As the scandal continues to explode around the Minnesota Somalis I can’t help thinking that this would be so much worse if Tim Walz was the Vice President.
I suspect that D.C. The Harris/Walz administration, and the media would be tying themselves up in knots trying to brush it off as a conspiracy theory, misinformation, or they’d be censoring the hell out of it. In any event, not much actual work of government would be getting done because they’d be fighting fires.
Whistleblowers are coming out of the woodwork saying that Walz and others in Minnesota literally ignored irregularities that they were reporting. Some of those whistleblowers are saying that they suffered threats, intimidation, and retaliation for doing their jobs to protect taxpayer money.
Last I heard we’re talking 1 billion dollars in fraud. Some reports suggest that the amount could be higher.
Like other Americans, I’m asking how the hell that kind of fraud could be ignored. It begs another more concerning question though…
How much fraud is there in other states is connected with the influx of illegal immigrants or more generalized state fraud.
The government shutdown shined a light on EBT/SNAP fraud. It also scratched at the surface of the festering scab of Medicare/Medicaid, and insurance fraud.
Which leads me to ask, “How much of our horribly unbalanced national budget is fraudulent to begin with?“
The IRS comes after average citizens for $600. I guess that makes sense, if you’ve got billions in fraud, then you’ve got to find more money somewhere.
The thing is, it looks like this kind of fraud has been going on for years, possibly decades and we don’t really know how far it goes.
That continuing resolution Congress just passed is probably still funding this kind of thing. I expect the next budget fight will be contentious and will shut the government down for another extended period. Perhaps it should. With these revelations, I hope that Congress actually does its job and manages the purse strings instead of kicking the can further down the damn road.
It also adds fuel to the fire regarding illegal immigrants. Given what we’ve seen with the Somali fraud, it seems reasonable to look very closely at every immigrant “service” to figure out exactly how much of our annual budget is being sucked up by supporting illegal immigration via NGO’s.
I think It also galvanizes a more nationalistic view on the part of the American people.
We’ve asked for years, “Why are there veterans homeless? Why are the elderly having to choose between their medication and food? Why is it better to be an illegal immigrant in the United States than being a citizen in terms of monthly stipends? How is it possible that Social Security is going broke?“
Now we have at least some inkling of what may have been going on.
If I were an illegal immigrant, I’d be packing my bags.
I think as this scandal expands, so will the ICE mandate. Whereas now ICE clams they’re targeting criminal illegals, I’m betting that soon it will be ALL illegals whether or not they’ve committed subsequent crimes after their first infraction, (crossing the border without permission).
Yeah I’m prone to anger and breathtaking rage myself, but for many years I’ve been the outlier and fight a daily battle to maintain my calm in the face of what I perceive to be insane stupidity.
I’m beginning to wonder if I’m an outlier anymore. If I’m “normal” then things are way worse than I thought.
Yesterday on a walk with Jesse I was waiting to cross the road to begin climbing the hill to home. Jesse hadn’t slept well the night before. His stomach was making all kinds of noises, growling, gurgling, and he just didn’t seem to be comfortable. He spent a lot of the night with his head on my arm and every time he shifted around to try to get comfortable, I’d wake up and try to sooth him, making sure he didn’t need to go outside.
Earlier in the evening we’d been playing and he upchucked then he didn’t really want to play anymore. Instead curled up on the couch next to me while I watched some TV.
He’d not been all that thrilled with our walk and turned us toward home at about the 1 mile mark. Since we usually walk almost 3 miles I took it as a sign he was still not feeling well.
So there we are standing at the side of the road, I’m scratching his head while waiting for a truck and a Cadillac SUV to pass. Jesse was impatient so I had him short leashed to keep him from stepping out onto the pavement.
Honestly I was kind of zoned out, worried about him, but just standing there. As I watched the two vehicles approach I noticed the Cadillac was right on the trucks bumper and thought to myself that’s gotta be annoying as hell for the guy in the truck.
The truck made a right turn and the Cadillac accelerated.
At that moment a phone call buzzed my pocket, and Siri announced the call, asking if I wanted to accept. I was wearing my AirPods listening to a podcast and instead of letting go of Jesse to fumble my phone out of my pocket to decline the call, I shook my head. As expected Siri sent to call to voicemail.
While I’m crossing the road, I realize the Cadillac had stopped on the bridge and some guy is screaming out the window… At me?
I pause the podcast and listened…
Amongst all the nonsensical obscenities I manage to figure out this guy is upset because I shook my head.
REALLY?
