Puppy Shadow and I stop in at nearby Petco . . .

December 27, 2023

 

So. This morning, puppy Shadow and I stopped into our nearby Petco, to replenish his 16-year-old body with daily vitamins. Or is he 17? Possibly. He’s old. Likely as old as I am, at 81, and supposedly aging faster. We walk three to four miles daily. Here he is, a few minutes ago, post-walk.

 

So this morning, on our return, we stopped in at Petco, a behemoth corporation . . .

. . . which, however, sources its in-store pet offerings (cats) from nearby Brown County Animal Rescue. Good for them! We got our friendly feral ferocious cat Tiger from Petco three years ago, and had no idea just what an astonishing archetypaal being he would turn into. We no longer have rats; even a rat terrier was afraid of the rats . . . here he is, sleeping on my bed this morning, after the usual frozen December night out on the hunt.

Petco also has a great place for grooming; the young women who work there are wonderfully kind and caring animal lovers.

My son Sean and I (he drove in on Christmas Eve from Colorado to visit with his still paralyzed brother Colin for two weeks) were out to dinner last night, when he suddenly remarked: “I don’t know how people who live alone do it without animals!” I agreed, wholeheartedly. Even when you don’t live alone, in this disconnected, increasingly chaotic former culture, animals connect us to our instinctive animal nature, so that we’re not just pie-in-the sky machine minds. He prefers dogs to cats. I like them both, equally. Cats demonstrate independence, and dogs demonstrate connection. As humans, we need both, if we are to have any hope of re-membering how to be ourselves while getting along.

Okay, all the above is to introduce a story from this morning’s visit to Petco. While there, I came across a woman, middle-aged she appeared, who had stopped by a watery, glassed in realm, and was communing with its ever-curious turtle. I stopped to ask if she knew where the dog vitamins were. She did not, but was waiting for a clerk to come back with crickets, which she needs for her juvenile bearded dragon.

“Wow! How long have you had your baby bearded dragon?”

“Got it just last Friday. And, I’m going to pick up a baby python tomorrow evening . . .”

“Geez.”

“And they both better get along with my dog and two cats . . . not to mention the six cats my housemate has . . .”

But, about face! Then she told me she’s moving out of that house in two days — with her dog, baby bearded dragon, baby python, and  “getting rid of the cats.”

(Me, in my mind, surprised: “Does she really disrespect cats? The language she uses makes it seem so.”)

Me, out loud: “And do you have a place to go?” — assuming she did!

“I’m working on it” . . . she says, cheerfully,  as if no big deal, on this sunny, very cold, late December day in the northern hemisphere of planet Earth.

 

 

Day After Christmas, and ye gods, Tucker with Spacey? Huh? GLOBAL WEIRDNESS!

December 26, 2023

 

My oh my! More Christmas Weirdness!  This one not just local!

Yes. What in hell do we make of Tucker’s Christmas Eve surprise, his “interview” with Kevin Spacey aka Frank Underwood? Is Tucker controlled op, being played by the black hats? Is Spacey being played by the black hats? Is Spacey playing the black hats, laughing at them while “in character”? Is white hat Tucker showcasing comms, as detailed in House of Cards? Is Kevin Spacey actually a (double agent? triple agent) white hat?

I appreciate Joe Rambo’s contribution.

?Please for the love of God watch both of these clips back to back. ?

IMO this was not a joke. This was not trolling.

This was overacting 117% on purpose. They are pointing you at house of cards.

Tucker and X are the bastions of free speech right now. All eyes are on.… https://t.co/67Wd98WtF0 pic.twitter.com/vChUC3zqSM

— Joe Rambo (@BrainStorm_Joe) December 25, 2023

https://t.co/RKaEkZrt8b

— Joe Rambo (@BrainStorm_Joe) December 25, 2023

Then, there’s this:

Kevin Spacey flew with Jeffrey Epstein and was named in his little black book. Multiple men have come forward to accuse Spacey of sexuaI assault when they were young boys.

This is what happened to the people who came forward against Spacey:

1. Dead, suicide (Ari Behn)
2.… pic.twitter.com/TTKP0e7EEM

— Shadow of Ezra (@ShadowofEzra) December 24, 2023

All I know is I know nothing. The older I get, the more so-called reality recedes into the expanding mist.

However, I do know my own instinctive response to House of Cards, a supposedly fictional series which, in the beginning, fascinated me. Utterly. But then, as time wore on, especially when Frank Underwood literally threw the investigative reporter under the train, I began to shudder. Is Kevin Spacey playing himself? I began to think that. And this is before all the muck came out about his supposed sexual, pedophiliac transgressions. This is before any of the Hollywood stars were called out by Liz Crokin. Or at least, before her revelations were widely publicized. Or before I knew about them. House of Cards, and especially Kevin Spacey’s “role” in it, was a huge wake-up moment for me. Ever since then, I suspect most Hollywood stars, and, with a few exceptions, do not go to movies or watch netflix or other series. Just can’t trust ’em.

So Tucker thrusting Spacey into the limelight — and Tucker, frankly, looks uncomfortable to me: is that just my projection? Did he ask Spacey for this interview? Did someone command him to summon Spacey? This mind-blowing twist in the wind, blowing open any of my current “theories” about what is really going on . . . As intended?

Clear the board, folks. It’s a brand  new “card” game.

Meanwhile, loved this:

https://t.me/davidavocadowolfe/115798