WW-WtF Update ⚫️💊⚪️ 6/22/25

The Persistence of Fake and Ghey
(Art with Grok 3, built by xAI)

Today's the first official day of Summer where I live as I write the day before posting, but we have a partly sunny 62 degrees officially posted with wind gusts making it feel closer to 52 degrees. I brought fruit salad to a potluck in the park, attended by like-minded pro-Constitutionalists, watching them throw Bocce Balls and Horse Shoes. Last year I joined in more, but this year felt off, not having my better half with me. I enjoyed a more passive roll, watching the snowing down of wisps from a cottonwood tree, listening to the cheering of Little League games happening nearby, smelling corn dogs heating up in the concession booth.

The last few months and last few days (even the last few hours) in particular before my time at the park had been mentally and emotionally taxing. Everyone’s been on edge, and I am expected to perform, assist, work, plan, organize, multitask, speak up and do the right thing. Spirit has been pushing me to step up even in what should be my down time when I'd rather retreat inward. A perfect example is last night when the downstairs neighbor was listening to music until midnight with a quality speaker system, keeping my husband awake. We initially thought it was a party, and maybe police would need to be called for a noise ordinance complaint. My spouse was becoming more upset by the minute, especially when we realized it was our neighbor. I knew the neighbor would be reasonable if I just took a leap of faith. And he turned the music down when I asked.

I've had less success at work in de-escalation and other issues. I refuse to waste too much time as people get hostile with me, as if I'm supposed to be a whipping post/strawman for the dumpster fire that is Western Medicine. I get this gut feeling that an event horizon has been crossed, and we're probably only going to have more outrage and fury from the public. I saw the wheels coming off the bus years ago. I tried to warn people as it lifted off the reservation, soaring out towards space. Now it's getting swallowed into the black hole of the abyss (see Gender Affirming Care, and note there could be another 30-40 fabulous new pronouns added to our intake questions and some gradeschool curriculums before this nightmare is over). Anyone caught up in the web of polypharmacy and other Woke Healthcare who doesn't know any better is getting sucked in, and their time is short if they don't cry out to Jesus. I am depending more and more upon Jesus to lead me through this Twilight Zone territory as a nurse. If someone who I knew and trusted offered to pay my way through medical school, I would have to check his or her forehead and say no. Naturopathic Medicine would be the only exception that could tempt me, and even that, only after some vetting of the school. Ultimately, I know that even that is a waste of time. What I have experienced with prayer, especially group prayer and partnering with Jesus with the healing process has changed how I think about healing and medicine. It includes my own testimony of recovery from debilitating migraine headache disease and depression/anxiety.

Impacting health, public health, and healthcare is a supernatural move of God happening today, forming another kind of event horizon converging into these curious times. I am certain these times are what our ancestors called The Harvest. This other pull is keeping me going and weathering The Storm. While a great deal of social media is currently hand-wringing or panicking over what seems to be End Times Prophetic events in the Middle East, I'm wondering how much of this is wag-the-dog false flag attempts, optics, Deep State factions going at each other or combinations of this. I see the nation-state of Israel which was always a metastization of the global Deep State being mistakenly called the Israel of the Bible. The Tucker interview with Ted Cruz was so vindicating for me. In my mind, Matthew 24:24 called it: The elect were deceived. Most Christians never even considered the possibility that Synagogue of Satan could lay hold of the kingship of Israel and enslave them once again, as has happened before a few notable times, really. We should love the people of Israel, but be very cautious about sending their government billions and billions of dollars to do things like build another Iron Dome. I'm as certain about this as I was about the "Safe and Effective", glamorous, "New and Improved", "Get Your Free Donut" Vaxxine Technology pushed with dancing nurses on social media and late night television. News anchors practically insisting that rogues like myself could kill millions, possibly billions of helpless grandparents if we dare to say No to $cience. Now it's clear, I HOPE, to the majority that these once unquestionable authorities and their mainstream media propagandists are all compromised in some way. Maybe they went to an island or to an after-hours party. Maybe they were just paid handsomely by communist oligarchs to say things. 

Recent news of the latest COVID variant being called the Nimbus Variant, simultaneously made me angry and amused, laughing, knowing that these degenerates are desperately trying to mock and manipulate us again, but they will fail. About a year ago the usual suspects were threatening an even more deadly variant. Last week there was news of someone my husband works with getting diagnosed with Scarlet Fever, easily fixed with a few days of cheap antibiotics. These monsters were trying to aerosolize Rabies, so I'm just grateful that they can only salivate over news of RAZOR BLADE SORE THROAT COVID while their funding dries up.

