Good morning.
*This blog was written over the course of a few days as most my blogs are these days. Please forgive the grammatical errors.
Cold leftover veggie pizza for breakfast. I've gone meatless again, well, fish. No chicken, red meat, or pork. Aside from two or three cheeseburgers a year I'm pretty much off red meat anyway. I haven't had a steak since maybe 1989. Nothing political. Steak was the bulk of my diet from the time I was five years old until maybe twenty. I did the math once. I guessed I've eaten about four or five whole cows in my lifetime. It doesn't bother me if other people eat steak around me. Go ahead. Forgive me if I don't join you. I lost my appetite for steak thirty-five years ago abouts and now I just don't want to eat any warm-blooded animal. My appetite is funky now anyway. I'm still waiting on my first cancer screening test results. "You'll get test results in a week" she said three weeks ago.
I went for a walk yesterday and happened upon a skin and bones kitty. I have cat treats in my bag, so I pulled out a big fistful of cat treats and set in front of the kitty. A few minutes later as kitty was enjoying her treats in peace the guy who's house we were in front of let loose his big angry snarling giant bulldog who ran right up to the gate and fiercely snapped, barked, and growled at us like Cujo as kitty finished eating. What's wrong with you people? God made cats too and this one was starving. As you train your bulldogs to be attack dogs just remember you cannot call yourself a Christian if you claim to hate cats for God made them before man. I wanted to give the cat more treats just not in front of this house so I moved three houses down on the street, but kitty wouldn't go that far. I waited and waited, shook the treats bag but kitty would not budge. And men wonder why women like cats more than men. The last man I fell madly in love with in 2002 had a cat and I married him.
Men who voted for the orange inflatable sour patch pumpkin are men who fail at being men and think it's okay to fail humanity while they're at it. Statistics, if you believe in that kind of thing, recently showed a fast decline of human reproduction without end in sight making (film) CHILDREN OF MEN less dystopian science fiction and more historic. God has a plan. Wipe out the human race one way or another. Wish I could be defensive, but I can't. I agree with God 100%. There's too much cruelty in the world entirely at the hands of human beings. Men in particular. "The end is near!" The great tribulation. I wasn't expecting the return of Christ in my lifetime, but Trump-o said, "Challenge accepted! Let's F this place up!"
I love when Trump-o's tariffs all fall apart in failure and he backpaddles hard like a man who refuses to admit he's wrong. "I think we can reach an agreement." Interesting. A donkey says what?
There are men who can be happy living a simple life. They're happy having a home with a woman (or man) they love, maybe a kid or two, maybe a few pets, a little garden, a stable job, and they're happy with their safe and secure simple yet happy life, but those men are becoming fewer and fewer in number, and I can't help but wonder why. Women have always carried the backbone of her family by working hard, suffering, enduring, finding ways to make things work when there doesn't seem to be a shred of hope in sight, and now that women have politely bowed out of bearing the brunt of domestic marital responsibility, men are left to roam the earth randomly not knowing how handle the icky stuff. "I'm sad. I'm lonely. I'm hungry. I'm horny. I'm depressed. MOMMY!" Meanwhile a woman tells her doctor she hasn't been hungry lately, and he throws 911 emergency contact numbers at her, but when a man says he hasn't been hungry lately well my goodness everyone on earth must pay attention to him and coddle him like a newborn baby or there's something wrong with society and not him. So yeah, God, I'm with you. Stop reproduction and start over. I too am tired of weepy sad man who can't emotionally function or fix a curtain rod. I judge men by how they treat cats, servers in restaurants, and proof of values they claim to have. The bar is low here fellas, low, and still, I'm repeatedly disappointed. Being fat is not a disability and neither is being emotionally and mentally stunted in growth. What happened to grandmas from the 40's and 50's? Where did they go. Did they break the mold? Those tough old broads would whip these weepy fellas into shape in no time.
I've chosen a celibate life. It's easier. I can't have stress in my life. That said, men nonetheless need to step up. Be mature. Act their age. Have the same emotional and mental strength and sophistication of an adult you expect women your age to have. Women are fed up, fellas, they're sick and tired, and now they can be 100% without you thanks to the internet, remote work, cats, dogs, Amazon, Uber eats, desk tread mills, and movie streaming services as men lurk the lonely empty streets wondering where all the "good women went". They're in the comfort of their homes, my guy, with their cats and dogs who are just easier to love.
Anyway
8pm, I just ordered Kung Pao tofu but they forgot my rice and I actually like it better this way. It's a writing night. Nothing goes better when you're writing all night than Chinese food. By now you know my writing style. This is also how my book is written.
In regard to Eric and Lyle Menendez, I couldn't care less if they get released from prison. Do I think they murdered their parents out of animosity and greed, sure, but I also think they they're not a danger to society. I could be wrong but that's what security cameras and guns are for. Am I glad my brothers' mom, a nightmare of a human being, is dead, absolutely, and while I never would have killed her, I completely understand it. Fair warning to the Menendez surviving family though, make wills. make sure there's less of a reason for any family member to un-alive you.
