Mama, Look Sharp!

Yes, there is indeed a war going on, gang. And the casualties are increasing,  everywhere.

I forgot to mention this yesterday, but it is important: there is currently an 800% up-spike in Fentanyl deaths in the US. 

STAY AWAY FROM STREET DRUGS, people!! They are spiked with Fentanyl, coming up through the southern border. It’s no joke. They are putting Fentanyl in everything.

(Loyal readers of this lofty blog no doubt recall that I loved Tom Petty and even he died from an accidental Fentanyl overdose, back in 2017.  As far as I know, his wife still doesn’t know where he got the drugs from, since he was bedridden with a completely fractured hip when he went into cardiac arrest. He was alone in the bedroom and he was taking prescription pharmaceuticals for pain, but not Fentanyl, and still it was Fentanyl that killed him… I believe Fentanyl is a weapon, gang. I just do.) (Yes, being a hardcore conspiracy theorist, I believe Tom Petty was murdered, too. I just can’t put my finger on how or why…)

Anyway. Yes, there is a war on and it seems to be climbing to some sort of fevered pitch, worldwide.

Also, UFO sightings are off the charts now, too. If you follow King John Smarty on  t  e  le   g  r am, as I do, you will see tons of phone-made videos of UFOs every day and every night, from all over the world.

The videos that make it on to the M S  M news are the videos that I trust least — not that they might not be “real,” I just question the agenda behind anything M S M broadcasts, even F  O  X. You know: Of all the videos out there, why are they picking that one video? And they almost always have ridiculously contrived commentary to go along with it — an attempt to build hysteria or something.

I realize that some commentators, i.e., Tu cker C ar lson, are just trying to wake everyone the fuck up already. The rest of them are just trying to get those of us who are already awake to throw the fuck up, at least during the hours when we’re not trying to sleep.

Which reminds me — I got the correct CBD oil yesterday and slept like a wee bonny babe again last night. Yay.

Also, I’m completely not in the e  l o n mu sk camp, gang. Something is up there. Either he’s a puppet, or CGI, or both. OR maybe even something I haven’t even heard of yet. But I’m not in the pro- e  l on  m u sk ballpark.  For now, all dogecoin thoughts must cease.

There were a few great videos last night; inspiring, encouraging, informative — they are below, as always.

And Nick Cave sent out a Red Hand File yesterday that I just loved.  I always enjoy all of his RHFs, but this was one of those rare ones that I actually viscerally related to — about the art and the artist; good vs. evil; hope, the moon, the world.

You can read it here.

Yes, there is a world wide war going on. And I took that same [17]-related oath that G en F  l y  n and his family took after he was pardoned. And I will continue to gather information and put it out there as close to every day as I can possibly manage. When my mom died, I needed to take a couple days off. Otherwise, I try to post every piece of info that I find that I feel will be relevant to at least one of my readers.

Some mornings, I wake up and think that not too much happened during the night and so maybe I don’t need to post… and then suddenly, a podcast pops up that relates something astounding and I’m back in front of the computer.

But, man, do I wish I had free time to be creative again. I know those days will return.  I’m hoping soon, but who really knows, right? But I see all these other folks on Instagram, being so creative and having fun and actually traveling and going places and getting their fake vaxes and acting like they have lives and I’m, like, WTF? Right? How is that happening? There’s a fucking war on!!

I’m either at my laptop or on my phone, gathering info constantly. Or I’m at the health food store, constantly passing on information to try to help people stay alive during all this insanity bombarding us day and night.

And even though there are only 4 of us who work at the store  (not counting the owner), I am the only one who is always there, whenever the store is open. (Because I’m the only one who doesn’t have either a pension or a husband’s income to help support me. I am literally flat broke.) (Just FYI –  working in a health food store is not a viable way to earn an actual living. However, in lieu of having my other life back, it is really, really fulfilling.)

