* Please forgive the grammatical errors.
I started this blog many weeks ago but this whole Cornell business is quite literally the foundation of my GenX-elder preaching:
As a Christian I'm ðŊ against conversion, missions, and grossly displaying your Christianity as though it somehow makes you superior. A modest small cross or crucifix is understandable. Beyond that is virtue signaling. Protestants don't keep portraits, or candles, or any THING with the image of Christ on it. Pray to God not a portrait.
1. Build strong healthy lifelong relationships with friends, family, yourself, and God.
2. Build a future for yourself with what's available to you. As much bad as there is because of the internet, there is more good if you use the internet to make a future for yourself.
3. You, and you alone, are responsible for the choices you make. Surround yourself with like-minded good hard working people.
I cannot stress enough if you believe there is a God, or something of a God, or a higher being who is looking out for you, guiding you to make good healthy decisions for yourself, explore that God, devote yourself to that God every day for the rest of your life. Relationships are not simply made and then *poof* job done and no more work is needed especially in marriage and with your relationship with God. These two relationships, more than all the others, are constant works in motion that you want to do, eager to do or why bother at all. Marriage is your promise to God to love, honor, and cherish this chosen person, son or daughter of God, before God. Get married or don't get married - there is no other reason to get married but to make your vows to God.
People love to say, "God owes me." NOPE. God doesn't owe you a thing.
This is my unpopular opinion, your parents are the ones who owe you. They CHOSE to give birth to you and in that choosing to do so, they owe you a future. They owe it to you to give you all you need to be successful in this world. They owe it to you to raise you to be a good decent contribution to society until the day you die. That is your parents debt, not God's. That is also why I say, if a child commits a crime, their parents committed the same crime regardless if it was the child who pulled the trigger. Arrest mom and dad too. All three must pay their debts to society. Until that child is eighteen years old, if I had my way twenty-one years old, but until that child turns eighteen years old any crime that child committed so did their parents. Arrest them all.
Other unpopular opinions as a Christian and a conservative...
I'm pro death penalty. I don't think there should be a life imprisonment with no possibility of parole. You're basically saying death. Just say death. Why should prisoners be given three meals a day when politicians don't want to give children one meal a day while they're in school.
I'm pro abortion (It's murder but who's going to pay for that unwanted child once it's born?) Abortion is a necessary evil. Still murder.
I'm pro Department of Defense. Anti Department of War.
I'm pro your eighty-five year old grandma who is bed ridden for the rest of her days and in terrible constant pain - of sound mind and body choosing her death. It's not only assisted suicide, it's compassion. These deaths are not the same thing no matter how hard you try waxing them together. Christ could not have possibly predicted all the evils of man.
When I say, "It's a generational thing" it truly is just that. No two generations were raised the same way, no two generations were planted in the same foundation, but something can be learned by all the generations - though I admit I'm happy I'll be dead before the actual terminators come. I'd much rather die by bear than a machine run by AI..
Speaking of Bears...
Excellent! The underdog I voted for won. Let us celebrate the bear called Backpack. How I love underdogs. Underbears?
(Early October) ON THE HOME FRONT:
I've got company in the basement again. ðŦĐ There's a man and a woman here, not sure if they are together, but between the two of them they do anywhere from 4 to 8 loads of laundry within forty-eight hours. What are these people washing? The female does a load of laundry every night at 9:30pm without fail. They do so much laundry. I never heard of such a thing. I do MAYBE five loads of laundry A MONTH. These guys do five loads of laundry like every other day. Crazy. Back when I did hospitality/hospital work I had AT LEAST a seven day change of uniforms/scrubs - at the very least. So what are these people washing? I think they just like coming down into the basement. They would rather come down into the hard concrete basement than sit in a comfy living room? Is it my deodorant? Wouldn't it be wild if she wasn't actually washing anything and is just running the machines for no reason, like some kind of obsessive compulsive tick. Like that black dude last month from Sweden who did three loads of laundry in the middle of the night, every night. Which is weird because my ex-husband (Swedish blonde Viking born and raised) did laundry like twice a month tops.
