Dreams

The pandemic has infiltrated our dreams as well as our daily waking lives. When u r under an umbrella, all encompassing stressor, that may even destroy u, whether by death or permanent disability, i.e. “long COVID,” which has a constellation of symptoms…well, u can’t escape the fact that this existential threat has to be put into perspective, in some way, or else it’ll harm u in ways u can’t imagine. No one can be in a constant state of “fight or flight,” as in adrenal gland pumping out stress hormones like cortisol. U will go into massive inflammatory response internally, and that isn’t any good 4 u. U have to reach some internal accommodation w your stressors, also known as homeostasis. I do have a scientific background, as u can see, w this vocabulary and explanation. And that makes me proud of who I am, that my background is rich in language and culture, science, tech, volunteerism, skills like photography, writing, arts like cooking, so many things! But enough now about me. I am saying so just so u don’t look at me as a life failure, because the culture that I am part of ascribes enormous significance to your physical appearance. I AM SO MUCH MORE THAN MY BODY APPEARANCE!! And so r u, as well. And conversely, my profession is not the totality of who I am either. My tendrils of a beautiful tapestry weave into many lives, over the decades I am alive, and will even do so possibly post my live existence, because of this blog and other writings I have made. I reach into the future even. I hope my story will be helpful to others, via the eternal internet.

But back to dreams. Your subconscious mind tries to make sense of this change in life circumstances, in order to deal better w it. People have found escape in dreams, whether they be sexual, as in discharging anxiety thru physical orgasm, a preferred method of dealing w a lack of a real partner, or even in place of someone u r with in life, who isn’t cutting it 4 u exclusively, or the ordinary symbolic dreams w need for interpretation of how it all fits together. Many people have also suffered nightmares that intensify their anxiety even, re the pandemic, or other stressors. We r tired by now, well, good and tired, as we have entered the 2nd year of the Pandemic Blues. This means some r just flouting the CDC public guidelines, by burning masks, avoidance of usage, not socially distancing, screaming out on social media how it is all bunk…and no more compliance! And also r delaying and obfuscating the need to get the vaccine, w excuses, concerns, anecdotal reports of bad bad side effects post vaccine, worries of the long term safety of same….any excuse will do. Stay in, day in, day out, go out only for necessities, do not see anyone anymore, either as friends, or for business reasons, even maintenance deferred. No one is safe! I know of shut ins like this, here in NYC. They break my heart.

Will u be able to resume normal life even eventually when significant numbers of people refuse to get the available vaccines?? Will we ever achieve herd immunity when so many millions just REFUSE?? IT IS TRULY A DYSTOPIAN NIGHTMARE. Can u live in a society where the disease continues at a broad clip to consume lives, w many millions more who have brain fog, tiredness, nausea and vomiting, joint aches, movement troubles, a constellation of mental illness, dementia, stroke, heart disease, it goes on and on…blood clots. Pick your poison. Some proportion of those afflicted w long COVID will be unable to work again, ever, permanently disabled. And your insomnia will also ramp up, as u cannot relax anymore in your isolation, your veritable oblivion. How long can u sustain that?? Well, as 4 me, I urge literally EVERYONE to get their vaccine(s), when that is possible 4 them. Not only 4 u, but 4 your broader community. Your dreams and sleep depend on it too, to reduce your inner stress.

I urge sexual dreams to everyone, to release your pent up miseries. There’s really nothing so good as an orgasm, to make u want 2 live! And use your chocolate sparingly, w it, or in waking time. Get pleasure, while u can. Your very life may depend on it, especially now. When your husband dreams of sex, it isn’t his fault, even if he dreams of another person. We r complex beings w strong appetites after all, and u can’t hold him responsible 4 his subconscious desires. I personally do not believe that any man can be exclusively solo w his partner 4ever in this way; it’s contrary to nature. He will see others and want them; it’s just a fact. Be glad that he inhibits his desire, in deference 2 u, and your marriage. That has to be enough, ladies. They aren’t wired as we r, after all. The mere thought of sexuality w another person is just something u have 2 tolerate. Enjoy, my friends! And pleasant dreams.

I will close w another form of media mention, even tho I lack the copyright to said song: “Dreams” is a magnificent song by the group Fleetwood Mac, w Stevie Nicks singing lead on that one. Love it! And it went platinum again not long ago, because a guy on a skateboard was drinking Ocean Spray cranberry juice straight from a 2 quart container, singing happily w this song in the background! And he made a fortune from that video too! Booya! That was also pleasurable to this hedonistic woman, who dreams lustily often. Such a waste to lose such a resource to the world, guys. Some folks can never get enough. Even in an arid desert of desire.

Easter Tidings

This Easter Sunday finds me very contemplative, and I am uncertain that this is a good thing. I contemplate and ponder my existence often as it is, so why do holidays seem like a particular curse to me, even while I am outwardly happy for the Resurrection of Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, for those of u who r Christian also. And also, that the Orthodox Church of Greece and Russia celebrates their Easter this year on May 2nd. Don’t get me wrong: I am supremely grateful for the Resurrection, and the hope that that represents, and to which I am eminently unworthy of Jesus’ supreme sacrifice in giving up His will to bow to the Father, in accepting Death, even death on a cross! I come at Easter w a sublime inward knowing that my experience is apart from others, who most likely were born into Christian homes, and baptized as babies.

Not so me. I was born to 2 Jewish parents who were not particularly into their own religion, and did not send me to Hebrew school nor to be bas mitzvah’ed at age 13, normally. Instead, I found my own household lack of faith disturbing, and set out in search of more, of a reasoned choice, in my teens. It was a way to cope w major burdens in the house also, which included violence between my parents, a drunk boyfriend who was abusive to me and my mother both, over 30 yrs of that! And so faith was an avenue of escape, a refuge 4 me. I converted to Roman Catholicism formally at age 21, on December 14, 1985, while I was at the end of my studies at SUNY Buffalo. So this is now in my 35th year of being a Christian formally. I was both baptized and confirmed a Catholic on that day. Tho my father was not particularly faithful in any material respect to his religion, he still regarded my defection as a betrayal, and so I was possibly, even likely facing being disowned at that point. He had made his displeasure known, loudly. So I was afraid, but I called his bluff. He would disown and thereby give up his only child, for the conversion?

