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I’m Guessing You Won’t Believe This….

But, yes — I am going to actually clean out at least one of my gutters today!!!

There are three gutters at the back of my house that I can reach reasonably well with a step ladder, and so I am going to try to tackle all three of those gutters myself before winter sets in. The main gutter at the front of my house is way up high and I need practically a crane to get up there and clean it, so I’m not sure what to do about that, but we’ll see.

Meanwhile — I did indeed sit in on a dress rehearsal of the staged reading of my play last night!! (Tell My Bones) Gang, it was an amazing feeling, not just hearing my dialogue come to life, but to hear how the actors created those characters. They were reciting lines I had only heard in my head for 8 years already, and they brought a life to all of it that I just never anticipated.

But I have to say, doing all this stuff on an online platform is very, very complicated. I am amazed that they are managing to pull it off. And I cannot wait to see this play on a stage somewhere, after Operation C*VID Panic runs its course…

Please tune in on Sunday evening, November 22nd 7pm (Eastern time) to watch the reading of my play!!! (RSVP at that link. The event is Free.)

Okay, if you watch nothing else all weekend, watch the video below. And pay very close attention to the interview with Sidney Powell, it starts at about the 10-minute mark. (Mainstream media, of course, is already starting its campaign to mock her.) But you’ve got to watch it. (She is one of Tr*mp’s lawyers, discussing the extensive d*minion voting fraud that mainstream media keeps pretending did not happen.)

I’m also posting Dan Bongino’s interview last night with Rudy Giuliani and Jenna Ellis, both lawyers on the Tr*mp team, as well, discussing the voter fraud issues in several States.

In case you’re late to the conversation, Tr*mp was on course for the biggest landslide win in US history…More Americans voted for Tr*mp than for any other Republican in US history — until the wee small hours of the morning brought all vote counting to a sudden halt in several key States, and within a few hours, B*den suddenly came up with hundreds of thousands of last minute votes, in those key States, and then the counting once again continued. And this doesn’t include what happened with the d*minion voting machines, a gift of guaranteed election wins from Chavez in Venezuela.

I will draw your attention to this: In regards to mainstream media, Giuliani states in his interview with Bongino that we are living with an Iron Curtain now. If you’re not old enough to know what that term refers to, it’s no joke, and he’s not using it lightly. The mainstream media here in the US has an iron grip on what you’re allowed to know.

And if you heard the mainstream media announcing yesterday that B*den won in all those States, you can ignore it. Nothing official has happened yet. They are still counting votes; there are still lawsuits pending all over the place.

I hope I didn’t scare anyone yesterday with that video about the vaccine. I have no idea what’s in that vaccine, but I do know that nationwide, a lot of politicians are putting forth that getting the vaccine will be mandatory in this country.  So that video could be a scare tactic, since most Americans do not want a mandatory vaccine and will resist it.

But I posted it because it does add to Operation C*VID Panic… Keep everyone upset about a virus that 99% of all people recover from, so that they will stop focusing on the large scale voter fraud that happened last week.

I also want to say again, in case everyone has lost sight of this — I don’t consider myself a Conservative, or a Republican. I consider myself an Independent who voted for Tr*ump because I am a life-long supporter of the US Constitution .

I can no longer call myself a “Liberal” now because that means Leftist, Socialist, Anarchist — and I am none of those and never have been. I am a Capitalist, and I am OPEN to the rights of all people.

So I am an “Independent Open” person. However, in the meantime, the Conservatives are the only Americans who are currently making any sense and who are fighting for the Constitution and the rights of all Americans.

When you listen to the videos above & below, you will be astounded by the depth and breadth of the d*minion voter fraud.  And you will marvel at the amount of greed people have — how they are willing to use a voting system that they know is rigged, and take money in exchange for flushing the rights of millions of Americans right down the toilet.