*Tonight it's the guy hanging out in the basement. 10:30pm he's just making all kinds of noise slamming the washer and dryer doors open and shut, open and shut, blasting whatever podcast from his phone. He's just hanging out down here. Weird. This is why I have my Ring cam in my room. My sound machine has decided to stop working so I'm using a YouTube sound machine channel. I'm expecting a loud AF commercial to blast out my laptop aaaany minute now. People who are loud freak me out. GenX kids were not allowed to be loud. If we had to be with our parents at all for whatever reason we were told to sit there, read your book, AND SHUT UP. They didn't want to hear you breathe. I had a job interview in the morning but cancelled it. When you have housemates you never know if you're getting sleep that night. Tonight my housemate has decided I'm not getting any sleep.
*11:48pm bro upstairs just making a ton of noise. Moving furniture. Dropping heavy objects He might be drunk, stoned, fighting the voices in his head. Who knows. I never know who's up there. I don't go upstairs unless it's to leave the house.
(Mid October) ON THE HOME FRONT:
I was finally able to wash a load of laundry. My goodness. I wasn't desperate or anything but between the guy/gal laundry duo upstairs I haven't been able to do any laundry in a long while. The laundry room has been quiet past few nights. I think they checked out of their rooms. There will be others. Luckily I'm not on a set schedule or anything. I been devoting myself to writing though I'm suffering a small block at the moment so instead I'm getting my creative needs through knitting my blankets. Winter is coming. Need to get these blankets finished for donation. Regarding my book, I have a whole story written just not a beginning. I have no chapter one. Who writes like this? Crazy.
The (not so) new thing from the renters upstairs, they don't lock the back door anymore. There's someone who comes and goes who never locks the door ever. It's wide open all night long. I'm pretty sure this is how we all get murdered. That said, this is where the Lord wants me to be. Everywhere I go in this world, every person I meet, every experience I have is because this is where the Lord wants me to be. Everything that is done unto me will be done unto that person ten fold, good or bad. God is watching. Always watching. Waiting. People who don't fear God are fools. "Why did this happen to me!" Welp, do you know the story of Moses? So yeah.
(Late October) ON THE HOME FRONT:
Currently, there is a woman upstairs renting a main floor bedroom. For the past three days I thought it was a couple renting the upstairs based on THEE constant loud interaction between the man and woman since their (her) arrival. Yesterday morning, however, I learned it's just this older white woman, my age, maybe older, renting one bedroom on the main floor, and a fellow renting the other bedroom on the main floor. I never know who is upstairs. My room is downstairs. I never go upstairs unless it's to leave the house. How did I come to learn this "couple" was not a couple you ask - when I left the house at 6:20'ish am to go for a walk and to the grocery store afterwards, this nutty woman actually followed me in her car. She must have been doing donut circles around me as I went for a walk, got my steps in, took photos of the park/river, and as I went grocery shopping. Having never seen this woman before, she might have even followed me around the grocery store, who knows. It was around 10:30am when I arrived back at the house just as this woman across the street was at her parked car. I saw the woman fumbling around her car but since the car was parked across the street I didn't think anything of it. I thought she lived across the street, reasonable conclusion since she didn't park in the driveway or in front of the house. It must have all been a coincidence that I saw this car when I left the house following me and again now as I return back to the house. Which is why I didn't notice her directly behind me as I was walking into the house. What the serious F lady! As I walked into the house I hear this voice literally right behind me saying, "Hold the door!" I turned around and here was the same lady who had just parked her car across the street! Oh dear.
