Teetering... Tottering... And Floating Paint...

 

Hi!

So... G7...

You remember the song on Sesame Street? You know the one... "One of these things is not like the others, one of these things is not the same..."

Got it? Good.

On that note, the Cheeto Chump is definitely not like the others. Video after video shows him teetering and tottering, meandering in wrong directions, having no clue what is going on, fighting sleep, making the First Lady of France physically and visibly uncomfortable on more than one occasion, feeble handshakes using the spackled, swollen, stubby slab that hangs like an overcooked noodle at the end of his arm. He needed assistance to climb a single 6 inch step. He complained about the height of his chair, not being able to figure out how to raise it. Whining to the point that Mark Carney pulled a completely Canadian move and swapped his own chair for the one that outsmarted the current President of the United States.

He made a spectacle of signing the surrender to Iran seemingly believing he won the war crimes war that did nothing but raise prices on everything while costing American taxpayers billions of dollars. He walked away with nothing that wasn't there before he completely screwed everything up. 

This grotesque excuse of a human needs to be pummeled with the truth until it can break through his delusion that is thicker than the muck that is fighting to run through what used to be his veins. 

May he should go cool off his cankles in the Memorial Reflecting Pool he he somehow also managed to screw up.

I mean god forbid you listen to science... right?

Another 10 million dollars wasted.

Now he's trying to bleach out the self-induced algae bouquet that has blossomed so beautifully in the pool that was, once again, fine before he decided to make it a "priority." 

Now the paint he insisted upon has begun to literally float, in chunks, to the top. 

Could he just be fired and thrown in jail for raping children already? The world should not be made to endure looking at, or listening to this idiot any longer. Put him on trial, and send his evil ass to prison. 

Enough already. 

The Final Curtain...

 

Hi!

So, the Cheeto in Charge had his name stripped away from the Kennedy centre... finally. They did it late at night, behind a curtain, hoping, oh I don't know, that nobody would notice... I guess? Not only did the curtain make him look even more pathetic than he already does, but a crowd gathered and stayed to witness this momentous 'beginning of the end' for this deranged, orange, idiot. 

Next, it looks like his temu fight club birthday party might just be struck down by lightning, not that he'd be able to stay awake to watch it anyway. I mean the guy falls asleep everywhere there's a camera pointed at him... it's like he's doing it on purpose at this point. I can just hear him, "I'm a good sleeper... the best sleeper... I can sleep anywhere, anytime, no matter what's going on... you thought Joe was a good sleeper, I'm a much better sleeper than he is... you know, those cognitive tests they keep giving me... they prove it!"

Aaaannnnd... they have been using the Situation Room for strategy meetings on how to cover up Trump's involvement with Epstein. The SITUATION ROOM! And it still leaked to the press! A hand full of his most trusted, in the most secure room on the planet, and it STILL leaked. Ummmmm... yeah. 

Trying to keep his obsession with children's nipples a secret didn't work.

I think it's time to break the news to these morons. Cover-ups have a shelf life. They are a temporary stopgap. If your ship has been peppered with torpedoes, you aren't going to fix it with spit and gum. I mean, YOU might try that, but anyone with two brain cells to rub together can tell you that's not going to work. 

Then, at a major international sporting event, for the first time, I think, ever, America's National Anthem was booed loudly by thousands. This is something that should be a headline, but, now, apparently, it qualifies as nothing more than a sidenote. It wasn't the players that were being booed, it wasn't the citizens, it wasn't the entire country, or even the anthem, really. It was the Cheeto. The racist, misogynistic, demented, malignant narcissistic pedophile rapist, and the cult he rode in on. That's who got booed, and will likely continue to do so, unfortunately, for the American soccer team. 

Now, because of the Sitroom leak, and the name stripping, he has, again amped up the war with Iran, and started talking crap about Cuba and Canada again. 

They can't seem to comprehend that no matter how much crap they throw at the wall, the fact that the Cheeto they worship is a pedophile will always and forever be what sticks. 

He can try to slap his name on everything in sight, but his legacy will always be sex trafficking and raping children. Period. 

I find it fascinating that as much as the Orange Idiot loves to sue people, he has never sued anyone for calling him a pedophile. This is for one reason, disclosure is a thing. Depositions are a thing. He'd have to prove it untrue... not possible. 

The final curtain is beginning to fall. I just hope he lives long enough to watch it burn. 

As for our ordinary, lucid, sane neighbours to the south. You got this. It's the home stretch now. then the healing and rebuilding from this prolonged shitstorm can begin. 

Weekend at Donny’s….

 

Hi!

Look, we all know that the Grand Cheeto is on his way out. Anyone with a functioning brain and access to the world can see it.

This weekend at Donny's routine can't go on forever. It actually makes me sad.

I would much rather he live long enough to face the consequences of all of the evil he has vomited into the world.

