People are really stupid or they be really stupid. Really? Yes. Why is that? Well, for one and this is so freaking insignificant, but one should not ever try to make dandelion anything…tea, hooch, whatever with the blossoms.

blossoms. go figure. You clowns are stoooooooooopid, and virtully ineffective and useless except perhaps for toilet paper. I doubt very much if you would be very good food for much of anything except carp. Ugh, speaking of carp.

Speaking of carp. Omg. There was this squealing brakes stop. Either brakes or squealing bladder. Not sure. On the way back to where the hell I am at the moment and of course by the very nature of anything, it is no one’s business where. We were literally driving around in circles, flipping coins as to what would be the best shit stop—I mean pit stop to stop at. I was divining, don’t ask what he was doing—probably chanting. He’s a catholic so whatever….chanting for shit food, no doubt. Pizza. hot dogs. Well, lucky us. because that is exactly what we got. SHIT food. Thinking about it makes my stomach, kidneys and all my intestinal junctions spasm.

I don’t want to get too far off base, but now I see ads telling or teaching, or wtf, let’s call it what it is, marketing advertisements to further brainwash people to get them to understand that our creator was severely flawed in making this really sharp turn in our intestines. Wow. It seems that many so-called doctors now simply cannot or will not get out of our insides and now they are hugely into poop. I think they like saying the word POOP. They have white coats on, so they MUST be doctors. You know, Hippocratic oath and all that other bullshit that we’ve been taught to believe they honor that is again, just more brainwashing, behavior modification, marketing, social pressure, and b u l l s h i t. Now it is nearly mandated. that we worship and take the word of poop doctors or ass doctors. Doctors, medical practitioners and anyone connected to or are within the medical system are hypocrites at best.

I have a question for all you nasty-assed asians out there poisoning us with your rubbish fed animals and rubbish concoctions called food: Do you color that fish you’re selling, or is the pink from anti-bacterial ingredients added to the shit you’re feeding them in an attempt to kill the actual bacteria they're eating and composed of?. Catfish. Really. Ok. I’ve had catfish and they aren’t pink. Carp are pink I suppose because they eat catfish crap and that is in their natural state. Food chain gourmets. Both are bottom feeders, which is fine as long as the bottom is not lined with hot off the press human waste

I suppose food represented as fish had to be called something and they sure were not white, so that flew out the window.

You Old Testament fuckers have literally sucked the brains out of so many of the various cucked out generations, they would literally clammer to buy anything called “Oink”, so perhaps you should call al of this rotted vomit being called random 'fish' names that instead of actual fish that used to be a regular part of the American diet. I think the store clerk that checked me out may have gotten the tartar sauce out a container marked ‘more old shit’ to give out with that crap we’re calling fish.

Ho hum. At any rate, fyi, I was a lineman for the country, or is that county. I quit that bullshit and have been a despondent for the crypt kicker courier. I have accepted a position as a freelancer for the Quixote Quantum. However, being of the ‘weaker’ sex, I have my resignation ready because I am certain I heard whispers of my job description including coffee preparation and toilet cleaning.

No worries. I won’t go hungry. Hubby spent four years in the USN cleaning toilets and guarding dumpsters, so we have accumulated an enormous sum of wampum. I would offer caution on messing with hubby since one never can be sure which personality is ‘in’ and a couple of them are downright demonic I often think of him as a drive through, a pass through or perhaps like a turnstile at a grocery store or a weigh station on the expressway. Demons literally pass through on their way to (thinking emoji). Pass through to where? Make that whear. I understand that one cannot kill demons. I think perhaps there may be truth in that. Christ did not believe in the devil. A catholic priest let that slip when most of the congregation was asleep. I wasn't sleeping at that moment and rumor has it that he did know Christ personally--as perhaps we all should. I believe he did a lot of actual studying on the side because as much as I would like to virtually kick the entire catholic church to the curb, they are not 100% rotten to the core. More like 96.47%. However, demons can be gotten rid of and that’s what it appears that a lot of peeptards need to focus on; they're OWN DEMONS. Not Trumps, or Yahoo’s. YOUR OWN. They are manifestations operating on the principle of garbage in, garbage out. It is up to each and every one of us to rid ourselves of our own 'sheeeiiit' and we do pick it up on a daily basis.