He’s wound his panties in a bunch because I shook my head?
My breathtaking anger uncoiled because this moron was just wrong!
He needed a good old fashioned ass-kicking and to have his teeth knocked down his throat. Maybe both arms broken so he couldn’t jerk off for six to eight weeks while he sat in his daddies house whining about whatever he could whine about.
I think this kind of thing is why God didn’t give us telekinesis. I know if I’d had that ability at that particular moment, I’d have flipped his shitty Cadillac off the bridge and into the wash with him in it. I might have slammed the vehicle up and down a few times for good measure.
From what I could hear, he thought I was making comment on his driving.
Well I had, internally. But I’d not done anything other than dismiss a phone call I didn’t want to have while humping myself back up the mountain.
A familiar whine brought me back. Jesse was looking at me as if to say, “Come on Dad I want to go home.”
I turned the podcast back on and kept walking.
I was confused. What would make someone so nuts? Unless, he knew he’d been an asshole tailgating, and I triggered his self introspection & guilt.
Ironically, he was in such a hurry that he needed to be on someones bumper, but had the time to come to a full stop on a bridge to lose whatever time he thought he’d gained by yelling at a complete stranger for nothing other than shaking their head.
Seems to me the problem was his, so I’m glad I didn’t make it mine.
One day, unless he changes and grows up, he might encounter someone just as angry who’s more of an asshole, and also carrying a gun. At which point, best case he’ll have that expensive back window shot out. Worst case he’ll catch a bullet.
Either way, it’ll be 100% on him, and quite possibly well deserved.
Now in my calmer state I’m thinking, maybe he was having a bad day, and wanted someone to share in his misery. Maybe like me, he’s got some anger issues that he’s not learned to keep in check.
Perhaps it’s better to take the high road…
But there’s a part of me that would really have enjoyed seeing him bloody.
I’m encountering stuff like this frequently these days. I’m not looking for it, I’m just going about my daily activities and encountering people who are all right on the raggedy edge of decency and self control.
My family says things are very different where they live.
This kind of thing never used to happen in my small mountain town. It was a place where I could avoid almost all of the nut jobs in the city and could work on my own personal Zen.
The fact that I am encountering this kind of thing so frequently, even here, possibly indicates that the crazy has come to town and it’s time for me to go somewhere else.
I honestly don’t know what the fuck is wrong with people but I’m so over it.
I’m spitting nails and perhaps I’m over reacting. But FUCK!
Way back when Jerry & I moved into the house after the fire. We’d had the fence replaced so the pups could run around in their yard. The fence was bright and shiny, it looked sterile as all galvanized fences look when they’re new. This was the second fence we’d paid for and installed on our property.
By on our property, I mean we’d made sure that the fence was well within our property lines because we didn’t want to have any issues down the road. We literally had the property surveyed twice! Once, when the house was being rebuilt, and the second time, just before the fencing guys came in and reinstalled the fucking fence.
We had a neighbor that didn’t do or like fences at the time, but she understood and agreed that the pups needed a place to run and play where they couldn’t get hurt.
She died. There there was the meth head rental lady. Then there was the cute couple who during the pregnancy with their second child installed a monstrosity of a badly constructed wooden fence. (She kinda went nuts because at the time, the county was widening the wash, in the name of flood control and that forced anyone walking to be close to their property line. She was in momma bear protective mode and was super fearful of someone coming up and taking one of the kids. Likelihood of that was somewhere around .0001% but she would not be dissuaded and eventually her husband capitulated, even though he hated the wooden fence she made him install.) Shortly after they had their second child they sold the place and moved. Leaving behind the poorly built wooden monstrosity. Another couple moved in, they stayed a few years then he was transferred to New Mexico and they moved.
That brings us to the guy currently next door. Honestly, I’ve tolerated him. I’ve always thought he was a bit too arrogant and he always loves to correct anyone. In fact he corrected me during a fire evacuation when I’d taken the time from the road to inform everyone on the neighbor group chat that the primary evacuation route had been closed and that everyone was being turned around to the alternate route. At the time I was literally sitting in traffic on the alternate route and said so in the chat.
But Jerry who I was talking to on the phone at the time because we always remained in communication during an evacuation saw the text and immediately said, “Be nice. Everyone is stressed.” I should have let this guy have it right then and there, but in deference to Jerry I kept my mouth shut.
Anyway, In all the time not one person said a damn thing about the grape vines that Jerry liked and had me plant along the inside of our fence. We tended the vines and every once in a while we’d get a bunch of grapes.
