A Rare, Explicitly Political, Post

September 8, 2024

 

Composed mostly of memes.

I walk around this academic town and see “Harris” signs aplenty. Still don’t know if it’s safe to put a “Trump” sign in my yard. It wasn’t last time.

Not that I idolize Trump. But I do notice the difference . . .

As far as I can tell, no one in my extended group of acquaintances has shifted one iota from their seemingly chronic TDS. Here’s what I would like to tell them, if given the opportunity. Which means, if they actually ask me.

To my mind, if Trump doesn’t win, then our great nation is lost. It may be lost anyway, if he wins, due to the chaos sure to descend from the left.

(Either way, chaos. Because if the left does manage to steal it again, the righteous right will be literally “up in arms.”)

The one singularly beautiful ray of light I see beaming down upon us is the unifying alliance between Trump and RFK Jr. Both men extraordinarily courageous in the face of continuous looming threat of assasination.

Both men know full well that our government is massively corrupt.

 

Sigh . . .

 

 

SCAMS I FELL FOR . . . and more

September 7, 2024

Continuing from yesterday’s SCAM post, I confess: I’m not at all immune to the psy-ops perpetrated by “them,” whoever they may be.

Examples:

All resulted in keeping F.E.A.R (false evidence appearing real) alive. So that I cowered, compliant.

Oh, there were lots of events that also woke me up. Including way back on November 22, 1963, 9/11, and so on. But somehow my brain was split in two. On the one hand, I knew most scary events were psy-ops, either downright false, or misinterpreted, and so on. On the other hand, the larger psy-ops having to do with the state of the world in general were very liable to get me.

All true, until the COVID CON woke me up for good. Unified that split brain.

Oh, and btw: here’s a meme I forgot to include yesterday, re: climate change scam.

And here’s one showing rare good sense.

On the other hand, remember that those panels, when their life is over, leave behind toxic trash.

There are times when this is how I roll . . .

Take that as either zen or despair, depending . . .

But then, hell, let’s go!