Sometimes, a "note" is NOTEWORTHY enough to morph into a post.

Here ya go, all you serenity-loving people~ and Happy Cinco de Mayo!

I’m historically and typically a joyful, content, optimistic, glass half-full kinda dame. My “resting face” always has a slight, Mona Lisa smile on it.

Since the 2020 “election,” I’ve experienced within myself a dramatic ABSENCE of optimism. I almost don’t recognize my good ol’ familiar Self anymore.

I understand that sinister influences like the WHO and WEF along with other freedom and health squelching factions are impacting millions of us on a subliminal level, and that I’m not alone in my sense of deep concern and rage about it.

Where the fuck IS my sense of humor? I’ve apparently misplaced it, along with my Easter decorations. While I grew up with a schizophrenic mom, and you’d think I’d have a broader tolerance for human behavior anomalies and mental illness, I feel the opposite is true.

Truth is, I’m feeling over-saturated by the illogical, impractical, insane and country-destroying paradigm and principles that appear to have become the “norm” since senile Joe Biden-time was installed at the White House, no doubt with a full-time medical staff working feverishly to keep him upright and cogent (and failing miserably).

The entire world is laughing at America. Not one single country respects this idiot who’s accurately seen as a mere pawn for those who wish to destroy my nation, and everything it has always stood for.

My dad once said, “stay in your own configuration,” which I interpreted to mean, don’t stick your nose in other people’s business or get involved with cleaning up the mess in their backyard, before you’ve dealt with your own (yet another pearl of wisdom from Samuel Shay Schreiber).

I had bright and wise parents. I imagine them (especially my father) turning over in their graves these days, because THIS is nothing like the America they knew~ and it’s not mine, either.

When the behaviors belonging to a tiny group of dysfunctional sub-humans are highlighted and magnified and over-generalizations are projected onto millions of other peace-loving, unbiased, live-and-let-live kinda folks, we have mayhem resulting. This is like throwing out a perfectly healthy huge block of delicious cheese, just because one corner of it has grown a tiny spot of mold!

Our “government” has done this to us. Their obvious hope is, we’ll kill each other off and do their dirty work for ‘em, so there are fewer of us adding to their burden of mass-extermination.

So folks, I need you to know I’m trying really hard to be GRATEFUL for the life I’ve made for myself, but it’s sometimes difficult to remain joyful and content when I’m aware of how many of my fellow compatriots are being crushed under the weight of this utterly whacky administration.

I suppose as one ages, one becomes more circumspect, sensitive to the plight of others, and longs for a greater sense of community. In short, perhaps our narcissism recedes (with any luck), and what replaces it is a real appreciation of the once-valued concept, “all for one and one for all.”

I’ve become a one for all kinda gal, but that doesn’t mean I approve of ANYONE who’s causing hardship and destruction to others OR their property. History was my worst-liked subject in school… but when personality disordered gangs of shitheads are getting away with toppling historical monuments that took sculptors months or years to construct, there’s something VERY wrong with a society that permits it.

Sorry. This didn’t start off as a political rant, but if public hangings were still in fashion, I can name at least 8 people I’d be ecstatic to see standing on a platform with a noose around their neck.

Now, THAT would go a long way toward restoring my optimism… how about You?