Hauntingly Familiar

So I wandered through my gardens today, half heartedly. I usually love my time in the garden, but today I wasn’t feeling it. My mood was great, I just wanted to be sitting on my ass.

In the worst possible way.

I watched as my sister in law drove down are rural Mountain Road, top down on the sportscar.

“HEY MICHELE!”

It didn’t bother me one bit at first. My monster in law lives directly across the street, and let me tell you honey-there is no love lost. She is a narc if there ever was a narc, but since my recovery I see right through the Jezebel spirit. I didn’t speak to her for almost a year because her behavior became so outrageous, so toxic. I wanted no part. In an effort to keep the peace, I forgave her (I am way too forgiving) because it is virtually impossible for me to hold a grudge. She apologized, I agreed to Christmas dinner…

My problem begins when I let my guard down, which, with her anyway? She is so good at the manipulation that she reels me right back in. Don’t get me wrong, she knows I’m on to her-yet she continues her war on my psyche by playing inappropriate games she thinks will bring me down. That isn’t going to happen. However, it is getting to the point that I almost went loco today in front of her “company.”

You see, she had invited my husband’s brother, and my sister in law and her husband who live two hours away. As I pulled at the roots of an old hydrangea-the bells and whistles went off like fireworks on the fourth of July.

Are you fucking serious?,” I yelled in my husband’s direction.

I went on to say how infuckingcredibly rude it was of her to once again invite the entire family sans team Dwain and Michele. Did she not think we could SEE them? Were we invisible?

What in the serious fuckwad.

And then I got mad for my husband. I knew it hurt him, and I was livid.

I grabbed the pup and went for the orchard in the back. I knew damn well they could hear me at the shindig. My Tourette’s kicked in.

WHITE TRASH, MISERABLE BITCH-MANIPULATIVE C***

I didn’t care at that point, in my mind it was far better than appearing like Medusa and hurling the bitch to the ground. I mean, could you just see it? I thought it far better to hurl insults from seven acres away, than to bludgeon her to amidst the catsup and relish.

Instead I stormed into the house. I smoked some medical weed.

Folks, I have found the cure to sobriety amidst the mayhem that is family: cannabis and a Shark vacuum cleaner.

With attachments.

Next Stop Eden

I just listened to this whilst showering, and I have to say that it was probably the most important forty minutes of my life. For months I have known in my spirit, in my heart of hearts that Jesus is coming. It was as if I was floating around, thrilling at each and every blessing God sent my way. And then I began doubting myself. Mysteries were solved, questions were answered and to be perfectly honest? I began to doubt myself.

When you doubt yourself you are doubting God.

The Holy Spirit has led me on a journey that few experience, in my estimation. Not saying I’m special, just saying it wasn’t me leading the way, that’s for sure. Aside from the times I went against my intuition? I have been led to the truth for three years. I am incredibly grateful for the time He spent grooming me; and every time I took a pill, or had a temper tantrum the pull of Jesus put me back on track.

Three years ago I hiked the property by the lake at Middlecreek Wildlife Sactuary in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. You may have heard of the area as the migration of snow geese can be seen in the form of hundreds of thousands of birds who nest for two weeks every February/March. Brings people from Japan, Canada and all over the world, actually.

As I came to a well known fishing hole, I noticed a pair of boys underwear by a maple tree. Something Wicked This Way Comes, the Holy Spirit roared within me.

At the time, I could have chalked it up to a small child swimming and leaving his skivvies behind. No. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that there was evil in the air. Putrid, sickening and so very dark. Two weeks later I found yet another pair on the same bank. This time I bagged the evidence, using a stick as to not put my fingerprints on the evidence. Once home I donned gloves and opened the bag.

“Lebanon Police,” a thick voice on the other end.

I went on to explain myself.

Are there any markings?”

Yes, I said. The material is blue, and I see what appears to be semen stains.

Sorry, doesn’t sound like anything. Just throw the bag away.

And that my friends, was the beginning of the end of me.

