I mean... really?

 

Hi!

You know, it's baffling to think that millions of people still need to take to the streets across the world to amplify the fact that people should be treated with decency and respect. 

It's sad that still, in 2026, it's so absolutely necessary to put forth with such force such simplistic ideals, ideals that should be so engrained in the soul of humanity at this point, that they should be completely taken for granted.

Why do people still need to take to the street to fight for the fact that children are precious and should be protected at all costs, that everyone should be in charge of what happens to their own bodies, that adults should be able to love and/or marry anyone they choose, that striving for a better life isn't criminal, and that blowing each other up for the sake of power and money is stupid?

I mean... really?

But, this is where we are.

The Tangerine Tyrant opens his putrid mouth spewing the garbage of his dementia-riddled brain, words that turn into destruction and death.

All to avoid accountability for his life of evil deeds. 

It won't work.

For people did and do take to the streets, making their voices heard, voices magnified by truth. Millions of voices fighting for reason, fighting for justice, fighting for peace, fighting for decency.

He's running out of time. He's running out of people who fear him. He's running out of people who are willing to support him. He's running out of the ability to stay awake. He's running out of the ability to make any kind of sense when he speaks. He's running out of time. 

He's trying to run away from the accountability that is nipping at his bone spurs. 

Tick tock, Tangerine, tick tock....

Hamster Wheel Of Horror...

 

Hi!

With everything that's going on in the world, it can feel, sometimes, that time is simultaneously standing still and moving at lightning speed.

The news is a relentless onslaught, putting on an endless display of the absolute worst of humanity. Showing us in real time what happens when money and power are put at the centre of the universe. When accountability for the richest and most powerful remains unchecked for far too long. When the very few on the planet who actually have the means to do the most good for the most people choose, instead, to use their wealth and position to exploit and destroy young lives for their truly evil, heinous, entertainment. 

Every day, bombing, innocent people, senselessly killed, evidence of torturing children revealed, a horror movie on repeat. Only, it's not. The bombings are happening in different places, it's additional innocents being slaughtered every day, it's further evidence of more children being tortured every... single...day.

It's all happening so fast, the piling on, the "more of the same" becoming heavier and heavier.

I know it's hard to believe, but there will be a day, in the not too distant future when we turn on the news, and it will be different.

The Pumpkin POTUS will no longer be the one sitting behind the resolute desk. Serious people with functioning moral compasses will be back at the helm. It won't be paradise, but at least it won't be the dementia driven hell it is right now. 

Accountability will come. War crimes do get prosecuted. People absolutely go to prison for raping, torturing, murdering and sex-trafficking children. 

Although it may seem like we are living in a horror driven news loop... we aren't.

Time is passing, the Karma clock is ticking, with each day that passes, the insanity comes one day closer to reaching its end. We will finally be able to step off this hamster wheel of horror. 

At least this chapter. 

Sorry, that was pretty skeptical. 

Look, we all know that there will always be evil-doing humans out there, but maybe, just maybe, this stretch of history will teach us not to vote for them. 

Time is passing, the warmth is on the horizon, the light will, once again, outshine the dark. 

We got this.

Short...But Not So Sweet...

 

Hi,

This is going to be a bit short and, well, probably not real sweet.

Short, because I have a fever and feel like I've been hit by a truck, not so sweet, because a moron is still raging war for no reason, getting people killed for no reason, and, dammit, driving the cost of gas way up, again, for no reason.

Well, I guess it's not for NO reason. He's trying to distract from the horrible truths that live within the Epstein files and in the words of those he victimized. He can't seem to comprehend that truth is patient, it will wait. It doesn't go away. It won't go away. 

It will be here waiting for him... always. 

You're a despicable being, Dementia Donnie, that will never change.

Time Is Precious...

 

Hi!

So, I turned sixty a couple of days ago... and I couldn't be more grateful.

My body still allows me to go for long walks, build bonfires, and chase after toddlers. I'm still strong, healthy, and capable. I still have the ability to exercise critical thinking, successfully write college level essays, and hold my own in complicated debates. 

Grateful.

This is a milestone that holds a ton of gravitas for me, personally. If you've been a reader for a while, you know that my two older sisters didn't have the privilege of reaching sixty. We had to say goodbye to Char when she was only 46, and Yvonne, only a couple of months before her 60th birthday.

The privilege of turning 60 is not lost on me. Yes, my body and mind remain strong, but both love to remind me that I'm not 30 anymore. Everything takes a little more prep, a little more effort, and a bit more recovery time.

Grateful.

I'm still here. My life is good. I have a loving husband and family, a job I love, and the ability to enjoy it all. 

I know it's not the same for everyone. For some, the idea of getting older is scary. 

To those who are struggling with turning 60 this year, just remember.

We are the first of Gen X to reach this milestone. We have never done anything like those who came before us. We don't age like our parents and grandparents did, look at the pictures, if you don't believe me. We simply walk through life differently. 

I mean, when you think of the next twenty years, what does it look like? Life experience has shown us what really matters. We've learned that time is the most precious commodity there is. How are you going to choose to spend it? And with whom? 

Spend time with people that light you up, and encourage you to shine. Limit time, or distance yourself completely, if possible, from those who deplete you, or make you feel less than. Life is short, you shouldn't waste time walking on eggshells when there is plenty of solid ground. 

Anyway, happy birthday to me! 

In other news...

The grand Cheeto has dug a big hole for himself and the bootlickers he keeps close by. It's like he can't stop himself from digging! It doesn't seem to matter what he blows up, how many innocent people he kills in the process, or how may countries are getting dragged into the mayhem... the Epstein stuff is NOT going away. More information is trickling into the public every day, and the more we see, the guiltier he looks.

