Woofings!
Fangks for the kind comments, to those of you who sent me some (chicks are in the mail). Please do me the favor of putting your gracious kudos here on the blog, it helps with my readership appeal! Yes, I am not shy about saying that I want to grow my audience, especially since Farcebark is trying very hard to muzzle me. Nooooooooooooooooooo! But yes, it’s okay to send biscuits. (Not to the Evil Squirrels of the Borg, to me, at my dog house.) It’s not easy for rebel dogs to get mush play on FlockBlock, mush less get a job.
I am so pleased, and so excited (waggity tail!) to see that vast convoy of truckers rolling across Canada, and now I think also down south in the US.
CHEERS, TRUCKERS!! You ROCK and roll!
We shall prevail, oh yes, we shall. What I’m concerned about is how long that takes, and what happens before we put the Evil Rat Bastards down, and can start to reconstruct our lives and our world in a peaceful, productive, healthy, and NEW way, free of tyranny and general ugliness. That’s right, with Dogs in charge. Treats and Walkies every day!!!
So today I just want to mention something that continues to distract me, and that is: distraction! Briefly, I see over and over again, almost daily, as we make strides in opening up this “narrative” and looking at it with fresh and refreshed eyes, blinking slowly in the haze, the evidence that Divide and Conquer, a favorite and highly effective tool of the Evil Ones, works really well. Far too well.
Has it occurred to anyone else that a truck with a Confederate flag flying over it could easily have been planted? I meat, mean, would it not be possible to pay a trucker to fly that flag? It’s not as if the Evil Ones haven’t paid damn near all the doctors already! And it’s an excuse for the entire convoy to be derailed because now EVERYONE in that convoy is without question a racist. FFS!!! Puh-leeeez, my Peeps, I ass you: Can we not anticipate this? I’m not saying It Is The Case, I’m saying we are trained to knee-jerk like there is no other reaction possible. (ouch)
And then, Neil Young and his verbal vomit… Look at everyone suddenly on fire! Wot exactly is the point of being on fiyah when the BUILDING is on fiyah??? And just because ONE OLD MUSICIAN said something stupid. Not ALL the hippities were all that coo.
As we dogs say, So Woof?? Are we going to lose out fricken minds every single time someone says something stupid? Because if we are, we (well, YOU) will be quite mindless, and we will not proceed in a timely manner to the destination we all want, which is and end to tyranny and general nastiness by those who sit in their cages (yes, cages, gilt [guilt?] cages), laughing their hyena butts off (sorry, hyenas).
I’m sain, STOB jerky your kneeez. (Scratchin my fleeez)
I’m only asking that the nest time you see something and feel that outrage creeping up your spine like thermommyter mercury, take a bath breaf. Breeve slowly and deeply. Count to 10. Stop and ask if it’s really that important to you. Then try to LAUGH if arf. Brush it arf. KICK it to the curb where the poo belongs (dat includes you, Klown Swab) (an you, too, Bull Grates).
(klown x bull) dividie by Peeps = Libber Tea
And now for something completely diffident: A few JDogisms.
They fell for it— hook, line, and stinky.
This is the dawning of the Age of Asparagus!
I knew she was asleepish because of the rabbit eye movement.
Ensign, load futon torpedoes!”
This for that, tit for tat, and Squid Pro Quo.
GOOD WOOF, AND GOOD LUCK!
I actually mean lose "OUR" minds... It's hard to edit mineself, I type-- wif two toe nails.