Great fun, hubby is, but he is very, very busy so do not ever present him with any story problems that have more than two sentences or a handful of options in them if there happens to be a demon or two passing through to whearever. One more pointer, do not get him going on lunch meat slicing instructions as given to deli counter people. Really. You will wish that you had not done so. If you handle money at a fast food window checkout, I may ask someone to pray for you. I am not deep into formal prayer. However, be on the lookout because he likes using people that are not up to complex dollars and cents transactions that he has had time to conjure up and he likes to present them some very weird combinations to pay for his meal as he maintains a tightly organized and expectantly neat and tidy wallet, when he dutifully tosses a bill into the plate at the catholic church on that special hour of that special day he, as properly trained, gets his card punched for making an appearance.

When they mess it up, he brutally abuses them. Not to their face, however. He waits and trashes them to me. Once in a while I give him a very swift kick in the rear end and off go several demons that may have been nesting in a free spot in his cerebral cortex. They often return, but if and when they do they have been noticeably weakened and injured by my repetitive swift kicks.

While on the subject of demons and demon possession, polyester is near next to impossible to get rid of. Much of our oils should have been left in the ground and when it comes to seed oils being used as viable oils that are basically indigestible, those should have been left alone, period. Polyester is demonic and so are seed oils. They were all created by demons. Now, if you consume seed oils regularly, you will have some sort of gastric disorder. I mean it is near to 100% guarantee on that. However, it is slow and often subtle, so just now information is leaking out regarding their harmfulness. Yes, leaking just like many of our guts our leaking. Leaky gut. A horrible thing. Parasites, waste literally leaking out of intestines that have been weakened and poisoned. It is not pretty and that it why it is not just a venal sin. Oh no, This is a mortal sin. Oh hell yes, I know all about sins and hell is way-way too good for these bastards.

"In my Father's house are many dwelling places" is a quote from John 14:2 in the Bible, where Jesus assures his followers that there is ample room in God's presence, symbolizing comfort and hope for believers. This passage emphasizes the idea that God's house is a place of welcome and belonging. I am not sure why this is comforting if someone or many someones have been literally trying to destroy God's work from A to Z. Seriously. It is preposterous. Well, sure...I would imagine God will be there with what might seem like some pretty tough luv.

Some of our least brilliant minds are working hard at disposing of polyester so that we do not have to eat it. They are now trying to burn it. It is very toxic. It smells like shit and fills the air with an odor that might almost smell as bad as burning flesh. That is what I thought it was at first being as so many people are dying and the crematoriums are booked, or ‘slammed’ like everyone else that is actually performing a necessary job. We may all be closer to the EARTH than ever, composed of all sorts of rubbish instead of stardust, as we began.

The phrase "In my Father's house are many dwelling places" comes from John 14:2 in the Bible. This statement is made by Jesus during his final

I suppose the smell of burning flesh part is that the oils of the fabric have often been mixed through the decades with the actual organic oils of the wearer and I will say that beat has a much longer life expectance than say cotton, linen or wool. These fabrics are actually bio-degrade. Tey are from the earth and so they return to the earth. They do not mix as easily with human body oils and/or other emulsions that seem to have also taken over the hoooman existence. Y’all really don’t stink quite as bad as you may believe. I mean a few of you do, but not all of you..

This, of course, was their end goal so that is what again? So that God won’t know who we are. These clowns are stupider than IDK what. Personally, in so may ways, I love it when mere mortals actually believe that they can outsmart the creator and the divinity that created everything while they were simply a waiting pile of fecal matter. There are so many crimes against not just humanity, but creation itself.

TERMINAL PSYCHOSIS. It is contagious.

Bye now. As always, it has been fun.

And here it is Easter weekend already. Oh I know that there may be many that wish to call it something else, but for now Easter will work.

