Astrologer, published author, conference presenter, world traveler, founder & editor of Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging (1989-2001) , and founding visionary of Green Acres Permaculture Village (2010 to present).
Once again, I can’t help but focus on the trans/woke/CRT phenomenon, which, I notice, has infected the Monroe County School Corporation as well.

(BTW: since when did a school system become a school corporation? I have no idea, but it bugs me. A cursory search did bring me to this, related.)
I keep collections of memes on my desktop, and of course, “trans/woke” is one of the categories. And please do forgive me for this obsession. I’m obsessed with an obsession that seems to have completely infected this culture. I’m meta-obsessed, you might say.
Let’s start here:

People who think for for themselves recognize that our society has been gradually, subtly, and now blatantly infected with a mind-virus that absolutely insists on dividing people into smaller and smaller, weirder and weirder “identity” categories. “Divide and Conquer.” The more they can divide us, the more animosity is stirred up, the more confused we become, the easier we are to control.
But I do think the tide is turning, especially given that the ponzi fiat financial system is failing and superfluous weirdnesses like trans/woke/CRT will no longer be funded.
Which is good. VERY GOOD.
Remember:

Lots and lots of us are.

The film, What Is A Woman, is well worth watching, as poker-faced Matt Walsh goes around the country, interviewing various people associated with this idiocy — teachers, counselors, men dressed as women (trans), women dressed as men (trans), psychologists, academics, administrators, confused kids, etc — asking a single question: What Is A Woman? He sits there across from each of them, without visible emotion, and drills down into their evasions to his question, making each one acutely uncomfortable, as he or she (and there are ONLY two genders), often starting out with a superior attitude, spouts various programmed nonsense, most of which can simply be “identified” by the language used. For example, according to these weirdos, a person is “assigned” a sex at birth.
WHAT?
Here’s a typical, excruciating, clip from the movie:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYkvV6cUyN4&ab_channel=JPEducation
And now, guess what? The Bee has produced a movie, WHAT IS A MAN?, equally long, but with a twist. Watch it long enough to know. Totally hilarious.
Yes . ..

Furthermore:

Plus:


We have three traps with cantalope slices set in two different yards. This is the second groundhog we caught, two days ago, with the first the day before. This second one a baby compared to the humongous first one. Then today, another big one. There are at least one big one and four or five little ones to go. We take them out to a place in the woods about fifteen minutes from here, near Lake Monroe, hoping they will find one another.
Here’s today’s catch. Carisa, Ollie and Wyatt took this one, another big one, out there. I accompanied them, to show Carisa where we are letting them out. (Carisa has been gone for the past week, so this is the first time she had to transport.)



This groundhog, like the others, shot outta there so fast, there was no time to take a picture. As ever, we are hoping they will all find one another.

On our return, we saw another small groundhog, just as it was disappearing behind another neighborhood house. And my next door neighbor just told me that he saw a big one, going into his hole behind their shed, just a few minutes ago! So he set the two traps we put there, again.
Hmmm . . . so this means we have at least three adult groundhogs, besides the litter of five or six that we know about.
Well, one thing you can say for this situation . . . it’s bringing neighbors together in a new way, and all with common purpose, to get these critters to paradise, where they belong.
Our urgency, however, has to do with the fact that they had already munched on all the radishes and greens we were growing out back.
”And you? My teacher looked up, his left eyebrow arched, pencil poised. 'I want to do a paper on the concept of time.’” I mumbled, timidly. 'Time?' He sniffed. “I wouldn’t touch the subject. Too difficult.” — AK, 1967
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Yep! Totally agreed.