.

But sadly, by spring, after enduring the harsh winter he is now gone.

There is a new one in the fray. I call him "Mocha". This one has a brownish sooty coloring on his back.

JLo is still there as well as Hung Cow, Snowflake and Galok. I thought Brownie was gone for good but I saw him today up in the Walmart parking lot. Whitey is in Seabrook at the Rte. 95 overpass.

What thrilled me today was what I saw going on behind the Christie's pizza lighted sign.

Years ago the owners placed long thin spikes around the sign so the pigeons could not perch there. The pigeons figured a way to get behind the sign which is a good spot for them because it is protected from the elements and invaders. Despite the unpredictable weather conditions and the metal spikes the pigeons had made a nest in a tiny corner. I saw adult pigeons feeding a squab (baby pigeon) today.

That put a smile on my face.

the plight of the bobolinks

I just wanted to share with you an article from the Newburyport Daily News, June 8th.

"Meadow Carnage on Schedule again"

Viewpoint:

Bernadette Lucas
Amesbury

I want to take this opportunity to update everyone on the meadow bird issue at Woodsom Farm in Amesbury.
Early mowing of Woodsom Farm was first brought to the town's attention in 2006, and despite our efforts, nothing has changed, and we continue to be in violation of the Migratory Bird Act. In previous years, the mayor agreed to leave four of the 12 hay fields untouched until after July 15. Not ideal, but a compromise. This agreement was only honored the year it rained and the fields couldn't be mowed. Last year, after four visits and four promises of delayed hay cutting, the mayor approved early mowing. The reason was the farmer didn't see any bobolinks, meadowlarks or Savannah sparrows. According to the mayor, the farmer looked, did not see any birds and requested early mowing. Mr. Kezer and farmer McGovern both decided that due to the dry weather, the bird's maturation rate was speeded up and the chicks fledged early. Unfortunately, bird development doesn't speed up due to hot weather, and many birds were unnecessarily killed. I am concerned that the farmer making the decision when to mow is like having the wolf guard the sheep and I think the biology is a bit off.
Several of us approached the Conservation Commission for help. David Larson from Mass Audubon spoke eloquently about the problems early mowing caused the birds. He explained that attracting birds to the fields and then killing them significantly reduces the bird population. He suggested that it would be better for the birds to not mow the fields than to mow them early. The field would become unattractive and they would simply nest elsewhere. At that meeting, the Conservation Commission agreed to bring this issue to the mayor, but, unfortunately, they have fared no better. The intent is to mow the field as usual. It doesn't matter if early mowing is one day or three weeks early. The end result is the same. As Dave Larson implied, scrambled birds.
The mayor claims that early mowing is essential because this is when the farmer wants to mow, and we must keep him happy. Evidently, Mr. McGovern is the only farmer interested in the field. I have my doubts about this. According to The National Resource Conservation Services, the number of bales of hay harvested at the farm would range from 11,500 to 69,300 bales with a net wholesale value of this hay between $46,200 and $277,200. For the retail value, simply multiply by four. I can't believe that no other farmer would be interested in this deal, but then, we really don't know because we have never put it out to bid. It is amazing that we have a valuable resource and we don't even know its value. Perhaps we could find a bid that would bring in revenue that would actually save teacher and tutor jobs. It is interesting to note that other local towns put the mowing out to bid, make a little money and protect the birds. We are able to find farmers to mow the other fields. Why can't they mow Woodsom?
One argument for early mowing is that this is how we have been doing it for 100 years. I believe modern machinery is much more efficient today than 100 years ago, giving the birds less time to escape. Another argument is that not many people are interested in the birds. I didn't think doing the right thing is dependent upon how many people like it.
Several years ago, the City of Amesbury contracted Audubon to conduct a study, and we have failed to comply with the suggestions. Why pay thousands of dollars for a study and then not comply? We could take ethical steps and hold off on the haying for a couple of weeks. There are alternative solutions if we were willing to investigate them.
Too bad we couldn't adopt some of the philosophy of Teddy Roosevelt, who stated that harming one species of animals on this planet is like destroying all the Renoirs in Europe.
Please help us save these birds by calling the mayor, writing editorials and perhaps taking a stand at the farm.






I couldn't stand by idle and wrote this letter to the Editor.


June 10, 2011
Birds need protection now
The Daily News of Newburyport Fri Jun 10, 2011, 03:55 AM EDT
To the editor:
I read with great interest and disgust, "Meadow bird carnage on schedule again" (June 8). This possibly cannot be allowed.
Why isn't the Migratory Bird Act enforced and the perpetrators held accountable? This is a blatant disregard for not only the law but for the welfare of our environment and the creatures that live here. Mowing down live birds is sick and cruel.
Sick and cruel.
I believe the Humane Society should now get involved.
V Atlantis
Salisbury
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cat capers

All has been relatively quiet in the land of Ace Ventura.

Other than pulling off ticks from just about every part of my body ( from between my fingers to finding them floating in the toilet) shudder...

Things have been relatively tame.

Still.

I have to tell you that my cat customers, for the most part, are the most eccentric bunch.

I just got a call from one of my cat customers. She has three of the largest cats I've ever seen in my life. They are friendly. Matter of fact, a bit too friendly. But because of their humongous size I am a bit leery of them. These folks live in a large beautiful contemporary house.

However.

The cats run the joint.

The furniture is clawed and ruined.

There is always cat vomit either on the rug or chunks of hair-balls and puke located in various spots all over the place. It's like an Easter egg hunt except it is not eggs with prizes in it but cat food puke.

The cats also insist on eating on the counter.

To me, that is gross.

But not as gross as were the cats "do their business".

The cats had two litterboxes in the main bathroom. Half the time, they used the jacuzzi as their toilet. I would have to lean over and fish the whirling turds out.

