Holy moly...it is March! 2121....hang on to your Face masks, this blog could be epic and long! Insert black moody clouds, dire music, time whizes past....
We remain under lockdown. Under his thumb. Under orders from Head Quarters....Miss Piggy and Pepe le Peu have been vilified. Banned. Its all hate speech, rape culture and No-you-don’t. Cartoons...that is whats evil in society. Not gangs, legal drugs, pedophiles in power...no, its a puppet of a plump porcine in love with an amphibian. Good thing the Thought Police can’t get into my head, or I’d be locked up. As a society, we need to fawn over the wee princess to be, as she crys and unburdens herself to Oprantichrist....ooooh gotta hang on to every word. Sorry folks, this Ain’t a bad dream, we are screwed as a society. Yup.
I live in a world where social connections, public gatherings and free choice have been banned. Forbidden! Verbodden! No, free thought, freedom of choice is fine...as long as it fits Das Commandants agenda. Commence goose stepping now. Neighbors are encouraged to rat out other neighbors - Covid death camps make everything safe....don't ask questions, just get out your wallets and comply. The yellow hoard is wringing their hands with glee, here have a vaccine, no really, it’s safe. And don’t ask God for help, He's banned from public Life, schools...pray instead to the new gods of Zuckerberg, Gates, Biden and Soros and their minions. Personally I have been banned and chastised by friends and family members for supporting the Evil Orange Empire (their words not mine) and guns. OMG not the G word! a final nail in my coffin? I confess, I liked Trump! Lol you can stop reading now, it wont hurt my feelings, cause I don’t care! Lolol
Thank the Lord I still see a hope, some light in this dark time. So far, so good. I have supportive friends, family and a wonderful spouse. A job I actually like, with strong leadership. Food on hand, a safe place to rest my head at night and so far no one is shooting at us. Oh and two cats who think 0230 is a normal feeding time.
So thats my story, morning glory. Back in Alberta, snow and ice are melting, geese are back, i suspect Easter week holds some snow surprise for us, but we have firewood, chocolate and Jamisons and will ride it out. Dreams of returning to Montana to reunite with our friends, just dreams at this point. As our Tyrants advisor, Yoko-oh-no-you-don’t holds the key to border crossing. Nyet yet comrade. Life has become a Pink Floyd lyric “ok, you’ll feel a little pin prick....there’ll be no more Aaaargh, you may feel a little sick”.
And so hopefully my reality and optimism will return. In the mean time I reject MSM, the talking heads, and enjoy a glass of wine now and then between house hold chores, and dreams of a garden, sunshine, an occasional motorcycle ride and who knows....visiting people again? I have faith in the Lord and his plans for me.
Hang in there friends, only a few more years of this crap and who knows?
