Woofings, Everybuddy!!
I was going to post a post last week, but couldn’t get into my page! Grrrrrooof! I mush say (woof!) that libraries are great, but one hour a day to get through a week of email is RUFF. Anyway, life without a puter is surprisingly JUST FINE… No extreme convenience, but… no extreme conSCREENience, either… Like waking from a dream, my Good Dogs. I will live the Way of the Free Dog… Forever.
Hammy Birfday every day!
Mostly. But I wanted to tell you: Here in WA State, home of the Woke, land of the Freak, I had to goggle at a notice that came with my yearly FEE DEMAND for putting a sticker on my car license plate (yesh, this dog DOES drive, for a job, even, but I do wear my human suit to do so) saying I’m worthy. The demand for money including a notice telling us that we either GET the “right” kind of ID— FEDERALLY RECOGNIZED— or we can just forget being able to DRIVE. Their actual words are that we’ll “get left behind.”
Tyranny, anyone? Absolute control? Uh, yip. And you’d better have insurance, too, no matter WHAT your driving record is like! No matter what anything is like, you gotta have a license to EXIST. You gotta pay the state to own a house, buy anything, to do anything… They’re happy to relieve you of your wealth for ANY reason, any season, any damn greasin’ their wheels of Fortune and… GRIFT. Owwooooo, I yam tired of gubbermint, y’all. I yam tired of having to bleed wealf for every fricken fing I doooooooooooo!
I fot about running for arfice, but… my tail donut wag for that kind of life. I donut LIKE politichans, why wood I wanna BE one?
Udderwise, my psycho bro is still playing his psycho game and treating my elder, vulnerable parents, as my Most Excellent Pal Jacqee says, like gerbils. Except my folks understand the language and he tells them Evil Things (lies and nastiness). I try to get over there every day arf to give them Good Eats and TLC… they donut like it if I lick their faces, tho… Anyway, they taste like cookie beard and dammmm grammmm crackers!
Ha har harf!
Muchas Gracias to Izabela, thou art Most General and Kind!
Merci to all those of you who have clung to the Woofings Life Raft!
Danke to most of you for continuing to send treats!
GET THEE REDDY FOR THE COMING HAMMER, MY PEEPS…
And FIE to whomever messed wiff mai email… YOU KNOW WHO Y’ARE, and SODA EYE.
(Mike! And your accomplice, too. Grrrrrr, but you cannot win against ME.)
I’ll be back soon, and meanwhile, HOWLIN’ AT THE MOOOOOOOON!
I look for telephone sales. Clearly no driving needed. Mighty thin market. Even remote telesales high paycheck shit jobs in SF Bay Area get 571 applicants I note from LinkedIn.
No DMV, no job. I keep encountering this in the online ads I uselessly respond to.