This narcissistic, narcoleptic, delusional, demented, senile pedophile should, in my humble opinion, be put on trial in front of the entire world and made to face his victims, made to face the humiliation of being found guilty over and over and over again on the world stage, having every single thing he did made so public, and proven so thoroughly, even the most staunch Trump cultist couldn't deny it. 

I think he should then be thrown in prison, stripped of every penny he has as to compensate all of his victims. Then, each and every night he should get a visitor, one that inflicts upon him every indignity and abuse he inflicted upon his victims. All of it. 

He should be fed nothing but gas station sushi, have his diapers taken away, and made to sleep naked on a cold cement floor in full view of all the other inmates. He should be followed around incessantly by those his racist heart fears most, people of colour, who would do nothing but tell him the truth about himself and what he's done.

He should live to be at least a hundred so he can absorb it all.

But, alas, it's highly unlikely he'll make it to the midterms, hell he might not make the month. Even with the state of the art medicine that is being wasted on him, it looks like the guy with the black hood is waiting just out of frame, eagerly twirling his scythe in anticipation.

But... there are others.

Those who have participated, facilitated, enabled, funded, covered up, and ignored all of this that will deserve our full attention once they are voted out of power. They will have nowhere to hide. There will be no hole deep enough, nor rock big enough for them to disappear. Every single cat will be out of the bag, and they will all have names. 

No, this weekend at Donny's routine can't go on forever, then watch them all scatter like cockroaches when the fluorescent lights get slammed on high.

The truth is stubborn yet patient. It will never go away, and will wait until it's time to surface.

Sane citizens of the U.S, you got this if you fight for it. Please fight for it. 

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The World Feels Heavier...

 

Hi!

This week, you'll have to excuse the personal nature of these ramblings. I'm hoping sending thoughts through this keyboard will help me make some kind sense of this, will help this loss shift from feeling impossible to the reality my heart wants to deny, but needs to accept.

Our family lost another light. 

She was funny, talented, kind, smart, and full of just enough mischief to keep life interesting. She was a wife, daughter, sister, auntie, cousin and friend.

Growing up, our childhoods were incredibly intertwined. Of the 60+ first cousins in our family, there were three of us, all born within 6 months of each other, at most, we lived 20 minutes apart, we played together, went to school together, went through teenage drama together... all of it. 

There were countless sleepovers filled with snacks of pickles stolen from the cold room, laughing until breath became a luxury, and whispered secrets about life and our future selves. We always managed to find just the right amount of trouble to get into. Enough to get a stern lecture every now and again, but never anything tooooooo bad. 

And now, one of us is gone.

She will be missed so much by so many.

The world just feels a bit heavier now. 

I know the heaviness will fade with time, the memories will one day bring smiles instead of tears, and I know she wouldn't want people to wear this weight for too long.

My heart breaks for her mom, her sisters, brothers-in law, nieces and nephews. They now have a Janet-sized hole in their lives that will feel impossible to fill. 

The words to mend your shattered souls have yet to be invented, 

So, I won't even try.

Instead, I'll just silently sit here,

And quietly help you cry.

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Ahhhh.... Sundow... I Mean Sunsets...

 

Hi,

Okay, so like many of you out there, I absolutely love sunsets. Not only are they gorgeous, each one is unique. Each splashing colours similar to the night before, but never quite the same. Your perception changing depending from where on the planet you witness it.

As the sun descends on the Grand Cheeto, as he sundowns on camera, almost daily, he remains desperate to keep it from happening.

The days of the bootlicking morons doing everything they can to keep him in power are numbered. His minions are doing everything their tiny little brains can think of to keep him in power, but none of it will work. Even with all of the attempts at manipulating the election process, even with all the talk of him running for a third term, they will fail.

What their malfunctioning grey matter refuses to let them understand is he most likely won't even make it to the midterms, let alone 2028.

I mean, look at the man. In this moment he is 80, has a multitude of health issues that we can see in plain sight, let alone all of the crap we can't see on display. The stress of trying to keep the proof of his pedophilia at bay... I mean how many wars can he realistically start before he runs out of ammunitions? There aren't many objects left that are big enough or shiny enough to distract the world from the evil he perpetuated upon innocent children for decades.... decades. 

The "assassination" plays need to stop. Either he has the most inept, incompetent, keystone cop type security in the history of the United States, or these are skits to try to convince people he needs his ballroom bunker. It can't be neither, but it could be both. 

This is a guy who skipped his son's wedding, citing circumstances with Iran, etc. These same circumstances haven't stopped him from playing golf though...

As the sun goes down on this shit show, as with every sunset, the promise of a long-deserved rest and a new day lies at our feet.

The new day will have some heavy lifting to do to restore faith in the United States it once promised to be. Trust will need rebuilding so relationships can mend. None of our countries are, by any means, perfect, but we are progressing. If nothing else, the past ten years of watching our neighbours to the south slide backward through broken glass has been a lesson in what not to allow at the helm of your nation. 

It has displayed the fragility of democracy, and demonstrated the steps to safeguard against anything like this happening in our own country, and hopefully ever again in the States. 