AND ANOTHER THING
A reminder, yes again, the constitution was made to protect the American people from government, state and federal, congress, and presidents from gaining too much power over the country. If presidents are going to shine-on judges and just do whatever they please regardless, then what do you think is going to become of this country? Priority with tariffs and deportation are what an out-of-touch president does. Sadly, 10 or 10,000 kids could die from measles, trust me when I say no one in power cares. In their minds YOU chose not to vaccinate your children thus them dying or getting sick with measles was the chance YOU as parents took. Never mind that you trusted their anti-vaccine rhetoric. Again, that was YOUR choice. I can't say they're entirely wrong. It's sad but you could have done something about it like get your kids vaccinated. Chances are those parents were vaccinated as kids and none of them have any deformities like a third ear growing out of their noggins because of it, or so I'm guessing. I get not wanting to try a new vaccine circa 2020 but the measles vaccine has been around long enough for even me to get it as a little girl and I'm older than dirt. Add to that, I got all the Covid vaccines and updates (but stopped after the 5th or 6th update). I'm good, thanks, and we're still alive. Do I still get the flu shot every year, you betcha. And let me tell you something, the shingles vaccine is a serious consideration for y'all. I got shingles in my mid-twenties which is rare, but I got it, and it was unpleasant to say the least. All the glands on the right side of my neck painfully bolted out like Frankenstein and the entire right side of my body broke out in a painful itchy and rash. I remember the doctor who I saw for it saying, "We have a cream that will take seven days for it to go into effect or pills that go into effect within a couple of days" as if there was any question. $50 for the cream. $200 for the pills. Of course I got the pills. I would have paid $500 for the pills I was feeling that miserable. Get the vaccine. Shingles pick a nerve on one side of your body and literally hugs on to it for dear life. If you're thinking, "What, just one nerve. How bad can that be?" Google how long your nerves are.
I realize I say things that don't sound very Christian but I'm also a realist. I don't want to raise your kids. I don't want to pay for them. You wanted your kids; you pay for them. I don't want to pay taxes to house all these people serving life sentences in prisons without the possibility of parole. I want smarter presidents. I don't care if he or she has a dog in the White House, but I now must insist that person be smarter than a fifth grader. And forgive me for asking but this prison in El Salvador, why, what for, why long stay prisons at all. Do something with these people. Rehabilitate them, send them to the military, just do something with them. Do something. Pretty soon you're going to have more prisoners than guards and staff, if that's not already the case, and then what.
Whatever is becoming of this world, just remember Shakespeare wrote a play called Titus Andronicus, and if you've never read it, please allow me to give you the highlights: The selfish greedy wrong man went into power. He then hooked up with this Goth chick and her family who had already been deemed enemy of the state by Titus Andronicus. The Goth chick then takes revenge on her enemy Titus by having her sons' rape and mutilate Titus's daughter. Then Titus fools the Goth chick's sons into coming into his house by "feigning" to have gone mad, whereupon Titus strings them up, bleeds them dry, and grinds their bodies into pies and serves the pies to their mother the Goth chick, and all the crappy people in power. And then they all lived happily ever after. Well, no. Everyone dies, almost. The end. That play was written in the late 1500's and who knew some 450 years later that scenario could be an actual possibility in today's world. Seriously, if tomorrow we found out that RFK Junior had fed human pies to the White House administration, would anyone be surprised. In my 56 years alive on this planet, I went from being a kid innocently riding my bicycle in small town Minnesota - to someone in the 2025 White House administration historically sawing off the head of a dead whale, strapping it to the roof of his car, and then took it home, to what, eat later? Call me old fashioned but that goes way-y beyond weird and he's in the White House administration.
(sigh)
I have not been to Sheldon's grave yet. So much going on. I'll be in the city in a few days, downtown. It'll be much easier getting to Mt Sinai from there. It's a 5 hour round trip train ride on/out of antelope valley where I am currently, and I have so many upcoming doctor/dentist/oral surgery appointments in the city it just made more sense moving to where the doctors are and paying the extra money. Plus, the next-door neighbors here have tested my patience one too many times with their constant barking dogs all night and day, screaming kids, blocking the sidewalk and street with all their cars blasting music, their leaf blower and electric saws, their kids with the homemade batting cage, add to that it's getting desert hot out. I spend all my time finding ways to calm down, seeking patience to the point I can't concentrate on anything else. I need to be left alone in a good head space to write when the moments come. God has provided. I'm grateful therefor I move, pay the extra money and live long enough to finish my book.
At my age death is a regular consideration. Did you see (film) Walk the Line. This quote from the film has stayed with me since I heard it:
Sam Phillips: "Bring... bring it home? All right, let's bring it home. If you was hit by a truck and you was lying out there in that gutter dying, and you had time to sing *one* song. Huh? One song that people would remember before you're dirt. One song that would let God know how you felt about your time here on Earth. One song that would sum you up. You tellin' me that's the song you'd sing? That same Jimmy Davis tune we hear on the radio all day, about your peace within, and how it's real, and how you're gonna shout it? Or... would you sing somethin' different. Somethin' real. Somethin' *you* felt. Cause I'm telling you right now, that's the kind of song people want to hear. That's the kind of song that truly saves people. It ain't got nothin to do with believin' in God, Mr. Cash. It has to do with believin' in yourself."
Patience is my friend and lifelong adversary. I won't let lack of it win this war.
Onward.
James, a servant of God and the Lord Jesus Christ, to the twelve tribes which are scattered abroad, greeting.
My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations;
Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience.
But let patience have her perfect work, that ye might be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.
--James 1-4
Remember, be mindful of your surroundings. Things happen for a reason. Pay attention to the details God laid out for you. Those are the ones that matter. Note only the noteworthy. Work smarter not harder. You're never alone. God bless.
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