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...