The Sickness

I called it quits about an hour ago-my body needs to rest, but that doesn’t mean I’ll have peace in my head. My brain is going a mile a minute, my heart breaks and sings at once-I know that the end of [THEM] is at hand.

Our schools have been shut down for the duration of the year. The reasons behind this lie in the grim fact that it is not safe for any child to be walking amidst the Adrenochrome junkies (Anunaki) I want to apologize to those of you reading this blog for the first time. I am a hard core truther, a Jesus Freak-a Warrior for Christ. I know the truth. It doesn’t make me special or any less than-I was born for such a time as this and I figure now is the time to let it spew.

If you are new, please see my About page for information on QAnon, the greatest military intel operation in the history of the world. Some people seem to think I puss this information out of my anal cavity, that is their right. One caveat-my discernment comes straight from the Holy Spirit. I pray daily for guidance-in the three years I have been writing for the Trump administration I have been wrong twice: Field McConnel is a patriot, and John F. Kennedy Jr. is alive.

I stand by this. I only get sidetracked when I doubt my own discernment. So, allow me to explain what is happening. In 1999, the QAnon movement began after an attempt on John F. Kennedy, Jr.’s life. He was given a head’s up before the upcoming senate race in which he was running against Hillary Clinton.

She wanted him dead.

Not shocking after what we now know about the Clinton Body Count…

Thus a plan of action was put into motion allowing the white hats to take back control from the Deep State Cabal. The attempt on John’s life was the last straw. The military approached Donald J. Trump with a request, knowing how much they were asking all along. They needed a hero to take the lead, end human trafficking, give the power back to the people.

Over the past year Donald J. Trump has taken trillions of dollars, stolen from the very people we elected, and although the MSM will tell you differently? He has ended the Fed, taken back our gold, and what you are seeing in real time is the rescue of hundreds of thousands of children from Deep Undergound Military Bases, or DUMBS.

The children are coming home. They have been traumatized on a level our human minds cannot begin to imagine. Some have been raped, tortured, and brought to the brink of death-only to be revived by literal monsters who feed from their blood and terror. They have never seen the light of day, are malnourished, deformed and in shock. Please pray to prepare yourselves for the news in the days to come.

There will be news of Cannibalisms, bioengineering and demonic depravity. The ships the Mercy and Comfort are being prepared for the part of the population who suffer from physical and emotional symptoms after learning the truth. This is crippling information but we have nothing to fear as God’s children.

It’s not the end of days for us, it is the beginning of the end for [them.]

Rally Round the Family…

Before I alarm my readers, I want to say that I wrote this in December of last year.  If you are a regular, your eyes would be bugging, you’d be thinking –

For crying out loud?  Is she left unattended on a regular basis, and if so, why?

That reminds me of the time my step son was pulling into the driveway one day last Spring.  I was in the garden as he turned into the driveway.  And then, I wasn’t.  Yep, stepped on a rake-just like you see in the movies-and knocked myself into a concussion.  To this very day?  I mind my business around them, try not to get too close.  Sneaky bastards.

This is the season of my content.  And that is precisely what I was thinking as I stood in my garden and thrilled to the Monarchs and hummingbirds.  I was feeling pretty overcome with emotion, gratitude on a level that is hard to put into words.  This was all I had dreamed of and more.  Not just the garden…

And then, all hell broke loose.

I bent down to watch a particular butterfly, caught by her beauty and grace.  It took approximately three seconds for me to realize that a mother effing praying mantis was eating her head.  There were muffled cries, lots of cursing mother nature, and, inevitably?  The hysterical spraying of said praying mantis with dawn dish soap I usually reserve for my roses.

On that note, have a fab Sunday and hope you enjoy~

*********************************************************************

Life goes along at warp speed until something stops you dead in your tracks: As was the case Sunday morning, after a full weekend of loving and socializing, the enemy came to take his due-you don’t think he isn’t out there trying to devour everything good in your life? Au contraire, mon amies! But here’s the good news-call out to Jesus, and you are free. He can’t hurt you if you are covered in the full armor of God.

