"That Could Never Happen Here!!"

 

Never.  

In keeping with the Warp Speed mentality, the government is combining 4, 5, and 6 to get Americans back to (the New) Normal.

Out, Damned Spot!

 This is not a reasoned, reasonable post. It will be dripping with venom.  You have been warned.

Every single person who turns a blind eye to the treasonous actions of the PedOTUS and his handlers now leaves bloody handprints. Blood from every soldier, every civilian, every ally and helper, every woman, every dog, cat, and child. I won't say "who voted for him," because everyone knows the election was rigged. But the result was heralded as "Orange Man GONE!" 

Orange Man, accused of every crime actually committed by his accusers. This is SOP for sociopaths. And all of the players are sociopaths, make no mistake about that.

Owned by a foreign government - check

Rigging elections - check

Stealing - check

Sex crimes - check

Killing Americans - check

Inciting violence - check

Oppressing and threatening dissenters - check

There are so many more, but I'll put these most heinous crimes forward.

Many in this country, including my own daughter, are responsible. The blood is drying and cracking on their hands. But they are not troubled by the blood; they cannot see it, since their eyes are riveted to screens that feed into their atrophied brains all the "information" they are supposed to accept.

There is no hope, and those of us who speak logic and knowledge of history are mocked. As were those who saw the same thing happening in their own nations.

I personally and unapologetically hope for a military coup. It's time to end this nation, and rebuild.

If You Could See What I See

Sometimes I wish I believed in something.  Science or religion, left or right, bleeding heart or hardened soul.  It would be easier to believe in something so strongly that every other belief was laughable to me, worthy of derision and even hate.


But I don't.  I'm damned to see it all.  The ever-present patterns of everything.  I know that there is no absolute truth, no one way things should be.  I know that everything that is called "truth" is filtered through someone's belief, and is therefore flawed.

I know we're hurtling toward destruction.  And I know that people on either side will blame the other.  I know that, like humans, nations have a finite life.  Nothing lasts forever, not even the granite of the mountains.


It is because others cannot see these patterns that they dance these patterns.  Sometimes I see that they hold the strings moving them, sometimes I see that there are people who, like me, can understand the patterns and are moved to use them.  Faceless Directors just off the Stage on which we are all but Players.


Oh, how I wish I were as blind as most.  I wish I could believe in something.


But I don't.  I cannot.  I can only know that all the divergent beliefs play to the patterns.  And that everything ends eventually, and always because of beliefs and divisions.

I'm BAAAAAAACK!

This has to be a record. But I have been busy ranting on FB, so I haven't come here to unload.

Now FB is basically a minefield of leftist censorship. I shut that down, much to the dismay of a family member. Oddly enough, nobody else cares, because my rants were getting brutal.

So, let's play catchup. I returned to my career as a nurse, and saw my mother through her dying process. She died September 9, 2019. On her death, her middle daughter tried to act as though she and I hadn't been at bloody war for years. I didn't accept the olive branch. She can die as she lives, by domestic violence or drugs and alcohol.

My daughter moved out and now lives with friends. I'm happy for her, and especially happy that she is working double-shifts by schedule because of short-staffing.

Politically, everything is shit. Congress prevented Trump from accomplishing anything by running impeachment trials every time he farted in the Oval Office. All of them failed. They also destroyed the economy by shutting down businesses over the entire nation and made people dependent on handouts. Essentially, nobody wants to work anymore, even though every single business is begging for help.

I'll go through each of these more in-depth in future posts.

And during the Congress-created hysteria, we nurses were called "heroes." I knew that was bullshit from the start. Pet the dog. Good Girl/Boy. 

Now we and all healthcare workers are dogshit on the sidewalk, to be stepped around and bitched about.

And finally, for this post, the Democrats worked out the bugs in their system to steal elections, and a lying, racist pedophile was elected. The dismantling of our rights and of this country are on schedule.

Everything is destroyed, and I'm sick of it.

To be continued...

Cricket, Cricket...

It's been a long time.  As is usual with me.

The root problem (at least what I'll lay the blame on) is that my computer finally went black-screen.  The computer functions, but the monitor doesn't, and it's one of those all-in-ones.  I will eventually get a monitor to hook up to the computer, but for now, I'm swiping my daughter's gaming computer.  One of her FOUR computers.

Sometimes she looks like a NASA control-room engineer.

Anyway, it took this old woman a while to navigate through and find I could pick up blogging on this computer.  Plus I've been editing for a friend and trying to become a full-time sweepstaker, or sweeper.  And doing my own writing, which, frankly, has trickled away to nothing.

Meanwhile, all the topics about which I wish to rant are swirling 'round in my head.  Again, as noted on the second post here, things happen so quickly that, by the time I can sit down, it's old news and something else is enraging me.

I'm going to have to sort, list, prioritize, and schedule all the rants.

Be afraid, be very afraid...

Pots and Kettles, Kettles and Pots

I was tempted to post something on my Facebook about people being unable to see that their worldview is flawed.




But I knew that. almost immediately, many of my friends would leap on it, agreeing with nods so vigorous they might dislocate their cervical vertebrae.  All while being unable to see that they are my targets.  Inadvertently, but the model all the same.

Because nobody -- nobody -- can see their own reflection in the mirror I hold up.  People live their beliefs, those things they were taught long before they were able to form logical thought.


Oh, and logic is flawed, also.  Because it is taught inside a narrow corridor.  It has to follow laws and rules as rigid as any religion.


I have no superiority complex, I assure you.  I know that the way I see the world is filtered through my experiences and mood.


But we, as a species, are not one bit more elevated or civilized than our ancestors, who burned people, who stole whatever they wanted because they were "right" and the people they ran over were "wrong," primitive, savage.  It doesn't matter what the religion or belief.  Anybody could be raised in some other belief, and would be certain that their belief, their structure, their people were in the right in everything.


So I could post something on Facebook, and within seconds, it would receive likes galore.  And not one person would understand that it was also meant for them.

Because inside of a month, those twenty would have developed divisions, clans, and territories.  It is the way of humans.


And the reason we will never have peace on this planet or any other.

You're Specialer

I'm an animal-lover.  Way more than I'm a human-lover.  Especially those animals designated, bred, and recognized as pets or companions.


It hurts my heart that pets are killed daily in shelters because people don't want them.  Well, that and the fees to adopt have gone up into the hundreds of dollars.  Most people can't afford that, even if they would be the best pet-parents in the world.


So when a "special" animal makes national news, through abandonment and/or abuse, I should be ecstatic that so many people come forward wanting to give the cat, kitten, dog, or puppy a loving home.


But when they fail to become the proud new parents, do they go down to their local shelters and adopt?


I doubt it.


The "special" animal is a totem, a beacon to humanity.  They also become trophies.  They have worth not because they are pets, but because they are famous.  The more damaged they are, the more famous.


No shelter throwaway would bring that kind of attention to the new owner.


And that is what hurts my heart just as much.  The animal is only a vase, a piece of jewelry,  a new high-end car.  "Specialer" than some mutt in a pen.  Like a Cadillac is more impressive than a Ford Escort.