I have this annoying habit of standing up for myself in a standoffish, vociferous manner. Sometimes, I’m even right! In those uncertain moments, I have even learned not to inflate myself with righteous indignation.

Right or wrong, this is my nature; which doesn’t work well with acceptance as a general concept.

In general terms, I think the human condition has been trained to not offend. I remember that day well! I tried it on and didn’t like it.

As a result of this human condition, we have gotten the leadership we deserve and are subjected to being blindsided by policies and practices of psychopaths who care about you as much as I care for them.

There’s a shit storm coming like nothing we’ve ever seen, and there’s a fight to be had that will center around transhumanism, biotechnology, children, big pharmaceutical organizations, and financial greed…

I don’t know if there is a bigger truth than if if you want to know the truth then, Follow The Money.

I went down the rabbit hole of YouTube yesterday in an attempt to find out who was funding the transgender movement and why.

The why is easy. Follow The Money. The who is for me a whole new cast of characters.

In the previous post, I uploaded a video by Jennifer Bilek, a feminist investigative journalist who talks about an organization called The Arcus Foundation and Jon Stryker, among others…

Would like to hear feedback on this…

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Les told me, “You don’t suffer, Fools.” And it’s taken some time to realize that what that means in a textbook fashion is that I lack patience with those whom I consider stupid.

Which, for me, is not the case. I lack patience with people who treat me as if I’m the fool, and there is a difference.

When I ask someone a question that they don’t answer, and then I remind them that if they have the experience, they claim they do, then they should know the answer to said question, and if they don’t provide the answer then I’m going up the food chain, somewhere over their heads to get my answer; and then they provide me the answer in the moment, then I lack patience for that and them…

It’s taken some time to work this out! Thank you for your patience.

It’s rare when I can’t sleep.

I’m up now, and I need to be up in 5 hours.

Something is off…

I told someone today that their sensitivities exceeded my abilities of tolerance…

It sounded like bullshit even to me. However, it might be correct. I do know that I have a really low threshold for certain people’s inability to answer a direct question. People in organizations hate to be quoted for fear it comes back to haunt them. Maybe it’s my disdain for middle management that has exceeded their levels of tolerance?

The advantage I have found in asking my child for advice is that I get an honest answer with a thorough explanation. There’s zero bullshit. Just truth.

I don’t find this phenomenon when communicating with adults. Ever. One exception!

They get lost in the city…

You see them mumbling; usually to themselves. They have lost everyone. None are left to listen to the complaints! The lost are the lonely…

The despair is written in the lines of their faces. Their addiction is in their voices. “Can ya spare some change?”

My guess is that they didn’t fit in where they came from either. Driven from the nest by the stronger siblings.

So seldom do they hear any words of encouragement. Maybe never…

Yesterday was fantastic, and little went as planned. I was exhausted long before it was over, and I pushed through that and made it home, I worked and made it to the bank and got to the kid. I was late and still made it to friends for pizza where highly skilled supportive neighbors helped me with the final details of my book edit…

Just before I fell asleep, I heard my daughter say what a wonderful day she experienced…

I recognized my nature.

Not much was steeped in good.

There was this strange sensation.

Like maybe I just should.

Forget it all and start a new.

Take the narrow view to wide.

Take my head out from my ass.

And maybe look outside.

Not all is gain or glory.

Not all is pain and strife.

The road the path the choices made.

It’s a wild ride this life.

The morning birds were chirping.

The air was dry and cool.

The sun rose at horizon.

All words were meant to fool.

We packed up from the gutter.

Gave no forwarding address.

Changed our phones and numbers.

Said so long, goodbye, God bless!

Returned and smiled at the country.

Unplugged the satellite.

Will prepare to meet my maker.

Teach the kid all wrong from right.