But what about those times when evil does strike? Well, Abba will protect you in ways you couldn’t imagine, and that’s why I’m alive and writing this blog-my Lord and Savior sent His angels, and they protected me from a massive head injury and internal bleeding.

Just out of Dwain’s truck, exhausted from a weekend of frivolity, I could barely pick up my feet. I had promised my husband that I would collect the myriad of dog toys that lay around our yard, at the whim of my golden retriever, who thinks he has to entertain the grasshoppers and blue jays with his cacophony of babies. It’s so sweet, until it isn’t.

I had my purse in one hand, my drink in the other, AND I was carrying six, that’s SIX dog toys to boot. We have concrete stairs, no railing, and the stairs are ridiculously dangerous. It did not escape my mind, while sitting in the ER, that I had traipsed up and down said steps while drunk, high on cocaine, and worse. Never once even tripped. But yesterday was different. My boots caught on Jesse’s blue elephant, and down I went. I had no hands to put out, and I landed on my noggin.

I immediately called for Dwain, who could hear me, but couldn’t find me. Pain so severe I thought I would vomit, I remained perfectly still until my husband arrived on the scene. I am an EMT, and a CNA-I have volunteered in the Emergency Room, with hospice and prison ministries-I have seen it all and maintained my composure. This is the precise reason I am prone to freaking out when I get hurt-I simply know too much.

Head injury? I was out of my mind hysterical. It didn’t help when my husband picked up my head and his eyes bulged out of his-

“My GOD, is it THAT bad?,” I wail. He didn’t answer, he was too busy putting my ample white behind in his truck, grabbing ice and driving like a bat out of hell, towards the ER I had recently walked out of-after calling out the employees no less. As I walked in, I immediately placed my eyes on Dawn, who calmed me as she directed me towards the door. I knew where to go all right. I just didn’t know if they would help me, or hurt me. They had so much power at that moment.

A friend of mine, Katie, was the charge nurse, praise God. She gave me a hug and an ice pack, told me the doctor would soon be in. As Dwain sat on the bed, this came over the PA System:

ATTENTION: SEPSIS ALERT IN THE ER. SEPSIS ALERT IN THE ER.

“Fabulous,” I murmured. And then it hit me, we were the only people there, aside from an 83 year old man with a dizzy spell. What the Harry???? They were talking about me for crying out loud! I couldn’t figure this out as the knot on my head was the size of a peach, but the wound wasn’t bad, it bled very little.

Dr. Ammons didn’t waste any time checking me over. I was told it would hurt like hell for a few days, but that I was extremely fortunate as if I had hit one inch below, I could have had serious eye trauma. If my cranium had hit a few inches lower? I could have knocked out my front teeth. But I knew about head trauma, and I was frightened. I kept what I knew to myself, forgetting that my man is a first responder.

And so it was, that I woke this morning with a shiner the size of Texas, and a headache to beat the band.

And because of His love? I’ll be strutting my stuff, sooner than you can say the words accident prone.

All Will Be Revealed

If you’ve heard the rumors that Led Zeppelin is ‘satanic” allow me to calm your nerves – their record label was satanic, but the men themselves were not. Yes, Jimmy Page was into the occult. Yes, he did buy a haunted mansion. I don’t know the details, but after watching the band win the Nobel Peace Prize a few years back? Let’s just say that Jimmy kept smiling over at Robert Plant. The smile was not reciprocated.

When I wrote my blog last evening, I told you about the Ten Days of Darkness and how, against my better understanding, I gave into the idea after seeing so many Anons talk about the subject. I remember seeing a tweet from Praying Medic clearing up the notions.

I see Anons on the boards and Twitter speaking about the ten days of darkness and they have it all wrong. The ten days…was when Q went dark in 2018.