This time, I could not find the litterboxes.

I checked each room and found litter on the floor in one of the spare bathrooms.

The bathtub was filled with litter..

This is were the cats "did their business".

Except for one cat, he thought "outside the box".

He preferred pooping on the tile floor.

So there you have it.

Another day in my life as Ace Ventura.

we all scream for ice cream!

Once again last friday I tuned in to Jamie Oliver's food revolution TV program.

He broke down the ingredients that go into certain processed food which is an eye opener.

This week he broke down the ingredients that make up an ice- cream sundae.

I was completely grossed out.

You would think an ice cream sundae would be made of simple ingredients, right?

Sprinkles (candy toppings) or as we say in Boston, "jimmies", were made of the nastiest crap. You would think, 'oh it is bits of chocolate", right?

Chemicals and chitin shells from insects

When I carefully looked at the ingredients of my skinny cow low fat ice cream sandwiches I read that this is made of chemicals, corn syrup (again) and just crap. It's not even real ice cream just a phoney baloney chem lab. When it melts the composition changes as well.

Jamie made his own ice cream and added real fruit to it to replace the processed store bought ice cream.

So I went out and bought an ice cream maker.

Prior to my purchase, I carefully researched the internet on various types of ice cream makers comparing price and simplicity of use. I also looked up recipes to make 'healthy low fat" ice creams as well.

Well, I tried my first batch.

I was a bit nervous at first thinking it would be flavorless and watery since I used lower fat dairy ingredients rather than whole fat cream. I know a tasty vanilla ice cream can be tricky.

The ingredients I used were really simple: low fat half and half, can of evaporated milk, skim milk, sugar, vanilla and chopped fresh strawberries.

OMG it was F*&^ing delicious!

I can't wait to try banana ice cream next!

or Coffee, or maple walnut..yum!

running with scissors

'Running with scissors" is the name of my kiwi nephew's rock and roll band.

The ironic part is that there are days I feel like my father is just like a little kid running though the house with a pair of scissors.

And you know the end result can not be good.

He wants to express his independence and do things to make himself feel useful.

I can not say I blame him.

But folding clothes or stirring a muffin mix doesn't cut the mustard.

He wants to do 'guy's work"

Sadly, he is not steady on his feet and his eye-hand coordination is off.

My mother went out to do the grocery shopping. She was gone for about an hour and a half.

My mother does all her own yard work. She always has, even when we were kids. I think this is what keeps her in tip top shape.

My father spotted the wheel barrel in yard and decided he was going to "surprise her" when she got home by dumping the weeds in the back.

You can probably guess where this is going.

The wheel-barrel pulled him down the incline.

The few times that my mother has gone on a mini-vacation with her girl-friends I would always check up on my father.

I would joke with him and say, "one of these days I'm gonna find you under a pile of leaves"

Well this time it happened.

And he was a bloody mess.

Thankfully, he didn't hit his head or break anything.

His arm was bleeding pretty badly though. My mother bandaged him up.

I said to him the next day, "Jesus, Mary and Joseph.. you remind me of a little brat racing through the house with a frickin' pair of scissors! "

He gave a small chuckle and said, "I know"

lost dove

The other day I saw a (lost) white dove sitting on the telephone wire outside my parent's home at dusk. I thought to myself, "the poor thing will not survive out in the wild". First of all, it was sitting all by itself at dusk which is feeding time for nocturnal creatures. He seems confused and nervous. I am betting he was a dove used as a prop in wedding and got lost. There was nothing I could do to rescue him. I felt helpless knowing what fate awaits this poor little lost bird.

I clicked on "Judge Judy" at 4:00pm. Instead, the news was on.

A tornado was whipping through the Springfield area.

I froze.

Springfield?

Massachusetts?

Are you shitting me?

I felt helpless watching the news alerts for those in the surrounding communities to find shelter in basements with only minutes to spare.

There was complete destruction within minutes.

Three people were reported killed but countless of homes were wrecked.

Over in a minute.

I wonder if that little dove was an omen of some sort.

I often wonder about things like that.

Yikes...

Against all odds

I just finished reading (actually listening to the book on CD) Scott Brown's book "Against all Odds".

Scott Brown is our newly elected US senator who won Ted Kennedy's vacant seat.

He is an interesting guy as well as down to earth normal guy. I liked Martha Coakley (attorney general) who ran against him but I am glad he won.

She was considered a shoo in for the senate seat. However, she ran a crappy campaign and the general public didn't like how the democrats were manipulating the election. It was especiallly obnoxious and I believe, unconstitutional, how Devil Patrick (the joke "Governor") could appoint a senate stand-in when Mitt Romney (a real Governor) could not. Ted Kennedy issued this resolution shortly before he died to ensure a democrat would appointed. Sneaky sleazy bull-shit.

And I think that is one of the many reasons Scott Brown won the senate seat. I think the voters were sick of the shit.

Martha Coakley refused to debate with Scott Brown and when she was forced to debate him she attacked him with out answering the questions. The final blow to her campaign was when she uttered the words that ( former ) Red Sox pitcher Curt Schilling "is a yankee fan"and that " Al Queda was no longer a threat in Afghanistan".

She looked desperate with all the negative ads and with those kind of statements , kind of stupid. I personally got sick of associates of mine who are liberal democrats shoving their agenda down my throat. They can vote, think and believe whatever they want.

I don't care. It is a free country.

Just stop shoving your stupid bull-shit down my throat.

God....

I think some people thought that it would hurt Scott Brown's chance of electability because he posed for Cosmopolitan magazine as a model to pay for law school.

Are you kidding me?!?!

Check out this picture (above)

And guess what else? He also worked in Dunkin donuts...

Is this guy hot or what?!?!

He gets my VOTE!!!!!!