Truth to tell, we spent more in water than the vines ever produced. But Jerry liked the vines and as they spread out along the fence, they softened the fence line and made for a cool shady spot for the pups to relax in.
At the time we planted the grapes, we also planted an overly ambitious apple tree. By overly ambitious, I mean that tree produced apples from the first year. In fact we had to remove some of the apples long before they were ripe because the tree had bent over from the weight.
The past 3 years the grape vine has spread a little bit along the fence and in all 3 years it’s produced some small but very tasty grapes.
There’s a narrow walkway between the fence and my neighbor’s house. He has a gate through the wooden monstrosity of a fence and while he rarely uses that gate, occasionally one of the grape vines will send a tendril out towards the gate. When I’ve seen that happening I’ve trimmed the tendril, or threaded it back through my fence allowing it to grow and in time soften more of the fence line.
Typically, I’ll do this once or twice in a summer, but due to the possibility of snakes taking up residence in the space between the fence and this guy’s house, I’ve also weed whacked the zone. It’s not a big deal for me, it helps him out, and I don’t have to worry about the dog getting bitten by a snake.
A couple of weeks ago he mentioned that he wanted to trim the grape vine on his side of the fence and I thought nothing of it. I figured he’d use his fucking brain and just trim it like a hedge. That wouldn’t hurt the plant so I said, “sure whatever”
This week I noticed that the vines were dying off running the length of my fence. At first I thought, “Well it’s fall and that’s pretty normal.” I went ahead and started giving the vine more water so that It could go to sleep for the winter.
The die off continued. Today I was outside and noticed only the vines extending along the fence were dying off. The central plant was still green and vibrant. “That’s odd,” I thought. Then I examined more closely.
That moronic son of a bitch had cut the vines wrapped through the fucking fence! Then to make matters worse in typical liberal democrat fashion had just left them there to die.
I say typical liberal democrat because A) He is a Hollywood liberal democrat leftist (he’s a voice actor) and B) because that’s so leftist, “Make a mess and expect someone else to clean it up”
I spent the next 45 minutes removing all the formerly productive (grape bearing,) now dying parts of the vine that I’d been training through my fence for literally years.
I don’t know if the plant will survive. It’s going into its winter sleep and without the leaves and additional energy it might not survive the winter because now it’s trying to heal itself and go into winter sleep.
This jackass destroyed a decade of growth and I’m doubting that I’ll get any grapes next year. He did this to a plant growing on my fucking fence. Typically once the plant has gone to sleep, I’ll trim and prune the older dead branches so that when the plant wakes up I’ll get new growth.
I was talking to my brother on the phone when I discovered this while I was cleaning up the mess I’d been left with. My brother who’s not a plant person but had seen the vines was understanding that I’d be pissed off.
He was blown away that someone would do something like that in the first place then leave it like it was nothing.
His response was the usual for him. “Well that’s fucking Californians for you.” Then he asked if I lived in an HOA community, which I don’t. When I told him that, he said just wait for it, that neighbor is probably going to try to start one.
He sold his place in Florida because the HOA wouldn’t let him plant a couple of trees in his fenced in back yard. The HOA made him get rid of potted tomato plants he was growing on his upstairs front deck. They didn’t like the aesthetics of the plants being on the upper deck and then kept hounding him about the plants after he moved them downstairs to his back deck inside a fenced yard. The HOA went so far as to forbid any “food plants” from the community.
His revenge was to find a field of dandelions and collect their seeds plus a ton of crabgrass then liberally distribute both throughout the community, 5 days before the sale of his house closed in springtime. With spring rains in northern Florida I’m betting they’ll have to tear out and re – sod the whole community.
That’s the kind of fuckers we are.
As I said he’s not a plant guy, but he likes tomatoes.
(As an aside, he’s laughing his ass off that DeSantis is likely to sign a law that makes HOAs illegal in Florida.)
I’m furious about what this neighbor did to my grape vine. There are a lot of layers to it.
It’s a plant on my property
it was growing on a fence on my property
It was a plant Jerry liked
It provided a cool shady spot for Jesse
It represented 10 years of work and nurturing
The plant had just consistently begun to provide grapes
I’d actually offered to share the grapes with the fucking neighbor. (It’s not my fault he didn’t get his ass out there to harvest grapes before the birds & squirrels got to them. I had plenty.)
That vine gave me some green along the fence that brought me a sense of peace because in the midst of a mostly grey landscape, (Unless you looked at or walked through the forest above us,) there was a deep green that I enjoyed whenever I was out there.