AKA a cloud, perhaps one that shoots out of the ass of an airplane, making the sky all hazy, coincidentally followed by weeks of greater incidence of URIs, UTIs and infections in general.

The fight is on. Turning over tables is happening again. In other curious news, somehow lumbrokinase escaped my attention. It's been around for a couple of years now and being used to break down the fibrous clots in people who took the COVID vaccines. God bless the Japanese with their isolated enzymes (nattokinase from bacteria, serrapeptase from butterflies, and lumbrokinase from the saliva of the humble earthworm). God will have the last word on "Eat Zee Bugs".

Thoughts on Healing and Breaking 🚨WW-WtF News, Peace Ahead? 5/22/25

I discovered this fun AI image while playing with Grok 3 on X

It's been an exciting and strange last couple of days/weeks. Things have been non-stop busy with family, work and weekend life for me. I've been having to breathe through feeling irritated all day long today because I barely have time to think. There really is too much going on. This business of "nothing is happening" is definitly not happening. 

I have to spend a few minutes processing some things that have come up over the last 2-3 weeks in my personal life. For the past few months I've been training to do hands-on healing with a church, and we've come to a point where we're all having to do some soul-searching. Are we holding on to lies, tricks of Satan? We were instructed to renounce anything like reading tea leaves, etc. I feel like there are tools that can and have been used for good or with bad outcomes without proper training, the right attitude or motives, etc. You wouldn't want to pick up tools for welding without proper training. Same with the power Jesus had authority to use. Things like automatic writing can be used in Christian journaling. Another example is in my practice of Reiki years ago. It's really too bad that I've not had the opportunity to use it, but I haven't on any one else in several years. Occasionally I'll still use the method on myself. The leader and other members involved in this Healing Room ministry are pretty convinced that Reiki is not trustworthy, maybe even a kind of witchcraft, etc. From what I remember in the Reiki training I received, the original founding teacher went on a mission back in the 1800's, praying and reading the Bible to determine how Jesus did miraculous work. He, like so many of us (Dave Hayes, aka "Praying Medic") had laid hands on people, saying "Heal in the name of Jesus" or something like that, and the people getting prayed over may not heal at all. People usually don't start out healing others right away like Jesus could. Yet, with confidence (faith) and practice the process gets smoother and more amazing, according to people like Dave Hayes. It works best, I've found, with groups of people. I've actually seen it work quickly when several people are all praying in agreement. I heard about this ministry that was in development during Sunday service one day several months ago, and I have made time to find a way to be there for the training. Deep within me, I know this is something good, but like everything about this material world we're in, it gets complicated. 

Returning to this issue of my beliefs regarding Reiki and the position of the leader of this Healing Room Ministry Training, while it's true that Mikao Usui was a Buddhist priest, he still meditated and prayed to the same God Christians pray to, according to what I was taught. Usui went on a retreat where he fasted, and he ended up having a vision where he saw and received universal life-giving energy. He was given some instruction during this period that could be used as a tool to help others direct the universal energy so that it can heal those in need in direct proximity or at a distance. I no longer have the books I had years ago that go into detail on this history. I tried to find confirmation on the internet, but the internet will not confirm nor refute my cherished memories to my satisfaction. I'd have to go looking for the reading materials and read them again, spending time I really don't have to confirm. Was it all a lie, like the Healing Room Ministry leader wants me to see? I'm not sure what's true anymore after listening to some historians like Mike King, but I have more confidence in Reiki than I do in what we learned in school about a lot of history. Something that should be more than a footnote in this history is the fact that Mikao Usui fasted. Fasting has a place in Christianity that isn't discussed much, but that is one for another post. 

