GOD BLESS CANADA

Good afternoon!

Please forgive the grammatical errors. 

Congratulations Canada! Prime Minister Carney seems like a good guy. You might have to jumpstart him a few times during the day, but you made a wise choice. 

I'm not a Liberal. I'm an independent. Means I think for myself. I'm also a Christian. Means I praise God, not man. Right now, America is the bad guy. It took this president less than 100 days in office to make us the global villain. Even when President Bush was in office, both of them, Bush I and II, America was not the global villain we are today. Let that sink in. The current administration made even Canada hate us. Canada! Nicest people on the planet. The only agenda Trump-o has is to keep America dumb and scared of non-whites. The only problem with that agenda is aside from the fact American is almost half non-white give it five years; we're also not a bunch of uneducated ten-year-olds. Add to that, many Americans who don't travel outside of the country for business, do so for leisure before the age of twenty-five. Global commerce both business and pleasure. "DUH!!" Even Bush I and II knew not to mess that up. This president and his tariffs, and his gripe against Zelenskyy is solely because American loves Zelenskyy for not bowing down to Putin like some people. Trump-o is an absolute disgrace to the American people. Even Bush I and II would praise Zelenskyy. 

AND ANOTHER THING

No one is buying the Trump-o prayer routine. I would love to hear a Trump-o prayer. I would love to see Trump-o visit a Sunday school classroom. Sunday school catechism is no joke. I don't know about nuns, but protestant teachers can be mean AF.  

Catechism: "And now President Trump-o will stand up and explain the Seventh Commandment."

Trump-o: "The seventh... what-now?"

Catechism: "The seventh commandment."

Trump-o: "The seventh..."

Catechism: "Commandment."

Trump-o: "Oh."

Catechism: "Thou shalt not..."

Trump-o: "Thou shalt not... Thou shalt not..."

Catechism: "Steal. Thou shalt not steal."

Trump-o: "Seriously?" 

Catechism: "Yardstick!"

In a week or so I head back to Antelope Valley. Looking forward to it. I hate the commute into the city, but I've stayed with this lady I'm renting from in AV twice before. Love her. She's a very popular boarder. Had she a room available on the dates I needed I never would have come back into the city but, it's only money. No use crying over spilt milk, eh. Although, I did cry two days ago. 

I was shooting landscape and wildlife at the local reservoir when I dropped my phone for the one-hundredth time and 1/3 of the screen shattered. I was due for a new phone anyway I just didn't want to do it right then and there. I had the day planned. Oh well. I have a new phone, and yes, I got a phone case and screen protector. Only problem is, I'm stuck with the broken phone for another month because I just paid the bill, and I don't want to add a second line to my plan, and so now I can't read notifications because that part of the screen is shattered, and I can't tap on the screen because the screen is shattered, and I can't talk on the phone unless it's on speaker (which I don't do even if I could because it's rude), and I can't wear earbuds because the phone is... well, broken. First world problems.

I'm waiting for a delivery as I now type. Groceries. I'm failing no warm-blooded animal vegetarianism. Bacon! I just love bacon. I suck. I'm not supposed to be eating bacon even, but it's air fried and... I suck. I'm thinking of posting pictures of baby piglets all over and naming the piglets to get me to stop eating bacon. This is the second time now I ate bacon. I'm weak! And now that my delivery has arrived, I've come to conclusion I should not buy my snacks online. Since my stroke I have very little distance and depth perception unless it's immediately in front of me. A box could be two foot in front of me, and I'll never be certain if it's two feet in front of me or six feet in front of me, if it's an 8x10 box or a breadbox, I just have to keep walking until I reach the box, and for this reason I really should not order my snacks online. I bought a 27.3 oz box, 1.3 LBS of goldfish just now (I love goldfish) but when it arrived the box of goldfish was HUGE. Like, I have no idea how big in my broken stroked out brain I thought 1.3 pounds would be, but... it's HUGE! I'm 'bout to make it rain goldfish in the street y'all!

NEWSFLASH: It's being reported that RFK JR thinks there is aborted fetus in vaccines. Mm-hmm. Oh, that RFK JR. What, is he mad he can't strap a fetus to the roof of his car and drive it home? I know abortion is no joking matter, but this guy is just out there. Way out there. I don't like abortion. I think it's murder. That said, I also don't want to raise your unwanted children. Abortion is a horrendous method of birth control, but I also don't want a bunch of unwanted babies growing up to be homeless unwanted adults either. Perhaps, if we use the term "murder" when describing abortion, that lingo will stick in the minds of gals who might then be responsible enough in the heat of the moment and say, "Let's not make sexy time without double protection because I don't want to murder any babies." How about that. Of course, saying no and waiting until marriage is also an option. The preferable option.

I want to talk about country music lyrics for minute. I used to listen to country music. Sometimes I still do. The country music I know, however, come from the 50's to 70's, songs about growing up in a particular state, growing up poor, growing up in love with a gal who lives five miles up the road, growing up to regional home cooking, falling in love, heartache, fighting the man aka government, fighting in bars, fighting for love, keeping the farm, keeping the house, every day struggles, family, friends, the simple enjoyments in life, childhood memories... country music was about the part of the country the singer grew up in. Every song painted a portrait. A beautiful emotional portrait. And the best part was it didn't matter if the singer was from Mississippi and you were in Tennessee, or Minnesota, or Wyoming when you heard the song, we all still related. 

Almost Heaven, West Virginia

Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River

Life is old there, older than the trees

Younger than the mountains, growing like the breeze

Country roads, take me home

To the place I belong

West Virginia, mountain mama

Take me home, country roads

Amen, Mr. Denver. God rest you.

AND

This administration still won't release Kilmar Abrego Garcia. Still! This administration's erection for this man is... well, it's rape. They're raping his life. They're taking Garcia's life in the vilest despicable way. They're raping him. No one can call themselves a Christian and think raping an innocent man's life is acceptable. You're not a Christian if you think this administration has the right. 

AND ANOTHER THING

YES, a thousand times yes, there's a difference between Catholics and Christians. Catholics used to be Christians. They were the original Christians, but the Catholic church long ago stopped teaching the word of Christ and stopped reading from the Bible. Christ is Christianity. The same, Jesuits teach Jesus. The Catholic church stopped teaching Christ and the Bible, for reasons I don't know why, and they have become the church of Catholicism, not the church of Christ, instead teaching about saints, disciples, resurrection, God and the "holy" interpretation between anointed man and God (aka Popes, bishops, arch bishops, deacons, and priests) that protestant Christians don't believe in because the Bible and the first commandment instructs us not to. Protestants teach Christ and the Bible; that's why protestants are referred to as Christians. Christians = Christ. Jesuits = Jesus. You cannot call yourself a Christian and bow down to a man. All these politicians who claim to be Christians and literally bow down and lay hands upon (any) Pope or president cannot call themselves a Christian. Christians put their faith in Christ/God, and Christ/God alone, not man, as the Bible and first commandment instructs. I'll die a bloody violent death on this hill. Hence centuries of murders and violent bloodbath wars and after violent bloodbath wars when protestants refused to bow down to men of Catholic church power. I hope that clears things up. Come back to the Bible, Catholics. Leave the wealth and hypocrisy. Come back to your clerical vows and the church you started. -- No? Love the money too much? Oh well. What can you do. 

And God saw the wickedness of man was great in the Earth, and that every imagination of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually. 

And it repented the Lord that he had made man on Earth, and it grieved him at his heart.

-- Genesis 6:5-6 

God bless us and keep us. Amen.