I guess I feel violated.
This guy has literally removed all of the natural plants from his yard. While overgrown he could simply have trimmed them back. He’s also pretty much destroyed the beautiful Japanese maple that was growing for years in his back yard. That tree was green and watching it change with the seasons was amazing.
He stopped watering it, then pruned the shit out of it, (badly) and is essentially letting it die.
I’ve included pictures of what he left me with. The vine used to extend all the way to the fence post you can see at the left.
Oh and don’t forget, he just cut the vine near the main plant. He left all of the vine threaded through the fence to wither and die making it much more difficult to remove because as it dries out, it’s no longer flexible. The stuff growing up his wall is a bit of Virginia creeper. Why he decided to fuck up my grape vine and leave the creeper is a complete mystery.
I’m tempted to tell him, “If you want to kill a plant, cut it off at the root.”
Now when I go outside I get to look at the side of his house, his shitty gate, and the exhaust ports for his tankless water heater. If you visualize the plant growing up the fence extending all the way to the left you’ll get a sense of the green wall that afforded me some privacy If I was sitting on my lower deck enjoying the sunshine.
As the plant goes to sleep, I’m sure I’ll find more vines he cut through but for the moment I’ve removed all the obviously damaged parts of the plant.
If by some miracle I’m able to stay in the house, come springtime I’m thinking I’ll move the grape to my back fence where it won’t inconvenience the neighbor and I’ll plant something really invasive and fast growing like Virginia creeper along my fence next to his house. He can cut that all he likes, he won’t make a dent in it. I’m thinking I’ll toss some Mexican Sage into the area between the fence and his house and I’m not going to bother cutting down the weeds between his house and the fence. Once the Mexican sage takes hold He’ll have a jungle and a hefty fine every spring from the county for fire abatement.
I think there’s a kind of prickly fence edging I can lay down that snakes aren’t supposed to like crossing. I’ll let him deal with the rattlesnakes that may take up residence on his property.
Thinking about it, he might have heard me talking to my brother. I was using my new AirPods during the conversation while I was cleaning up the mess he left me. I think I recall seeing him wandering around the moonscape his yard is now.
I hope he did hear me talking to my Brother. I hope he heard exactly what I think of him.
Were it not so close to my bedroom, I’d start dumping all of Jesse’s poop on that side of the house too.
I feel like I’ve been too nice. I’ve not said word one about his incessant music, (Oh I’ve thought some bad things, I’ve even played my music loud enough that his was being drowned out,) I’ve not complained about him using a leaf blower on dirt kicking up dust clouds, I’ve not said shit about him running a chain saw in the early morning or in the evening when I sit down to dinner and watch a movie.
I’ve been the ”nice guy” a.k.a. The doormat everyone shits on. The guy that just minds his own business and tries really hard to not make waves.
I’ve got enough on my plate without fighting with the neighbors too. I’ve been too quiet, too forgiving, and in doing so people think they can ignore me or walk all over me. Until they need something… Because, “Hey he’s a nice guy… it’s okay for us to fuck him over.”
Jerry taught me to be nice. What I need to relearn is how to be a raging asshole. That appears to be the only way to survive the liberal fuckers these days.
Why is it that Customer Service / Technical Support has gotten to be such a pain in the ass?
I had an issue with my watch connected to my cellular plan. I tried to resolve it and realized I was out of my depth. Going in, I wasn’t frustrated just curious and was hoping for a little clarity and assistance.
During the course of the troubleshooting I ended up speaking with 9 different customer service/technical support people. Three of the calls dropped during troubleshooting, only one of these people called me back. None of them had a fucking clue. Overall, I spent 4 hours on the phone and was worse off than when I started.
For clarity, this cellular company touts that their customer service is US based.
Every single person I spoke with asked for my name, my zip code, my pin, and a callback number. It’s crazy that after I’ve gotten hold of someone that every time they transferred me to a new person I had to give the authentication crap again.
I look at it as once I’m in the system, they’re transferring me internally and from my perspective I’m on the same damn call.
After the 6th or 7th transfer, repeating the whole story, and having to authenticate gets really tedious!
When I was answering phone calls in a tech support department, I’d solve the problem or I’d stay on the line to hand a person off to someone who could. What passes for “service” in call centers these days is really crappy.
The last call I was on Thursday night, I’d finally gotten to a person who seemed like he might have had a clue and we’d reset my watch to factory defaults AGAIN. Then he put me on hold to check something, and the call dropped.