Praying Medic, Twitter

This is a great place to make my point that you should ALWAYS do your own research. Don’t believe a word I say until you can back up my data. I learned this lesson last evening-as it turns out? They were all wrong. I did not lol at this information this morning. I was ticked off at myself. It turns out that none of us understood until this morning what ten days of darkness meant. The next two weeks will be painful, yes, but for the Cabal, not us. That was my gut, but when John F. Kennedy Jr. tweeted a picture of the white house with the caption-“looks Dark” I incorrectly correlated that with confirmation. He was confirming what the president said while addressing the nation last evening, that the next two weeks would be PAINful. Frankly? I wish I could watch them cower.

And speaking of cowering, how will the narcissists of the world cope with the biblical times we are in? Well, there is so much material about this in the bible. I know in my case I go back and forth between having compassion and wanting nothing but my comeuppance. The pain that we targeted individuals feels at the hands of these psychopaths’ toxicity is a worldwide epidemic. In my opinion they have two choices-turn to Jesus and repent by telling the families and friends they ripped out of your lives the truth. Or suck it up buttercups, ’cause baby the wrath of God is coming down upon your perfect heads.

I was honestly looking forward to the break, but then again?

It would have been pure torture not to be able to write to my people, my tribe. I want to give my heartfelt gratitude to the precious souls who read my work-love to you all around the globe.

Your devotion means everything to me. 🙂 I’m out~

The River of Deceit

Ah, as He would have it this song just popped up out of nowhere-one of my favorites as it speaks to my own personal pain, self chosen. I’m not quite sure how all of this happened-the knowing, the peace I felt at every turn. It was a bunch of little, then not so little things that cracked my very foundation, then led to a joy I can’t put into words. Almost like childbirth, I would suppose.

You don’t get the miracle. No-not until your body has twisted inside out, every single cell of your body transformed with the life and truth of something so big, so biblical? It literally brings to mind the phrase-

“Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.”

And then, when you’ve learned the ABC’s of it? When you think all is lost and the world is crumbling at your feet, a stroke of the painter’s brush and you see it, you see the LIGHT. You have come home, beloved. Discernment is a very touchy thing: water it with love and care-your truth and power are directly tied to Christ. After the desolation and despair, I come to the part where it gets good-really, really good.

I want to share it with you, but I must be careful in how I do this as these are touchy times in which the word misspoken can break the fragility of Christians around the world who are troubled, unsettled, panicked even. So I will leave the writing to God, although I know what it is I have to say to you.

I received a text from my close friend Jay. He is suffering on a daily basis: you guessed it-the Corona Virus. Now, [they] have been trying to silence me for years. Can’t have the truth out, now can we? After writing my blog entitled Who is Somerset Belanoff? my computer blew a gasket. Prior to that, I had been banned for life on Twitter. After sneaking in the back door so to speak, I realized I had a conundrum.

I could tweet on the phone, but not write my blogs. I had access to so much information that simply can not be shared with you all-without my pc my world became much smaller. I chalked it up to God wanting me to take a break, rather than beat my head against the wall trying to stop the censorship.

Back to the worm moon.

This video is a must watch if you’ve ever wondered, Why God?

Okay. This is what White House Photos had to say on Twitter about this #SuperWormMoon:

You are the mother of all life/

when we lived only in thevseas, you gave us hope/

You caused tremendous waves to tell us ‘leave the sea’/

You ordered us to go to land n build the paradise on earth/

You have been sailing for us in the universe’s ocean.

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Now, we all know the number 144,000 spoken of in Revelations. Would it shock you to know that there are approximately 144,000 sealed indictments awaiting unsealing. This is key. What states have the highest concentration of the Corona Virus? The following video contains the information: the areas of highest concentrations of CV are the exact same areas for the highest number of indictments per state.

Let that all sink in.

Gives a new meaning to Q’s constant phrase: [These people] are sick.

Just suppose our beloved president is a 5D chess player genius. What if the Corona virus, patented in China before the outbreak, was a false flag, a hoax. What if the deep state colluded with the Mainstream Media to create a pandemic and hysteria of mass proportions to take our minds off of what is happening in real time: Trump is using this faux virus as a boomerang right back at the feckless cabal?

