Pissed Potpourri . . .

September 17, 2024

What a pornocorpia of bullshit! Examples . . .

I remember, back on 911, deciding to put photos of Bush, Cheney, and Rumsfeld on my altar. I figured that my own spiritual practice was to learn how to love even these vile creatures.

Now I think, Bush? His father’s puppet. Rumsfeld. Dead, at 88, as of 2021. But mastermind Cheney, with daughter Liz as his puppet? Still going strong, apparently.

 

P.S. Just realized: “vile” is an anagram of “evil.”

Okay. More.

Barbeque a male dog. You’ll see!

I could be on that boat . . .

Yeah. I’m PISSED!

Hard to believe this was 48 years ago. If it seemed over the top then, it sure doesn’t now.

Sunday peregrinations . . .

September 15, 2024

 

Yesterday was Pride Day in Bloomington, Indiana. Makes me want to barf.

But: I really appreciate the humor some people are capable of.

These days I vacillate, back and forth. A part of me wants to leave this sorry world behind and jump into a portal to the infinite . .  .

Another, approximately equal, part of me wants to live as long as possible while nudging little ones into fulfilling lives.

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But then, there’s a third alternative.

As a double Sagittarian, with Mars also in that fiery, seeking sign, maybe just transmigrate into this magnificent bird. Whee!