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. 

We Can Still Eat The Ice Cream…

 

Hi!

At this moment in history, chaos is rampant in the world. The idiotic wars, the protection of pedophiles, the rampant epidemic of blind stupidity that carries overwhelming symptoms of boot licking, butt kissing and an uncontrollable urge to try to spin gold out of bullshit. 

But...

As most of us work our way through this muck, tirelessly striving to get to the other side without suffering irreparable damage, we need to take a breath once in a while. Even as we continue to throw light into the shadows, making the pests nervous as hell, we can still eat the ice cream and smell the flowers.

It can be easy to be swallowed up by what is happening, but every now and then, it's good to take enough of a step back, a step big enough that allows room for joy, for laughter.

I never thought I would say this, but we should take a page out of King Charles' book of humour.

I mean...

The digs in his speech just subtle enough, going over the heads of the majority of Republicans, as they stood and clapped like the trained seals they are for the pokes and jabs delivered with surgical precision.

Then there was the gift of the bell. 

I mean...

It was a bell from a British submarine the H.M.S. Trump. A submarine that was a complete and utter dud. Then there is the meaning of the bell itself. Gifting someone a bell is referring to the bell end, which kind of resembles the head of a penis. When someone in Britain calls you a bellend, or gives you a bell, they are calling you and dumb dickhead. 

We know it's shiny and gold in colour, being brass and all, so the Cheeto will treasure it, but when you caught the look in the King's eyes as he was making the presentation of said bell, you would have seen what was behind the pleasant words. It was the same look my dad would get in his eyes when he knew he had pulled off a fantastic prank. 

Okay, and now can we talk about the correspondence dinner fiasco?

As more information comes to light, the events of that night look more and more hinky. Even those who are doing their level best to not see what is unfolding in front of their eyes are finding it more and more difficult to not see what is unfolding in front of their eyes. 

It would have taken a perfect storm of incompetency and and idiocy to allow this guy to get as far as he did. Although I will never underestimate the abundance of both of these traits among Grand Cheeto bootlickers, something like this shouldn't have been able to happen. Even with the intellectual deficiency that flooded that space, they should have been smarter than the dog. The dog figured it out instantly. Then to find out the "shooter" never shot at all, and the only shots fired were from secret service, and the only guy that got hit was one of their own... I mean...

You combine all of this with the bragging about how many cognitive tests he's taken, other moronic drivel that keeps drooling out of the his mouth, his posts, AND his falling asleep friggin' everywhere, and then expect comedians NOT to jump all over this self-proclaimed jesus? The complete lack of logic reaches a level of delusion I will never understand. 

So, in these times of uncertainty, and chaos, sift through and find any joy you can, if you can't find it, create it. Yes, we are living through crazy times, but we have to remember to Live through them the best we can, and not just survive them. 

Dear neighbours to the south, it's time. You got this. 

Tick Tock, Cheeto, Tick Tock...

What We Have vs What We Are Waiting For...

 

Hi!

Well, the first photo was taken April 24th, 2026. Yup, yesterday. This is Saskatchewan. This time of year, it's not too crazy that we get snow. It's basically rain with an attitude problem, at this point, but it makes driving interesting for a day or two. The highway becomes a combination of snow and ice and the blowing snow makes it hard to see. This photo was before the real snow hit.

The second photo is the flip side of the first, and the reason we put up with what's happening in the first.

I'm sure our neighbours to the south completely understand putting up with situations that cause chaos and are so obviously not at all what anybody wants. They know what it's like to see what's out there, comprehend and internalize the risks and dangers, but feel powerless, waiting for the plows to come out and clear it away. 

The thing is, these same neighbours had the power to squelch the storm, but too many of them wore magical glasses that warped the reality of the deadly ice into visions of luscious fields and unicorn skies. Now, it seems, the lenses are cracking, shattering, revealing to those to are brave enough to see it, the truth. 