In the case of a smart watch, that leaves the customer with their device more broken than when they started. He never called me back and oh, their customer service department closed shortly after the call dropped.
I completed the setup of my watch to return it to functional, then went about my evening. The problem I’d called about was still present.
When I called the company the next morning, I went through the whole authentication bit, and explained the problem again then asked to speak with someone who was higher up in the hierarchy who had a lot of experience because the problem was apparently a difficult one that the “normal” troubleshooting steps didn’t resolve.
The woman I was talking to refused my request. Then demanded that I call them back on another phone, other than my only cell phone.
Uhh excuse me?
She said with more than a bit of attitude that I needed to go tie up a friend’s phone line to accomplish troubleshooting and refused to assist me further.
If you’ve read any of this blog, you know that was exactly the wrong thing to say to me.
When it became clear that she wasn’t going to budge. And was giving me attitude about it. I countered with, “Okay, then transfer me to someone that can give me a transfer PIN.”
[Transfer PIN numbers are used when you’re changing cellphone carriers and you’re taking your phone number with you.]
She hung up.
OH HELL NO!
What could have been a major hiccup, possibly even a recoverable one, was now nuclear.
I called back, got another person, outside technical support, and made my intentions clear then explained why. I was nice. Well as nice as I could be given the situation. I suggested that she make a note of the account and forward it to their sales/marketing department, because this is how you lose customers.
She gave me the PIN. I walked the dog, came home, showered, and drove to the local T-Mobile store.
Don’t get me wrong, T-Mobile’s phone Customer / Technical support is terrible. They’re all in India, none of them know anything other than what their little scripts tell them to do. But unbelievably, my former carrier’s Customer / Technical support was worse!
The hell of all of this is that during the evening after I’d had the call drop the last time on Thursday night, I was poking around in the settings of the phone & watch and had discovered an anomaly.
I wanted to talk to a person experienced in phone number provisioning and e-sim deployment because I thought I’d found the problem and we could have resolved the issue. However I wanted to verify the theory before touching or deleting the anomaly and potentially making the problem worse.
In my naive way, I thought perhaps by talking to one of their higher level people who had actual knowledge, we could solve my problem. While making sure all the rest of their technical support people could have the knowledge incorporated into their scripts allowing them to solve similar issues for others in the future.
Silly me! I thought companies still wanted continuous improvement.
Anyway, I walked into the T-Mobile retail store. One hour later, after some laughs and honestly fun, I was back with T-Mobile and my phone & watch are working flawlessly.
I didn’t opt for the newest T-Mobile plans that have all the bells and whistles. I don’t have Hulu, or Netflix, through them, and I don’t have HD video streaming over cellular, or their new satellite service.
I’ve got what I need. Basic communications on both the phone & watch and enough data to handle my meager needs. Granted it’s more expensive, but if I have a problem I can walk into a store and have at least some hope of having an issue resolved. Or I can let them deal with their customer service while I have a cup of coffee.
An added perk is that I can get a new phone using Apple Pay’s zero % financing if I want to.
I guess, if all technical support is going to be shit, and all their reps are going to stick to troubleshooting scripts and never actually think outside the box, then we’re pretty much on our own.
On the one hand going as cheap as possible has merit. On the other hand if you want to have the ability to have face time instead of having calls dropped while you’re trying to solve a problem, and overall better cellular service then maybe it’s reasonable to pay a little more.
A year & a half ago T-Mobile really pissed me off. It was enough to make me flush them after 13 years or so. I went to another carrier and they were fine until I needed assistance.
Maybe the new paradigm is when something breaks, don’t call customer service.
For the past 12 weeks the old guy next door has been working in his yard. That’s fine, it makes him happy, more power to him.
When he started, he’d be playing music, and if I listened real carefully I could hear snippets of the tunes. We all have our windows open and honestly it didn’t bother me. Just background noise nothing to it.
Over time, the volume has increased. Over the past 4-5 weeks it’s gotten to the point that he’s turning it up so he can hear it over his gas powered leaf blower. As an aside he cranks the damn leaf blower up and uses it in his “mostly dirt” back yard. So those of us around him spend all our time fucking dusting our houses.
It’s like painting the San Francisco bridge. I no sooner get the house clean and then “Burrrrrrrrrrrrrr Burrrrr Blaat Burrr” & I’ve got a dust storm blowing through the house again.
But he’s not the only one. The Mexicans up at the top of the canyon almost every weekend blast mariachi music nightly until 10:30. They only stop because if they’re blasting it after that, someone calls the cops and they get another ticket.
