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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