Conspiracies Born Of Faery Farts Are Catnip For The Right-Wing Extremist

Pics in my Twitter feed this morning of Anti-maskers marching in Montreal yesterday, that bastion of European chic, infiltrated with Trump 2020 signs advocating for more of the meth lab mentality infesting our southern border. United States has gone insane, like a car crash in slow motion, and those of us on the outside view it all in a transfixed helpless horror, as that vile … Continue reading Conspiracies Born Of Faery Farts Are Catnip For The Right-Wing Extremist

About How I Really Want To Make This Dystopian Reality Just Another Cheesy Sci-Fi Fantasy Again

So I broke down and subscribed to Netflix again, after I guess a couple of years. I just got bored with all the glitzy ditzy Hollywood plotlines. Not to say that was all they offer, and I remember I did enjoy it, at first. But it wained, as the content that interests me is often thin on the ground on mainstream ‘TV’. Though, certainly mom, … Continue reading About How I Really Want To Make This Dystopian Reality Just Another Cheesy Sci-Fi Fantasy Again

Summer Mornings At The Coves

“The most predominant feature of the sub-watershed, The Coves Ponds, were formed by an abandoned oxbow of the Thames River. Sedimentation from adjacent ravines and infilling by adjacent landowners have now created 3 distinct ponds; the East, West, and South Ponds. “ “The Cove ponds were described by the early explorers to this area in 1796. They are documented in the journals of Major Littlehale, who … Continue reading Summer Mornings At The Coves

The Return to Innocence, Poopy Cramps, And Other Stuff

Originally my plan had been to have her fixed this fall with my bonus money. Well, no job, no bonus money, no fix. So, off into that growing pile, like all the rest of it, like my no good rotten horrible teeth. No idea how this will all work this year mom, my teeth, her, and all. So lil Ms Pika-lou-lou started her first heat … Continue reading The Return to Innocence, Poopy Cramps, And Other Stuff

Hell Hath No Fury Like A Karen Told To Wear A Freakin’ Mask

Questioning our sanity, on days that end in Y, has become a habit many I guess now engage in, testing the waters, reading the news, trends on Twitter, and shake our head and sigh. I escape, go to my sanctuary, my shelter from the plague outside my door, of the virus kind, and the hatred and stressed out about to snap at any minute kind. … Continue reading Hell Hath No Fury Like A Karen Told To Wear A Freakin’ Mask

Whilst Waiting For T-Stain And The Sycophants And Their Evil Plot To Destroy Me

Lately I’ve found myself just scrolling, scrolling, scrolling, reading, processing, ignoring, walking, eating, drinking tea, smoking my cylinders of sin on the stoop in the garden, not having one single clue, what to do, either next, or never, or while I wait, or if I should wait, or what to woo. What to do? Teeth on hold, life on hold, everything uncertain, and my mind … Continue reading Whilst Waiting For T-Stain And The Sycophants And Their Evil Plot To Destroy Me

A Descendant Of Slaveholders Speaks Her Truth

Bigotry, xenophobia, racism, prejudices that maintain our ingrained subjugation of some, for the maintenance of white privilege. I can not very well stand in judgment, as I am well aware of the quiet systemic racism, alive and viciously defended even here in my O’Canada, as my twitter feed of late has clarified. From a certain angle, I see bigotry woven like threads through the fabric … Continue reading A Descendant Of Slaveholders Speaks Her Truth

And So I Write To You, Because He Called For His Mom As He Begged For His Life

I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to properly articulate the scope of the emotions I’ve felt the last couple weeks. Of anger so visceral I have clenched my horrific teeth so much I may just lose them all by the time the Dentistry Department actually calls back with my appointment. And, I have cried tears, some from rage, watching heartbreaking scenes of cruelty. … Continue reading And So I Write To You, Because He Called For His Mom As He Begged For His Life

and i have only words

there is a plague spewing hateinto our eyesholding aloftblasphemytries to denythat black lives matterand i watch it all unfoldon secular groundbeyond a goda worda man nor womanan ideologyperhaps, a new philosophymarching in the streetsagainst their hypocrisythey singLean On Meas dusk descendson that once mighty hilldefending their democracyinside this inequalityburrows all our fatewe pray it is not too latemy eyes tear stained at the sightwe watch … Continue reading and i have only words

Looks Like The 2020s Are Gonna Make The 60s Look Like The 50s

Hey mom, up again at this ungodly hour, second day in a row. I don’t know, 2AM rolls around and for some unknown reason my body wakes me up, and I stumble to the kitchen to check the time, after a pee, with wee Pika streaming along behind, tripping over her as I turn back to decide… do I wake or do I try? Well, … Continue reading Looks Like The 2020s Are Gonna Make The 60s Look Like The 50s