Not Charles Dickens

So I know this isn’t the first time in history there has been such a horrifying upheaval of a status quo or mine, anyway. You think life sucks with your little traumas and other personal issues until trump 201 re-emerges, like a staph infection or a bad gallbladder.

10 fucking years without a day going by without hearing his name.

Of course I knew. Why did it have to happen at this point in my 75 y/o life? And then I look not very far to see my shit is so inconsequential. Will I live to see this return to a more normal suckess? I am talking about the rest of the world.

This Ying and Yang is such a mind fuck.

It would be so beneficial if I refrained from browsing social media. I have a fabulous algorithm on Instagram, a little political, a little food, much humor.

Tonite I left FB – never liked the platform or used it except to check my kids’ sites for pics but I could send my favorite Instagram posts with my nasty comments thinking maybe I won’t see the Feds at my door (since I wasn’t the original poster) but alas, they are censoring everything – whores!

Probably better for my health as I get so pissed at the shit I’m sure my BP rises with each fresh hell that is posted.

Was there a purpose to starting this blog? Originally, is the very early years of the blogosphere, I thought I could use it as a kind of diary. No one would every read my shit but it gave me a bigger voice than the one in my head.

My first post was on Google blogger like 25 years ago to bitch about the woes of packaging, specifically, opening anything.

It still stands today except on a much larger scale. I have many tools to help me with these endeavors, but it often angers me to the point of violence (i.e. tossing the item across the room or smashing it underfoot and therefore causing me to return it in pieces to Mr. Bezos) or Walmart, which no longer happens since I’m boycotting it along with Target, and soon, Amazon.

Tools include a wonderful cutting tool, small channel locks, needle nose pliers, heavy duty jar openers, and an ice pick.

I rarely post these days but now would be a much better mental option than social media rants although I still need to keep abreast of current events. I’ll clean up my algorithm.

One other issue, in the ensuing years, my typing has gone to shit; I’m going to blame it on my deformed, arthritic 75 y/o fingers.

So, in the grand scheme of things, my life is much better than that of many, my heart hurts for anyone that is not white and those that are being murdered at the whim of fucking murderous despot tyrannical genocidal maniacs.

I keep hoping someone will take one for the team.