Other countries aren't redacting the names of the abusers, they are actually more interested in protecting the victims and survivors. They are more interested in putting pedophiles in prison, or worse. 

His brain is so many kinds of broken at this point, I doubt he can even comprehend the seriousness of what is going on. He is so easily distracted by statues and drapes, if he wasn't the guy that had access to nuclear codes, it would be frickin' hilarious. 

I am so relieved that we Canadians put someone in charge who knows what the hell he's doing. He's smart, he's coherent, and highly respected around the world. 

Time is precious, how much of it does the world have to put up with Dementia Donnie at the wheel? Neighbours to the south, you have a chance to make some changes come November. Please do!

We miss you!

There Is No Bottom...

 

Hi.

Soooooo, here we are.

The Tangerine Tyrant has illegally started a war, killing children and putting countless other people in harm's way, and why?

He is feeling the heat of accountability nipping at his cankles. He running out of places to hide. He has painted himself into a corner dripping in consequences and instead of standing up and facing those who have survived his evil, admitting his wrongdoing, and accepting what he deserves, he starts a bloody war.

Apparently, there is no bottom to the cesspool that is this regime, and what they are willing to do to protect their dear leader.

Maybe there should be a new rule. If you want to start a war, your own children should have to be the boots on the ground, hell, they should be at the front of the line. You know it won't be the children of the filthily rich that will be getting hurt or worse, no, it will be your kids, your neighbours' kids, I mean, the ones they haven't deported, or put in the concentration camps anyway.

It's not going to work. It's not going away. He is just adding volume to his rap sheet, which at this point is thicker than his grift bible. It's not going to work, it's not even going to put a pin in it. If anything, it's going to speed up the process because he insists on proving just how evil he is with brazen bravado in broad daylight. It puts an even bigger sense of urgency to bringing him to justice.

The Clintons testified under oath. It's his turn. It's time to hold those cankles to the fire. He, and those who worship him, must know that people like Andrew, formerly known as a prince, are going to spew out everything they know, name all the names, hand over all they can, if it means some sort of deal for them. Self preservation is all they know. They will become a desperate, soulless choir. 

The grand cheeto just needs to come to understand that there is no escaping the consequences of his actions. There is no diversion big enough, there is  nothing he can do to stop what's coming his way. The surviving women who had their childhoods obliterated at his hand will get justice... finally. So will those are being illegally detained, deported, and worse. 

Like I said, the rap sheet is growing rapidly.

Tick Tock, Donnie.

One Down...

 

Hi.

The top photo, my friends, depicts one half of what is called a sundog. It's basically Mother Nature's heads up that what is depicted in the second photo is about to happen. 

I tried to edit it in order to do it justice, but my phone just couldn't quite make it happen. It's actually gorgeous. 

So.....

Andrew, formerly known as a prince, was arrested. Actual royalty, not a pretend king. Other countries, the ones from where some of these children were stolen, are starting to dig deep into the evil that created and apparently still sustains this horrific group of sub-humans. 

The Grand Cheeto has absolutely no say in how these countries handle the information they find. His boot-licking cowards have no power as to what the information leads to, or what's redacted. International laws come into play. 

No matter how much his sycophants want to pretend that this Epstein thing is a "nothing to see here" event, they are going to find out that the rest of the world actually cares about children, and what happens to them at the hands of a bunch of rich, bored monsters.

This kind of evil almost goes beyond anything the world has seen before, in my opinion, second only to the Holocaust. The cesspool these animals lounge in has no bottom. As more information is being made available to the public, you read it and think, "this is as evil as evil can possibly get," then the next batch comes to the surface screaming, "you think that was bad, hold my beer!" 

It's hard to wrap your head around what can possibly be going through the minds of these "people" to justify what they do. What can you possibly say to yourself to make this behavior palatable? 

Regardless from which angle you look at all of the public information, the Grand Cheeto is neck deep in all of it. If you still support him, I just can't understand how. 

Where is your line? Do you have one? How do you justify your support in your own mind? It's a sincere question. This isn't about policy. This is about kids. What if they got their hands on one of yours, or your grandbabies? Would you still be okay with sweeping it all under the rug?  

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A Beautiful Day...

 Hi! 

I know. 

You're probably getting tired of the sunrise/sunset pics, but in my defense, I do live in the aptly named "Land of The Living Skies", so how can I not?

So, as it is Valentine's day weekend, I decided to keep this week's ramblings a little lighter than they have been recently. With all of the evil bubbling to the surface, sometimes we need to take a minute to rediscover, and remind ourselves that these asshats don't represent the majority of humanity. 

Yesterday, I had the privilege of escorting my daughter and freshly 14-year-old grandson on a day of fun. For his birthday, he wanted to try sushi for the first time. and did he! He was so open to try all the things! He liked most of them, only having reservations when sampling a few of the 30+ different varieties. Then it was off to the mall where some quality time was spent picking out just the right fabric for his school project, then to a different mall to focus on selecting just the right "fit." After this it was off to one of he, and his mom's favourite places... a book store. I can't tell you how happy it makes me to witness the excitement a book store brings these two. As a writer, it always makes me so hopeful for the future to see how crowded these spaces remain, even in a society that flocks to technology constantly.

During the course of our day, we had interactions, came in contact with, made quick connections with a bunch of other people out enjoying their day in their own way. Although the entire city was busy and buzzing like an overcrowded ant farm, we witnessed no rudeness, no confrontation, no tension, no reason to be guarded... just a day of everyone being kind to each other.

And it was easy.

As we get waterboarded by all of the dark news that streams across our feeds, try to remember, they aren't all of us. They aren't even most of us. They are but a few... and karma is, and always will be a determined bitch who will get hers, one way or another. 

Stay kind. 

Days of accountability are coming, the air is thick with it. 

It's only a matter of time.