Currently, there is a woman upstairs renting a main floor bedroom. For the past three days I thought it was a couple renting the upstairs based on THEE constant loud interaction between the man and woman since their (her) arrival. Yesterday morning, however, I learned it's just this older white woman, my age, maybe older, renting one bedroom on the main floor, and a fellow renting the other bedroom on the main floor. I never know who is upstairs. My room is downstairs. I never go upstairs unless it's to leave the house. How did I come to learn this "couple" was not a couple you ask - when I left the house at 6:20'ish am to go for a walk and to the grocery store afterwards, this nutty woman actually followed me in her car. She must have been doing donut circles around me as I went for a walk, got my steps in, took photos of the park/river, and as I went grocery shopping. Having never seen this woman before, she might have even followed me around the grocery store, who knows. It was around 10:30am when I arrived back at the house just as this woman across the street was at her parked car. I saw the woman fumbling around her car but since the car was parked across the street I didn't think anything of it. I thought she lived across the street, reasonable conclusion since she didn't park in the driveway or in front of the house. It must have all been a coincidence that I saw this car when I left the house following me and again now as I return back to the house. Which is why I didn't notice her directly behind me as I was walking into the house. What the serious F lady! As I walked into the house I hear this voice literally right behind me saying, "Hold the door!" I turned around and here was the same lady who had just parked her car across the street! Oh dear.
I held the door open for her and immediately tried making a quick escape downstairs but she wasn't having it. Karen, because she behaved 100% like a crazy Karen, tried to engage in conversation with me. This is what stalkers do. They follow you around and make it seem like it's all a coincidence that you arrived home at the same time so they can talk to you. Scary as F! Look lady, I'm not like you, I'm not lonely, and I certainly don't want to talk to you. We're not going to be friends. Geez Louise. But Karen was not about to give me my privacy, no, that's not what Karens do. (Seriously, is it my shampoo that attracts these Karens or what?) She starts saying, "Oh, I didn't know anyone was renting in the basement. Are you the long term renter?" Wut. Did you hear yourself just now ma'am? I began my descend into the basement closing the half door behind me because oh-heck-no I was not going to allow Karen to follow me down those stairs. I performed a little chit-chat about the nice neighborhood and that I rented month-to-month so I guess perhaps that makes me a "long term renter" and then she hits me with, "I'm thinking of doing the same thing." CHECK! Waiter, can I please get the check immediately! Oh dear, if this nutty broad rents monthly I'm moving OUT. She then says, "I'm checking out Saturday." Today is Thursday. "But I'm thinking of coming back and renting monthly." Thanks for the heads up, crazy. If you do move in ma'am, I'm moving. This homeowner has other houses. I'll be moving.
Stalkers irritate me to no end. Stalkers and nosy people who are soul suckers that need so much attention every day, and this Karen is all of the above. I feel bad for the dude renting upstairs across the hall from her. I literally thought they were a couple by their constant interaction and this lady is NOT quiet. But who knows, maybe he's lonely too and likes her interactions with him. Good. You two find a house and live happily ever after.
A lonely Karen, while it's sad and you feel for them (AT A LENGTHY DISTANCE) she's still a soul sucker who needs and needs and needs and I'm not into people like that at all. You can easily tell this lady has no hobbies besides talking on her phone. None. She has nothing to occupy her time but those around her. That's how stalkers are made. Get you some hobbies!
PS. Talking on the phone is not a hobby and it's super annoying. Talking on the phone is a boomer thing. They talk on the phone. Thank goodness my dad had grandchildren who taught him how to text and email. Sheldon used to yell at me for texting him, "I'm blind!" He'd cry and I'm like if you can see well enough to fly to Europe, you can text. ð He was always on his phone gaming or gambling so yeah he could text me back.
(Update late October)
Another gal moved into the house yesterday. I heard her suitcase going up the steps to the second floor. Aaaaand crazy Karen immediately ran to the back door as soon as this gal walked through it - to introduce herself to this poor girl. Omg, I'm sorry innocent girl who is just trying to get her suitcase into the house. I'm so sorry. The guy who I thought was with crazy Karen moved out yesterday. I heard housekeeping cleaning his room. I'm sure he would have stayed on had crazy Karen not been here. She's got her sights on the new girl now. Lord, protect this gal from Karen. I'm sure the new gal got a feeling about Karen. I heard her ask if she was (the homeowner) and crazy Karen said "No" then announced her name loudly - because that's what sane people do apparently scream out their name. ðŽ
JUST IN TIME FOR HALLOWEEN ð ð
Someone keeps running down the stairs into the basement, then stops, then runs back up the stairs. This has happened a few days now. To my knowledge there is only myself, in the basement, and one other renter on the second floor. The person who runs down the stairs, stops, then runs back up the stairs drives a dark car. I can see it from the driveway. After the second time they run down and back up the stairs, they drive off. Like I said, it's only me and the washing machine/dryer downstairs. So what are they looking for? It's probably crazy Karen. ðĪŠ When something nutty happens it's usually the nutty person.
