When Altruism Goes Wrong

This nice grandmother is a very socially conscious person, as is her daughter, who has a sweet Nanny Dog.  She finds out too late that the ALS ice bucket challenge is one of pibble's hidden triggers.  Good news, she survived.  Grampa sent that F*ck!ng dog to the Dog Pound.  Go Grampa!

Graphic and true story.  

Ye Olde Tattoo Parlor of Prejudice and Pitty

On the far edge of the Pit Nutter Circus, adjacent to the Hall of Burlesque and the Freak Show, you will find Ye Olde Tattoo Parlor of Prejudice and Pitty.  I'm getting a tattoo right across my forehead that reads




and if people look at me askance, pull their children in closer, I'm screaming PREJUDICE!!!  If that employer doesn't chose me, I'm calling an attorney, and there is going to be a lawsuit for DISCRIMINATION!

It is said of folks who elect to have ink injected into their skin,  that they have consciously taken the decision to tattoo their bodies and would like to proudly declare that they are what they are. "They are ordinary people like you and me, except that they have a strong sense of identity they have no intention of hiding." They are not scared of public opinion and would love to let others know what they believe in.   Perhaps they can't say it in words, so instead, they choose a Gothic Font and a scull and crossbones, and there it is written on flesh, everything they believe and who they are.  If you disagree with them, then keep it to yourself.    HATER.  I didn't realize that I did not have a "strong sense of identity", without ink.  Who knew!


                                  This man has a healthy sense of self.
                  
It's ART...well, somebody's art.  But for the tattooed, the choice, the colors, the placement, that is the art.  And damn it, they paid for it!   They chose the pain, the health risks.  They also chose the reactions, but despite having a strong sense of identity, they feel persecuted.  There needs to be awareness. 

My favorite inked folks are the ones who can't afford to pay their bills, often on public assistance,  but they can be found outside the parlor with a pack of cigarettes, waiting to be inked.  It's an artist's life.   It's a lovely scene that has replaced the drugstore soda fountain in nearly every town and city. 


                                          
                   This person has a strong sense of identity, and a slight case of folliculitis.

It's estimated that one if five have elected to have ink, 25 percent of the hip and young people under the age of 30.  It's a hallmark of the zeitgeist of the youth of the 21rst century. The most cited reasons for the elected pain and possible case of hepatitis or tetanus, were to

*Show the world you have passions and interests!   This man, for example,  enjoys the cruel and illegal sport of dogfighting.  He's man enough for the great big back tat and to wear such tight pants that he overflows, but it's apparent, that waxing is too painful.


*be a living memorial to a departed loved one.  This may be slightly more expensive than having a sticker put on your car's back window, but much less expensive than purchasing a plot in the cemetery and hiring a stone mason to carve names on a block of marble. 
        Nothing shows respect for the dead like a skull of a pit bull inscribed with a proper R.I.P.

*Represent a living person, which can lead to a constant reminder of that ex.  There are specialists who can alter that bad memory, or of course, there's the option for removal, WHEW!

*to tell the world that you love Jesus, the Buddha, Elvis, or Satan.  Jesus has a way of taking the scary out the other gang signs tattooed around the neck, and the tear on the face. 

                                              A dogfighting angel, how sweet!


        This gentleman with a strong sense of self expresses his love of Satan and pit bulls.
                                           The polka dotted bow tie is so dapper!


• Military tattoos representing patriotism. I don't know if the military allows for full face and neck tattoos  yet, or for those cool little bits of metal poking out of the face, or the ultimate statement that accompanies ink,  ear plugs. Those are really tribal.  One could claim that it's cultural, and get the civil liberties union involved.  It's only a matter of time until pit bulls and ear plugs are accepted and that the military becomes more enlightened about such things. After all, people who fight for our freedom of speech should be free to express themselves! 
• A dumb, drunken mistake.  They can be altered or removed! 

• Because a friend did it, and you want to be part of the tribe.

And a new reason, is to help restore the image of pit bulls.  It's not working. 

Pittys in Pajamas

There is an non-ending and absolutely pointless and fruitless effort in the pit bull advocacy to help rehabilitate the "bad" image of pit bulls. NEWSFLASH....PIT BULLS DO NOT CARE ABOUT THEIR IMAGE.    What they need to figure out, how to stop pit bulls from mauling the people in the household they are kept as cherished pets, especially the children. Oh the places they go.  They start off in rather lofty places, and end up in the underwear drawer.

First there was the reworking of the "First they came for...." poem, and it didn't work.  I found it offensive to compare regulating pit bulls to the plight of Jews in Nazi era Germany. It's been made into t-shirts and memes, it's supposed to scare anyone who owns a German Shepherd or a Cocker Spaniel into opposing B.S.L..

They continually use politically correct rhetoric, which works very well.  They have employed revisionist history by calling them Nanny Dogs.   I know of people who used to think of that way, and now the dogs they knew as "Nanny" killed children they loved.  It disturbs my rational mind to no end, even a leading pit bull advocacy, BAD RAP, hasn't been able to eradicate the Pandora's box that was opened up in 1971. They continually try to push these dogs off as "therapy" dogs.  Not working.  It's only a matter of time until  some pit bull victim goes into a PTSD episode with one of these mauling dogs near.   They score a "victory" when they can have a scared Santa fired.  It's only a matter of time until one of these dogs goes off pit bull style.  It will be a bloody three ring media circus. 