What’s saddest to me, still, is how many of the people I respect and care about refuse to believe that this has taken place. They cannot think outside the box of mainstream media. They do not even know what is happening to their rights.

Some people are only going to see it long after it’s over. Some people might never see it at all. But that’s life, right?

Okay. Have a great Saturday, wherever you are in the world. Thanks for visiting, gang. I love you guys. See ya.

“The Tide Is High”

The tide is high but I’m holding on
I’m gonna be your number one
I’m not the kind of girl who gives up just like that
Oh, no

It’s not the things you do that tease and hurt me bad
But it’s the way you do the things you do to me

I’m not the kind of girl who gives up just like that
Oh, no

The tide is high but I’m holding on
I’m gonna be your number one
Number one, number one

Every girl wants you to be her man
But I’ll wait my dear ’til it’s my turn

I’m not the kind of girl who gives up just like that
Oh, no

The tide is high but I’m holding on
I’m gonna be your number one
Number one, number one

Every girl wants you to be her man
But I’ll wait my dear ’til it’s my turn

I’m not the kind of girl who gives up just like that
Oh, no

The tide is high but I’m holding on
I’m gonna be your number one
Number one, number one

Every girl wants you to be her man
But I’ll wait my dear ’til it’s my turn

I’m not the kind of girl who gives up just like that
Oh, no

The tide is high but I’m holding on
I’m gonna be your number one
Number one, number one
Number one

The tide is high but I’m holding on
I’m gonna be your number one
The tide is high but I’m holding on
I’m gonna be your number one

The tide is high but I’m holding on
I’m gonna be your number one
The tide is high but I’m holding on
I’m gonna be your number one
Your number one

© 1980 John Holt, Tyrone Evans, Howard Barrett

Let’s Try That Again!

So, today, I’ve been awake since 3am. No fears of oversleeping today, I guess.

Late last evening (my time zone, anyway), I got a text from Peitor, saying that he was on his way out to have a meeting.  I know the person he was meeting with and it was sort of a big deal, so that sort of stressed me a little. (See last evening’s post.)

He and I are very different in that way. When something in my life blindsides me, I sort of retreat to my little cave, re-group mentally, try to see where I’m coming from spiritually — you know, get a feel for what’s motivating me — before I do anything like take any meetings. I’ve known Peitor forever now, and he is the exact opposite from me in that regard. So I didn’t say anything. I trust him. But it still stressed me out. So I went to sleep kind of early. Hence, wide awake at 3am.

But I did see — upon scrolling through Instagram in the dark at that ridiculous hour — that for the first time in over a year (and I mean that literally), Susie Cave posted a sort of happy song in her Instagram feed. It’s literally been over a year. And not only have the songs she’s posted over the past year tended to be unhappy ones, but often they seemed so unhappy that they’ve made me actually gasp. So I think maybe this is a good sign? Something hopeful?

(Well, that, or she’s using Ghosteen just to sell dresses and I seriously don’t want to believe something like that.)

Well.

We are inching toward the Lenten season. I don’t always observe the Lenten season, but when I do, I follow the Franciscan prayers. I’m a big believer in St. Francis — I pray to him every day because he is the Patron Saint of animals. And even though I know he can’t protect all the animals, I pray to him to also help sustain my heart, to help it find strength and a way to heal, in the event that animals are suffering anywhere around me.

I haven’t wanted to post this to the blog, because it was such an open sore for me, but several months back, that favorite pasture of mine with the dozens of happy cows that I had to drive past to get into town? The guy there sold all of his cows to slaughter on the very same day. All of them. Cows, bulls, frolicking little calves. Gone to slaughter. A few dozen. Those cows always made me so happy.

I was of course driving when I saw this and I really just didn’t know what to do. I was just devastated, but I was behind the wheel of a moving car and fellow drivers all around me are counting on me not to lose my fucking mind.

Well, it’s at times like those when I really need St. Francis to figure out how to pull me through. Because I just don’t understand why people don’t think that animals’ lives are just as sacred as our own. I just don’t get it.