Easter was always my favorite holiday. Not because of the candy, but because it usually meant spring had either arrived or was just around the corner. To see flowers springing up from the ground and to feel and smell the air, which I have to say that if it was warm outside, say sixty degrees or more, the air would usually be filled with the smells of the early flowers and in particular, the daffodils. Whatever was blooming and many flowering trees both fruit and ornamental fruit trees were close to budding it was a lovely time of year and a really good time to celebrate the resurrection of Christ. Literally, His resurrection was everywhere. For me it was and also for me the last place I ever celebrated Christ's resurrection was inside of a stuffy, creepy church made of brick and mortar and filled with people that yah...hahaha...may have had their Easter bonnets upon their little noggins. I was not then and I am still not one to celebrate anything natural, such as spring or the creator as I understand the divine, inside of a stinking church. Way too much perfume, hairspray, and now any sort of mass chemically clothed and vaccinated gathering would probably put me into a coma.

Outside was the place to be after the meal with the family or families and outside was where it was happening and still is, btw, except once again the weather messers are trying their level best to ruin being outside. I did read yesterday about a company called Stardust or Stardust's and they are adding crap to the air and dispersing it through jet streams or for all I know smaller prop planes. I knew the sun had magically gotten almost painful if not for sure BLINDING and I actually did not believe it was my eyes. (My eyes! My eyes!) This was confirmed by an article/video announcing that there are now 'particles', reflective particles that are being added to the atmosphere that make the sunlight brighter than ever before.

This is so shoddy and underhanded. I suggested a few remedies, which I won't bother repeating here except stopping was one and hanging was probably another and then I may have mentioned something about 'dragging' these people behind 18-wheelers for roughly 25 miles on old broken pavement of asphalt. Ok. That is my position and I am not wavering from it.

I'll add that people seem to have gotten 'more religious' for some strange reason. Whether it is the poison that is everywhere and in everything or whether it is something else that is stimulating the need to honor or celebrate something larger than the super-egos that so many people have developed over the last few decades, I cannot say. I suspect it is the poisoning because super-egos are really difficult to smooth over and even more difficult to 'ditch' or conceal for much longer than a holiday season or simply a holiday. and many professional 'kneelers' and church goers are people that hold what they believe as 'powerful' positions in their 'churches' and I often question their humility which of course is a prerequisite for accepting Christ as either your pilot or copilot and at times, the positions are difficult to distinguish between.

Happy Easter Y'all. I'll definitely be out-of-doors this weekend celebrating the resurrection and spring.

So here we are, many of us, perhaps most of us still reeling or perhaps delighting in the halftime performance during the Super Bowl (or my father used to call it: The Stupid Bowl) of a couple of disgusting queers working it out and getting paid for it on worldwide networks via television, cable, whatever.

I am delighted to say that I did not see it. I saw a still of it. That was enough for me.

This is media, people. Media. Media owned and operated by the demonic. It is as simple as that. You can watch it, or you can not watch it. Those simple rules of engagement have not changed. You can protest, whine, do whatever, but the ONLY way to stop it is NOT TO ENGAGE IN IT. However, along with every other tenant that is ignored, simple rules of how to stay safe, sane, clean, IDK, the list goes on. The rules have not changed and they are not going to. One either chooses to watch this demonic display or they choose not to. If enough people continue to watch it, which in fact is a passive ~ aggressive sort of way to 'engage' but wear a disgusted look as though they are somehow an ascendent sort of person that postures themselves as above the entire affair, the bar will continue to be lowered. Lower and lower and lower. It seems that is what some are waiting for. They perhaps are testing the divine instead of grasping that it is the opposite that is in play.

I listened to a short portion of a radio program this afternoon quite by chance because I was driving and well, many of you know how really deranged the dashboard of automobiles are in that radio stations are either set for those that listen to certain programs or it is a pot luck for those that don't. I am a pot-lucker, not pot licker, although I have been known to .. you know, lick my ice cream bowl when no one is looking. With a touch screen while driving at any speed, finding a station is literally a 'hit and miss' sort of experience. Artificial intelligence was the subject.