Well, ultimately, he didn’t. It may have however been one more wedge between us, going forward. I explained that it was no repudiation of Judaism to have been baptized into the Catholic faith, that the two were linked, and a fulfillment of what many have seen as a graduation, that the 1st monotheistic religion gave birth to another, one that saw that Jesus Christ died for us, and I acknowledged that truth. I saw that Jesus had personally died, horrifically, 4 me! Even when I was still a sinner! So I do have joy at Easter, BUT why does my own cross have to weigh so heavily too? I speak of the promise that my church offers, for fulfillment, for love, for family, for salvation, for so much that is good. And when I was 21, the whole world seemed like an open book to me, to develop myself, to professional development, to engage in love, hopefully marriage, hopefully children, and my own family was still largely alive at that point. Not so now.

At my soon to be age 57, I am far down in my hopes for the future, and lots of waters under many bridges. My entire close family has perished, but for a few cousins, who r seen not often, due to distance, and also the pandemic causing us to be apart as well. I count the anniversaries of my dead ancestors, and there r no births to crow about, except the ones of dear friends, who r a few of them grandparents now. When my friends have wedding anniversaries, I feel particularly disenchanted, because I deserved my own mate, and got none. No, it isn’t true that no one wanted me! I had a list of six men actually who would have married me, quite willingly, actually, but I found them all unacceptable to me, for good reasons. I listed these men on a paper in order to make myself feel better even. So I am alone, utterly alone, and holidays intensify this feeling.

I put on my brave face w greetings to my friends and family on Facebook, texting same, using BitMoji as an avatar. I do things that r special, like whipping up Cinnamon Bun pancakes even, and am in search of leg of lamb as an entree, to take out from a diner, but not a single one has it! Outrage! Only lamb chops r an option then, as a take out option from a restaurant…and I keep Jesus in mind, giving thanks, and also wondering why my fate was so bitter, to be so alone at this later stage of life, aging and w health issues, and all of my dear friends actually have children and grandchildren (well, some of them, anyway), and siblings, some of them even their elderly parents…while faithful Marsha is forgotten, among the many. So very alone, and I see Jesus in his shroud in the Holy Sepulchre.

But I too have to carry my Cross. And this day shall pass too. God bless u all, my dear readers. I needed more than this, today. But writing it down and emptying it from my soul is a purging, so that makes it better. Maybe one day I won’t be as alone as today I feel.

Complications of Sexuality

So have u ever knowingly kissed someone who has a history of cold sores, a/k/a herpes simplex virus? Probably u have kissed someone w it, but didn’t know, as they were not forthcoming about it, before kissing u intimately. And then once u knew, did u feel betrayed, because the virus lives inside your body’s mucus membranes for the rest of your life? U can have it only on your lips, of the mouth that is, inside the mouth cheeks, and also down below, where women have labia as well, and the penis, anus, etc. So it’s a sexually transmitted disease, if it’s down there, and it’s easy to transmit from mouth to below as well, as u might imagine. And it has outbreaks w high stress, other systemic diseases that attack the immune system, and u can cause your children to catch it easily as well. Either in utero, or outside, when your parents aren’t very cautious about using towels, glasses, tableware, u name it…easily transmissible. So would u avoid being involved w a person who had even as little as the oral cold sores then, and not below? Remember it’s the rest of your life, and u need to be very very on alert to not transmit it. When a parent had not been very careful and passed it on to her son or daughter, well, it’s not your fault, but then u have it, and may never find someone who will take the chance w you. Unfair life.

And then there’s the Pandemic Blues, which is my latest name 4 this ongoing phenomenon. Even tho increasing numbers of people r getting the vaccines daily, giving hope, but same time, in the USA, 4th wave of variant cases of COVID-19. And we r in 2021 now. When u live in the Pandemic Blues, well, give up on sex too, unless u play Russian Roulette, or have a faithful partner (lucky u!) Lots of people r still asymptomatic, or pre-symptomatic, as in not showing any outward symptoms of illness. No fever, no cough, no nada. Just going about your life, wearing your mask or two, a shield for your face, social distancing at least 6 feet from those u don’t know, self-protecting. So no kisses r safe, no hugs r safe, no anything closer than that is safe….so yeah, no sex, unless u r in a monogamous relationship, really strictly, and both of u r being careful 100% of the time. As to exposure. Washing hands 20 times a day, carrying hand sanitizer, spritzing it liberally…and no more touch or even physical affection. Not safe. Imagine French kissing someone who u just met, or who u were only flirting with online…that can be it, transmission, and then find out if the vaccine saved u or not….after u get the disease.

And then there’s good old, well not so good Human papilloma virus too, the most common sexually transmitted disease. We have concocted a vaccine for the youngsters, w target ages of 11-12 yrs old to receive two vaccine shots, in order to prevent the most common strains of this virus, and u can also get it if u r up to age 26 preferred, w an upper limit of age 45 for those who want it, then 3 vaccine shots for those people. All over 45, u r out of the loop on this protection. And little kids r also not getting it, as it’s not necessary, being that sexuality is only a question for most in the adolescent years, so getting it at age 11 or 12 is better, where only 2 shots r necessary. But for those of us who r older, we r what we in the Bronx call “shit outta luck.” AND the routine testing of males is not done either, as men pass the disease on to females, so the women get tested when they go to the gynecologist, to see if they have it. So if a man has it, he usually doesn’t know, and can easily pass it sexually to a woman. And most people get the disease too, as we often in this society do not marry as virgins. Now some persons will fight it off over several years, and have it no more, via our own immune systems. But at least some will be less lucky, w several prevalent strains, that will later on in life cause latent major infections AND cancer too: cervical very common, also head and neck cancers, back of the tongue…picture hysterectomy, body wide metastasis/spread, and the head and neck can disfigure u. But even if u refuse such surgery, then your prognosis varies, as to how far it has spread. But again, when a person has confirmed HPV + cancer, then all partners of that person r at risk as well. Keep multiplying. How many lovers have u had that u r no longer in touch with?? So there’s no contact tracing then. Have u ever had sex w someone whose full name u didn’t even know?? Address back then is not now anyway…

Picture horny teenagers having an orgy on their high school senior trip! I know of such happening, even tho not a participant. So there were about 40 people in a large room, in various acts of sexual congress, let us say, in the year 1981, when AIDS was first breaking out, unnamed at that time. And some of those people were engaged in gay sex in that room too. Any contact tracing back then? What?! HPV also existed; so did herpes, but not so COVID. Caught a break then. But surely enough contagion and risk, and very high libidos won that fight. What’s going on now? I know Plato’s Retreat went out of business, and sex rooms at Turkish baths in the area known as Greenwich Village, and cushioned private rooms at discotheques, long gone, but yes, alcohol and memories, and sex, glorious sex….so the karma is coming 4 us now, as we age, and the carefree sex is long gone.