(Written before the male renter and Karen moved out)
I cannot stress enough the importance of building healthy relationships that last a lifetime with others, and with God, when you're young. Those who do are never alone and do not turn out like this crazy Karen. This woman clearly has nothing else to do with her time but talk on the phone, loudly I might add, to an unfortunate child I suspect, and then wait for the male renter to come home so she can chat him up and not feel lonely. And again, maybe he likes it, cool, they can rent another home and live happily ever after IN THEIR HOUSE. ð Please don't bother me. That's the nicest way I can say it. I'm exhausted. This is the third time I've worked my body to the bones and I need rest. GenX, four lifetimes in one, hear me? I need proper rest. This morning is the first morning in a month that I feel like I actually slept.
Indeed. ð
Me laying down in a field somewhere all, "I'm comin' Elizabeth! This is the big one!"
SO. That nutty airbnb couple made airbnb change their cleaning policy. There are no more cleaning instructions for guests. Look, I get that some guests are dirty AF hence a cleaning fee but the things that crazy airbnb couple were charging their guests for was out of control. And people still rented from them even after they openly charge guests for moving a coffee table two feet to the left! Stop renting from them! I'm not a dirty person to begin with, I'm tidy, so stuff like taking out the garbage isn't a thing for me. My issues with airbnb have been with the nutty behavior of past hosts who I will never stay with again. One husband/couple host hit on me nonstop to make his wife jealous because they were fighting, another wife/couple host suffered from some kind of mental illness that made her scream at her husband in the middle of the night, and another husband/couple host wrote a testimonial saying I was the grandest guest when I didn't even stay with them. Freaky-tiki! just nightmare behavior like that.
AND
Another thing with airbnb is, who knows what some guests do after they check out. Some guests never really leave. My regular rental in Las Vegas experienced airbnb guests sleeping on the livingroom couch downstairs after they checked out. All three bedrooms are upstairs. My housemate, another long term renter, said she saw two different men crashed out on the livingroom sofa. The first time she thought he could be renting the third bedroom. It being Las Vegas maybe he was too partied out to make it up the stairs and crashed on the sofa. It happens. She took a photo of him just in case. When it happened a second time with a different guy she took photos of him too and sent them all to the homeowner who acknowledged they were both past guests yet still refused to change the code to the front door lock. Dangerous. The stair trotter is probably crazy Karen who never really left. What a nutjob. If she moves back in I'm leaving. I'm not paying money to live with a crazy Karen, and you know how winter affects some people like crazy Karen - THE SHINING! ð§ðŧðĪð§ðŧ
THE BIG BEAR LAKE EAGLES
I don't know if this is part of the bonding ritual but it seems a little all too familiar in an HBO sort of way. Shadow was on the nest. Then Kaydee flew into the nest. Then Shadow immediately bailed.
How Sex In The City is this? Why did Shadow leave? Even Kaydee is like, "What in the Carrie Bradshaw?!" This all took place October 5th. See time stamp below photos.
AND THEN This morning, October 10, Kaydee flew into the nest at gorgeous sunrise. Appeared to be looking around for Shadow and then left minutes later. A couple minutes after that Shadow flew into the nest with a stick, looked around for Kaydee, nothing, so he left. LOOK BIRDS, this is not how eaglets are made!
I don't know what that eagle killed but it's intestines are dangling. Wow. ðŦĢ
Shadow and eagle step-mom Kaydee perched together.
I'm still not used to eagle step-mom Kaydee. I just want to see eaglets in the nest this winter.
(Sigh)
What a beautiful family. Remembering Jackie. ð Feeding her last baby eaglets before she died. It was only six months ago!
If you had farm cats your "rat problem" wouldn't be a problem. If you have a pest problem get the animal that hunts and kills those pests. FYI most of those pests are killed by cats. Stop using poison or one day you might accidentally poison someone's dog or child or bald eagle, all of which are crimes BTW.
