Yesterday was a long day, until my good friend talked to me (actually, I think I did most of the talking, even though she’s brilliant and funny and hilarious— see how I am??!) about everything in the world and then that weight was lifted. Thank you, J.S. xo xo xo This post is a follow-up, and an explanation for, some of yesterday’s post…
So, here’s a little explanation about what I meant, exactly, when I said it’s time to ACT. One, we need to MITIGATE any damage done to us physically (and you don’t have to be jabbed to be damaged, folks). AND, two, we need to ACT, not violently, because that is inviting the same back on you, but to gum up the technology that could kill SO MANY MORE of us. Even if we can detox, do we really want to be bombarded with all this nanotechnology being sneaked into everything, trying to hybridize us into patent-able part-humans? Controlled by shit implanted in our brains? And then all these EMF’s all over the place, and in space, shredding our cells? Uh, I vote no. And there are many non-violent ways to ACT. [I still have my sense of smed, and my canine sense of humor— I just write this way, because I’m typing with two dog toenails. Okay? Okay, bye.]
If you didn’t watch the video I suggested, with Dr. Robert O. Young, here’s the link once more. https://www.redvoicemedia.com/video/2022/08/viruses-dont-exist-explained-nanotech-inside-people-is-a-weapon-dr-robert-young-with-maria-zeee/
I’m posting it again because the info is really helpful to know about, sez I, but also because he knows how to mitigate the damage, at least somewhat… And also because the info might get vanished. For the jabbed and the un-jabbed, we’re all likely to need to detox. Why? I think it will be hard to avoid being/getting “dirty.” So don’t be a squirrel, get the info, both what we’re facing, and how to be as healthy as you can. And that doesn’t mean we can just relax and everything will be okay. Today I found out the CDC has decided to allow us (as IF) to make up our own minds about whether or not we want to be jabbed… How nice of them! (They’ll “inoculate” us some other way, doncha know.) “Covid” is much, much bigger of a program than masks and needles, people. Stay tuned. It’s the Globulist Adventure in Ultimate Evil…
I ordered Dr. Young’s book yesterday; I was going to put a link to Thriftbooks.com, and the title of the book I ordered… It’s vanished, that book, not just from Thriftbooks, but from my email! I’ll have to wait now and see if they send it to me or not… I did see that the order went through…that acknowledgement is gone… Creepish. Maybe it’s just squirrels… Owrrrhhwwgrrrrr-arf.
I want to explain a little bit about why I became agitated yesterday when someone who probably didn’t really think about it that much decided to put words in my mouth and then gaslighted (gaslit?) me when I objected. As I told him, I don’t hold a grudge, but I’m also quite sensitive about this kind of thing… overly so, shirley. The reason is to do with the fact that over the past three or so months, my own brothers have (without any rational conversation or warning) taken me to court, lied about me, denigrated me, revealed their distorted and twisted version of my life now in the public record, and the clown of a judge put a Restraining Order (mild restraint, but it still makes me look untrustworthy, it was a humiliating and demeaning experience, and I’ve done nothing wrong) in regard to my parents, for whom I left my long-time home and my own business to move here to be close to them and worked as a caregiver (lousy, lousy, lousy pay) to know how to do things, so I could make their end times as good as possible…
And my brothers think I did this to cheat THEM our of THEIR inheritance, sometimes known as my parents’ money… What?!?! Yeah! It’s about Me. Cheating. Them. Not about my parents, but about my parents’ money being leeeeeched by me.
No matter what I do for the folks, no matter that I can’t get work, they both think I shouldn’t be PAID, ever, for anything at all. Because it’s their inheritance going into MY pocket!!! Forget who actually earned that money to start with, and whether or not they might need care… There is a pretty big part of me that recognizes this is about them and their “stuff,” in the end, but it’s painful to me, and it’s also causing my parents upset, distress, and anger about what is happening to them, because of Dumbass Brothers On Crack (I’m working on the movie now).
It ain’t over, and neither is Covid, which I blame for some of the Fuckitude my brothers are exhibiting. I ask for your understanding if I seem a bit uptight now and then (don’t bother me!). I’m normally (“normally”— what does that even mean anymore?!) not a particularly irritable person, but these days, it sometimes just bursts forth… like a zit after it smokes meth. Ka-BLAM. Dog zit splatter. Ewwwwww. (Photo not available.)
There’s a lot of detail I shall not include here about my parents’ situation (or about dog zit splatter), and the mind-blowing ignorance on the part of both brothers as to what elderly folks with cognitive issues need and deserve and how so much of their distress and daily life could be so much eased and improved by someone who is actually an expert in the field— and who loves them— me! It’s so hard, stressful, for me, a Fixer Dog, to know that my parents are struggling, to know they are being neglected, they are enduring ongoing distress, all because my brothers are dipshits. Yeah, I guess mincing words is not in my pedigree (fuckers).
I’m partly writing this so that any of you that might have aging folks, or worse, siblings, might want to understand what greed does to people, to siblings. Because Greed, Fear, and Stupidity. If you are older and have kids, FFS, get an attorney who knows their stuff about wills. Make another attorney your Executor, and maybe do things for your kids before you die, like, buy them each a house, and then whatever’s left when you’re gone, give it to a dog rescue! Anything to avoid the nastiness like what’s going on in my family.
I rest my canines. I wanna go oooouuuut, time for walkies, time for sniffies and woofs.
I make it a point to stay many states away from family members and it works like a charm. Hang in there.
Because no pictures or meems can be used in Comments, (for which I am grateful, actually, for text only), Please do imagine a goat, of medium size, and any color and pattern you like, with a sign over its back (as ergonomically appropriate to the goat to be comfortable to allow free movement) in red letters that reads 'ESCAPE'. Ironically, unironically, and actually.