The host and the guest were speaking as though they were flies on flypaper; helpless naive babes in the woods. It was kind of stupid and designed deliberately to further the case of artificial intelligence as though it was something that was brand new. The guest was so very concerned that people (gasp) people would soon not be able to recognize reality from that which was not reality. GASP! gasp, gasp. oh my G O S H. Listen boneheads, not too many actually live in realville any longer.

Hollywood was and still is phony. and has been forever. The name might be better if changed to Follywood.

Anyone that believes nothing is being done or worse yet, nothing is going on, are insane. However, everyone has to do their part. Be part of the solution or be part of the problem. It is a choice, it is not free will. If you are on the wrong side, you have made a choice. You have made the wrong choice.

I suggest that everyone turn off the media. Period. You are quite ill however, you can and will recover if you can stay away from the media. ALL MEDIA. If y'all are having difficulty recognizing real from unreal...that is a serious mental illness. There are a few different names and classifications. If there are symptoms that develop that cause you to be a threat to yourselves and/or others, you need to be on some sort of MEDICATION that will help you separate those things that are real from those things that are not real.

Be careful, take care. Try to make good choices. You may be more fucked up than you think or believe. We are in the middle of a media induced psychotic pandemic and if you do not turn the fucking media off for good and stay the hell away from it as much as possible, things are only going to get worse. The devil or evil does not need permission...only acceptance.

This is a bad bunny. It is about to toss trash into the street without a care. People need to be cautious of references that usually belong to children or are 'normally' or more frequently used in a way that is not disgustingly or demonically perverted, such as that Frisco queer at halftime calling itself Bad Bunny.

My day began early with a headache. These weather messers (see how I didn't say fucker-arounders?) think the only thing they are killing are the citrus and other crops. Well, honyos...guess what else they are killing? You. Me. Your children, your pets, nature and that includes just about everything except perhaps all the manmade shit on this planet. However, in the end I suppose it will BURN nicely.

Apparently this time around it is the Chinese. So again or still, it is the deep state. That is a nice term for satanic demon worshipers and right now at this point, if I have to point out a single nation, it would not be accurate. I did point out the other day that it was not wise for the Chinese to compete with the jews, but you know what? As usual, no one listens to me. That's okay. It is more fun when they don't. I believe everything will burn rather nicely for a very long time. I like fire. What's not to like about fire?

From my recent understanding, we are now going to do onto them as they are doing onto us. I mean why not? If you stop to think about the history on this, a country or a people cannot be treasonous bastards, sell out to a nation like China and not expect them to get pissed when we try to recover and take stuff back. Ya know? Push comes to shove. And I am not on their side, but be logical. Every action has a consequence. I am fairly certain that we asked nicely for them to give our stuff back and offered them reasonable options, but...well...IDK Some people's kids are complete fucking morons.

However, that is not my main beef this morning. Beef. That could be my main beef. Beef. It is somewhat unfortunate that so many peep-tards are lulled or raised in such poor and depraved circumstances that they believe the food(s) they are eating is still good or even food. Now it is no longer beef, it is all meats. I ate at a restaurant, if you want to call it that. I'm not going to name it because it is a waste of time and it might actually generate business for them from people that enjoy eating entrails, or tripe. This crap was so over-spiced, but that's the way a lot of morons like their entrails. That way they can pretend it is meat. The over-spicing began ... (thinking emoji)...at least 15-20 years ago. It began at a wonderful store called Kroger. That name I will have no problem mentioning. They know it, I know it. Others know that they began adding sodium to their meats and boasting of it on the label as though it was a good thing. You know? A real time saver. Saving people time adding their own salt. Salt. Not sodium. Is there a difference? Who cares and yes, but it depends and everything is relative according to the morons that are adding crap to foods.

