Good morning.
*Please forgive the grammatical errors.
Our patience is being tested.
In regard to high food costs, tariff wars with everyone including our neighbor allies, plummeting stock market, and people losing their 401K and health plans, the fat orange mushy donut in the White house reportedly said, "Only the weak will fail." That Jabba a-hole simp couldn't care less about farmers, everyday Americans, veterans, health and education. He doesn't care about America or us her people. He and his ancient model Stepford robot wife (in desperate need of a reboot) are so evil it's almost biblical and yet over half of America re-elected him and for what, to be openly racist and/or misogynist? I cannot help but ask was it worth your retirement and 401K? Was it worth your health insurance?
"Only the strong survive" mentality was made in war/post war time and the great depression. So, there you go. That is where this idiot president is trying to take us.
You don't have to have an ivy league or private school education to be mindful of your surroundings or crack open a book from time to time. You just have to want to know what's going on in the world, and how the world generally works. History repeats itself especially when it comes to this president. His epically failed leadership during Covid should have been enough to keep him out of the White House forever, but no. Look, unless you destroy for all eternity every means of transport across each and every mass of land and sea what happens on other continents affect America hence 5th grade social studies and at this point, I much rather have any fifth grader in America sitting in the oval office.
I can't even watch White House news or its moronic White House press secretary Karoline whats-her-face and her giant 1989 virtue signaling Hot Topic bedazzled cross. She's such a horrible liar. Hey lady, Flavor Flav 1991 called and said, "King and chief probably had a big beef. Because of dat now I grit my teeth." Same, Flav. Same! Who knew among other things Flavor Flav was a time traveling Maharishi sage of rap and hip-hop.
Mennonites and Amish colonies know what they are doing keeping everyone out and living off grid. Lately, I've been pondering how to go about it too, sans Waco siege and Ruby Ridge, of course.
Do you ever wonder if XBOX is teaching kids how to exist in the future like how our generation(X) crude childhood games like SIMON and PERFECTION taught us memory and reflex. I mean, most of those games were completely unnerving but so are XBOX zombie slaughter games. I loved my Simon. It was psychological crack for eight-year-olds like me who could not get enough RUBIK'S CUBE. I still to this day love memory and puzzle games. When the first MYST came out I downloaded it and was stuck in front of the computer for a month. All hail CD ROM!
Before I returned to my faith last year, I had another blog for about ten years that was mostly political and social satire, aka my weird sense of humor you either got it or didn't. Surprisingly it had grown quite popular. No, it didn't get shut down as some suspected. I shut it down. I erased it. I felt my line of thinking when writing that blog was holding me back creatively. Nothing had changed in ten years. Means I hadn't grown in ten years. I was writing the same blather over and over to the point even my friends were like, "If I'm not in the blog, I'm not reading it." It did anger some famous people though which I found amusing since it was pure entertainment. Satire. Stuff I wrote just to make my friends laugh. Nonetheless, it triggered some people. That's me, I'm just out here stripping down nerves raw and poking them with a stick. Just wait until I publish the book I'm working on now. This one is going to make some people angry because they aren't going to actually read the book with an ounce of consideration, they're going to skim through it at best and guess the rest, or worse yet rely on people who are going to read the book already hating it before finishing the first page - and then want to fight with me about it.
The storyline of my book deals specifically with a group of younger people in the aftermath of being born into what most outsiders considered a cult. When the cult leader was later arrested and sent to prison leaving our main characters at the time ages 15-18 years old, they were debris, left-behinds to grow up in rural Midwest, in the 50's to 70's, and move on with their lives as strangers in a strange land mere miles away from where they were born. This story is about transference into different lifestyles, families, religions, separating good from evil, being a product of environment vs inherited traits, and how institutions of law, religion, and mental health handle people they know nothing about. Any time you do not conform to social norms or if you complain about anything legit, you're deemed dangerous, depressed and/or suicidal. "There's so much mental illness out there!" But is there? Is it always mental illness or is it something else. Whatever it is let's definitely not talk about it or try to understand it with hope of preventing further destruction due to it. In other words, this is a book for people who can think for themselves. "If Trump-o hates it, I hates it." No, you big dopey ding-dong, read the book. Think for yourself. Besides, everyone knows Trump-o can't read words with more than four letters.
If I can write a book with my broken stroked out brain, you can read it.
* I have good brain days and bad brain days which is why it's taking me longer than normal to write.
AND ANOTHER THING
Just a reminder folks, the constitution was written to protect the American people from its government, from its congress, and from presidents like Trump-o illegally throwing your husbands in El Salvadorian jails and then ignoring judge's orders to release the innocent man and bring him home. For the love of mercy congress, stand up to this behemoth orange inflatable tube donkey of a man.
Every day I talk to God. I talk to God for hours and hours some days lately about my book. I'm going through great pains to not openly criticize false Christians. What I mean is, I'm going to quote only one passage, my favorite passage, from the Bible in this book. The rest of the preaching you'll read will be from poems and spiritual soliloquies I made up just for this book, but we'll see how many will swear it's from the Bible and claim that I blasphemed. Even when I lost my faith, I still respected it. Who am I, no one. As I will always maintain, most self-proclaimed Catholics and protestants would not know the difference between passages from the Bible, lyrics from Iron Maiden or Black Sabbath, or something I just made up and normalized. I'm not saying I'm some kind of terrific writer, I'm saying a hearty number of Christians and Catholics are really (really) bad at it.
**cough** Karoline Leavitt** cough**
Just remember, if you're reading this blog, only one passage, my favorite passage, will be from the Bible. The rest I made up.
Jesus cried and said, He that believeth on me, believeth not on me, but on him that sent me. And he that seeth me seeth him that sent me. I am come a light into the world, that whosoever believeth on me should not abide in darkness. And if any man hear my words, and believe not, I judge him not: for I come not to judge the world, but to save the world.
--- John 12:44-47
Life is good. Have a peaceful Sunday. God bless.