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Wow, Is It Getting Intense

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Okay. So. Loyal readers of this lofty blog no doubt recall that in protest of their extreme c*n s*r sh*p policies, combined with the fact that I rarely used the platforms anymore, I quit tw * tt *r and F  B back in November.

So the tw **ts I see from L*n W**d come from other d*g*t *l soldiers posting them in their videos. And that guy (L*n W**d) is not letting up. Wow.

Now he is claiming that arrests for High Treason will be made on or before Jan 6 th (?) and you won’t actually believe who he said would be arrested ( v p P * n c* and Mc C * nn *  ll– for treason).  And who was in line (through Military Intelligence) to take the soon-to-be vacated places. (P* m p *o and F l * nn.)

And there’s talk of Military Tribunals, too. Military Intelligence doesn’t answer to Congress — or the c  i  a, f   b   i, or the  n  s   a. So it is just getting off-the-charts intense now.

It sounds like a lot of key players are going to be just so fucking fucked. (This stems from E  O of 9  12  18.)

Meanwhile, the idiotic leaders in the House introduced a “Rules” package yesterday to remove gender terms, such as “father, mother, sister, and brother,” from use in the House to eliminate pronouns and familial relationships in order to make things gender neutral.

We’re in the throes of an all-out c * up d’* t*t here in America, so you can see why a thing like that idiotic proposal would be the very first thing we’d want to tackle right now….

I’m hoping you watched D*n B*n g*no’s video  from a week or so ago, where he went into precise detail about why and how the Far L* ft fucks around with common language in order to try to dis-empower you and create some sort of semblance of power for themselves.

So, you know, try not to fall for this shit. Use the common language.


Is all this relentless stuff that’s coming from L*n W**d still the Fog of War? Still trying to obscure what’s really at play? Or is this what’s part of what’s really at play on Jan 6 th?

And, aside from massive restructuring of pharmaceutical prices here in the U S (i.e., prescription drugs are going to be much cheaper now that America has favored-nation status with drug companies), the only Pr* s* d* nt*al announcement I am aware of that happened yesterday is this one, a F E M A bill, but I really have no understanding of exactly what it is,  meaning the actual depth or scope of it:

On Friday, January 1, 2021, the Pr* s* d *nt signed into law:

S. 3418, the “Safeguarding Tomorrow through Ongoing Risk Mitigation Act” or the “S T O R M Act,” which authorizes the Federal Emergency Management Agency to provide capitalization grants to States to establish revolving funds to provide hazard mitigation assistance to reduce risks from disasters and natural hazards.

I’m guessing that if I ask the State to give me a grant to keep the ceiling in my downstairs bathroom from collapsing from so much rain, the answer is gonna be ‘no.’

I’m thinking this F E M A  S T O R M Act is a whole different enchilada. But I just don’t really know what it is.

(And remember how those F E M A camps were popping up all over America during the O b * m* admin? And how there were many of us, positing the idea that the camps were ultimately going to be determent camps for dissenters against O b * m *’s Far L*ft? And everyone called us “conspiracy nuts”? Well, consider that, just a few days ago, that special Senate Committee determined that the O b * m * Admin was knowingly and  illegally donating  to  M* sl*m terrorists in the Mid dle E a s t  with American tax dollars. That’s not a joke, people. I don’t give a shit where he was or wasn’t born, where he was or wasn’t raised, that guy is hell-bent on bringing down America with the help of our favorite Hun ga r i an.)

All righty. So. That’s kind of it, today. Since yesterday was a national holiday, there weren’t a lot of folks online.

I hope you have a good Saturday underway, wherever you are in the world. I leave you with my breakfast-listening music from this morning — I’ve posted it here before. “Foi Na Cruz,” by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, from their 1990 album, The Good Son.

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


Below: X *2 R* p^ rt  interview with Jordan Sather: “Jordan begins by talking about how this pandemic is one big scamdemic and Tr** p is using the vaccines to remove the fear and counter the MSM/[**] push of keeping the country locked down. What we are witnessing in regards to the el* ct *on, and the crimes the [**] has committed, is one big sting operation and the [**] will not go down easy.”

Cheers, Baby!!

And a very happy little Mother’s Day to my birth mom, Cherie.

I’m guessing she will celebrate today with a 6-pack of beer and a pack of Pall Malls and some old style Country & Western music, as she contemplates how she survived giving birth to four babies by the time she was 19 years old…


Mother’s Day is not my favorite day of the year, that’s for sure. It’s just sort of a reminder of how difficult it was to try to make my adoptive mother happy when I was growing up — especially on Mother’s Day.

When I was a wee bonny lass, I used to get a weekly allowance from my dad. This was back in the 1960s, when money went a lot farther. Still, for most of my childhood, I only got 25 cents a week (1 quarter). When you consider that a candy bar only cost 5 cents back then, a quarter wasn’t the worst thing to have when you were 7 years old.