The sunsets look different, depending from where you're witnessing them. The sunset on this pocket of time for our neighbours, carries with it a beauty and a hope unparalleled. 

The time for accountability is near. You got this. 

This Isn't Funny Anymore...

 

Hi!

As a Canadian, it's getting harder and harder to watch what is happening with our neighbours to the south. The guy that sits in the Whitehouse is beyond incapable of performing the duties that he is actually supposed to be performing.

Instead of doing everything he can to make life better for the citizens that put him in this position, he's building golden statues of himself, gluing gold coins on doors, falling asleep on camera almost daily, spewing absolute and utter nonsense on social media until the wee hours of the morning, admitting out loud, in front of witnesses, that he doesn't care about the average American's financial hardship, he can barely climb the stairs to get on Air Force One, and most definitely can NOT walk in a straight line to save his life.

He is a constant embarrassment to the office that used to harbour respect, and and turned it into a drunk uncle meme.

I'm not saying these things to be mean, it's gotten to the point where it's becoming more terrifying than funny. This guy is still heading your foreign policy and what drives it is self preservation. Every dictator holds an Epstein sized anvil over his head, and THAT he can still comprehend... for the most part... for now. 

This morally and criminally corrupt moron is not JUST a conman and grifter who steals from charities and promises phones that will never exist, he is a rapist and a pedophile who finds joy in the suffering of others, of children. 

He's terrified of consequences because he has never been on the receiving end of any. He's a toddler who has never heard the word no and throws tantrums to get his way. Tantrums have worked his entire life. They have taken the form of bullying, threats, lawsuits and violence. If a low level tantrum doesn't get the job done, he just amps it up. Threats to Greenland, and Canada, then came Venezuela and Iran. All because he can see the anvil getting closer to to the edge of the cliff that towers over him.

He can throw himself on the floor, kick, scream and thrash about all he wants, it won't stop what's coming. The anvil always falls. He doesn't care how many people die while he lashes out, he never has. The pain of others thrills him. Makes him feel powerful.

Sometimes, you don't ever even have to be in the same room as a person to feel the evil permeating off of them. It comes across the screen, in image and words, poisoning some minds, and putting others on guard. 

This isn't funny anymore.

It's time. It's time for real courage to step up. Impeach him. Remove him. Charge him with every single crime he has committed. Save your country while you still have a country to save.

You got this.  

Happy Mom's Day... Mama Bear Edition

 

Happy Mom's Day to everyone who answers to this most precious moniker. 

Of all the things I've done, this is the part of me I hold most dear. Am I a perfect Mom? Absolutely not!

Did I make mistakes along the way? Of course!

But, perfection was never the goal, and it shouldn't be. 

As you hold your newborn in your arms for the first time, every part of you will want to promise them this illusion of perfection. This perfection you never had. For your sake and theirs... please don't. If you try to hold yourself to that standard, you will feel like a failure every single day.

Maybe, instead, promise your best, and that you will lead with love. Know perfectly well, that there will be days so overwhelming, so exhausting, your best will feel like less than nothing. There will be days when at the end of it, lying in bed, trying desperately to sleep as your failure reel runs on repeat through your brain riddled with self-doubt, you will be convinced that this was the day that will put your kids in therapy for life and place you in the 'worst moms' hall of fame. 

But....

Oh, and there is a but...

If you allow your best take the lead, there will be days filled with messy hugs, and sticky kisses. There will be deep conversations about ladybugs and fairies, dinosaurs and firetrucks, all while dirty dishes innocently hang out in the sink. You will be regaled with tales of the hierarchy of middle school, who is mean, and who is not. Then, because of this, the door of your teenagers' room might open more often, inviting you in. 

As moms, we are protective. Often not only of our own, but all children. As aunties, as friends, we are protective. For the most part, I believe, that women, in general, are instinctually protective of children. I believe the scientific term is 'Mama Bear Syndrome.' I just made that up, so I doubt it's an official anything, but that doesn't make it any less true. 

As women, as protectors of children I believe it is our collective duty to be a voice for every child who has no one to shield them from real harm. 

We need to protect our children now, and fight for accountability and justice for those who have suffered the horrors of the past.

We can't let this Epstein evil get pushed to the side, no matter what kind of headline tries to push it to the back page. 

The ministry of primary facts has put the heaviness of the evidence on display. All 3437, 800 page volumes of files. All 17000 pounds of truth made available for the world to see. 

The Grand Cheeto, and those who seem to love the taste of his boots, will continue to try and save themselves from the consequences of what they've done. They might start even more wars, they are dangling UFO's, they are doing everything they can to make us look somewhere, anywhere else but at the truth. 

It won't work. 

The Mama Bears of the world won't allow it. 

This, narcissistic idiot who literally falls asleep standing up at this point, and whose lack of intelligence is only being amplified by his dementia, is existing on borrowed time.

Consequences... tick tock, you orange asshat... tick tock.

To our rational American friends...

You got this.