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  • armageddon

    armageddon

    Before I went to sleep last night (with difficulty), I prayed that something would change what I knew in my gut was happening.  incredible.  unimaginable.  how in God’s green earth could people be so stupid as to elect disruption into an already disrupted world?  the provocation that likely will ensue is one that even with a little imagination might take nightmarish proportions.  now, I am wondering just how long after inauguration day it will take to begin unfolding.

    will a year from now, there be the song playing, “How Do You Like Me Now?” as we have seen our nation go down in flames (possibly literally so)?  be careful what you wish for… and the sad thing is that few who voted for this man realize that he will not be able to do a damned thing to help them out of their pain – nor does he even care about them or want to help.  mark my words.  this is not reality television – this is reality.

    I have not in my six decades and twelve election cycles ever felt this level of fear, despair and total concern for the welfare of our country, and all of my family who live here.  For my grandson, my precious little one, what will happen?  When he is entering kindergarten, or first grade, will his world be very different or will there be so little left for him that life will be a tough row?

    running a country is not like running failing businesses and being a television personality.  you can’t “deal” your way out of certain situations by bullying people and making “power plays”.  you can’t parade your “glam fam” and have serious leaders have respect for you.  I suspect that waking up this morning for “The Donald” might be having a very sobering effect on his personality.  now he has to deliver or risk ridicule beyond his wildest imagination – the push-back will be real, the shoulders will be cold, and when he cannot walk the walk, his followers will go against him like no one will believe – and they are armed, and they are dangerous.

    God help us.  The world is at real risk now.  Like never before, it is truly going to be a rocky road ahead…

  • Rude food and crazy people.

    Rude food and crazy people.

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    The yield of waste from three pounds of asparagus. Really?

    I really get upset when I spend good money and this happens.  Crazy people who are really trying to get YOU to pay for nothing.  They could trim this off, but then they would charge you two bucks more a pound.  Thanks.  And speaking of crazy people… No, let’s not.

    Note the date:  October 19, 2016.  I will not say anymore about anything until “it” is over.  But then, the clowns are still around… all types of clowns…  Why?  Read-up.  Scary, isn’t it?  Just Google the News on Clowns.  I told you.  Clowns are evil.

  • Clowns. I told you so.

    Clowns. I told you so.

    the clownIt’s been happening lately, and it will happen more unless they are stopped.  That’s right.  Clowns.  Clown sightings on the East Coast of the United States have police miffed, and now Stephen King, author of the famous evil clown book, It, has now acknowledged that he is fearful that this is happening.

    It makes you scratch your head, always – what do they want?  Nothing good, I can tell you, that’s for sure.  If they were honest and not creepy, then they would not paint their faces and wear clown suits.  They would just be regular people with regular clothes.  But no, they have to dress up in disguise.  I’m telling you, they are up to something.  They are just like the squirrels.  They might be related.  Ask Lucy.

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    I’m telling you.  Seriously.  It may start with a few clown sightings, but if they cannot get this under control, we could have a big problem.  Be alert.  Be wary.

    Carry something that you can use to distract them in case of encounter.  Never speak directly to them.  And by all means, NEVER make eye-contact.  Run like hell!  Far far away, as fast as you can, get away, into the light of day and scream for help and for someone to catch them!  Get them into the shower and take off that dreadful make-up.  If it does not come off, then… well, I’m not sure what that means…if it doesn’t come off.

    This has me truly worried.  Clowns.  Sends a chill up my spine… and, oh, I TOLD YOU SO.