Almost got me…

I was looking at Twitter. I’ve been debating about getting back into it. I suppose the better description is choosing to allow Twitter back into my life.

I ran across this tweet from Shannon Watts and my first instinct was to comment on it by pointing out that Ms. Watts can’t count.

There are only eleven humans in the picture not 24. I’d like to tell her and a lot of folks that words matter.

I’ll allow that the DeSantis flag might be associated with the group of eleven people but honestly it appears that it’s offset, and may have been there previously. There are two people in the left of the photo that may not be associated with the group.

They could be standing there thinking, “What the shit is this? My granddaddy got his ass shot to keep assholes like this out of our country!”

What stopped me was that I didn’t have a Twitter account and after seeing Shannon Watts tweet, I’ve decided to hold off rejoining Twitter.

After all it was people like her that devalued Twitter’s utility for me in the first place.

The Shannon Watts, of Twitter could literally say anything they wanted to. Those of us who opposed them, or presented alternate verifiable information or just expressed a different opinion would get thrown in twitter jail.

Here again Shannon Watts paints an entire party based on the actions of a few.

So lets do this.

The Democratic Party in 2023.

See Ms Watts, that shit cuts both ways!

What did they think was going to happen?

Now that Title 42 is expired, how is anyone shocked?

How is it that “Poor” or “Lower Income middle class” folks are surprised that their wealthy sanctuary city fathers are sending the flood of migrants into their communities?

Did they actually think that the migrants would be settled in the wealthy areas of the city? Come on, everyone with a brain knows that the wealthy folks sitting in their gated communities aren’t going to put themselves or their families at risk.

The hypocrisy of all these middle class or lower middle class folks who’ve been talking about being sanctuary communities or cities is unbelievable.

Of course resources are going to be drained, of course budgets will be strained, of course hospitals and clinics will be overwhelmed. It’s not like there wasn’t an example. Look at any border town!

These are the same things that the border towns have been screaming about for literally years.

But those troubles were far from Chicago, New York, Portland, Seattle, and Martha’s Vineyard. The people living in the hell created by the elites were obviously liars and racists and therefore could and should be ignored.

It was easy for elites and media to call people from those towns, racists, xenophobes, and whatever other offensive name, then go have cocktails with their friends. All of them congratulating each other on their progressive values and how they put down those filthy rednecks.

Now that the shoe is on the other foot… Well somehow it’s different.

Predictably the elites are still trying to engage in “NIMBY” just like they always have.

These people don’t want oil drilling in the US, but have no problem using oil from other countries, often produced without regard for the environment. These people refuse to have mining of minerals in our country, but have no problem with mining using child labor, or strip mining, happening in other countries. These people are happy to derive benefit from illegal immigration but don’t want to live near illegal immigrants.

These are the people who’ll complain about crime and prison overcrowding, but will refuse to have a new prison built near them.

“Not In My Back Yard!”

Remember these are the people that say the police are too mean, then say defund the police. Then they wonder why they don’t feel safe, why the police aren’t at their home instantly,

Oh, My GOD! As if I’m not stressed enough.

This morning I was having my coffee when my doorbell rings.

It was a sheriffs deputy. Guess what, he was doing a wellness check on me.

WHAT THE FUCK????

The minute he asks if I know a particular person I know exactly what’s going on and I’m fucking livid! I have never been so angry at anyone in my life.

I wasn’t angry at the officer, I was angry at the person who called the fucking police to take time out of their day to come by my house for nothing.

The issue was that I was sick and tired of talking to this particular person. So I’d simply stopped answering the phone.

I really thought nothing of it. I’ve got shit to do, I’ve been outside shoveling snow for the past week or so with my neighbors.

I’ve got other stuff to do as well and I have no desire to be pissed off or bummed out by some overly dramatic nonproductive conversation with this person. Who the fuck does this bitch think she is, calling the cops?

For fucks sake! I have a family that is checking in with me every day. Sometimes I don’t answer them either. It depends on what I’m doing. Maybe I’ll get back to them in a day or two.

This person isn’t even MY friend. She’s a friend of my deceased partner! There is little to no connection between us.

I’m more likely to answer calls from my family because they don’t cause me an hour or two of emotional pain when they call. They don’t rehash the same shit from their unresolved trauma over and over again. They don’t talk over me. They don’t tell me how to live my life. But this “friend” does all of the above.

This person keeps trying to force me into grieving my loss like she thinks I should. Then to top it off, as if she owns me, she calls the cops to enforce her will on me. The cops ask me to call her. What are we in? Kindergarten?

Take a fucking hint lady, I was only marginally interested in continuing a relationship with you, out of respect for my partner. But NOW oh hell no! I’ll be cutting all ties.

I’m really sick and tired of having to remind people that I am a 60+ year old adult male and am more than capable of taking care of myself.  I’ve been doing it for decades.

To any of you that may think otherwise, or that I need a mother, or a parent, or a controller…

BACK OFF!

LEAVE ME IN PEACE. I’LL GRIEVE, IN MY OWN WAY, IN MY OWN TIME!

HERE’S SOMETHING ELSE YOU SHOULD KNOW,  

I’LL THRIVE IN MY NEW LIFE!