So, then @POTUS could turn it around to play the deep state. He can use medical martial law to contain the masses, lessen the threat of rioting in the street, looting, etc. People would stay home, and he could use the border closings and flight restrictions to round them all up, with minimal wear and tear on America’s psyche.

I laid in bed this afternoon, exhausted by grief-it’s my father’s birthday and I miss him terribly. I watched Fox News talk of precautions one must take to protect themselves from the “virus.” The more they talked, the higher the Dow Jones rose. I was transfixed in time, knowing that I was a part of something so big, so amazing and so biblical. I nodded off and slept for hours; deep, restorative REM.

Be blessed beloveds~

Rally Round the Family…

Before I alarm my readers, I want to say that I wrote this in December of last year.  If you are a regular, your eyes would be bugging, you’d be thinking –

For crying out loud?  Is she left unattended on a regular basis, and if so, why?

That reminds me of the time my step son was pulling into the driveway one day last Spring.  I was in the garden as he turned into the driveway.  And then, I wasn’t.  Yep, stepped on a rake-just like you see in the movies-and knocked myself into a concussion.  To this very day?  I mind my business around them, try not to get too close.  Sneaky bastards.

This is the season of my content.  And that is precisely what I was thinking as I stood in my garden and thrilled to the Monarchs and hummingbirds.  I was feeling pretty overcome with emotion, gratitude on a level that is hard to put into words.  This was all I had dreamed of and more.  Not just the garden…

And then, all hell broke loose.

I bent down to watch a particular butterfly, caught by her beauty and grace.  It took approximately three seconds for me to realize that a mother effing praying mantis was eating her head.  There were muffled cries, lots of cursing mother nature, and, inevitably?  The hysterical spraying of said praying mantis with dawn dish soap I usually reserve for my roses.

On that note, have a fab Sunday and hope you enjoy~

*********************************************************************

Life goes along at warp speed until something stops you dead in your tracks: As was the case Sunday morning, after a full weekend of loving and socializing, the enemy came to take his due-you don’t think he isn’t out there trying to devour everything good in your life? Au contraire, mon amies! But here’s the good news-call out to Jesus, and you are free. He can’t hurt you if you are covered in the full armor of God.

But what about those times when evil does strike? Well, Abba will protect you in ways you couldn’t imagine, and that’s why I’m alive and writing this blog-my Lord and Savior sent His angels, and they protected me from a massive head injury and internal bleeding.

Just out of Dwain’s truck, exhausted from a weekend of frivolity, I could barely pick up my feet. I had promised my husband that I would collect the myriad of dog toys that lay around our yard, at the whim of my golden retriever, who thinks he has to entertain the grasshoppers and blue jays with his cacophony of babies. It’s so sweet, until it isn’t.

I had my purse in one hand, my drink in the other, AND I was carrying six, that’s SIX dog toys to boot. We have concrete stairs, no railing, and the stairs are ridiculously dangerous. It did not escape my mind, while sitting in the ER, that I had traipsed up and down said steps while drunk, high on cocaine, and worse. Never once even tripped. But yesterday was different. My boots caught on Jesse’s blue elephant, and down I went. I had no hands to put out, and I landed on my noggin.

I immediately called for Dwain, who could hear me, but couldn’t find me. Pain so severe I thought I would vomit, I remained perfectly still until my husband arrived on the scene. I am an EMT, and a CNA-I have volunteered in the Emergency Room, with hospice and prison ministries-I have seen it all and maintained my composure. This is the precise reason I am prone to freaking out when I get hurt-I simply know too much.

Head injury? I was out of my mind hysterical. It didn’t help when my husband picked up my head and his eyes bulged out of his-

“My GOD, is it THAT bad?,” I wail. He didn’t answer, he was too busy putting my ample white behind in his truck, grabbing ice and driving like a bat out of hell, towards the ER I had recently walked out of-after calling out the employees no less. As I walked in, I immediately placed my eyes on Dawn, who calmed me as she directed me towards the door. I knew where to go all right. I just didn’t know if they would help me, or hurt me. They had so much power at that moment.