I never continued past the 2nd degree in Reiki, but in my practice, I practiced as I was taught, making the Japanese hand signs before I started, quietly saying the prayer, "All the energy in the universe, here!" Everything was in Japanese, of course. As I did this, I imagined, as was taught and could often actually feel God's energy or Holy Spirit wash over me and through me, flowing out of my hands and into the other person. God's energy would go where it needed to go and do what needed to happen. I didn't have to try to over-think things, but I would notice my hands getting warm at different times like more was going on in one area versus another. There were times when I felt bursts of cathartic emotion, or a memory flash-back, like an old wound was resolving. The person I was working on would often report similar things. In truth, it was a healing experience for both of us. The process of the method itself (if it was an in-person session) would start by laying hands on the head, working down, ending up at the feet, moving from one point to another when I felt the inclination. After a session I would always feel just as invigorated and refreshed as the one I was working on. I never really turned it into a business, but it was a very useful skill I had, and I would let people know. I thought it was helpful, but I never saw it do anything miraculous. I never really got to use it as often as I'd like to have in my nursing practice. I'm trying to keep an open mind, and have prayed about it over the years, but I have never once been told by Jesus or Holy Spirit that this practice is dangerous. I don't believe one really needs to say the prayers in Japanese, but I do it anyway. That part is just honor to the man who received the method. I really believe that this method, done as I was taught is a fairly benign thing. Can I lump it into the pile with Ouija Boards and seances? No, I cannot, and I think I need to talk about that at the next session or at least in private with the leader of this Healing Room group. I don't want to make a scene, but I do feel like I should say something. 

I'm involved in this ministry because there needs to be resources for people who've gone as far as they can go with the allopathic model--the dysfunctional, dumpster fire that is modern Big Pharmacare. There will always be a place for emergency medicine, but given a choice, I choose natural vasodilators to lower my blood pressure. I choose meditation and prayer as a daily practice to even limit my need for these natural vasodilators. Jesus truly laid out the way. It really is so simple. Honestly, no Japanese needed. Maybe we're living in a time where Holy Spirit needs more time to work with most people due to the endocrine dysrupters, neurotoxins, carcinogens and new zombie forever chemicals we've been living with for the last few years or even decades. 

While I’m certain that God can use anything for good, am I willing to give up Reiki or even BigPharmaCare if God asks me? Yes, I am.  Also I am confident the monsters behind all the warfare on regular humanity will be dethroned eventually if they haven't been already. Below are some more thoughts on that.

https://www.whitehouse.gov/wp-content/uploads/2025/05/WH-The-MAHA-Report-Assessment.pdf

 

Therapeutic Break from WW-WTF :) 4/22/25

Image created with AI (Grok on X)

I thought about titling this one Clashing Golden Ages or Clashing Resets, but someone else has done a great service in explaining this phenomenon. I'll post that below. These last few days/weeks I've been battling exhaustion with work outside and at home, caring for family some days. There's less and less time for creative pursuits, although I have to feed and nurture the child inside every once in a while. That's one of the secrets to a long and fruitful life, something Jesus spoke of, and something that's undermined at every turn by the parasitic Establishment. The Friends of Jeffrey Epstein are hard at work lately, but it's only because those opposing them are gaining ground. Reviewing my playtime on Grok 3.0, reveals the best subtitle, The White Pill, not meant as racist of course. Black-pilled me has to make that abundantly clear.

One of the things this little blog has done is give me courage to acknowledge some truths and to verbalize the world as I see it, especially insights on real healthcare versus the sickcare model that poses as healthcare--not so well as it used to. COVID has forever torched that façade for millions if not more eventually, opening a schism that was meant to break our spirit, our will, and our organic humanity. For those who choose another way, it will be a catalyst for honest Hope and Change: Just acknowledging reality as it is, very simple things like men and women, xx and xy. Gender insanity aside, men posing as women in women's sports is so wrong and will surely set the Women's Movement back into the stone ages if humanity could survive that trend at all. We are dealing with a paradigm that supports liars, bullies, mass murder, and slavery, and it's pitted up against one that supports truth, life, love and freedom. 

World events are pouring information into the news cycle at rapid pace again--notably yesterday with the public death of the Pope at age 88 on the same day Klaus Schwab (also age 88) steps down from the WEF, on the same day the Queen of England would have turned 99 if she were still alive. I don't think this was all by accident. Numbers are a kind of symbolic language that the subconscious understands; our material reality is measured in numbers. Secret societies and occult groups regard and utilize numbers to communicate and make their intentions known. Double numbers are thought to have power. There was a time I studied these things, practicing ritual magick. I've since renounced these practices as dangerous--even "White Magick", but I know the language of numbers is still very real to these secret societies that manipulate world events, the so-called positive ones and self-serving ones alike. So, when I heard the news yesterday, I was glad I hadn't started writing today's post. It provides opportunity to put out a fresh interpretation, and it's a simple one: Eight is the number of completion and renewal as is understood from the octave. Light and sound are divided up into sevens, like the days of the week. I think of the song that includes the words, "Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." Nine is a number associated with certain completion. 