Some people really suck.
I would love an entry level wildlife job.
Shadow on top roosting in his regular tree. Kaydee below. I feel so bad for Shadow. Eagles bond for life. I wonder if he thinks Jackie might still come back. I hope Kaydee isn't planning to take the nest for herself and push Shadow out with a new mate. Guuuurl, I will fight a bald eagle!
It's being rumored in our eagle community there's a new she-eagle staking out the nest. I thought it was Shadow, but others more diligent watching the nest-cam say it's not Shadow but another she-eagle. DRAMA.
CHRISTA PIKE, so GenX not even lethal injection can kill her. ð
Tennessee officials administered two full doses of pentobarbital, but they failed to stop her heart
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So, what, they're keeping Pike on life support to... kill... her... later?
F it. Just let Pike serve out the remainder of her sentence. She's 50 and GenX. Our generation don't live long. We're hard to intentionally kill but we also don't live long these days it seems. Just let nature take its course.
I'm still stuck on Lindsay Clancy maybe getting away with murdering her children.
EXAMPLE JURY LITMUS TEST:
1. "Do you think murder is wrong."
2. "What do you think should happen to a woman who murders her children."
3. "Whose responsibility is it when deciding to drink, do drugs, and have promiscuous sex?"
Add to the litmus test this true or false question:
Having been jury summoned for the second time (whenever it was) last April, the trial judge and both attorneys ask a ton of questions when jury selecting but I don't think they ask the right questions like, "Do you think there are reasonable exceptions for someone to commit murder." I think every trial lawyer needs to ask jurors that question regardless of the case. If a juror doesn't know the difference between self defense and murder, that person should not be in a jury box or polling booth. Seriously, right now, I doubt if 50% of the women in this country understand the difference between self defense and murder. All the women jurors in the Lindsay Clancy trial thought Clancy was defending herself from her children and had a right to use deadly force against them. Clancy didn't wake up one morning mentally disturbed. That's not how mental illness works. Trust me, I know. I grew up with a woman, my brothers mom, who was SEVERELY mentally disturbed. Back in the 70's and 80's however you just ignored those women best you could. There's always a trigger (like a cheating husband which my dad was, repeatedly) that makes each mental illness episode a little stronger as the years go by. It grows. It doesn't happen over night. Clancy could have done so many different things before murdering her kids. She could have dropped those kids off ANYWHERE at any time. Dropped them off and drove away. But no, she didn't. Clancy got mad at her husband and murdered the kids she had with him. At the very least, justice is forcing that woman to be sterilized. If a woman gives birth and then murders that child, the privilege of having more children should be legally taken from her immediately. At the very least prevent Clancy from breeding more victims. And to those of you who defend murdering children, people everywhere ought keep both eyes on them. It takes a village to stop mothers from murdering their children apparently.
Gen X litmus test. What does this note reportedly from Angelina Jolie, say? ð
Spell it out with your air-finger. That's what I had to do. ð
AND PEOPLE WONDER WHY I rather keep company with wildlife? It was also reported these D-Bags were sitting on this turtle while she was laying eggs - that's why she was on the beach to begin with. F'ing people. Can you imagine giving birth and someone deciding that's the perfect time to sit on you. ðĪŽ I don't want to be anywhere near this couple when God delivers His wrath and vengeance. If you're friends with these two A-holes always be ready to duck! God delivers punishments. He always does and He doesn't care about collateral damage. Guilty by association I'm afraid. Just duck.
Like this guy who FAFO. WHY did this man go into a tiger enclosure. Why. Did the tiger at least get to eat him? Set this tiger free. Zoos. I'm exhausted. ðŦĐ
Good!
Hold up. Did pasta queen just call us "extra extra ordinary" as a word play of extraordinary? I think she did. Burn! GenX respect. ð This dish does look good though. Eggs and marinara sauce, I'm all in.
