A Wee Bonny Saturday in the Hinterlands

I received a text from my sister in the middle of the night that my birth mother has suffered what appear to be a series of mini strokes.

I’m not ready to let go of her. Not in any way. This is making me so sad. She is only 74. But she has been a drinker and smoker her whole life and likely will never give it up. If it makes her life comfortable to her, familiar to her, then I would never ask her to give these things up.

However….

So I am feeling pretty sad today, gang. I don’t know how I will handle it if she also dies this year. Or any time soon. I guess we will see.

me cherie — Me with Cherie, my birth mom, back in the 1980s.

Meanwhile.

There were more records unsealed in the E p st e *n – Max w e l l p e do phil e case yesterday. And also information regarding the D O J having had enough evidence against them many years ago to take them down, but they chose not to…. Hmmmm.

Blackmail runs far and deep, I guess. Too bad an untold number of child ren had to get raped, tor tur ed and mur der ed while the D O J did nothing (except participate, I guess).

There was promising news from Ch * r lie W *r d yesterday, that allegedly the U S m* litary is hard at work on developing their own process, in conjunction with MED BED technology, that will reverse the damage done by the m R N A fake vaxes. This is very very good news. Let’s hope it is accurate.

And here are 3 minutes of video that will be worth your time to watch. It’s that footage of the Health Department person in Denmark, passing out and falling to the floor in the middle of a press conference, banning the Astro Zen vax for causing bl o od clo ts. But be sure to keep watching, because it also includes news footage from OAN explaining in detail that only 6% of deaths reported as caused by C* VID were actually caused by C* VID. As we know, doctors and hospitals got rewarded financially for reporting a death as C * VID. (i.e., often a $20,000 bonus per death from the C A R ES A C T, alone. Not counting $39,000 per C*VID death on a ventilator.)

All right. I’m going to close this. I’m not in the best frame of mind right now. Thanks for visiting, though. It looks like a lovely Saturday out there today. I hope it’s similar where you are. I leave you with my breakfast-listening music from this morning. The classic masterpiece, “The Boxer,” by Simon & Garfunkel, from 1969. Thanks for visiting, gang. I love you guys. See ya.

The Boxer

I am just a poor boy, though my story’s seldom told
I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises
All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest, hmmmm

When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station, runnin’ scared, laying low
Seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know

Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie, liela lie la lie la lie, la la lie la lie

Asking only workman’s wages, I come lookin’ for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there, lalalalalalala

Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie, la la lie la lie

And I’m laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone
Goin’ home
Where the New York City winters aren’t bleedin’ me
Leadin’ me
Goin’ home

In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down or cut him
‘Til he cried out in his anger and his shame
“I am leaving, I am leaving”, but the fighter still remains

Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie, la la lie la lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie, la la lie la lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
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Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie, la la lie la lie
I love you