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Emptying My Mind of Current Events Before I Shift This 'Stack to a Language-Oriented One, Wherein I Rail on and Correct Linguistic Inanities and the Like
Minneapolis: The Islamic call to prayer is now officially being broadcast citywide 5 times a day (“. . . no law respecting [in reference to] a religion.”). Short clip on what this really means as well as what it portends. Think, if you will, on the hypocrisy of leftists—despisers of religion, especially Judeo-Christian ones—being in consonance with this anti-constitutional dictum. Christian culture in the USA (akin, say, to Hindu culture in India or Buddhist or Taoist culture in Japan) is one thing (e.g., people of differing faiths celebrating the season of Christmas but not practicing the religion), but a dictate “respecting of religion,” the FOISTING of religion onto the populace, is a whole other grave matter.
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X: I tripped onto this VERY talented singer-songwriter-musician coincidentally on the day it was announced that Susan Wojcicki [wuh-jih-ski] had died. Mind you, this video was posted by its maker in FEBRUARY 2024, and the Destroyer of Incomes, Livelihoods, and Truth in General and Particular hadn’t died until August 9, 2024. I admit that upon the heralding of this event I felt a spark of hope, that God is not “dead,” or rather that we are not "dead to God.” Of course, I am truly sorry for those who actually loved her and grieve her passing, but I’m not going to be a phony when I say I whooped it up at hearing of her karmic comeuppance. If you are a US citizen and you don’t know who she was or what she did to ruin people and stifle truth in particular and free speech in general, then maybe voting is not a good idea for you. On the other hand, if you can identify this brilliant young musical-theater artist, please do let me know in the comments section. My own talent goes no further than a chorus of “Ding-Dong, the Witch Is Dead,” and [nod to the pathetic Sally Fields] “God loves us. He really loves us.” An obstacle to freedom has been removed. Oh, she’ll be replaced, but no one will be quite the ogre. Now I wonder what fate will befall her Google exec brother-in-law and her DNA-abusing sister . . . Wondering is all.
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Phoenix: ⚠️If you’re an American over age 60, you might well cry happy tears. I am a year younger than Bobby. I relate to him, including owning up to faults and foibles. As a former New Jerseyan/New Yorker, it’s important to me that this man got the Hudson River cleaned up. CLEAN! Took out the polluters. He’s relentless. So am I. No, we don’t agree on every issue, but we agree on all matters that count, that are universally important to Americans and all beings around the planet. It takes guts to go against your entire duped, fast-asleep sibs and cousins. But when your North Star is the truth, and you’re driven by it, there really is no choice to be had.
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US Borderlands: Shared on X by Elon Musk. “Where are you from and where are you going?” illegally in the dead of night.
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International Spy Museum, Washington, DC: A former CIA Chief of Disguise shows us masks. Wonder how often they’re used on politicians and celebs today. What you think is just conspiracy theory is stark reality.
They are mostly eating CATS and GEESE! There’s a video showing how to skin and cook CATS. Who do that voodoo like you do, Haitians?
Springfield, Ohio: If you don’t believe the videographer, fast-forward to ~3:40 and you’ll hear the mayor and city manager. Many accounts from Springfield residents appear all over the internet. This is real, this is SICK, this is a sign that rogue actors in government, from the municipal to the White House (usurpers), HATE AMERICANS. They HATE US! I’m looking at homelessness while invaders are given homes. That’s a goddamned FACT! In FLORIDA!
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Donna Karan, a famous NY designer, confirmed that DKNY hadn’t created this outfit until after the time LIAR E. Jean Carroll claimed it was what she was wearing at the time of the fake “rape.” You have to be a total fucking rube to think that (a) Donald Trump went shopping, and without an entourage and (b) that hordes of shoppers didn’t surround him during his every move. Or that he’d fuck such a skank, even in her younger years, when he had beautiful supermodel girlfriends, including the biracial Kara Young. If the prevaricating bitch lives long enough, one can only wonder if her karma will arrive in this lifetime and what it will be. I wonder if Haitians eat false-rape accusers.
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My soul: This video reminded me of times of instant karma in the West Texas desert, maybe 30+ years ago. Once it happened to me. I was thinking bad thoughts about someone who wanted to bed my intense Scorpio British expat artist boyfriend at that time, and I clonked myself in the head with the hatchback of my 1974 Volkswagen Camper. Got a concussion and even peed my pants.
But this is the incident this video reminded me of: A different (but still a Scorpio) boyfriend and I had moved out of Terlingua and up 80 winding miles to Alpine. Neighbors on our block, another couple, wanted us to come over. I needed to start on an editing project, so my boyfriend went alone. Not 10 minutes later, the wife of the couple down the block storms into the house. I’m sitting at my desk in the living room, manuscript open before me, purple pencil in hand. She starts haranguing me in an uncharacteristically Capricornian way—like a madwoman instead of a reserved, in-charge lady. And it got worse after she saw a(n unlit) joint sitting in the ashtray on my desk. I hadn’t smoked because it was an indica, not a sativa (used to help people like me focus, if needed). But either way, it was no business of hers to judge me in any regard had I indeed toked.
Let’s call the madwoman “Laura.” Well Laura went absolutely nuts on me. I might’ve said something about my not being supported by a man, having to support myself and meet deadlines. Who can’t understand that? Anyway, I mostly sat quietly. I do that sometimes, until the point where I blow and the haranguer is very sorry. But I just sat there, stunned by the selfishness, the enormity of Laura’s ego, her audacity and cluelessness, and the violative nature of the affront. So the crazy lady leaves.
Maybe 15 minutes later, the boyfriend returns.
“Jules!” he says, smiling the oddest of smiles. “What the fuck!”
I say, “What?”
He says, “Laura fell and broke her leg on the way home from harassing you!”
I. Was. Stunned.
All I had wished was for her to leave me alone. I swear. But I can’t say I didn’t feel a certain thrilling satisfaction at the outcome. Don’t mess with #ScorpioRisingPeople #SaturnInScorpio, especially not in Texas!
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EXIT POINTS: RELIGIONISTS, LOOK AWAY! Apparently there are several times in our lives when we can exit this incarnation without incurring karma. Maybe some time I’ll write about the ones I escaped. Usually, it is the choice of the soul whether it wants to leave, knows that it’s finished with its mission. For the past few years, I’ve been pissing in the wind. Nothing I do to get myself out of a financial morass works. Will maybe write more in depth at another time.
That said, it occurs to me that maybe my main spiritual goal in this lifetime was to take care of my younger brother with Down syndrome (which left me broke, btw, or I should say devoid of my retirement savings). Believe me, I have tried countless means and done dirty jobs to rectify the situation. My efforts have caused me to believe that “God helps those who help themselves” is a load of bullshit. It is not stated in the Bible as far as I know. I’m pretty sure I have two exit points left: one that I can bypass and one that will be the end.
I worry about my dogs, as they are developmentally disabled and traumatized by their respective pasts. Ideally, I will get a financial windfall that I so richly deserve (why pretend at modesty?). Not as ideal would be an animal sanctuary taking in the three of us and costing them nothing.
I digress.
I’m crossing my fingers that the next exit point comes at exactly the right time. I want to go home. The real home. Without incurring karma.
That’s all, folks!