Anyway. A whole heck of a lot of people don’t agree with me on that, or that any lives are sacred, really, so on we go.

Lent. With or without St. Francis, I don’t always practice Lent. Mostly because, during some years, I don’t have it in me to have the Holy Week under a microscope. One of the very, very few things about Jesus of Nazareth that ancient sources agree on is that Jesus was crucified by the Romans. And that still makes me physically ill.

Why he was crucified is certainly debated. What happened to him immediately after that is the stuff that entire religions are crafted from! But the seeming fact remains: Jesus was crucified. (As was one of his brothers, and one of his great-great-great grandsons (or great nephew); and his other brother, James, had his legs broken by the High Priests and was then stoned to death. Basically, any men they could find who were still walking around that had even a shred of Jesus’s bloodline in them were systematically done away with. And while this isn’t proof that Jesus was considered the bloodline contender for King of the Jews, it does lend credibility to that theory. Because having a “fake” appointed king (Herod) opposed by a traditional (bloodline) king (Jesus) was going to be a real problem in Jerusalem for the Romans. And by “King of the Jews,” I’m referring to the traditional Hebrew belief that the next King (or Messiah) would be, in fact, two men — one who could trace his lineage to Aaron and the priesthood; and the other who could trace his bloodline to David, the king. And both men had to appear at the same time and within the same family, basically. And James was certainly a priest. That is well understood — even Paul could not completely wipe James out of the history books. But, to be fair, Paul was more focused on deifying Jesus and on making Jesus palatable to the Pagans, and on that score he was wildly successful. But I’m saying that from two thousand years of hindsight; I’m guessing that when Paul was (allegedly) beheaded by the Romans, he wasn’t feeling wildly successful. However, James was not of the recognized “High Priesthood” in Jerusalem, because those men were strictly appointed by the Romans, once Herod was declared King of the Jews by the same Romans. So, it’s Roman regulations versus traditional Hebrew beliefs and the Romans, of course, won through oppressive violence and bloodshed and all of that and, hence, the crucifixion — whether or not Jesus got back up three days later.) Anyway.

That all breaks my heart. Even these couple thousands of years later. I don’t always have it in me to have that be something I’m focusing on, daily, for several weeks (up until, you know, the Glory of the Resurrection, which, obviously, I don’t necessarily believe. In that specific way.). So, some years, I just can’t focus on it. But I haven’t made up my mind yet about this year.

I do love Easter, though. God knows.

Okay.

I am going to try to get back to work here on Girl in the Night: Erotic Love Letters to the Muse. That’s front & center on my plate. Nothing else is on the horizon today except booty core. And I hope it stays that way. (Although methinks I will likely hear from Peitor about how the meeting went…) (Heavy sigh)

So I’m gonna get to it here. Well, I’m going to leave you with 3 things today. Oddly enough, this morning, I reached for the breakfast set that’s made of glass: bowl, coffee mug, juice glass. All sparkling glass. Normally, I don’t choose glass. I either use porcelain or ceramics. Today, I chose glass. I don’t know why.

And I thought about the Blondie song, “Heart of Glass,” and wondered, was this telling me that I had a heart of glass? I really didn’t think so. Normally, I’m more of a “Tide is High” kind of gal if I’m going to define myself strictly through Blondie songs. (Not something I, you know, ever do. But there is always a first time to start doing something really weird.)

Did I have a heart of glass? Was I no longer a “Tide is High” kind of gal?? (Meaning, a gal who was gonna hang on to love, come hell or high water.) Well, I’ll let you decide that here this morning: what I ultimately am. You can listen to both songs if you so choose. (And/or you can choose to listen to only the final song posted here, which is the song I actually listened to at breakfast and which, I believe, once again illustrates that I am a simply huge believer in love. Come what may.)

All righty. Thanks for visiting, gang. I love you guys. See ya.