The good news is the ice won't last, it's already melting before our eyes. Old Man winter is having a hard time staying awake, and will soon be gone. 

Yeah, the photos of the Grand Cheeto sound asleep in the the Oval, in front of banks of lights and cameras, while people are actively talking, I mean..... 

In a room, surrounded by his most loyal bootlickers, obviously out like a light, and NOBODY tried to wake him? Are they actively accidentally/on purpose letting the reality of his old, dementia riddled brain reach those who still choose to wear the magical glasses? This, the quoting from the bible of Tarantino by Pete the Pathetic, it makes you wonder...

At the very least, someone, or maybe several someones are allowing the curtain to slip, exposing him for what's left of who he is.

I don't know if they can, or even want to continue to prop up this Weekend a Bernie's experiment until the midterms. It's gotta be exhausting. Constantly trying to squeeze some kind of sense out the nonsense that continually comes out of his mouth during the day, and his postings during the night. Relentlessly defending the defenseless. Trying to make people believe that this predator pedo is some kind of savior. All the while, doing all of this, knowing after it's over, if they, themselves aren't brought up on charges, they most definitely will struggle gaining employment cleaning puke out of the rides at an amusement park. 

What we, the world, have is a leader on the world stage incapable of rationale, incapable of any kind comprehension and processing of complex thought or situations. The world is having to witness and endure the collateral damage of the malignant/antagonistic narcissistic collapse of a President who was never qualified to hold the office on his best day. 

What we, the world, are waiting for is the removal of the madness. What we are waiting for is to witness and celebrate the accountability and justice. What we are waiting for is for the United States to put someone behind the resolute desk that has a clear understanding of what it stands for, and has the character and decency to bring dignity back to the office of the presidency. 

No country is perfect, we are all a work in progress. This guy has been a hard lesson, hopefully well learned, never to be repeated.... anywhere. 

How Far.......

 Hi!

So, let me get this straight...

The Grand Cheeto is shit talking the Pope, still losing the war he started for no reason, and thinks he's Jesus.

Got it.

That's all totally normal for the leader of a country. Sure.

Let's not forget the guy he put in charge of the military spouting a verse from the book of Tarantino, Chapter Pulp Fiction, thinking he was reciting the bible. Chef's kiss to the staff member on his team that allowed that to happen. I mean, they can't all be on his level of stupid, can they? It had to be on purpose...right?

Oh, and how about the disavowed Kennedy that growled his way through some questions from congress with such idiocy, it was hard to keep up. 

You know everyone can see and hear this stuff, right? Like, everyone... all over the world.

We watch this train wreck and wonder when you are going to stop it. 

Where's the line? How far are you willing to let him go? 

It's not just your country this is affecting. He's jumped too many timelines with his insanity. What's left of his warped, deteriorating brain is just the evil without a filtre. At least before the dementia, he was willing and able to keep some of the quiet parts quiet, at least pretend to have a grip on reality. 

Soon, he will be blurting confessions about the good old days he and Epstein shared and their special secrets will be exposed at some bootlicker event, on camera, over a mic, the red hats surrounding him clutching their pearls. Can't wait.

We've witnessed evil brains at work. We've witnessed dementia riddled brains malfunctioning. It's not often we witness an evil brain betray itself. Karma. 

Sadly, it's likely going to take decades for the United States to earn back any kind of international trust, if it can be earned back at all. This kind of damage doesn't jut go away when he changes his address from the Whitehouse to the Big House. 

You put him in charge... twice. We have every right to be wary of your judgement. 

Even Your Wife...

 

Hi!

You know, in witnessing what is going on south of our border, one might come to the conclusion that the guy currently occupying the oval office just might not know what he's doing.

I'm no expert, but it sure seems like everything he touches turns to crap... correction, not just crap, but Dumb and Dumber, Jeff Daniels bathroom scene level diarrhea... the extended version... in 8K... with Dolby sound.