In the past 48 hours while fighting a sinus thing in the middle of a Minnesota heat wave, I watched the X trilogy with Mia Goth whose character, God bless her, just wants to be a star in PEARL and MAXXXINE. I saw X last. Pearl was ok. Truth be told I fast forward a lot but still worth watching. I saw these films out of order it seems. I've been into psycho-thrillers for the past twenty-two years or so but do like a horror film from time to time especially with an old school vintage feel.
MAXXXINE
This is a retro 80's flashback film with sex, drugs, and rock n roll, set in Hollywood, California, during the (Richard Ramirez) Nightstalker era with brief mention of the Black Dahlia. Remember her?
Brings back memories. I suppose that's why I watch films like this.
I was still in Minnesota in 1985, sixteen years old, still a good girl at this age, still going to church on Sundays, etc., but breaking away, experimenting with boys, parties, drugs, and drinking. I didn't move to Hollywood, California, until 1992 after making a quick stop in San Francisco from 1989-1992.
Right out the gate in this film, however, has anyone ever seen a Charlie Chaplin impersonator on Hollywood Blvd in the 80's and 90's, like ever? The movie ANGEL also had a Charlie Chaplin impersonator and I'm like, okay, this must have been before my time there. (When you're a film buff, writer, and pencil artist, it's the details of a film I notice. Details. Anywaaay.) I should also mention Hollywood blvd (in 1992) was/is seedier than Sunset blvd. All I could afford in 1992 was a shared 1 bedroom apartment with a roommate on Yucca and Wilcox blvd. Seedy. I found my roommate in the Pennysaver! The PENNYSAVER! I didn't know for the first few months that my roommate was a drug dealer as her side hustle. She was also a waitress in a German restaurant until she got fired for stealing credit card info. and then became a coke dealer full time. I did not partake in her stash. I guess I still seemed super "Midwest" to her because she certainly did trusted me. She kept her drugs in one suitcase and her money in another. My ADHD went wild when I saw her suitcase with money in it because she just threw the bills in her suitcase all random like. No rhyme or reason. Just threw the bills in her suitcase. Made me internally scream every time I saw her do that. I'm like, "You don't keep the same bills together in a rubber band? You don't secure your money in neat piles?? You don't face all your bills in the same direction??!!" Ugh! WHAT?! What kind of monster are you! I needed to breathe into a brown paper lunch bag just to stop hyperventilating. Nonetheless, she had her life, I had mine. We hung out at the Hollywood clubs to roommate bond, her idea of course, I was happy staying home. I had an actual job. She would keep me out all night and then I had to be at work at 6am. When I lived with her I loved staying home any chance I got. We were Las Vegas weekend warriors but even in Vegas she did her thing(coughsolddrugscough), I did mine. Funny thing is, the first time I met my roommate we bonded over the fact she's from Wisconsin. Me from Minnesota. I wonder whatever happened to her.
How awesome was Kevin Bacon in Maxxxine. He was great.
The crazy part of this film is, as Hollywood retro as this film feels, it's truthful. If you lived those Hollywood days back in the day, every day felt like a homicide, or a homicide in the making. The parties up on "the hill" meaning Hollywood Hills were a staple. Those parties happened wherever on the hill, whenever on the hill, and it was always a drug dealer, or cousin of a director (we ALL knew the cousins, right?), or the local strippers and adult actors who spread the word. We ALL had friends who were strippers, hookers, and adult actors back in the day. I lived right behind Crazy Girls for almost eight years in a 500 sq ft studio apartment for under $500 a month run by a very nice Russian lady until I got married. Crazy Girls was one of my hangout for years - walked a half block home. I moved to Hollywood when the boulevards still had street prostitutes. Remember them? Hollywood boulevard (big corner house on Genesee #IFYKYK) and pretty much everywhere Santa Monica boulevard for your garden variety gay prostitutes. And where did we all meet up after our nights out, Rock N roll Denny's. Ah memories. I knew the last lap of the 80's were over when I worked as a door girl at the Coconut Teaszer. The last Hollywood job before entering the corporate world and married life. I saw the scene dwindle away. I suppose that's why we all decided to get married. It just wasn't our scene anymore. Plus we were all nearing our thirties. We weren't so young and adorable anymore.
