Just a wee note to my buddies and pals that hear my woofs in the wilderness…
I’ll mostly likely be a bit short on time, for a time, not because I donut care, but because I’m in the biggest fight of my life: For my parents. And so I sing dis song: And I only drink a wee beer once in a while, because mostly I forget to do that… The chorus, my main poogies, it’s all about the CHORUS— I yam a warrior pooge.
I’m a huge supporter for the Littles, the pups, who are so tender and vulnerable, and so easy to harm. This is true for most of us, I believe, on some level. But it’s another thing when victims are the very young, or the very elderly, and those who are challenged cognitively— and with elders that is a very broad and complex thing in and of itself (I donut put them on a shelf). It’s not the same for everyone, it varies, it even ebbs and flows. Point is, being venerable sometimes means, for many elders, also being vulnerable, very vulnerable. Emotionally, physically, and in various other ways, just as the Littles are so. Neglect is a rotten way to treat anyone who needs a helping hand.
I am nearing the end of a year of Sheer Hell. To make it short for a post, I have one very challenging brother with an un-diagnosed, nearly-life-long psychological malignancy, who has decided that I am Satan and he is God (and a nudder one who is just a regular narcissist with a kink (stink) in his panties). Most Arful Bro (MAB) has assumed (Near) Total Control of my parents’ lives, and I must resort to sneaking and hiding the means of helping them a great deal of the time, because he is determined to, and often succeeds, in stepping in and undermining my support of my folks, not in order to do something better for them, but to stump ME, shut me out, and generally abuse me, to the detriment of my folks. This can only be explained by understanding the nature of Evil. To let good food rot in the fridge because it was made by MOI… shiiiiiiiiiit, y’all.
I consider him to be a full-bore psychopath. He fits all the criteria. I could be wrong, but… Could I compare him to a winter’s day? Ohhhh, yesh: Ice Storm and plunging temps. I have often noticed how closely the MAB’s behavior ebbs and flows surprisingly in step with the General Evil going on by the Psychotard Oligarf Muffo Rat Bastard Slimemongers now prancing around the Globby stage, wishing and trying to insist that they, too, deserve to rule over everyone else… It’s uncanny, I mite add.
Some of you know about this already. I’ll just say that after nearly a year of biding my time, hoping for the best, realizing I must act, sooner than later, I have a LOT of documentation. Some of it lies with other people unknown to my family, keeping it safe for me. So, my point is,
wiff all this Family Hell going on, plus working thirty-plus hours in my three work days, I may not be able to be as prolific as I have been. And I may not get to all the posts of other Stackers as much as I’d like. Apologies for that, because I do luuuv my Stackers, and I OM daily for all of you, ALL the Stackers, and Everyone Else, and the entire EARF, generally speaking (woof!).
So, a few dog shots for fun, and then I must take a nap… Send good vibes to my MommanDad if you’re so inclined (Mai mama donut dance, and mai daddy donut lock n load), and here’s a biggo slobbery dog kiss and a stompin’ loud and hearty WOOOOF!
(I’ve always wonderned: What’s so funny ‘bout Pete’s glove and rubber banding?)
Arf, arf, arf, arf, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive…
Well, I’m Back in Black…
Bye, bye, Miss American pie… Now she’s an American WARRIOR POOGE (avec pie)
All in all, he’s just another prick in the wall…
I Can See Clearly Now
Trotting down the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Wake me up when September ends… (wag to Isaac Middle!)
Don’t feel PITY pour moi, just send DOG POWER…
Just because someone is family doesn't mean they can't be a POS. Personally, I think our society has become too lax when it comes to misbehaving family members. I have no problem calling out any member of my family who is on a dark path regardless of their position in the hierarchy. We used to do this in society. But now, it seems there's no level of evil that isn't supported by family members. Things that these same family members would call a stranger out for are tolerated out of some weird loyalty. Even wild animals will kick out a herd member that isn't fitting in properly. IMHO, we need to start facing the truth and be willing to know when to help and when to banish a family member. And for God's sake, please start disciplining our children again! Everyone does NOT get a participation trophy in real life. I feel your pain Jaan. Hang in there.
Don’t let that mangy mutt get you down or make you sick... only good vibes and victory for you my friend