He commits war crimes, sending America's young men and women into direct harm to try and distract from his heinous crimes against children. He can't keep the lies straight as to the why he's trying to manufacture to justify said war. He tries to tell his red hat brigade that the war has been won, when anyone with the slightest level of functioning information intake and half a brain can see, with absolute certainty, that is not even close to being true.

He threatens annihilation like it's nothing, stamps his feet, trails off mid-sentence, then yells some more, and continues to accomplish nothing. The Strait of Hormuz was open, and running freely before Temu Biff decided to, once again, remove all doubt about the depth his ineptitude and depravity. It was fine. Now, if and/or when Iran chooses to reopen it, it sounds like there are going to be fees. Heavy ones.

Thanks, idiot Cheeto, for once again creating a problem where there wasn't one. 

This self proclaimed deal maker couldn't negotiate nap time with a toddler.

If I had to point to one thing that this moron was ever so slightly succeeding with, was using this horrible war as a distraction from his crimes against children with his pal Epstein. These horrors were being talked about a bit less... but then.....

You know, Melania is a horrible person with a moral compass permanently stuck on "whatever benefits me," but hey, if she wants to hold a press conference, in the Whitehouse, basically taking out a a full colour front page ad, and bring the Epstein files back into forefront, so be it. 

I mean, pretty much everything she said in trying to deny her relationship with the POS Epstein is such easily proven bull crap, but that doesn't even matter. She all but demanded that Congress bring the survivors in and have them testify under oath! Now, I know she's not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, but she has to know that if those women testify, her hubby is cooked, right?! I mean, she HAS to know that... she can't not know it... and she did it anyway.

The Cheeto's final book should be "How to Make the Whole World Hate You... Especially Your Wife."

Those who still lick the boots are finding out his diapers leak, and what they are licking is no longer mud. He is outliving his usefulness, even to them. The Cheeto Cheer squad podcasters and influencers are turning on him. Fewer and fewer people are showing up to his ego-stroking events, and the wells of "good press" used to keep him from throwing ketchup at the walls are drying up... quickly. 

Awww the smell of Karma in the Spring.....

Tick Tock.

To Those Who Celebrate...

 Hi!

To those who celebrate a religious holiday this weekend, Enjoy!

It seems no matter the reason, getting together with loved ones and sharing meals is universal. So embrace this time spent under one roof, cherish it, celebrate!

With all of the insanity that is going on, we need to take these moments and make the absolute most of them.

So, the people running things just south of the 49th seem to be proving their incompetence in the most spectacular of ways. This is apparently what happens when completely unqualified people are put in positions they have no business inhabiting. 

At this point, does any of it surprise us anymore? I mean, if you ask a toddler to do your taxes, you can't be surprised when mistakes happen, can you? 

I mean, the guy in charge of health eats bloated roadkill and swims in shit... literally. The guy in charge of the military can't spell it. The woman, who was somehow too incompetent, even for this collection of morons, brought burn books instead of answers to testify under oath. 

And let's not forget the king of morons, the grand Cheeto himself, who, maybe for the first time in his life, maybe, just maybe, might be on the cusp of some real life consequences. This dementia ridden, soulless, malignant narcissist is on the verge of crashing into the reality he has managed to avoid his entire life. 

Here's hoping the big macs don't take him out before he gets to feel the humiliation, the defeat, the unfathomable weight of carrying every horrific deed. I hope he hangs around long enough to be forced to watch his life play in slow motion for all the world to see, the veil of the cult stripped away, truth the only spotlight. 

Hopefully this lesson in idiocracy is almost over. 

We've learned that actual qualifications are important.

We've learned the importance of critical thinking.

We've learned that stoking fear of each other is a weapon of mass distraction.

As a Canadian, there isn't a day that goes by, that I am not incredibly grateful that, given the choice between a Temu Cheeto and a qualified adult, we, as a nation, put the adult in charge. 

We put the right person in the job.

Grateful. 

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....