Thingy

  Hey, nothing like a passive aggressive, guilt tripping message to try to get me to pay for a subscription.  Funny how they know how many articles I have read in the past year but don't seem to recall I was a paying reader up until last month. They claim to be free and independent, they rely on the reader to keep them afloat. Well then explain to me, oh, Guardian, why is it that when I try to read an article, a giant fucking ad is shoved in my face? Oh, and I have noticed you leaning to the right lately in your articles. When I cancelled my subscription, you, or an AI generated nosy body asked why I was leaving, so I told you. Three words. You. Sold. Out.  So don't give me this bullshit passive aggressive mind game. Go ahead and keep track of how many articles I read. That's just another reason I'm going to do it because how dare you fucking keep track of what I decide to read! I'm going to give you the finger as I use your sources for information. Incredibly, The ...

Back in August I decided to try and get healthier. It had nothing to do with my doctor bitching at me. Okay, it did a little. It hurt my feelings but I knew she was right. I don't want to be like my parents who were suffering from illnesses that would eventually do them in after a few more years. They were the same age I am now when their health became a downward spiral. They weren't exactly health conscious in their lives. Both were smokers and kept Old Style beer in business. I never saw my mother do any exercise. She was what you call skinny fat. Women who are thin but have zero muscle. Look at movies from the 40's and 50's, you'll see what I mean. Dad got some exercise by mowing our huge lawn and tending his vegetable garden, but he smoked unfiltered Camels since he was fourteen.  In August I decided to completely cut out sugar, which for me was like a friend dying. A bitch friend who wanted to kill me, but I loved her. It really hasn't been as hard as I tho...

 How? How is it possible to spend $9 million dollars on crab and lobster  in one month? I've been lying in bed, not ready to face another day with the circus act in attendance. It would be truly funny except for the part where the current administration keeps killing innocent people. So, in order to remain somewhat sane, I think about the day Pete Hegseth stands before a judge for sentencing after he has been convicted of crimes against humanity. In my head, as he stands before a female judge, his squishy face and red rimmed eyes trying to impart daggers, still defiant, unwilling to accept any responsibility for his part in the near demise of our constitution, the judge stares him down. She decides to skip the usual pre sentence admonishments because it's just a waste of time. Especially when every single minion who did the bidding of the orange man has used the excuse, "I was only doing what I was ordered to do." They all believed it was their, 'get out of jail,...

  I just had a PTSD moment. I just read this article in 'The Guardian,' about the orange man selling Florsheim shoes to his bros. It triggered a childhood memory of my Dad selling the same brand shoes to his buddies at the local tavern. By day he was a postal carrier, by night, a shoe salesman. I don't think he made a load of money selling shoes. It was just a side hustle he probably started so he could buy collectible coins. I'm pretty sure my mother never saw a dime from his sales and I believe the shoes were made for men only.** Apparently, Trump loves this brand and his inner male circle all wear them, because  you do what Donald wants. A few are quite unhappy with having to trade in their Louboutin for a Florsheim, which run about $135 a pair. I guess that's cheap. I don't pay more than $40 for shoes, so what do I know? Dad sold shoes out of a catalog and they were nowhere near $135. I find it kind of amusing that Trump and Dad have a connection. Amusing i...

  I'm confused and I'm not alone. But, when the leader of this country is confused, I'm seriously pissed off because no one can explain why we are in Iran. I've heard it was because the people of Iran asked for our help. Another reason floating around is that Trump's son in law has plans to rebuild what we destroy. So, money. Although, ya can't rebuild children. To Trump and friends, they're just collateral damage. Of course, oil is another possibility. Putin in Trump's ear is another possibility. Who the fuck knows!? Oh, let's not forget the ever popular Epstein distraction. No one is forgetting Epstein. We may have a pedophile protection club circling the wagons around their man. They probably realize it's too late to back out, even knowing he is a demented old man who is no longer capable of a lucid thought. So they must lie for him until the very end. We, the people, must now rely on outsiders to seek the truth and to expose Trump as the ugly...

  I must be getting senile. I know I wrote an entire post about my very short time with the Girl Scouts. Mom wasn't exactly reliable getting me to scout meetings where we made aprons and stuff for our future as wives of boy scouts, who are no longer called boy scouts. I think they tried to be more inclusive by calling themselves, 'Just Scouts,' or something inoffensive, like, 'The Guilt Tripped Ass Kissers.' It didn't please Pete Hegseth at all. How dare the boys club include girls and gays! Boy Scouts were for grooming young boys to become raping old scouts who knew where to find their victims. They were also taught how to survive in a jungle and make ship's knots, as if that would ever come along in real life. Well, Pete won't be happy to learn the little ladies came up with a scathingly brilliant idea. Sell their high priced, cardboard tasting cookies to drug users. Sorry, kids, cannabis is a drug, legal or not. At least the girl scouts went the legal...