I make a fraction of the money I used to make before all this started last year. I now pay maybe 60% of the bills I owe every month, and each month it gets worse. I have no clue how I make it through each day, let alone each month, but I do. And I’m usually pretty darn happy by the end of each day. I really am. And even though I’m often tired, I wake up each day, feeling confident that I’m supposed to be here on Earth right now.

And we have “sort of” officially done away with the m* sk mandate here in Ohio. It is official on June 2nd, but most people who come into the health food store have already done away with their stupid fucking m*sks!! Yay. The smiles I saw on people yesterday, wow. Not to mention the customers that I have been helping for months now — I can finally see their entire faces. It’s so weird, you know? I “recognize” them but I never knew what they really looked like!!

So that kind of joy is really awesome. At least we have come that far. 

But something else that happened yesterday that struck me as incredibly strange: A woman mentioned to me that she was having a big outdoor party for her daughter’s high school graduation this coming weekend, and that they were having a cookout, and a taco bar, and all that fun stuff.

And it occurred to me that, aside from being a vegetarian, which cancels out most “outdoor cookout” foods for me; my diet has basically become nothing but superfoods.

It’s too fucking weird. I can’t imagine ever dating anyone, ever again. Who the heck could even have a meal with me these days, right?  In addition to the basic vitamin & mineral supplements that most people take, I drink the diatomaceous earth with activated charcoal powder every day, and I take the colloidal silver. AND:

    • matcha
    • maca
    • cacao
    • spirulina
    • goji berries
    • moringa
    • a powder of 10 of the super mushrooms with adaptogens
    • more organic seeds and nuts than you can even imagine
    • 1 orange
    • 1 apple
    • organic blueberries and strawberries
    • organic Greek yogurt
    • an organic juice blend of tart cherry, pomegranate, red grape, and cranberry
    • 1 avocado 
    • turmeric powder
    • beetroot
    • garlic
    • ginger
    • coconut
    • organic spinach, arugula, tomatoes, carrots, celery
    • organic herbs that I grow myself
    • organic sprouts that I grow myself
    • Zero filtered water
    • pine needle tea (!!!!!)

Okay, gang???? EVERY FUCKING DAY I eat or drink all of that stuff! Every day. What the fuck is a “cookout”?? Who knows!!

(Oh, and I shower with pine tar soap! It’s my new favorite thing!! Even though I have accumulated tons of other bathing products from France that actually smell nice…)

When did my life get so fucking weird??!!

But I’m healthy. And I have an amazingly de-calcified pineal gland. You wouldn’t believe it! Seriously.

Customers come in to the store and I not only remember who they are but also what they want and why they want it and what they were looking for when they called two weeks prior and spoke to me over the phone — they say, “Wow, you have a good memory.”

And each of my co-workers glances knowingly at me because they know that I have the cleanest diet imaginable and I am off the charts insane.

It’s too funny.

But it sure will be nice when this war is over and I can go back to sitting at my desk and writing a short story or  some sort of wonderfully experimental novel that no one will read…

Okay!!! I gotta get to the laundry here, folks. Have a great Thursday, wherever you are in the world. Thanks for visiting, gang. I love you guys. See ya!

Momma Look Sharp

Momma, hey momma
Come lookin’ for me
I’m here in the meadow
By the red maple tree

 

Momma, hey momma
Look sharp, here I be
Hey, hey
Momma, look sharp

Them soldiers, they fired
Oh, ma, did we run
But then we turned ’round
And the battle begun

Then I went under
Oh, ma, am I done?
Hey, hey
Momma, look sharp

My eyes are wide open
My face to the sky
Is that you I’m hearin’
In the tall grass nearby?

Momma, come find me
Before I do die
Hey, hey
Momma, look sharp

 

I’ll close your eyes, my Billy
Them eyes that cannot see
And I’ll bury ya, my Billy
Beneath the maple tree

[COURIER]
And never again
Will you whisper to me
Hey, hey
Oh, Momma, look sharp

 
© 1969 Sherman Edwards, Peter Stone

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