A friend of mine, Katie, was the charge nurse, praise God. She gave me a hug and an ice pack, told me the doctor would soon be in. As Dwain sat on the bed, this came over the PA System:

ATTENTION: SEPSIS ALERT IN THE ER. SEPSIS ALERT IN THE ER.

“Fabulous,” I murmured. And then it hit me, we were the only people there, aside from an 83 year old man with a dizzy spell. What the Harry???? They were talking about me for crying out loud! I couldn’t figure this out as the knot on my head was the size of a peach, but the wound wasn’t bad, it bled very little.

Dr. Ammons didn’t waste any time checking me over. I was told it would hurt like hell for a few days, but that I was extremely fortunate as if I had hit one inch below, I could have had serious eye trauma. If my cranium had hit a few inches lower? I could have knocked out my front teeth. But I knew about head trauma, and I was frightened. I kept what I knew to myself, forgetting that my man is a first responder.

And so it was, that I woke this morning with a shiner the size of Texas, and a headache to beat the band.

And because of His love? I’ll be strutting my stuff, sooner than you can say the words accident prone.

Rally Round the Family…

Before I alarm my readers, I want to say that I wrote this in December of last year.  If you are a regular, your eyes would be bugging, you’d be thinking –

For crying out loud?  Is she left unattended on a regular basis, and if so, why?

That reminds me of the time my step son was pulling into the driveway one day last Spring.  I was in the garden as he turned into the driveway.  And then, I wasn’t.  Yep, stepped on a rake-just like you see in the movies-and knocked myself into a concussion.  To this very day?  I mind my business around them, try not to get too close.  Sneaky bastards.

This is the season of my content.  And that is precisely what I was thinking as I stood in my garden and thrilled to the Monarchs and hummingbirds.  I was feeling pretty overcome with emotion, gratitude on a level that is hard to put into words.  This was all I had dreamed of and more.  Not just the garden…

And then, all hell broke loose.

I bent down to watch a particular butterfly, caught by her beauty and grace.  It took approximately three seconds for me to realize that a mother effing praying mantis was eating her head.  There were muffled cries, lots of cursing mother nature, and, inevitably?  The hysterical spraying of said praying mantis with dawn dish soap I usually reserve for my roses.

On that note, have a fab Sunday and hope you enjoy~

*********************************************************************

Life goes along at warp speed until something stops you dead in your tracks: As was the case Sunday morning, after a full weekend of loving and socializing, the enemy came to take his due-you don’t think he isn’t out there trying to devour everything good in your life? Au contraire, mon amies! But here’s the good news-call out to Jesus, and you are free. He can’t hurt you if you are covered in the full armor of God.

But what about those times when evil does strike? Well, Abba will protect you in ways you couldn’t imagine, and that’s why I’m alive and writing this blog-my Lord and Savior sent His angels, and they protected me from a massive head injury and internal bleeding.

Just out of Dwain’s truck, exhausted from a weekend of frivolity, I could barely pick up my feet. I had promised my husband that I would collect the myriad of dog toys that lay around our yard, at the whim of my golden retriever, who thinks he has to entertain the grasshoppers and blue jays with his cacophony of babies. It’s so sweet, until it isn’t.

I had my purse in one hand, my drink in the other, AND I was carrying six, that’s SIX dog toys to boot. We have concrete stairs, no railing, and the stairs are ridiculously dangerous. It did not escape my mind, while sitting in the ER, that I had traipsed up and down said steps while drunk, high on cocaine, and worse. Never once even tripped. But yesterday was different. My boots caught on Jesse’s blue elephant, and down I went. I had no hands to put out, and I landed on my noggin.