I have to say, the death scenes in Maxxxine, very 80's retro. I haven't watched X yet but I imagine those death scenes are also very 70's/80's era slasher/jump scare.
As referenced in the film, I don't remember anti-smut street protesters. Maybe they protested at the studios back then instead blocking traffic at some rando intersection like they do today.
As referenced in the film, I do remember watching Dee Snider on TV squaring off with Tipper Gore and the Senate Committee back in the mid-80's. Ah Tipper. Those were the days. Censorship, what a battle to pick, eh.
I've read the 2026 gripes on social media regarding how kids today see Gen X as the once gender-bending, sex, drugs, and rock n roll freaks in our youth and MAGA hypocrites in our old age, and they're right, 100%, however, I can only explain it this way, what we were in our 20's doesn't dictate what we later become in our 50's. What we were as children, however, that's a little more accurate. We go full circle. Our 20's were a blip in time. Our childhoods are what forged the older us. It always goes back to childhood and whatever parents we had. Trust me when I say our parents, particularly in the Midwest, made stoic Christian soldiers out of us. Lord of the Flies. We are the FAFO generation and some of us did not make it as was to be expected. I suppose that's why we say our generation X were all born forty-five years old and chain smoking.
My big issue with censorship is that it makes parents lazy. "We don't have to parent our children, the media does with warning labels." It's the same with, "I don't have to be responsible for my guns in the house, that's the politicians job." NO. It's YOUR job, BECKY. It's YOUR JOB to lock up your guns at home, CHAD. It's YOUR JOB to communicate with your children regarding whatever they want to watch and listen to, and make sure they understand the difference between reality and fantasy. That's why I'm a HUGE SUPPORTER of parents facing the same criminal charges as their delinquent children. If your thirteen year old kid points a gun at a teacher and threatens that teacher's life, those parents better be charged with every single charge their kid is facing AND THEN SOME. Arrest those parents too. Arrest them!
I feel the same way regarding homeless kids on the street. Parents need to be responsible for their kids (at any age) living on the street. You bred those humans into the world, don't make it the responsibility of someone else to see to their well being. You bred them into the world, they're YOURS until the day you both die. Now go get your children off the streets! "We learned our son was living on the streets." Then go get him and take him home!
As a Christian I will donate my time, energy, and skills (knitting hats and blankets) to charity whenever I can, Christ commands us to do this, but as a human being who has been halfway around the world and back, America is a shameful throw-away country of human beings. Just shameful. Strangers will never have the same impact as a known relative. Strangers can feed and clothe you, but the impact of having loving sincere life support from known family members, that's everything.
ANYWAY
On to (movie) X. My guess, I'm fast forwarding through this movie. Slasher films really aren't my thing anymore but who knows.
OK, well...
I just watched X, and yes, I fast forwarded through a lot. It was what I thought it would be - sex, drugs, rock n roll, blood and gore. All three movies are currently free on Amazon Prime.
I suggest watching in order:
1. Pearl
2. X
3. Maxxxine
HALLOWEEN:
The Christian ✝️ fundamentalists are still screaming about Halloween. Oh calm down.
Caught this on my ring cam one late night. No idea what I'm doing here. Paranormal Activity! ðŽ I don't sleepwalk but I do get up three times a night to use the bathroom and I try not waking up fully or I won't get back to sleep, so I imagine I'm just in a partial dream state. Kinda looks like I have six fingers yes?
ANYWAY
Hey boys and girls, Halloween ð is upon us. I feel bad for kids today who don't know what it is to get dressed up all spooky and ghoulish and carry around a pillow case from house to house demanding candy. ðŦī ðŦðŽð 2026 it's no surprise the houses here don't do Halloween decorations. What kids? No kids come around anymore. They can't. Too dangerous. I wouldn't want my kids accepting candy from strangers.
AND ANOTHER THING
YES. THE ANSWER IS ALWAYS YES.
Indeed.
I pray a long healthy life for this man. I am not a Catholic but if ever there was a man who could unite Protestants (the real ones) and Catholics (the real ones) together it's Pope Leo XIV. Amen.
Okay bye ððž