The old guy across the street smokes his rancid pot that wafts all over the neighborhood while playing some of the worst recordings and/or worst rock bands of the 60’s & 70’s, also at deafening volume.
Typically, I can’t sit in my own living room and watch a movie anymore. Forget a film where the actors are British, often their character’s accents are unintelligible if there’s a lot of background sounds, either from the soundtrack or from the external Cacophony provided by my ever so courteous neighbors.
Honestly, I’ve given up trying to enjoy anything because no matter when I sit down to watch something, within minutes there’s “Aie yi yiaaaa” or some really shitty “B” side track from Deep Purple.
I guess yesterday, I reached a breaking point.
Normally I keep my TV and music volume pretty damn low. I don’t think it’s polite for me to disrupt other peoples lives. I don’t run my yard tools until typically about 10 in the morning.
I try very hard to keep my shit from interfering with other people’s shit. I don’t cause trouble, I don’t tell people to turn their shit down, or call the cops. I thought I was just being a decent human being and eventually these people turn their shit off or down and I’m fine.
But you know what? The more you don’t say shit, the worse people behave. The more inconsiderate they become. Nobody cares, that you’re not fucking up their evening. They never think that they’re fucking up someone else’s evening, day, afternoon, or whatever.
They just assume their music, or drunken shouting, echoing down the canyon is something everybody wants to hear.
Guess what? It’s not!
So, right on cue yesterday, I’d made myself lunch, turned on the TV to watch a football game, and… Music from the guy’s back yard so loud it was like it was coming from my TV in my living room. To top it off, the fucking leaf blower too, kicking up dust blowing straight into my house.
FUCK!!!!
Okay, so I’m not going to be able to watch the game. Fine, I’ll do other shit that needs to get done. But I’m going to play some music…
From every set of speakers in the house. And I’m going to play it loud enough that I can run the vacuum and do anything else I need to do. This house is going to rock like Studio 54 on a Saturday night.
And the playlist? Ohhh That’s easy! A collection of very angry fight songs that are not censored. This is a playlist that I put together to help keep me going after Jerry died. The songs are angry, full of rage, and pretty much expressed what I was feeling at the time. They’re dark, and some are downright hostile.
Watch, some prissy fuck will call the cops and accuse me of “Hate Speech”.
They’re kind of fitting after the last week. Two people butchered. Democrats telling us to calm down and tone down the rhetoric. Trans fucks celebrating death, others whining about losing their jobs because they were stupid enough to go on TikTok a video their gleeful hatred of Charlie Kirk and anyone else they disagree with. Then trying to hide behind the 1st amendment when their employers cut them loose. Oh boo hoo.
Yet more people saying Stephen King shouldn’t be canceled for his hateful spew, followed by a pussy assed “Apology”.
Nancy Pelosi raising funds to pay for the California redistricting to deprive all of us of representation. Office Depot libtards refusing to print a poster of Charlie Kirk that had no message other than his name, DOB and Date he died. After it was paid for! (Those “loads their mothers should’ve swallowed”, have since been fired.) California democrats refusing an invitation from the GOP to attend a Kirk vigil “Because he was fascist” thereby continuing to spew vomitous vitriol against a man that simply debated university students.
BUT at the same damn time they’re telling right leaning people or conservatives that we’re wrong for being righteously angry Kirk was shot & killed by some brainwashed maladjusted queer kid poisoned with years of leftist bullshit.
As my china rattled, and the whole neighborhood heard my music. Raw, angry, unashamed, and disruptive. It occurred to me that I’m still really PISSED OFF. About a lot of things!
Absolutely nothing that’s happened in the past 6 years to me personally, and the country in general, is acceptable. But those of us on the right, or more conservative types have been told we’re the worst scum for disagreeing of asking questions.
This is me reaching my fucking breaking point! I and others like me have been silent for too long.
It’s time for us to get loud.
By the way, Apple HomePods have got some range of volume. I think I’ll be putting the Mini’s out on the decks when I’m working from here on out. Since it appears the object of the game is to annoy the neighborhood… I’ll play by their rules.
Linkin Park, Korn, NIN, and peppered in I’ll throw in some death metal. Maybe I’ll find some tolerable white supremacist shit just to really piss off the pussy democrats that live all around me.
Let one of them try to give me the least bit of shit.
As the scandal continues to explode around the Minnesota Somalis I can’t help thinking that this would be so much worse if Tim Walz was the Vice President.
What could have been a major hiccup, possibly even a recoverable one, was now nuclear.