I immediately called for Dwain, who could hear me, but couldn’t find me. Pain so severe I thought I would vomit, I remained perfectly still until my husband arrived on the scene. I am an EMT, and a CNA-I have volunteered in the Emergency Room, with hospice and prison ministries-I have seen it all and maintained my composure. This is the precise reason I am prone to freaking out when I get hurt-I simply know too much.

Head injury? I was out of my mind hysterical. It didn’t help when my husband picked up my head and his eyes bulged out of his-

“My GOD, is it THAT bad?,” I wail. He didn’t answer, he was too busy putting my ample white behind in his truck, grabbing ice and driving like a bat out of hell, towards the ER I had recently walked out of-after calling out the employees no less. As I walked in, I immediately placed my eyes on Dawn, who calmed me as she directed me towards the door. I knew where to go all right. I just didn’t know if they would help me, or hurt me. They had so much power at that moment.

A friend of mine, Katie, was the charge nurse, praise God. She gave me a hug and an ice pack, told me the doctor would soon be in. As Dwain sat on the bed, this came over the PA System:

ATTENTION: SEPSIS ALERT IN THE ER. SEPSIS ALERT IN THE ER.

“Fabulous,” I murmured. And then it hit me, we were the only people there, aside from an 83 year old man with a dizzy spell. What the Harry???? They were talking about me for crying out loud! I couldn’t figure this out as the knot on my head was the size of a peach, but the wound wasn’t bad, it bled very little.

Dr. Ammons didn’t waste any time checking me over. I was told it would hurt like hell for a few days, but that I was extremely fortunate as if I had hit one inch below, I could have had serious eye trauma. If my cranium had hit a few inches lower? I could have knocked out my front teeth. But I knew about head trauma, and I was frightened. I kept what I knew to myself, forgetting that my man is a first responder.

And so it was, that I woke this morning with a shiner the size of Texas, and a headache to beat the band.

And because of His love? I’ll be strutting my stuff, sooner than you can say the words accident prone.

One Spinal Cracker

A few days ago, I told y’all the story about my unpleasant encounter with a woman from my exercise class, the trainer actually.  I called her Harriet.  

Harriett was hysterical after my factual retelling of the day when Mrs. Hoffmaster, my Kindergarten teacher, told me I would have to come for a few days during the Summer, to learn how to skip.  Yes, you read that right.  As I am regaling my audience with the story of how I was almost left back a grade, I was oh so rudely interrupted by Miss Thang.

“Oh no, Michele, that couldn’t have happened,” she is shaking her head, as if correcting a small child.  She went on to argue that she was a teacher for blah, blah, blah years-well, you can just imagine.  Stunned at first, I rallied for the cause and told her (nicely, I thought) that YES, INDEEDY DO, I GREW UP IN PHILADELPHIA, NOT THIS AREA.  WHO ARE YOU TO CALL ME A LIAR????  Ok, I didn’t say that part, but I argued with her until she shut her pie hole.

The women next to me mouthed, What the fuck?  I, on the other hand, had absolutely no problem saying WTF out loud.  As my face is my tell, I can only imagine the look I gave her.  I expected the situation to rectify after she apologized to me: needless to say, that wasn’t exactly an option.

On Thursday, I brought a carrot cake to class for the September birthdays.  I love to bake, and the ladies in Bands love to eat-so it works out nicely.  It was the first layer cake I had ever made, successfully that is.  I strategically parked next to the church (where class is held) so I had less of a chance at dropping my masterpiece.  🙂

While in class, I updated my girlfriend as she hadn’t been in class that day.  We both took notice that Harriet would not so much as look my way-let alone offer an apology.  Afterwards, Sherry and I stood outside, next to my jeep, and finished our convo  about the “incident.”

You did the right thing, sticking up for yourself, she said.  I think she owes you an apology, at the very least.

At that very moment, the diva walked past us, and gave me the oddest look-her eyes bulging out of her head-behind her prescription sunglasses.  At first I thought she may have overheard us, but I had nothing to hide.  And then it hit me, she was outraged that I had parked so close to her church.  She couldn’t believe the depravity, I mean, who did I think I was, anyway?