It's speculative to go much further into the events of yesterday, but I know one side has its own interpretation, and I lump all these negative parts together because they do cooperate, somewhat, when it serves their interests, and these groups often overlap: The Deep State, the Communist/Marxists, the global establishment elitists, the Satanic dynasty families, and those they call “useful idiots”, lawless common people who worship pop culture, all of whom know their failing system needs a reboot. Their system and they themselves thrived in the shadows, but they no longer have the luxury of that shelter anymore. Humanity is at a crossroads where the choice is to level up or level down. Survival is dependent upon each individual acknowledging the reality of this clearly unveiled systemic evil, and one either gives it energy/authority or withdraws his or her energy, giving God/wholesome living back rightful authority, leading to life. 

Two thousand years post Jesus or Yeshua the Christ, living, dying and resurrecting, we have a road map and a trifecta source of strength we can all tap into. There are communities that have coalesced in agreement with what needs to be done. At minimum we cannot coexist. Tables need overturning again: DOGE and declassified documents are both symbolic and material manifestations of that. More importantly, spiritual or energetic Powers and Principalities must be told no, that their reign is over. Although curiously armed thanks to the Second Amendment, the average American may not need even to physically fight those fully committed to evil because we have enough good people in positions of power now to defuse the need for this, and true evil will often fight itself to the death in desperation. However, this stage is taking some time, wearing the average person out, and testing our character. These "end times" themes were understood by at least one indigenous culture's prophets who foresaw the snake eating itself. I am delighted to see Christian influencers and groups embracing The Book of Enoch because it sheds enormous light on what is to come, and it is encouraging.

I have to break away from the eagle-eye view of things and zoom in on the micro/personal, something that happened today while I was at my mother's place. It's just as relevant and sacred, maybe even more so. Mom wanted to see if her stereo still worked. One of the speakers had come crashing down in one of the big earthquakes we had, but the other was still intact and connected. So, the unit played radio music when switched on. It has a record player, so we dug around, looking for her Beatles Sgt Pepper album. The spot that used to hold all kinds of records now has mostly photo albums and school yearbooks, but Mom was able to dig out one album I'd never seen before. It was an old Merv George album with my uncle playing drums. I almost cried as the I saw the record player actually still work. When I heard my long-dead Uncle Mike, gone nearly 50 years now from a drunk driving accident, play drums and sing back-up harmony, time stopped for a moment, and I had one of those episodes where I felt like a splinter of my soul, once lost was retrieved and fused back into its place. I imagine Mom felt a surge of life and powerful moment of holistic healing as we reminisced over her brother Mike. She noted that the lead singer has also recently passed, and I reflected on how my first husband played bass guitar with the group on occasion years ago. He also died tragically a few years after we divorced. Like broken china in my hand these memories in my heart glued together for a perfect moment of listening to music with Mom. These sacred moments--a new miracle baby coming into the world for us and honoring loved ones lost, mean more to me than gold right now, more restorative than all the bone broth and other supplements in my medicine closet. 

I had done a great deal of praying the night before while I couldn't sleep, trying to rest and get insight into life in general. When 5:00AM came I decided to text my employer on vacation in another country, asking for the day off. The weekend had been spent doing work around the house, holiday preparation and cleanup with the Monday after off planned for recovery. I can always count on a migraine either on or after a holiday where there's some excitement, and we had some of that with the birth of a child. I could write an entire piece on that, but I really don't have permission to do so. While the migraines I have lately are nothing like they used to be--at least once a month three days of absolute misery, it is still a day of tolerating/treating a slowly creeping headache until I realize it's a migraine, another hour of pain while the right medicine kicks in, then the side effects of fatigue and body aches. An Epsom salt soak with CBD/THC tincture minimizes this but the entire process leaves me spent and hours wasted. Although I didn't sleep, I laid in bed the rest of the day, reading, reflecting, and listening to interviews, then all night tossing, turning and praying. It was fitful rest, a kind of work in itself. Today seemed like an answer to my prayers, finding areas I didn't even know needed tending to, for myself and for someone else. The day culminated with the time to put down my thoughts,  a living prayer for a restored republic and true Golden Age for our planet, fitting for Earth Day, 2025.  

https://x.com/vigilantfox/status/1914815776151736546?s=46&t=_G2alMqynwcfz5xlc4G-Dg

WW-WTF 👀 3/22/25

I really have no idea how fringe I really am or ever was, but I do keep a pulse on others who think like I do. I know I’m a little exhausted right now and just trying to be patient. Others have expressed this too but doing a better job at keeping a chin up. I’m more pragmatic. 