U have your one and only lover, probably your mate, or u have danger and a ticking clock on fertility, and no safe access to anyone. Yup, karma is a bitch on this one. R people still having such sex, even w the risks? Bet on it. The urge is one of the highest ones in humankind. Perpetuate the species, folks. But here’s another nugget 4 ya: the scientists have determined that due to persistent types of pollution, men’s penises have grown smaller. Yes, it’s true! We have reduced our species’ fertility permanently thus. Maybe we will build another type of Washington Monument to compensate.

Harry & Meghan; Inequality

In these United States of America, the only way we exist as a nation is by virtue of pursuing wealth by merit and hard work, not by virtue of inheritance! This is the fundamental difference between us and the United Kingdom, that unwillingness to support a monarchy that got to where it is by virtue of accident of birth. So when u r born to a system where your birth is heralded all over the world, and your name announced on world media, and your home is Buckingham Palace, or any of dozens of other mansions, around the UK, well, u live in a fish bowl then, an instant celebrity, w the tabloid media watching all along your growing up, and your space in line as to inheritance to The Throne, it is all delineated. And never, but never speak of the eventuality of death, of The Monarch. That’s verboten. God save The Queen! She has been the only Monarch alive in my many years of existence, and I date from the 1960’s, my own birth. She ascended The Throne at age 27, on June 2, 1953. She is now going on 95 years old, in April 2021. She is however much loved nowadays, and defended. And her husband, Prince Philip, is now 99 years old, still kicking too. And the Heir Apparent to The Throne is Prince Charles, now aged 72 years. The latest gossip is now nigh in America and the rest of the world too, re his 2nd son, Prince Harry, who married Meghan Markle, an American biracial former actress.

Meghan Markle and Prince Harry gave an interview to Oprah Winfrey, which aired on Sunday, 3/7/2021, on WCBS via Oprah’s production company, Harpo Productions. And full of revelations this interview was! We were collectively aghast! Worldwide even. What can we say about being driven to the point of suicide, because of isolation, and the neglect of mental health issues that were encroaching on the lifestyle of The Duchess of Sussex? Imagine being told u cannot see your friends, EVER, as u r too often outside, saturated news coverage, or that it isn’t done, to check into a hospital, or even get psychotherapy, or meds, or some freedom?! U literally give up everything: your keys, your ID, your possessions, your car, your passport….and when u give birth, your name isn’t on the birth certificate even, just your title! U have been stripped of your own personhood! Poor Meghan had not a clue what she was getting into, per the interview specifics. She just learned about Harry from him himself, not by outside sources.

And then other revelations too: like who asked such question about dealing with the baby’s skin color, should he be darker than his parents are?! Clearly enough now, the person who asked about that incendiary question was Prince Charles. It was later refuted that Queen Elizabeth and Prince Philip were not the ones asking such a question, which indicates a latent racism as to skin color. Very bad position to take and ask that, as the UK is full of Black people, subjects, as is much of the Commonwealth of Nations, much of it in Africa. And the Commonwealth includes Australia, New Zealand, Canada, Ghana, South Africa, Nigeria, India, and other countries of antiquity. All have English as an official language.

And in this country, the only one which instituted a Revolution, back in 1776, w the Declaration of Independence, where we fought and won, against King George III, which is made a buffoon in droll comedy in the hit show Hamilton…but that’s another entry 4 the blog, another day, that wonderful show. But the concept of American exceptionalism and wealth by merit is deep in our veins, and it depends on a lot: a well educated citizenry, which is now in question, by virtue of political shenanigans, and choices in votes, every 4 years at least, when we elect or re-elect our President, who may not have our best interests at heart. We r an extremely politically divided nation in this present day. I’d call it mutual hatred even, in some quarters. We spar and then we incite insurrection even! And social media intensifies the divide. We only exist on the concept that we can achieve wealth and success by virtue of study, hard work, getting a professional career, or at least by skilled work, like plumbing, car repair, etc. But the Americans have not seen that this compact is totally frayed now: as higher education is often unaffordable, or available by mortgaging your financial future, via hi interest debt, student loans, on sky high tuitions, costs of study, being a major league gamble, on future earnings, on a job u may not even secure. Job opportunities r scarce now, in the pandemic blues, and whatever jobs there r, they may be low paid, as capitalism rewards stockholders, not so much employees. So until u get yourself into a CEO position w your own business, and do very well in said business, u r going to be paid by either government, or an outside employer, whose goal it is to pay u the least they can, to retain u, but also in pursuit of that almighty profit. Even non-profit businesses only pay well at the very top of the chain, not the rank and file. And Americans r NOT profiting collectively, and it doesn’t matter to those employers: their message is u r EXPENDABLE! AS IN SNUFFED OUT, easily replaced, dead.

When u have a system of masses of disenfranchised peoples, all scrounging, suffering, in debt, under a pile of it, unable to climb out, broke, over-mortgaged, 20 year old cars, which break and u can’t afford hi priced auto mechanic repairs, or when household items break, like water pipes in Texas, in a recent incident of no hot water, no heat, and no electricity, no drinking water, no toilets! No backup system! Well, u see u r in a 3rd world country then! And it falls down like a house of cards, when the middle class is being winnowed out, by the inequality of the system. Add in the pandemic, unequally affecting populations of color, of disenfranchisement, winnowing out and killing such people, to paraphrase Charles Dickens: “…to decrease the surface population…” because u can’t be bothered w providing for those who r unfortunate, who don’t make $. So democracy fails then.

The Americans haven’t grasped this truism yet: that the collapse of the merit based system is the death of democracy. But it’s coming. U can read the tea leaves in the desperation of millions of disenfranchised souls. Unequal opportunity = unequal chances of wealth or even middle class status = fury! Read the history of societies of which the many exist on the edges, w poor health care, poor housing, poor food choices, bad air, bad water, environmental racism, racism all around, hatred, and u can see that the House of Cards is toppled. People will not withstand long an unequal system where your only choices r drug abuse, alcoholism, suicide, killing, etc. Sound familiar, America?? Yeah, hang on the side of the cliff. Sooner or later, u fall off.

And the public education system is unequal too, tied to property values and taxes paid, so that a richer area has better schools, and the converse is true also. And scholarships r insufficient for the masses of people who want to go to college, which is by now out of reach of many. And financial aid is also insufficient, even in my day: the school figures an unrealistic budget, as to personal expenses, and your financial aid is pegged to that number. So if there isn’t extra at that point, well, u can’t go home then, because u can’t afford the air fare home. Or the massive phone bills, even w once weekly chats w your parents. The school budget falls far short. I even had to help friends who had not enough $ for food during my college days. Or laundry costs, or a movie that costs $2 to go. U graduate now frequently w $100K in debt! So how can u escape living in your parents’ house, like 4ever?! Many can’t. And many will never marry either, for failure to climb out of that debt, and establish independence. U extrapolate now, and many folks don’t even know what that word means, because the education system has failed them…and u can see that the system is teetering. Good luck, America: Donald Trump may yet tap into the fury out there, again. Or future insurrections, some to succeed. People do not recognize history either, in The rise of the Third Reich, except it’s here now.

