Looking Up....

 

Hi,

I do a lot of driving during my everyday life, and living in Saskatchewan, known for its living skies, you'll often find me pulled over to the side of the road taking photos. Most of the time, I don't don't even need to pull over, as there is literally no traffic. 

What I see depends on the time of day, the road I find myself on, weather, and when I choose to look up with real intention.

Of course you watch the road, you watch the ditches for wildlife with a death wish, but looking up, really looking up, is intentional. 

If we only look up when it's storming, if we only look up when it's dark, we miss the beauty that comes in between. 

It's graduation season, a time when new chapters begin in abundance. 

Choose to look up often so you see more than just the darkness, more than just the storms. Breathe in the beauty of what comes in between.

You may not have the power to change the sky, but you do have the power to decide in what direction you travel, and who you take a long for the ride. 

You're stepping into adulthood at a moment in history that feels different. It feels important, and the impact you can have on it may feel heavy... and it should.

You are a generation of inclusion, and acceptance, of kindness and compassion. These are not weaknesses, they are the strengths this world, our world, needs the most. 

Step up. Be ready. Be resilient. Be bold. Be brave. Be passionate. Be honest. Be trustworthy. Be collaborative. Be someone on which people can depend. Be a critical thinker. Be authentically and unapologetically every single bit of who you are.

This time in history is showing us what can happen when greed takes the wheel. Collectively, we are turning toward a lighter destination, but we need you to help us see it through.

The Grand Cheeto and all of his idiot friends will soon be gone... one way or another. Some will go to prison, some will slither back under the rocks from which they came, others will simply expire and cease to exist altogether. 

So.... look up... with intention. You decide your direction. 

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. 

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....

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. 

It Makes You Wonder...

  Hi!

As time rolls, and the dumpster fire of a leader somehow remains out of prison and in the Whitehouse, as a sane person, it makes you wonder.

Is there a line at all? A line that he'll cross where his supporters and boot licking butt dwellers finally say, enough?

I mean, if he didn't have the job he has, and was just a regular 80-year-old dementia patient bombarding social media with the crazy, racist, delusional garbage that he does, they would be taking away his devices and replacing them with the Fisher Price versions that are more suited to his intellect.

If his family actually cared, they would be putting him in a home to live out his golden years where he can't do any more harm. 

Maybe, and I'm just spitballing here, just maybe someone, anyone, should hold him accountable for all of the completely evil crap he's done. All of it. That would get his hands off of the nuclear codes, would take his fingers off the triggers of ICE, would stop the insanity of trying to steal the midterm elections, would allow action to be taken regarding all of the Epstein evil, would remove him from the world stage, and allow humanity to take a full breath. 

It makes me wonder... how do the people that lie for him, defend him, and continue to stroke his frail ego... how do they see this playing out?

He's old, both his mental and physical health are failing rapidly, he was an evil asshole to begin with, so it's not going to get better. Not to mention, according to the protest-a-meter, the majority of voters have obviously had enough of his crap. 

So what's the long game? He's falling apart, both figuratively and literally. The mighty sword he used to swing is now made of jello. He barely even plays golf anymore, so, you know... that's a sign. 

It makes you wonder...

After this part of history moves from what we are dealing with to what we will read about in history books, as people who erased every line as it was crossed, what do you do next?

Truth is a stubborn thing, always finding its way into the light. His failing health may save him from any real consequences, but can you say the same? Just remember, "I was just following orders" doesn't fly in court.

It sure does make you wonder...

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Meanwhile some very talented, hard working people are in Spain right now, testing their limits is the best possible way. 

Here's hoping everyone has a fabulous time! Good Luck!

Go Canada! 

We Can't Avert Our Eyes...

 

Hi,

I don't know about you, but finding out just a fraction of what's in this next batch of the Epstein chronicles, makes me sick. It seems like they are trying to withhold the worst until they absolutely are forced to make all of it public. If this isn't the worst of what's to be revealed?!

The infinite chasm that overflows with the heinous evil that seems to pour from these horrible beings like water over a falls, with no regret, no remorse, no thought.

They take, they abuse, they destroy, then discard children with the same depth of humanity as a normal person would swat a mosquito. 

I  know reading these things will make me lose sleep, I know they will haunt me, but I look at this way, I can't avert my eyes. These poor babies lived through this hell, everyone needs to have the guts to at least read their truth, shine light on it, and not allow it to be buried. 

Everyone involved needs to be held accountable for their horrific actions, their compliance, their cowardice, for standing behind the monsters, instead of doing what is right for the victims/survivors. 

If they are allowed to walk away, what does that say about us, as humanity? If they aren't put in prison for selling young girls like meat, torturing them, threatening them, breaking them, disappearing them, ...

If we, as a society can't stand up against this kind of pure evil, and stand up for the girls that should have been protected from this hell to begin with...

They can't just walk away because they are rich and powerful. If they were poor people, they would be done, and would have been years ago. There would have been no sweetheart deals, no cover-ups. they can't be allowed to continue to get away with abusing their power like this! 

The power needs to be put back in the hands of the survivors, giving them the voice that was stripped from them, allowing them to give voice to the ones who "disappeared." Showing them the respect and dignity they so deserve. They have more courage than anyone. Under threat, under pressure, they stand in what is true, and don't waver. 

Maybe those who kiss the ring should take a lesson from the girls, who are now the women, standing up for their stolen childhoods. 

Their is a monster behind the resolute desk, worse than any villain that has been imagined. 

We need to know all of what they've done, we can't avert our eyes because it's hard to look. We need to look these stains on humanity in the eyes, so they know we know. 

He needs to be removed from office, and arrested... yesterday. 

All of them need to be arrested... all of them. 

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