Say you have a drug addicted close family member that lies to you saying he’s clean, been clean for X years. You point out his inability to maintain employment for anything longer than a few months, his current inability to stay on point during conversation, etc. You reassure him that you love him whether or not he’s using and point out that you care enough about him to be honest. So, he opens up, you have a good conversation about how powerful addictions can be, and how it can destroy lives. You might bring up childhood friends or other relatives who died from this reckless lifestyle or lived in homeless encampments for years. I personally saw a cousin come in as a patient where I used to work. She kept testing positive with tox screens. We never got past the initial, Let’s Be Honest Phase. She kept lying to me, but say you get past that point again and again with a particular loved one. He/she eventually goes into rehab, starts doing the process of repairing life and home, but falls off again and again and again. Jesus might say, “Try again” because you would want others to not give up on you, but there really is only so much that one can do. Jesus would probably also admit to that. He had to leave his home town to start His healing ministry. 

I’m experiencing exhaustion right now, partly out of empathy for the ones who are trying to converse with a drug addicted  (and likely vaccine-injured) family member. But then it’s also no one person in particular—it’s just people in general, the industry I work in, society at large. I can pray, but the addict has to come to their senses. I will not entertain the lie and cannot muster the energy to converse at length or argue, even pointing to simple facts. Like an officer weary of going in a third or fourth time to save a battered wife, I know that she may eventually end up dead, but do I want to go in to save her again, only to have her also strike or threaten me as I arrest her husband? It’s that kind of weariness. 

People are addicted to the easy fix, finding little to no enjoyment in the work of taking good care of themselves, much less their nation. Chinese slave labor produces cheaper products they can afford, and then they bring up how they need a refill on their opioid pain reliever. Maybe a prior authorization done for their new diabetic prescription.

I’d much rather be writing something uplifting. There’s droves of it everywhere now—finally, vindication on everything critical thinkers have been thinking and speaking since JFK was allegedly killed by a Magic Bullet. The present US president’s administration is also making real cuts in abhorrently wasteful programs. Billions have been saved already. Federal buildings like some IRS buildings were reportedly closed with talk of $5000 returns for everyone this year. I should be elated. Maybe the addiction spell will break, and people will want to engage in wholesome life again, completely sober, and getting acquainted with common sense and God’s Good Earth again. I’m cautiously excited at times; guarded and resigned, however, most of the time because I’m still inhabiting the planet with enough junkies to make it discouraging. 

These periods of cynicism come and go. I will be fine by next month and offering something more inspiring. 

WW-WTF Update 🤯 2/22/25

 

As I start this month's post I am hopeful that the war is finally coming to a close, or at least we're near the end; perhaps its the beginning of the mop-up phase. The previous 4 years were The Pain Years--showing the world what modern communist dictatorship looks like--complete with don't-believe-your-lying eyes MSM gaslighting on steroids; two-tiered justice in our faces daily, taxpayer-funded lawfare and other assaults like trans women taking over women's sports; the promotion of minors having the right to consent to eventual taxpayer-funded genital mutilation without parents even knowing, and basically enduring at least what appeared to be the presidency of an incompetent career politician in his dementia years with Establishment media ignoring gaffe after gaffe or making excuses, distracting and then promising better times with Kamala. 

I survived these years only thanks to the fact I didn't get the supposedly-glamorous and critically necessary mRNA Vaxxine (or for that matter any other so-called vaccine for the last 15-20 years), some days praying minute by minute, having multiple supports in my life--a truly safe and functional home, selectivity when it comes to what food and media/news I'm taking in, a therapy dog, daily nootropics and adaptogens. Not working 50-60 hours a week, surrounded by dozens of people shedding spike protein has also been a plus. I trusted my gut, stayed fairly silent about these things for the most part, imparting wisdom to people very discreetly, knowing that while truth was on my side, we have 35-50% of the population in a frigging "Democratic" (translation: communist) Rockefeller Medicine Cult, completely weaponized by 24/7 Orange-Man-Bad news for the last 9-10 years. 