Great Words in Sentences, A Marsha List

So I got a lot of chatter online recently when I concocted a self-made favorite words list, in remembrance of a youthful exposure to Vocabulary lists passed out every semester in English class at the Bronx HS of Science. But be advised my words r not from that time, and r purely on a slant that my brain is on right now…so do read my usages w humor and bon vivant (a person who enjoys a sociable and luxurious lifestyle). Or as the New Orleans folks say in French: Laissez les bons temps rouler! (Let the good times roll!)

  1. Technical language or jargon in an obscure field might be construed as gobbledygook by an audience untrained in such disciplines.

2. The annual Metropolitan Museum of Art Costume Institute ball is the very definition of smashing!

3. Do u think the word orgasm is a loaded word? Yes, because the compiler of this list has been dubbed “Naughty Newman.” (Credit to Mr Henry Frisch, 2021. )

4. Many people feel discombobulated emerging from a roller coaster ride.

5. English has many shades of meaning in its words. Balderdash means nonsense, like talking gibberish or hooey.

6. Tho the 1st meaning of gook refers to an uncalled for ethnic slur, I simply intended it to be known as a mess on one’s hands, like poorly applied eye makeup.

7. A dog is reportedly man’s best friend, a/k/a a canine.

8. The American holiday of Thanksgiving often is celebrated by inviting guests over to a feast at someone’s home.

9. People w bipolar disorder often enjoy creating a neologism, which is literally a new word. Such words however may not be accepted by the community.

10. There r 2 flamingos named Rhett & Scarlett in residence at The Key West Butterfly & Nature Conservatory. They r both 9 yrs old now.

11. Seeing a ghost caused Hamlet to feel an inquietude of his own spirit (physical or mental restlessness or disturbance).

12. Acting on stage before a large audience can cause disquietude (a state of uneasiness or anxiety).

13. Watching William Shatner see a monster on an airplane wing in The Twilight Zone is certainly a phantasmagorical nightmare for his character.

14. Transcending the warp 10 speed barrier, Tom Paris & Captain Katherine Janeway went through a transmogrification into parent reptilians in a jungle. (The act or process of changing or being changed completely; often w humorous or grotesque effect).

15. Nowadays, car keys have become elaborate fobs, w many functions.

16. To utterly savor chocolate melting and eating it is often an act of hedonism for the consumer.

17. There r many schools of philosophy to study and all will challenge your preconceived notions of the meaning of life.

18. To say that physics was not my forté at the Bronx HS of Science would be an understatement!

19. A solipsistic view of life entails the believer to think that his self is the only thing that can be known to exist. It is extreme egocentricity and is not too different from narcissistic in meaning. Solipsism is a philosophy (that can be proven to exist, the self). Narcissism: excessive love of oneself.

20. Relativism has been used to explain that knowledge, truth & morality exist in relation to culture or historical context and r thus not absolute. An example would be looking at a certain group as being useful only for slavery because in that time frame, slavery was a known “good” for the society in question.

Post note: A friend asked me to use gobbledygook and gook together in a sentence.(Credit to Ms Pam Ruiz Apollo, 2021). Here was my response: While using Gorilla Glue as gook on her hair, she exclaimed Gobbledygook when she found she couldn’t get it out! Such is my humor, but in this case, it was a true news incident for a young lady, which wound up in her getting pro bono surgery to remove her permanently stuck hair. So really not funny. But a good usage of my crazy words at least. I love the expressiveness of the English language, hence this blog exists.

Jungleland Redux, Brucie Baby

Frankly, it irks me that my most read entry on this blog gets nary a comment, even tho readers from around the world read it! I have to conclude that no one likes “Analysis of ‘Jungleland,’ Bruce Springsteen’s Opus.” I even recently took another look at it, and added more to it, as to analysis of lyrics, from the original publishing of it, on December 7, 2017. So it’s now 3 yrs old +, and still I can’t do justice to the magnificence of this song, which is a true story out of the Bruce’s life, most likely, because all writers r told to write about that which they know…and this would be true of songwriters too. If not Bruce, then someone he knew or still knows. Do u see yourself in the song?? Does it seem familiar somehow, and yet magically brilliant? I find myself carried away on it, those opening strings, chords of the pleasure and pain of life, paid for in heartbreak, and agony, and ecstasy….and it is remarkable in that we flash back thru our lives, and insert ourselves into the song, no matter whether we be male or female, “wounded, not even dead,” which in a way may be worse. Can u countenance becoming a zombie, walking like the Living Dead, horrifically violent and insane, harming those whom we love, because of a pathogen invading our bodies, or a zombie biting us?? Is this better than being dead? I think not.

But let me not speak 4 u, dear reader. Perhaps u r suppressing your homicidal rage and paranoia within, because we r alternately both inherently good and evil creatures, and which one comes out dominant is dependent upon our upbringing, genetics, coping mechanisms, education, a million variables of growth & development. Also a function of our culture and society as well. A culture predicated upon a government of laws, of documents held sacred in public trust, like our Constitution in these United States, which gives us a right to a militia’s right to bear arms, which meant a wholly different thing in 1789 (the year it was made effective), rather than what is interpreted in modern life in 2021…and we interpret the law as immovable, sacrosanct, unwavering, as to the individual right to bear arms. And I am not a radical as to this right, being a reasonable woman: I can see the need to have a rifle say, to hunt, to bring home fresh meat carcasses for food, and maybe even display. No problem to me.

But when u bring that law, in our vaunted document, and twist it into the individual right to own a bumper stock, silencer enabled machine gun w sniper lenses from afar, designed as a mass killing machine, and that certainty that a certain number of our fellow humans r going to become evil, from their misfortunes in life, abuse, neglect, lack of love, disenfranchisement, a gun is the way out, for themselves AND others, whom they blame, collectively, en masse. There is a new word called “incel,” which means a usually young man, involuntarily celibate. As in rejected by maybe one woman, or even several, and cannot get laid, no matter how much he needs to, or wants it, he is repeatedly rejected, and feels worthless and enraged…u can multiply this to infinity, because incels r part of our society. And always will be. Some guys r just ugly, don’t make a living, r boring, feel entitled to the good of voluntary sexuality w their chosen quarry. But when they say one thing wrong, r less than confident, r on their way out of the world, as deformed, unable to get reconstructive surgery to restore their looks…pit faces marred by craters of acne…fat as a house, stupid, unathletic, uncool, pathetic little creatures who talk like hot wind bags of stupid facts that no one cares about…who r the proverbial Sheldons and Leonards of real life, who aren’t nearly as cool as their namesakes on The Big Bang Theory. In real life, the gang of friends will split before they r bored out of their skulls. But TV exists to make the uncomfortable a happy ending, and so our nerds on TV get the girls, the excellent jobs, children, even Nobel Prizes! And of course, mucho cash. Cash is the essential lubricant to the quality of life. But TV is clearly not real life. We see the reality and want to escape from it, hence the love of TV and movies and music, all the performing arts. Making something beautiful from our real life pains, we sublimate it all.

