It’s still early Jamuary and already I feel a definite uptick in the Good Vibes… This, even while a bunch of furren mercenaries invade our country (here in the Home of the Slave, Land of the Freak)… Meant to set us at each other, again, and this time not just a mindfuck but actual combat. These muckities, they really don’t know us at all.
Why does it feel like, as I’m trying to “free” my parental peeps, that the “medical” types are trying to kill them arf? Dog only knows how many jabs these poor elders have endured since they had the misfortune of falling down under the “care” of a sibling, who took over their lives a year and a half ago and then almost completely neglected both them and their dwelling space…
Ever been near a dog fight? We don’t piss about, as the Brit pooges would say. We defend our peeps with teeth and rage. This is why I am Jaan of Arf. Mai teef are bared already, so I will defend my peeps, both parental and communital. And it feels like I yam FAR from alone…
In udder news: Mai landlord is a goofball. He fights NATURE, instead of his own selfishness. He luuuuuvs his riding mower… FIRST SIGN of a dandylion, he’s out there cuttin’ it all down. Tidy, tidy. (roll eyes here) There was a bee hive in the ground where mai rhodies and azaleas grow… the cowardly lawn guys were askeered, so they poured gasoline down the hole… GASOLINE, right under mai bushes and my WOODEN DECK. Cheeses, rice… I called them “cobardes” out loud and also, silently, my standard insult en espanol: “pinches jotos pendejos chingados.” That second one can get you shot, so donut go around saying that out loud, necessarily…
Mai biggo tree in the front of mai doghouse was housing plenty of wee birdies; he wanted to “trim” it so he wooden have to do it again for like, two years. It is shocking to see. But like me, it refuses to give up. Mid-Jamuary, it is leafing anyway. Sprouting. Don’t mess with Mother Nature! She ALWAYS wins, sooner or later. Let’s go swimmin’.
And DAT is why birds suddenly appear every time you are near.
DAT is why the cow jumped over the mooooooon.
DAT is why decaf coffee mush be organic, lest you drink nasties. Now, get outta town.
WHY do I loafe the fact dat my Mom Dog is in a kennel?
She donut wanna be there.
I have to replenish her TP and pudda face cloth and hand towel by her sink.
I had to change her sheets.
The aide just walked into her room wiffout knocking, and said he did it because she “shouldn’t have it locked, anyway.” Grrrrr, ROWF ROWF ROWF, asshooole!
Olde Folk ain’t CHILDREN and they also ain’t nobodies. Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn.
Mai crap runneth odor; THE TOWERS MUSH COME DOWN.
Mai heart breaketh alla time. I OM for the bull’s eye. Aye, och, aye.
I yam STILL in favor of FREEDOM and INDIVIDUAL SOVEREIGNTY, even if some buddy is kinda looopie. AND INFORMED CONSENT, dammit, and DECENCY.
I YAM Jaan of Arf.
And mai name is descended from the Lennon, sounds like dat guy’s handle, rhymes with “Yawn.” Okay, bye.
And stick togedder!
Do you mean that your stinky nemesis bro has permitted your parents to be Covid jabbed to the canines?
ps Black dog on the far right of the first image is identical to my Rasta. He died of old age in 2012 and I had to move house to get over it. I would have another just like him in a heartbeat if I were fit. Not a single day goes by without me missing that hairball.
I absolutely love stick togedder.