Here’s the rub.  Just last week she had confided that she thought she may be developing Alzheimer’s, as her father had died from the ravaging disease.  Knowing what I know, I asked her what type of personality he had.  I know that certain personality types are much more prone to dementia, especially the Narcissist.

She thought about that a second before answering.

Total narcissist, had to control everything freaking detail of our lives.  Just a very unhappy man.”

Oh, Harriet…

Copperhead Road

This is more than likely the most important blog I will ever write: I have chosen to take the coward’s way out-well, I wouldn’t call myself a coward; let’s just say I like blogging on WordPress, and it’s hard enough to write an article about, well, anything-oh the inhumanity, sticking computer keys and the site going down multiple times as I try to get my point across.

I took a hike this morning, per my usual.  I am always leery, after my stalking experience a few years back, and the murders and suicides that take place in our park.  I have eyes in the back of my head, carry mace, a rape whistle, a huge stick and a 100 pound golden retriever.  No surprise then, when I jumped three feet out of my boots after hearing a man’s voice.  He ended up being from Ohio, and Jesse liked him, so I stood and talked.  Yada, yada, yada and he says:

“But president Trump is such a buffoon.”

Cue the music from Damien II.

I guess you know, after yesterday’s blog, how I’m feeling about having to justify Donald J. Trump’s position as POTUS-let alone any stupidity from complete strangers.

I started with just the facts, ma’am.  When I got to the point of talking about HRC and Frazzledrip (you’ll know soon enough, and this subject isn’t up for debate) and then I said:

“JFK, Jr. is alive and well.”

Suddenly, he ended said conversation and ran from the crazy lady.

I lol’d, for about thirty minutes on and off-until I saw the snake.  At that point, the joke was on me, and I ran like a cartoon character, convinced that the bloody thing would follow me henceforth, and slither up my back wearing a Cheshire grin.

We have had no voice, as we (patriots across America, including POTUS) have been avalanched on every side. ABC, FOX, CBS, PBS, NBC and CBS-they are a product of Project Mockingbird. If you watch these news venues, I can 100% guarantee you that you have no idea what the real news is-I only know because of the path God led me down, after a brush with the New Age. Slowly, but oh so steadily the scales were taken off of my eyes. We have been lied to, stolen from, silenced and betrayed on a scale so tremendous that most of us don’t see the forest through the trees. The DEPLORABLES of this awesome nation have had it up to our eye teeth with FAKE NEWS. We know what the CABAL is up to, and it ain’t good. No, it is EVIL of the greatest magnitude.
Below is a video that explains this illegal, deadly and evil process.

Tomorrow, we will be at these polls-across the country Patriots will be monitoring the circumspect behavior; tour groups or random buses pulling into voting booths-we have been alerted to the means and ways of DNC corruption, and we are prepared. I myself will be out and about, have mace-will travel. We need to come TOGETHER, as one nation, and fight the corruption that tried to rob us of our dignity, morals and children in a Sex Trafficking scandal that involves Barry Santoro, HRC, Bill Clinton, Joe Biden and many, many more. The evidence is overwhelming.

Please, do everything you can to get out and vote. As we speak, there are three separate caravans heading to our borders. American troops have been deployed to the border, NOT BECAUSE WE ARE INTOLERANT, RACIST OR UPTIGHT. Absolutely none of that is true for the majority of us. If you want this country to become a corrupt, Socialist, baby killing machine, by all means, vote blue. They want this caravan full of MS13, ISIS, ANTIFA and other terrorist factions here to get the votes from illegals.

Do yourself a favor-take a look at San Francisco–Nancy Pelosi’s territory. She lives in a million dollar mansion-have you seen what they have done to California? Is she or any other democrat with the power to do so cleaning any of this mess up? Of course not, THEY DON’T CARE. They got what they wanted, these people have been used and abused. They were PROMISED the world, and this is what was given to them.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN. Take your country back, put God back in business, VOTE RED.