But then again, we see some method in our madness too, and seek out vengeance instead. We rap, dance, jump quadruples on ice, on uneven bars, become the best of what we can be, at the limits of human endurance, and celebrate that achievement every 4 yrs at the worldwide Olympics. And we listen to these songs, over and over again, testing whether we can glean some other meaning not heretofore revealed or analyzed, as in Jungleland, by my personal favorite artist, The Boss, Bruce Springsteen. I even gave a copy of my original essay, printed off my MAC, to the Boss himself, when he was playing at the Walter Kerr Theater, in NYC, Broadway, via Fed Ex, because I was unsuccessful in getting to hand it to him in the crowd after or even before a show, Springsteen on Broadway. But I received confirmation that the envelope got to him, at least. I sat near the front of the theater two times out of 3 shows that I went to see him there. He noticed me all three times. I wore him on my chest, a custom made T shirt of us meeting the year before. I dub myself his #1 fan in all of New York, at least. My passion is strong, but also tame, as I am a good woman, and the devil within has not won. And I love that he has a good life overall, despite the horrors of his early life. He overcame, spectacularly! And that is what I aspire to also. To overcome the detritus of abuse and neglect, and even tho we emerge wounded, still, we won. Even if Jungleland leaves us wondering if that is so.

I do think I became that blowhard bore sometimes, when I am not making others laugh. But fortunately, that isn’t too often. People still like me, and my blog, even if they don’t say so explicitly. I also accept constructive criticism, because my skin is tougher than it looks. And my 12 yr old honorary niece accuses me of being a “fanatic” of the Bruce, but I know that her opinion is based on insufficient evidence, and she hears me talk of him much, as I want to influence her taste. And my car is named for him also. And it’s a hell of a car also, especially cruising the New Jersey Turnpike and Garden State Parkway in NJ…and I feel pride that Voyager, my car’s name, represents me well. Whether on Backstreets or pikes. She is an extension of who I think I am. And men and women r equal in my mind. Worthy of respect and love, and in control of ourselves.

So come away w me! Cruise the highways of life, adventures, cruises, flights, drives, furs on virgin snow lovemaking! In the lakes and valleys, mountains, trees, vibrating beds, and bods, and great food, candlelight, a desire to please, over and over, a good cook, a good conversationalist, a wild imagination, many interests…and within a little vixen as well, to keep it spicy, not boring. But the good won already, so no need to fear. I am no zombie, not yet anyway….

Scam Artists

If there is anything that really riles me up, to the point of cursing out a perpetrator, but not only him, also his family, all of it, and his friends, for good measure (!), I can be pretty passionate about destroying a person’s life, if they get me good and angry. I curse them all to death by slow torture, but of course, it just feels good to let out the beast within, in words, if not deeds. This is how I know why murder is disturbingly common, especially in the USA, w its vaunted and cherished 2nd Amendment Right to Bear Arms. And we relish our TV programs and movies, and series, that gloat and glorify death by hanging, by guillotine, by chocolate….TV is the reason also why I will likely live out my life in the USA. I don’t cotton to the same types of programming in other countries as much. Even tho I enjoy watching internationally, on occasion, when traveling. And I watch Star Trek now daily, luxuriously salivating in it, all 5 classic series, because of a new cable channel called Heroes & Icons. That’s what they r to me, larger than life characters. I even look up guest stars to see if they r still alive. Of course some aren’t, because The Original Series aired from 1966-69. Some of that series have gone into the Great Beyond already: Leonard Nimoy, DeForest Kelley, James Doohan, Majel Barrett, Grace Lee Whitney, countless important characters past, from TV and the silver screen both. It’s been a long, strange ride living concurrently w a golden age of a utopia that does not even remotely exist on Earth, but yet we want to strive for that utopia that they create so effortlessly on screen.

But yet again, I digress. I am guilty of that, often. Today’s writing brings me to a railing against scam artists. They r becoming more clever, daily, to find out your personal information, because they can hack your computer pretty easily, get into it, simply by putting up a virus, malware, onto your yet protected MAC computer. And u see the message on your screen, that your computer is infected w several Trojan horse viruses, and u need to call this toll free number, in order to get it off your screen, and back to safety. And u get pop up ads too, even tho u have AdBlock Plus on the site, and the icon is lit w the number of ads that r actively being blocked at this minute….So sadly u call the number, and a kindly lady reassures u, and says they r going to fix it 4 u, and THEY DO! BUT THE NEXT DAY THE TROJAN MALWARE IS BACK ON YOUR SYSTEM, AND THE POP UP ADS TOO! And u try in good faith to give them the benefit of the doubt, that they took your money in order to clean up your system, for life even, on 3 devices…but day by day, it keeps happening!

Can u imagine how my frustration is like a lava pit volcano now? I gave them from 11 days to really fix the problem, and yet they continue to lie. And I tell them from the get go that as I give my credit card number, that I have protection against them, in case their service doesn’t solve the problem, I can dispute it w my card issuer. And that is what happened. Now that credit card is compromised for future usage, because the thieves who took the info have my address, phone number and card number, that they will use at a future date, to steal again. I will pre-empt them tho, by getting a new card number. At a time of my choosing, not theirs. And this crap continues to happen, millions of times a day, all over the Western World. They think we r rich. Ha!

So one guy who thought that I was a backwater moll, a schmuck, even tho I told him I am well educated, w a high IQ even, he wasn’t going to fool me. He sent me on a foolish quest, set up to intimidate, w my phone on all the time, to go get some $2000 in gift cards from Best Buy! Teehee. I was making a monkey out of him actually, by playing along, to get him to think I was a real mark for him, to steal from…but I pulled the rug out from under his feet. He wasn’t getting me to set a trap for the thief, when HE was the thief!!! I was a Black Widow to him actually, in that I let him think that he was getting closer to the prize, but then, saying nope, gotcha! I cursed him and all his peeps to death by slow torture, and then prayed afterward, as God knows I am but a sweetheart. I wasn’t serious about his people, his family, but I wanted him to feel fear for fucking w me so long and so hard.

Taurus is slow to anger, but it’s true that once roused, we r like a dog w a juicy bone to gnaw. We take no shit from any would be assassins or thieves, or creeps, and have self defense techniques also mastered. I even once did a good impression grumbling to myself and screaming, as a reverse psychology, because I was actually afraid to ride the subway late at night from the South Bronx. I figured if I was acting like a dangerous crazy person, then the would be criminals would take easier bait in someone else. I got home safely. These asses out there r not gonna get any satisfaction unless I deem them worthy of what it is they r selling. And that includes romance also. Some of these jerks make attempts to get u, in a romantic way, in order to simply break your heart. These r known as phishing scams. Most women have been victimized actually, in the beginning, when they were neophytes in the dating game. And they also use such scams in order to rob u as well. Unfortunately, many women r less savvy than I am, and can be victimized over and over again.

All I can say is that karma will get u, one way or another, so be a good soul. Put light out into the world that it may reflect back 2 u. And also, get educated about the School of Hard Knocks, because “a sucker is born every minute, with two to take him.” – P.T. Barnum. And that is true this minute as well, in 2021. Whether online, in person, on the phone…Get yourself a good guy, and keep him. That’s my advice. And also develop yourself as best as u can, so that u can hold up in this upstream river of life. U don’t want to be married to someone who is a leech. At least not initially, and not due to defective character. And not due to your own dependence on someone else’s money, so as to be beaten, abused, raped, all manner of criminal activity and domestic violence, just because u need to keep a roof over your head, which u cannot afford. In the greater scheme of life, I lucked out actually, to be independent, smart, and w no one who holds a gun to my head.

I get to be everyone’s kindly aunt, friend, sister, cousin, formerly daughter, niece, granddaughter…w no major responsibilities, and no one can say boo to me, in this game. I am a rainbow of cookies, w no calories, but almond paste delicious, w lobster grilled cheese mini sandwiches, love cooking, colorful, flavorful salads, lots of steaming hot veggies cooked in olive oil, Italian is my specialty, roaming the streets when it’s fair weather, taking in the fragrance of cherry blossoms blooming, daffodils, manicured bushes, thinking of a BBQ poolside, w friends, being grateful for vaccines that bring new life to those who survived this crisis…and hugs and kisses, unafraid once again! I wish everyone vigilance in the fight until we r truly delivered. In order to be standing at the end, we must first survive. And not go and anger God more w hatred and foolishness. Love of neighbor is love of God too.

A History of (Pick)Pockets

A trick, the title, because u want your reading audience to get excited by illicit titles. But we will be exploring the history of how pockets in fashion r a way to keep women enslaved actually, by being tied to pocketbooks instead of the ingenious device of having access to deep pockets. Also, credit today to CBS Sunday Morning News, for doing a scoop on this very subject, that got me thinking. Mo Rocca was the host today for that show.

Back in the mid 1800’s, men’s trouser pockets were made quite deep, to both titillate and to be utilitarian, to hide a bottle of wine even, being 8 inches deep meant u could conceal it. And of course, men found it powerful to put their hand or hands into said pockets in order to thrust them outwardly, making a tent of the fabric straining forward, to emphasize the family jewels. In the 1800’s, this was actually considered improper behavior, and obscene. My, how times have changed. Today all one has to do is proffer tented blankets, model undies, make Speedos, “nothing comes between me and my Calvin Kleins…” Even doing ZOOM tele-networking is done without pants on at all, and on camera even! People r now known to do job interviews virtually, only dressing for said interview in the tops area, because seated, it isn’t seen that u could even be naked! Yup, very different from Lincoln’s time indeed. What would the Founding Fathers say??

And women noticed, the pockets that is. Not the family jewels as much. We coveted pockets. We wanted the easy freedom of hiding things in them, and having such awesome purchasing power of fistfuls of cash. But women were constrained in the times of Bridgerton, which held forth in 1811 onward in its 1st season. All ball gowns and crinolines, whalebone corsets, cinched up tightly w strings behind, such that the women were prone to fainting, due to its being laced too tightly! Never a pocket in sight. Women were not allowed the luxury yet of wearing pants. The dresses were also cut w inward seams at the waist, to proffer ample breasts, to titillate, which is how this word came into usage in English. Just from such dresses. Now we’re heading into etymology, which is word origins.

So even tho the 1st public wearing of pants, known as “bloomers” in the mid-19th century, for women, it didn’t reach to the greater society, unless in specific instances like work usages, some military usage, in the WW I and WW II eras, u might be surprised to learn that the wearing of pants by women as a common and accepted fashion didn’t gain traction until the 1960’s and 1970’s! My, it was barbaric! And the same way, women r subjugated even today by shoe design, by making stilettos, high heels, wedges, platforms, anything that u wouldn’t want in a snowstorm, or in running for your life! U would be crippled in such footwear actually, absent those things, if u continued to buy into the loveliness of high heels, some 4 inches high or worse, tiny pin point heels to balance on, what on a subway grate, or over any edge in a public park, say the Grand Canyon?? Do u go walking for miles in hi heels?? Nope, u r buying into current fashion, and also subjugation, in wearing such shoes. Look at your mommy’s or grandma’s toes, all misshapen, hammer toes, bunions, permanent deformities, to see where such shoes lead u….They guarantee income for life for podiatrists at least. Rightward/leftward toes get “scrunched” by lack of sufficient room in said shoes, permanently, and so they get pushed, into the other toes not as constrained. The bones shift, and make likelihood for skin diseases as well, as bacteria and fungi love your scrunched toes, where they may breed. Athlete’s foot, anyone?

Now, back to those pockets. I saw the beauty of it growing up, and wanted freedom, mobility, style, and beauty all. And I wanted to hide my $ from being snatched by thieves too. My pocketbook was an easy target, even as young as junior high school, when bullies had free rein at JHS 80 in the Bronx. So I insisted on going shopping for jeans, not only getting clothes from my family’s women’s clothing store, Newman’s, on Jerome Avenue. And I did a count this morning, and was mortified to count 17 pairs of said jeans hanging in my closet, all in usage. All of them have pockets, but some lack them in the front side, as a stylistic detail. I do not actually favor those, as more pockets is more freedom to me. But occasionally the style appeals, and they get bought anyway. I am clearly a clothes horse to have so many in rotation daily. Velvet, black, blue denim, periwinkle blue, reds, purples, all kinds of style. All w those much loved pockets. BUT they aren’t 8 inches deep, nope, just to keep women in their place, yet again. Some of the pockets r quite shallow in fact, another point of fashion putting women in their place, w lack of convenience. When u put your house keys in such pockets, and go to a bathroom, they fall out automatically! And so, what use is having such a skimpy pocket then? Would a man buy pants w 2 inches of pocket space?? No, they wouldn’t dare do such a thing to the high man on the totem pole of societal structure. Nor r men’s shoes crafted w immobility in mind; just the opposite: comfort and style.

So Marsha w her closet full of jeans, full of pockets, capris, shorts, robes, coats w pockets, jackets w pockets, sensible shoes, mostly, including sneakers, or athletic shoes…I can even buy men’s boots, because I have a big set of feet, and do. I have recently bought Skecher’s boots, which r well made, 4 men, actually, size 8 wide. And they will serve well in the snowstorm about to fall this night, although I am hibernating rather than to face it head on. I insist on good quality, comfort, utility, and most of all, freedom of movement. Safety too, as the bottoms of said boots have good traction, and r actually less expensive than women’s shoes/boots. I have outwitted the system to make us poorer and less stable, on our feet, in the mush of slush, and ice forming on sidewalks and gutters, which will still be there post snowstorm. They call it black ice, because u may not see it, especially at night, and slipping on it, may mean an elderly person’s fracture, or horrible pain, or both. U become more vulnerable as u age, and less able to do what a young person does so easily. Run and skip and hop in the sunshine, in whatever fashion she wishes.

And I also find it remarkable that women’s pants w pockets came in at about the same time as I was born, in the mid 1960’s. As in common usage. In my teen years, I can still recall lying down on the bed in order to zip up the fly of some fashionable pocketed pants, because tight was desirable to attract the boys. I had all the curves then, and was commonly wanted. I had the pick of the litter. Nice life, at least in some ways. And even so that I want a good man, yet still, I look at the other side too: that of complete freedom. No one to subjugate me, insult me, or flounder by, unlooked and unwanted. I was the one they wanted, once upon a time. And I can look back and still yet be grateful. Me and my many pockets. Even tho yes, I still use a pocketbook too.

See, I was deceptive: no tale of pickpockets, not this time. I have had my purse stolen over the years, but never but never stolen from my pockets. No one gets near me unless I want them, not then, nor now. And my pockets r very close. What say u, men? What do u put in your (deep) pockets?? No snide responses please. We know male anatomy by now.

The Pain of Love

None of us want to read a tale of woe, unless it is a love story gone bad, with which we feel better about our own situation because of a wonderfully German word called schadenfreude. Schadenfreude is that feeling of joy that someone else’s romantic misfortunes make us feel better about our own fates, or as in “pleasure derived from another person’s misfortune.” So it is not merely in matters of the heart therefore, but also other areas of life, like finance, business, etc. But the notion of taking pleasure from other people’s pain is sort of devilish, evil, like goading someone, flirting, making one think that one stood a chance, w someone that sadly, only one of two fall in love. And so, all is lost.

Literature and movies r full of such scenes of ill tidings, break ups, menage a trois, which is incompatible w the human heart’s need to give and receive in equal measure, like a happily married couple, not instead what is known today as polyamory. I recently posted about a set of 3 houses in Brooklyn filled w young people who prior to the pandemic were happily ensconced in orgies! But when u r told that u need to socially distance, mask and disinfect yourself about 20x per day, this has a chilling effect around casual sex. The only person u might safely avail yourself of will be your spouse, your live-in partner, or at the very least, an honest person, who is concerned for your safety, not merely his own orgasm. So that precludes casual getting together in that way, not even kissing, or even hugs, touching of any sort is taking progressive risks…and so, the pandemic left us in this quandary of being unable to date, safely, because how can u know that u r safe, or that the other person is safeguarding your safety too? Even one encounter can be too much. How exposed r u?

And the disease, if u r unfortunate, and at risk, particularly, due to significant medical conditions, u run the risk of dying alone, or in your house, unable even to reach a phone, or in a hospital, all hooked up, waiting to die, alone….except for these very exhausted, overworked nurses, who feel terrible that this is your fate. And still, w now as of today, USA has over 400,000 dead, and leads the world in death count as well, an ignominious distinction….coming apart at the seams, w US citizens wanting blood from each other, in Insurrection, a populace gone amok! What happened to civility, and taking your licks, accepting that the majority wanted something other than what u did? We went thru this too, when Donald Trump was elected. Surely, u can swallow your discontent, and give the incoming Joe Biden Administration a chance. But even now, Fortress Washington DC, w the largest contingent of National Guardsmen and women, local police, supplemented by other state forces, Secret Service, u name it, they have it there, and also around every single statehouse, because we r expecting trouble from violent malcontents, some of whom r still at large, from the Insurrection, and their cohorts. Sounds like a master plan 4 Civil War, as Donald Trump spends his last full day in office, issuing some 100 more pardons to convicted felons, on the Federal level. We give thanks however that he kept quiet for these last days in, and did not launch any nuclear bombs, or start new wars. We prayed it might be so, for the sake of our beloved, tho bloody, nation.

I will cite movies that r beloved to me, which hold a special place in my heart, for I am a victim of love, overall. Some of my favorites r all love gone awry: Casablanca, Gone With the Wind, Titanic, Les Miserables, especially unrequited Eponine, for Marius Pontmercy…Love Story, The Fault in Our Stars, Moulin Rouge! It goes on and on…A Star is Born, La La Land, Romeo & Juliet, Call me By Your Name, A Walk to Remember, Boys Don’t Cry, My Best Friend’s Wedding, The Notebook. Cinema is full of a good cry, re love. Does your beloved perish from disease, or from the proverbial broken heart? Maybe the body follows the mind, w its unremitting torturous non-ending loss, that becomes more weighty w time, as the body gets sicker, and the mind too, for want of what can never be had. At some point, death becomes preferable to living w this.

And so it is for the USA also. As a microcosm of grief at not having achieved the most important thing in life, my nation is also convulsing now. The greater macrocosm of destruction and its seeds, in all of our collective, thorny hearts, adds up to a dead towering tree, now swept away, on a hurricane wind, toppled over, onto our houses, mountains, hearts…and we r the cause, by our collective hatred, of each other.

Only love can heal us. Both me, in my misery, and my country, w forbearance, justice, gratitude, and peace. May the cancer in America be killed! Before it’s too late. Give peace a chance- John Lennon. All We Need is Love.- The Beatles. Sometimes in order to heal yourself, u have to go to the lowest rung of hell first. And that is where u lived a long life, w at least some earlier experiences of real love, some consolation…and yet, it is indefinable and profoundly unfair that a good kind person should be so snubbed. Even while they languish in their own collective Hells, in another dungeon: the one called Unhappy Matrimony. But yet, they stay there, w their gruel and cold, bitter hearts, because they can’t see any way out that they can live with.