These last two weeks have been so good, it's almost destabilizing. Ironically, I've had to step back from it and microdose myself with this good news so I don't float away or upset those around me that are fretting on Unelected Elon and Drumph threatening (the Friends of Jeffrey Epstein's) democracy. Daily over the last 2 weeks there has been so much reassuring and exciting news, like DOGE uncovering what some of us like myself have suspected for decades--AND SIMULTANEOUSLY SHUTTING DOWN THESE HORRIFIC PROGRAMS--in the nick of time. The Alliance is even re-introducing ideas like auditing Fort Knox & The Fed, possibly even giving every peasant tax slave back $5,000, while proven liar "representatives" are screaming that the mere public has no constitutional right to know where their taxes are going. The sobering part is knowing that there are 85 year olds enduring 50-60-degree temperatures in their homes so they can sock away money in preparation of Dicatator Drumph ending Social Security, according to the propagandists at CNN and MSNBC. 

I've had to take my own advice and take deep breaths to be able to sleep at night and to maintain stability in social decorum. I keep repeating to myself that this war probably isn't over. We have another 3 to 300 years of arresting drug/arms/child traffickers, Wayfair Closet Club-members (that make child trafficking so lucrative), traitors that were funding/arming/training terrorist groups that were preparing to murder hundreds of millions more in the name of "democracy"; AND finally, the scientists who KNOWINGLY developed bioweapons that went into "vaccines". Even as I put this into print, I have to get up to make a cup of tea, take a magnolia bark capsule, eat some chicharones and take some more deep breaths. 

The best part has been watching Mom organically overcome depression, realizing why she's lived this long. She is absolutely savoring the melt-down of the Deep State oligarchs, taking in the news about tax relief for seniors and everyone really, the demolition of programs that reward lawbreakers, the exposé and shuttering of Cloward & Piven strategies that were meant to haul civilization back into pre-Magna Carta Dark Ages. We share the news like giddy teenagers every weekend. 

I better just leave it at that. There is still so much to do. While it's tempting to celebrate (and I will enjoy some restaurant food tonight with a glass of wine) I know there's at least another year and a half of hard work to be done before I can completely shake off the hypervigilance, cynicism and anger. 

 

 

 

 

WW-WTF BBQ 🔥 1/22/25

What a ride so far. These last 3+ months for me has been a period of decompression (getting out of the nursing home work that I loved but was killing me): I go back to visit occasionally and almost always leave crying, but the industry of healthcare, including the small clinic I'm at part-time now is captured. Large corporate operations like the one that runs the nursing homes in my county are especially captured. Hopefully that can get undone over the next few years. We're still not completely out of the storm just yet, as is evident in Southern California. Things are very strained financially everywhere, and especially in blue states like mine, we may see the war go very hot in places like Los Angeles. President Trump has made promises that have led to others like him assassinated. There's nothing democratic or civilized, glamorous or patriotic about assassination. Just like there is nothing noble or honorable about dismissing informed consent and pushing new and invasive "healthcare" technology on people that just happens to lead to cardiac problems and turbo cancers, especially in children. There will be no moving on, no moving forward, no glib excuses that the Friends of Jeffrey Epstein can sell us. There will be no rewriting history, and no distractions effective enough to have humanity forget the horrid truth that is starting to congeal in the minds of millions right now regarding these last 4 years. These last 4 years were a kind of vaccine--a vaccine against what amounts to Global Marxism. It will probably take another 4 years to unpack and fully develop, but I suspect the 25-30% of the population that are still convinced that Trump is worse than Hitler will have had a change of heart and mind if they don't perish from a vaxxine injury. I'll make it brief again this month as I'm having to study and prepare my sideline career to stay afloat financially. It's actually a very exciting time, and I'll eventually be doing my part to Make America Healthy Again. 

Now Drone Wars? 🤯 WW-WTFBBQ Update

The 22nd kind of snuck up on me, so I'm putting together a last-minute collection of thoughts. So much going on, mostly clashing psyops here in the US, imho. I've found interesting perspectives on what's going on elsewhere. I've pretty much said my peace in November's essay.

I also feel a kidney stone starting to move, so I am not comfortable sitting at a computer right now. I'm going to drop the memes and videos I thought were the best ones I found this month and call it a night.