Did I do anything about it? Oh yes, yes I did about as much as I could. At the time, young people that would be working in the meat department before it turned noticeably browner and browner, these younger people knew it was crap. No, they did not say that, but when I said it was crap, they nodded. (not all young people are dumbasses usually it is just the ones that don't have a job and sit at their computers all day).. in silent agreement pointing out where the better meats could be found.

I'll keep this short because I understand how short most of your attention span has become. Also, your IQ's are probably reducing by the day, perhaps as fast as by the hour. lol. Man are you ever getting stupid.

Once people become brainwashed or accustomed to eating shit and calling it good, or no longer even noticing, they...and you all have to know who they are and if you don't? Read a few passages from the bible...the stuff in red. Jesus knew who 'they' were and lol perhaps you should, too.

Anyhoo, 'they' can and are literally sticking this crap labeled as pure this and pure that and in truth, there is little truth except for those that still have a little integrity left. Do not count on any government agency saving or protecting you either. Those people that are actually working hard TAKING OUT THE GARBAGE are still doing just that and the government ship sailed about 40-50 years ago. You are on your own and your nanny switched sides when you weren't looking.

'They' can are are literally serving up not just at restaurants but also at the grocery stores a lot of s h i t e that is not or has not ever been classified as food in this country. So eat your vittles and, "Tripe is the edible lining from the stomachs of various farm animals, primarily cattle and sheep. It can also refer to something that is considered worthless or of poor quality." I am sorry to add that at this juncture where one believe that the bottom has been hit, tripe may now not always be from four legged animals...if you get my drift. Now this definition is Wikipedia's and you know Wikipedia is global. So the word 'edible' might need to be qualified by whoever wants to eat linings and entrails and call it edible. Edible by WHOM?

Bye-bye and bon appetite.

Strolling through my news feed this morning

I happened upon a post which struck a cord. It struck a few cords as I do have a creative mind which moves around through memories. Some are more interesting than others; some more relevant.. It depends on the weather, the time of day, or perhaps even the time of man...or the time of woman.

I am diligently working toward senility being as that I was born old, it is not difficult. Any hoo, It was about scoobie, doobie, dooo, which like a scamp, I did revise it in a comment regarding the new (laugh track) Bruce Springsteen song commemorating two people that were attempting to impede justice or the law and got severalty injured. I'll leave it at that because my ramblings are not at all about either person nor is it about Bruce Springsteen.

I did my usual momentary hesitation, commented, and then searched for a video of the late, great Frank Sinatra, who actually if not coined scoobie, doobie, dooo, made it a generational phrase that fans or cronies of Frank used whenever they felt like perhaps a bit of comic relief. I picked a YouTube video of what should have been a command performance of Strangers In the Night. I watched it once and I posted it along with my comment. You know? Comic relief. For some reason I go back and watch it a second time. Yeah, well, then a third and a fourth, and perhaps even five times I watched the video.

Then I am curious as to the date and many videos now on differing platforms do not put the dates. I find the irritating, but who cares. Rhetorical. I do. If I am looking for a date and it is not there, I care and I find it rude that a lot of things are no longer dated. I actually get letters from financial institutions that are not dated. I think that is a bit stupid, but lately a lot of things are stupid, so again. who cares. This video is or was dated 1982. Thank you to whomsoever decided the date was relevant. The date may mean something only to me at the moment and I am not going into any sort of conspiracy at this time because again, I do not care. I am busy with other things.

The point is that the King of scoobie, doobie, doo was attempting on a few occasions, some more subtle than others to que the orchestra into speeding up the tempo and coming on stronger with the sound. Each time, the orchestra ignored him entirely. He was visibly irritated. Who wouldn't be? The orchestra was whisper quiet most of the time and Frank is or was a big band entertainer. His voice, his song, his tempo, everything about him is or was big band...not quiet little mousey flutists doing Tchaikovsky.

I have to run an errand. I will return, maybe. Here is the link. If this draws a lot of attention, I am sure they ...you know, "they" will take it down and put something else up. So, fly now and pay later. Again, if they take it down you will have to take my word for it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZwAERaRUsp0