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A Splishy-Splashy Spring Rain Sort of Day in Crazeysburg!

It really is feeling like Spring around here, gang.  That beautiful Spring rain; when you know that soon enough, everything is going to be green again!

And tomorrow is a big day around here.  Not only is it St. Paddy’s Day and not only are we hugely part-Irish — and we have not one but two lucky ginger cats in our household to prove it!! — but, as loyal readers of this lofty blog no doubt recall, it’s also the day that we celebrate all the cats’ birthdays!! (Lucky 7 !!)

They are the surviving members of a rescued feral clan, all of them related (most of them born in the basement at the old house), so I know when all of their birthdays actually are.  And they were all born either on or around St. Paddy’s Day, so it’s just easier to say that this one day of the year is their collective birthday.  And for their birthday, they get the same thing every year:  catnip toys! Because all 700 of the ones they already have, simply are not enough!!

Even though they usually ignore brand new toys, preferring the extremely old, chewed-up tried & true ones; it’s still fun to watch their bewildered faces as I toss 7 brand new toys out into the middle of the family room all at once. Like confetti.  They look at the toys and then, with supreme disinterest, they turn around and walk away!!

It’s too cute.


So it’s pretty much all bad news today, folks. So I won’t belabor it too much here on the blog. Lots more bad news about that fake v  a  c  c  in e, gang, so PLEASE, do not get it. Do not let anyone you love get it.  Because if you do take it, you should basically hope you die on the spot; since once you’ve taken it, it is pretty much guaranteed to alter your DNA, and affect your body’s ability to fend off viruses and diseases  for the rest of your life. And if you’re young enough to still be in your fertile years, you run the very high risk of becoming sterile. Guys and gals, both.

Of course they’re promising that the Quantum Med Beds can reverse all that damage, but why not just skip the mRNA in the first place? And if you live in one of those areas of the world where the D **P St * te is getting closer and closer to insisting that you get jabbed if you want to actually ever leave your house again — because in all honesty, they do indeed want you dead, regardless of who you did or didn’t vote for — then I would suggest this:

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(My personal favorite, only 200 bucks, brand new.)

(Seriously.) (And/or try turning off your TV!)

Your television is your absolute worst enemy. And they’ve always known it.

From Edward R. Murrow, in TIME Magazine, July 15th 1957 (!!):

“It might be helpful,” said Murrow, “if those who control television and radio would sit still for a bit and attempt to discover what it is they care about. If television and radio are to be used to entertain all of the people all of the time, then we have come perilously close to discovering the real opiate of the people” […] [TIME archive here]

And what else happened right at that same time in history??

[…] Since the 1950s, the C  I  A started recruiting journalists, editors, and students in order to write and promulgate false stories. The C  I  A’s stories were entirely propaganda and their employees were paid huge salaries in order to promote such fake news. Essentially, the C  I   A managed to control both national and international newspapers through a bribe.

During the ‘50s, C o  r  d M  e  yer and Allen W. D  ull  es devised and organised a propaganda outreach program. They recruited leading American journalists into a network in order to promulgate the C  I  A’s views. […] [full UK article here]

Operation M o ck in g bird is still in full force today, gang.  Worse than ever before. Turn off your fucking TV already!! It is no joke. And if your friends and loved ones are still watching it, I suggest this:

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(To the TV, not to their heads!) (They’ll thank you for it, eventually.)

(Listen to this song and take it to heart! Use it as a mantra, even!!)

Okay. Well.  That said, I’m still posting the podcasts below that I think will give you information you can actually use in some way. Not just stuff to upset you that makes your world feel out of control.

It doesn’t mean that some of that stuff below won’t make you feel angry, but I guess there’s an important difference in continuing to find joy and meaning in your actual personal life right now, and hiding your head in the sand.

Okay. I’m gonna scoot. Have a really terrific Tuesday, wherever you are in the world!! Thanks for visiting, gang. I leave you with my breakfast-listening music from this morning! “Midnight Man,” Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds. Enjoy!! I love you guys. See ya!



Below: Keyboard Op er a tor checks in (9 mins):

Below: Nicholas V e n i a min  and  Dr. Chritiane Nor th rop. Extremely rough to listen to because it is all so horrific,  but if you still know people who are oblivious to what’s REALLY going on with that fake v  a c  c i ne make them watch this! (47 mins): (If it won’t let you watch, visit link here!)

Below: Michael J  a  c o and M  e L  K (1 hr 25 mins):

Below: P * tr i ot S t re  e t fighter.  This will eventually move to r  u  m  bl e a nd you can find it here.(52 mins):

Below: R * d P * l l 7 8 News ( 27 mins):

Below: X * 2 R * port Financial (19 mins):

Below X * 2 R * port (50 mins):

A Windy, Grey Day

After having a couple of really lovely hours yesterday evening — up in the 70s Fahrenheit, sunny, warm, gorgeous — the temperature is plummeting now, down to the 40s. And it is now cloudy, windy and grey.

But it’s okay, because God knows, I’m not going anywhere.

I can’t tell yet if I feel better today. I’m breathing better, but I am ridiculously tired. My main complaint remains the short battery life of my blue tooth speaker.  The hard-wired speakers for my iPad are down in the kitchen. And up here in bed, I rely on a cute little blue tooth speaker that, while aesthetically pleasing because it is a pretty frosted pink color with a really pretty blue light, it in fact cost me all of five dollars and, you know, needs re-charging quite frequently and, of course, the outlet is a mile away from the bed.

I have finished watching all the episodes of DCI Banks, and am now working my way through the most recent Agatha Christie re-makes from the BBC. And even though this current batch of remakes are my least favorite adaptations of Agatha Christie novels that I have ever watched, they still draw me in because the acting and the sets are incredible, but  — truly — as if on cue, the very moment the episode reaches its zenith of suspense, the little speaker shuts off and needs to be re-charged.

It’s actually funny, its that reliable.

Anyway. So I’d already watched The Pale Horse before I got sick, then I watched The ABC Murders — and even though I love John Malkovich just generally, it was my least favorite Poirot adaptation of all time. There was way too much bloody murder and lurid sex in it! I know — normally lurid sex is a deeply wanted commodity, but not in Agatha Christie, for godsakes!! It’s like an affront to the senses. I really found it incredibly annoying, although the very same scenes in some other writer’s TV-movie adaptation would have been really desirable and I would have thought: Wow, that scene was really well done (because, actually they were really well written, dark and troubling sex scenes, just not for Agatha Christie…).

And now I am watching Ordeal By Innocence (2018), which, so far, is the best of the lot.  I am trying to pace watching it with my constant need to sleep, so that the blue tooth is re-charging while I am doing the same!

All righty. That said, I need to go collapse in bed again. I leave you with another John Prine song, Spanish Pipedream (aka Blow Up Your TV), from off his debut album in 1971. (John Prine died late Tuesday night from complications with COVID 19. He was 73.)

Even though the song is really old, I identify with this particular song a lot at this stage of my life — and not because I identify with strippers, or Vietnam War draft-dodgers on their way to Canada, or with peaches, or having lots of children. I identify with this song because when I moved out here to the country and bought what I consider to be my first true home ever, I gave up my ministry. And I also got rid of my TV service.

Before I moved here to Crazeysburg, I had my little black shirt with the white collar, and I used to work a lot with the elderly, make home Communion visits to the housebound (or in nursing homes), and counsel people, mostly for grief & loss.  But I knew that the path I was on with Jesus was leading me farther and farther away from what “regular” Christians needed from me as a minister — and that is putting it mildly.

Out here in the middle of nowhere, with no more formal ministry of any kind —  I have done a whole lot of communing with Jesus privately, wherein I don’t have to answer to any established dogma.

So I love how the chorus of this song sort of  reflects what I personally went through when I moved out here to the country. It’s such a joyful song.

All righty. Thanks for visiting, gang. Enjoy your Maundy Thursday (Jesus’s Last Supper) wherever you are in the world!! I love you guys. See ya.

“Spanish Pipedream (Blow Up Your TV)”

She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol
And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal
Well she pressed her chest against me
About the time the juke box broke
Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck
And these are the words she spoke

Blow up your TV throw away your paper
Go to the country, build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try and find Jesus on your own

Well, I sat there at the table and I acted real naive
For I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve
Well, she danced around the bar room and she did the hoochy-coo
Yeah she sang her song all night long, tellin’ me what to do


Well, I was young and hungry and about to leave that place
When just as I was leavin’, well she looked me in the face
I said “You must know the answer.”
“She said, “No but I’ll give it a try.”
And to this very day we’ve been livin’ our way
And here is the reason why

We blew up our TV threw away our paper
Went to the country, built us a home
Had a lot of children, fed ’em on peaches
They all found Jesus on their own

© 1971 John Prine