Believe me when I say, that being here now is the only way. I know how hard it is. Keeping yourself focused on where you are …………….. not where you were ……………………. where you want to be ……………….. where you think you’d be happier ……………… not easy.

Like anything else, being here now, in the only place that exists takes a little practice. And if you’re a naturally aggravated human being, like me – it takes FOREVER.

I had a post in me …………… I think it will come later, hopefully, and then I casually looked at comments on a post or two. Some not-enlightened, actually stupid, snarky and obnoxious person ……………. whew ………….. decided to castigate me for my post.

Now, I ask you, who reads posts and ONLY thinks about castigating the author? He seemed upset that I get a check (not sure which check he’s talking about), but I do hope they keep coming.

I had to go back and read my post. In case you want to, it’s The Lord Spare Us post. I published that back in January of 2021. Oh yes, the awesome January 6 bullshit. And bullshit it was.

After an entire spring and summer of the loony left’s “mostly peaceful” protests because a black drug addict died from an overdose (see autopsy report for THE FACTS) and the constant blah, blah, blah about inclusion and this and that and God I wish they’d go do something really harmful to themselves.

I kept getting emails from shops where I occasionally bought yarn. They were simpering, pitiful excuses for “Oh don’t burn my business down – I’m on YOUR SIDE.” Needless to say, it had the opposite effect on me. I don’t buy yarn from left-wing apologists. I wrote a blog post back in 2016 where I explained that I’M NOT BUYING YOUR SHIT. That was my way of explaining to people trying to run a business that they would be much better off keeping their political views OUT OF THEIR businesses. Sigh. I was pissing in the wind.

This is an accurate picture of my brain after reading the shit that’s going down in what USED TO BE MY COUNTRY. I remember being born here ………… well, I was told I was born here. Maybe I was really born somewhere else and the evil people plopped me down in the US and said put up with it. I’ve put up with it as much as I can.

In 2000, I left the country. Unfortunately, and I do mean UNFORTUNATELY, I went to Canada. Let us just say that 8 years there made even the US look good. Not really good, but better. So I came back in 2007. I remember because 1) I’m not senile and 2) the world started sucking donkey’s dicks around about then. Remember the bailouts for ginormous financial institutions? Yeah. Well, I lost around $40 grand in real estate value and nobody offered to bail us out.

Then we had 8 years of One Bad Ass Mistake America. Remember Ferguson? Is that right? Remember the 99% and the dudes swarming the Wisconsin State Capital Building? Remember “If I had a son, he’d look like that?”

So, what did I do? I went out and got a job. It was temporary but got us through a couple of months. Then, in 2008, I tried to find another one ………………. no go. There weren’t any jobs in Maine in 2008. I got so desperate I went to a call center in Orono and I lasted all of 2 weeks. Sigh. So then another mad search for employment ensued. I finally got a job with a law firm that specializes in ambulance chasing. LOL, not a good job either.

And life went on …………….. and my life has changed so much since 2007 I cannot even believe it. Of course, all my family died between 2014 and 2018. My husband and then my son. Not a good time ………….. but life goes on. And my life went on ………………..

Now I am as far away from humanity as we can get. Unfortunately, we have internet. The world intrudes. It is intruding now because every 4 flipping years we have an election. This one is interesting because we have Pablum Brain as “president” now. You know, the dude they foisted upon us along with a pandemic and mail-in voting and Nancy Pelousy making sure there would be a huge, phony INSURRECTION. Believe me, these fools do not yet know what an INSURRECTION is going to look like. They will find out. Everyone I know is sick to death of the crap we’re dealing with and then watching our great leader shit his pants and drool on himself.

So let’s see what happens next. It’s going t be interesting and I wish I wasn’t HERE NOW.