Happy Sunday, gang.

Wow.

It is just so beautiful here today –again. It’s hard to believe that we’re supposed to go back down to freezing temperatures in a few days, but I guess that’s just April for you. The cruellest month…

Not much to report here. It feels so strange – suddenly having so much free room in my brain to start focusing on my writing again. It’s like going up into an attic and discovering a trunk full of personal papers written by one of your ancestors, because you can’t remember writing all this stuff yourself. It feels so long ago.

3 years.

I’m also getting slowly back to keeping a journal — a thing that fell by the wayside when I started to keep online journals back in the late 90s (eventually it was called “blogging”). Up until then, though, I wrote daily in a journal. I have 47 of them — hardbound journals — just documenting my life & mind through the early 1980s up to the late 1990s.

That’s a lot of documenting.

My journals were notorious. Everyone knew I kept them. “You better not be writing about this in your journal,” people would warn me.

“Too late,” I’d assure them. “But I didn’t use your full name. Just your initial.”

Anyway. A lot of amazing stuff happened last Saturday, when I took my “day trip.” And I want to make sure everything that revolves around it gets put into a journal. I don’t want to forget this stuff. Ever.

Okay. So.

This was heartbreaking. In the old days (40 years ago, when I was young), the LGBT community was the most supportive community you could imagine. It truly was. Now the loudest majority of it is mostly militant and toxic and “programmed.” These stories just broke my heart. Not just the stories themselves, but the fact that these people — human beings, I might add — have nowhere to go, accept to places like tiktok, to get support if they want to de-transition.

DETRANSITIONERS ARE TRYING TO WARN US – THIS IS THE LIVING HELL THEY ARE GOING THROUGH (14 mins):

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I have always supported James O’Keefe and his amazing efforts to get the truth into the light, but I was not sure what he thought he could accomplish by going after Dylan Mulvaney in the Four Seasons Hotel the other day in Los Angeles.

What does Dylan Mulvaney have to do with allegedly trans women (convicted rapists) being put into women’s prisons and raping them? She did a Bud Light commercial…

And I have to say, in all honesty, I was really impressed with Dylan’s outfit. I really was. It was straight out of a “That Girl” TV episode from, like, 1967 or something. Especially the hairstyle.

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MEL K & STEVE FRIEND | FBI WHISTLEBLOWER STANDS BY HIS OATH TO THE CONSTITUTION, GOD & COUNTRY (57 mins):

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QSI WEEKLY PANEL CALL WITH CHARLIE WARD – THE STRAWMAN & CORPORATIONS (1 hr):

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CHARLIE WARD INSIDERS 15.04.23 WITH GREAT INTEL. (1 hr):

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Very informative, if you enjoy gardening!!

Sanity4Sweden – TOMATO – THIS IS HOW I DO IT NOW (5 mins):

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Neutral Swiss – BREAKING: Dr. Robert Young & klanmother :karenann – Pfizer Genocide? (45 mins):

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And that’s kind of it for today, gang.

Enjoy your beautiful Sunday, wherever you are in the world.

Thanks for visiting!

I love you guys. See ya!

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Some just-hanging-out-in-my-room-late-at-night music!! Such a gem. I understand this song better, year by year, folks. I really do.

CSN&Y – “Teach Your Children” — their monster hit from 1970. Enjoy!!

Teach Your Children

You, who are on the road
Must have a code
That you can live by
And so become yourself
Because the past is just a goodbye

Teach your children well
Their father’s hell
Did slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they pick’s
The one you’ll know by

Don’t you ever ask them, “Why?”
If they told you, you would cry
So, just look at them and sigh
And know they love you

And you of tender years (Can you hear and do you care)
Can’t know the fears (And can you see)
That your elders grew by (We must be free)
And so please help (To teach your children)
Them with your youth (What you believe in)
They seek the truth (Make a world)
Before they can die (That we can live in)

Teach your parents well
Their children’s hell
Will slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they pick’s
The one you’ll know by

Don’t you ever ask them, “Why?”
If they told you, you would cry
So, just look at them and sigh
And know they love you

c -1968, Graham Nash