Then the Huffington Post launched their own banner project to help the image of the pit bull, and what I notice, is that there are more and more pit bull attacks.   They are perfectly fine presenting half truths and full out, bloody lies as legitimate news.  More advocacy, more victims.  It's not working.

Still,  the advocacy has turned to the absurd in their effort to convince the public that pit bulls are perfectly safe.

Kissing Booths. No way. 
Then they tried tutus  I wasn't convinced. 

They tried soft, hippy makeovers,  with filtered lenses, and I still saw the equivalent of Charles Manson and Adolf Hitler with lovely flowers in their hair. 

Put them in costumes, nope.  I still see a mauler, even with a full mask on. 

There was a campaign launched  Valentine's Day to coincide with the release of the movie adaptation of Fifty Shades of Grey , called "Pitty Shades of Grey", lots of "cute" photos of ugly fighting dogs in varying shades of gargoyle.  I supposed it was to appeal to the sadomasochistic tendencies in the pit bull tribe.  We already had figured that out with the "Titties for Pitties" striptease fundraisers, and the cheeky calendar "Pinups for Pit Bulls".  Sexual fetishes, tatted up pretties who have a flair for exhibition and pit bulls go together like peanut butter and jelly.  

Now it's "Pittys in P.J.s". 



Still not convinced.  My mind has not been changed. In fact, it only helps to convince me that there needs to be more work to regulate the kind of morons who think putting p.j.s. on a pit bull makes them safe, from owning them. 

I still have this movie in my head that won't go away every time I see one of these mutant dogs.  This dog is about as adorable as the Zuni Warrior Fetish Doll, in ugly Pajamas. 

They come in the ever popular Jolly Roger print, or Mexican Dia De Los Muertos sugar skulls!  Imagine that!


There are an abundance of this type of PJ's for their fur mommies to wear.  I suppose it suggests that the woman who wears them is some kind of animal in bed, that, or she is trying to convince herself that she is safe.  These nighties will not keep them safe should pitty have a dream that awakens D.N.A.  

Women who wear "Hoodie-Footies" are scary enough.

          

I wonder if the woman who creates these wears matching "Sleeps with Pit Bulls" jammies.  Here's her facebook page.  I must commend her for her excellent taste in combining fonts, colors,  and pattern, just ravishing. 


         These are still not available in Kevlar.  
          I couldn't find the Chihuahua model. 

                          I wonder why?

Oh, I get it now. 

Valentine's Greetings from the Gripper

Double your pleasure or double your fear
Two clowns and a widdle pibbly-wibbly stand near.

How to unload your Valentine,
ugly sweater, senseless poetry,
and an ugly pit bull in the corner.  

                       At least this gripping dog tells the truth. 

 Sunbonnet Sue very nearly lost her bloomers,
much to the dismay of her little gentlemen pals.

                           Not to worry, she got her revenge.

Oh so creepy, can you count the ways?

Here's a Creepy Pit Bull Poem just for Valentine's Day! 
My Bloody Valentine

Speaking of Creepy, look what the minions for Mickey

have sent to our favorite Pibble!

Taken from the SAVE MICKEY page on facebook.
We dare you to go, you will loose your lunch,
Kind of a handy way to get rid of all the extra calories you
will consume on Valentine's Day.

Candy Kisses?  Mickey likes treats made from
certified non-GMO, organic toddler.




But according to all of my Korean friends,
he would taste just like Chicken. 



Yes, give him the whole box of Chocolates.  
Give him a dozen boxes.
You know what,
Pit bulls are just like a box of chocolates,
You never know what you're going to get. 
Or deep inside, you do. 
It's very likely kind of like a Chocolate covered Cherry.

This reminds us just of
THIS!

Oh, and here's an ode to Mickey.  Enjoy!

Well, Neighbors Just Got a Pit Bull

From The Onion:  It's a satire news site, but for some of us, THIS is an unfortunate true story.

SPRINGFIELD, MA—Initial reports from your back porch confirmed Sunday that, yep, the couple next door just got a pit bull. Witnesses said one of its ears appears to have been bitten off and the animal has scars all over its muzzle, indications that, wouldn’t you know it, this is probably one of those rescue dogs that was thoroughly abused by its previous owner. There it goes, sources stated, just growling and barking away. And jumping. The pit bull can reportedly jump really high, clamp its jaws down on a dangling piece of knotted rope, and just hang there, snarling. According to sources, a low hedge is all that separates the animal from your backyard, which, sure enough, is where your three small children play all the time. Oh, here we go, the reports continued, your neighbor is apparently coming over to tell you there are a lot of misconceptions about these dogs. They’re only as bad as their owners, he says. Well, at least they only got one pit—oh, nope, there’s a second one coming out of the house. How about that, sources said. Two pit bulls, and they’re really starting to go at each other, aren’t they? Witnesses later confirmed that, Christ, they’re just going to leave the two dogs untethered in the backyard while they go out for the night.