Of course, the only thing I ever wanted back then was record albums. And those were just impossible to afford. Even to buy a 45 RPM was about 3 weeks’ worth of allowance money.  But every year on my birthday, an aunt of mine would mail me a birthday card with a $5 bill inside, and that was absolute heaven to me! It meant I could go straight to Woolworth’s and buy a rock & roll record album, which, back then cost about $3.99.

We had lots of record albums in the house because my parents loved music, but they were all jazz, classical, or Broadway musical albums. And a Top 40 radio station was always playing in our kitchen, or in the car, and I loved Top 40. But I really, really loved The Beatles and The Monkees (a TV show). So, once a year, I had to choose: I could buy one of their albums. For instance:

The Beatles - Magical Mystery Tour (Gatefold, Vinyl) | Discogs


Headquarters (The Monkees album) - Wikipedia

The rest of the year, I had to rely on girlfriends who had older sisters who had way more records than we did.

Then, when I started babysitting when I was 11, I finally hit paydirt and could afford to start buying a lot more albums. My taste in records at age 11:

Elvis As Recorded At Madison Square Garden | Discogs

Full Albums: The Rolling Stones' 'Exile on Main Street' - Cover Me

Greatest Hits (The Jackson 5 album) - Wikipedia

500 Greatest Albums of All Time | Imagine john lennon, Imagine ...

At Folsom Prison - Wikipedia

Anyway. That was a digression.  One of the worst Mother’s Days in my memory was when I was about 7 or 8 years old, and I was able to buy a beautiful blooming red geranium for my (adoptive) mother for Mother’s Day from a florist around the corner from our house in Cleveland. I could get there on my bike.  The geranium was inexpensive enough that I could afford it with money from my own piggy bank. And I was so thrilled. Just thrilled — it was the first Mother’s Day that I didn’t have to borrow money from my dad. And when I gave the geranium to my mother, she looked at it with actual disgust and said, “I hate geraniums.” Then she immediately stuck it on the steps out in the dark garage and then, later, threw it into the trash.

Obviously, I have never forgotten that.

And, btw, she did not hate geraniums — she had plenty of geraniums over the years. She just wanted to be mean to me.  (It worked.) (Then multiply that times every day of my life with her…)

Anyway. So, I’m not a big fan of Mother’s Day.

Still! I did send my birth mom a pretty card replete with messy glitter, full of gushy sentiments of love.

All righty.

So. Yesterday, I had the best chat so far with the director of Tell My Bones, and the arrangements for the Zoom staged reading just keep getting more and more exciting for me, gang. At this point, it’s going to be June before it will be taped/performed. But that’s really just around the corner, and a ton of stuff has to be organized by then.

I was reluctant, at first, to go the Zoom route but now I’m seeing that there are a lot of options to Zoom that can give it a higher quality than what I’m used to seeing. So I am really getting excited.

Okay. Well. Today I’ll be chatting with Valerie for a while in the early afternoon, but other than that, my only plans are to sit here at my desk and focus on two things: Some editing on The Guitar Hero Goes Home (aka Blessed By Light), and do some new writing on Thug Luckless: Welcome to P-Town.  (Plus drink a lot coffee. I hate that it’s gotten so cold again and all the windows need to be closed. That fresh air last week was really helping my brain work again. But, in a pinch, I’ll resort to coffee. Or maybe tea.)

Enjoy your Sunday, wherever you are in the world. If you are separated from loved ones today because of the pandemic, I hope that this time next year arrives in a heartbeat and that all will be well in your worlds once more.

Thanks for visiting, gang. I leave you with my rather unexpected breakfast-listening music from this morning. It’ s kind of a sad song, but it’s still really beautiful to listen to, and I’m not sad today; I just wanted something pretty to listen to. So I leave you with “Foi Na Cruz” from Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds The Good Son album (1990). Enjoy! And have a wonderful day. I love you guys. See ya!

“Foi Na Cruz”

Foi na cruz, foi na cruz
Que um dia
Meus pecados castigados em Jesus
Foi na cruz
Que um dia
Foi na cruz

Love comes a-knocking
Comes a-knocking upon our door
But you, you and me, love
We don’t live there any more

Foi na cruz, foi na cruz
Que um dia
Meus pecados castigados em Jesus
Foi na cruz
Que um dia
Foi na cruz

A little sleep, a little slumber
A little folding of the hands to sleep
A little love, a little hate, babe
A little trickery and deceit

Foi na cruz, foi na cruz
Que um dia
Meus pecados castigados em Jesus
Foi na cruz
Que um dia
Foi na cruz

Dream on ‘till you can dream no more
For all our grand plans, babe
Will be dreams forever more

Foi na cruz, foi na cruz
Que um dia
Meus pecados castigados em Jesus
Foi na cruz
Que um dia
Foi na cruz

© 1990 – Nick Cave/Traditional