But yet, I always tell people, “Don’t Cry 4 Me, Argentina!” And what I mean is it could have yet been way worse. Maybe I would have been born w a disfigurement, of the face, or spina bifida (a spinal deformation, which cripples) or osteogenesis imperfecta, where bones break from everyday activities…or I could have been burned in a house fire, when I was but a small girl…a million things could have gone wrong. But they stayed far enough away, while I watched others close to me, succumb. I have seen and felt too much, perhaps. Despite all of this griping, I have had a wonderful life. I just feel so so much, all around me. Not just me, but those whom I am close to. I feel their pain, worse than my own. It is known as the gift of Intersession. To stand in for someone else’s grief, take it on, and expiate 4 it, like Jesus did, tho not in such grandiose fashion as to torture and Crucifixion. I feel like I am a sacrifice for others, besides myself. Maybe there will be a reward some day, when I go to the other side. I hope so. I am also unworthy of the gifts given me, which r many. I want to pass them on, that they belong to those whom I love. And in deference to an original series Star Trek episode, called The Empath, am I Gem? Forced to take on the men’s severe pains, in order to prove my worth to these God-like creatures, who maim and kill others?? (But not to liken our real God, Yahweh, to those aliens!) Our God is kind, and compassionate, even if we do not understand His whole purpose 4 us.

INSURRECTION AT THE CAPITOL!

Surprised, but yet paradoxically, not really, that this would be the denouement of an incredible Presidency of one Donald John Trump. I have waited a few days hence to see what further developments there have been to this act of violence against the Legislative Branch of Government in these United States of America. A mob of miscreants, criminal agitators, were whipped up all over the country, to converge on The Capitol, a building of resilience, against conducting The People’s Business of counting the last step of the Electoral College vote, which will be the last of lasts, to show DJT the door, to leave the White House. We have duly elected one Joseph R. Biden to the Presidency, via 306 Electoral College votes, vs DJT’s 232.

The date was January 6, 2021, and it was enshrined in our Constitution as to when these very votes would be ceremoniously counted, and the final count. No more lawsuits, presumptions, lies, public speeches as to rigging, election stolen, all avenues were exhausted, and no judge, Senator or Congressman/woman would be able to find any proof of wrongdoing in the prior counts, not in battleground states, nor in uncontested ones. There was ultimately literally no one on the side of the POTUS anymore, not really, but some people in the club still hung on to being supportive to the ego-driven nonsense of a man who is clearly a sore loser. They would not invoke the 25th Amendment clause which allows the Vice President and Cabinet Officials the ability to remove a sitting President, for high crimes and misdemeanors, in a peremptory, immediate fashion. They need to agree that some act or acts present a clear and present danger to the nation and its people. But that price of loyalty runs too high. Mike Pence was having none of it. Nope, no 25th immediate removal!

Still, there remains the possibility of yet an unprecedented 2nd Impeachment. Which would be quite the thing, never having happened in the USA before, to any official, much less the President. As we write this missive, Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi is having staff draft Articles of Impeachment against one Donald John Trump, yet again, this time for Incitement of Insurrection! U can’t make this stuff up!

On Wednesday, it was known ahead of time that the entire Congress would be doing its duty of certifying once and for all, the Electoral College count of votes, from the November 2020 election. Normally a quiet one half hour routine by the Senate and House. Not so, this year! We have a POTUS still w now 11 days to go in his term of office, till January 20th, when President-Elect Biden is sworn in, on the steps of the Capitol, w his chosen VP Kamala Harris. But prior to that event, the outgoing President would not accept his loss, in any way, even if it required chicanery, being a grifter, creating smoke and mirrors of elections being stolen, invalid ballots, rigged system, all without any substantial proof, which when offered up by lawyers who acted at the President’s behest, would be hard pressed to find such proof. And they knew that, but they took his money anyway, in the cause to decertify votes, nationwide, especially battleground states. Unsuccessful. They figured an ace in the hole w the Supreme Court too, as this POTUS has hand picked 3 of the current 9 justices sitting there. He figured if we can get it accepted at SCOTUS, we r in again! And when even that failed, he went into battle mode, being taped on an hour long phone call to an election official in Georgia, Raffensperger, trying to get some extra 11,780 votes 4 him, and making threats otherwise…and again, failure.

So desperate, whiny DJT then does what he is unrepentant about, he fires up his rabble rousers, the Proud Boys, exhorted to “stand back and stand by” to make trouble, on his order. And ultimately, that’s what he did, via his now permanently suspended Twitter account to the masses of supporters…he also clearly ordered the Capitol Police to allow these criminals access to the halls of government at the Capitol! Because they were also overwhelmed at the numbers of said protestors, and the crowd got in, damaged the Capitol, windows, brought incendiary devices, Molotov cocktails, guns, of course, used a fire extinguisher to ultimately kill a policeman from NJ, charged in protecting our government, only a 42 year old man with children. One of 5 killed from the melee. And still it goes on, daily reports, arrests of the insurrectionists, whose goal was not only to stop the Electoral College count, but also to harm and perhaps kill our brave Congressmen and Senators! Thank God they were not successful! And why? To protect this small man, w a tiny ego, paper thin, who can’t take it like a man would. DJT ordered the protestors to come, via internet account, and he incited them! Even tho his lies r commonplace daily, as it unfolded, eventually, he came to say that they do not represent us. But the damage had already been done. Let’s round them all up, and string them up too, figuratively, beginning w this very unstable man who sits in the Oval Office, for just another 11 days. It has been horrible and an ignominious end to an administration that will forever live in infamy!

Even the residents of West Palm Beach don’t want him living there, at Mar-a-Lago. He has an agreement to use that property as a temporary club only, not as a principal residence. Another lawsuit to come, w money from his cult base of supporters. Tragic. They still bankroll him, even in Pandemic hard times. Where many r going hungry daily, on bread lines, stretching for miles, all over America. U reap what u sow. Either u r on the side of good, or evil. It’s Black and White, no more grey in this country anymore, and we r polarized to the point of Insurrection! But law and order prevailed mostly, and our Government succeeded in its task. The count was conducted and certified, even tho a few hours later than expected. AND the control of the Senate went to the Democrats as well, w a run off election, which was held on January 5th! Another loss 4 DJT.

And silencing him via the Twitter account removal is quite the punishment also, even if he gets on another social media service. But not too long, as no one wants incitements of insurrection, not a company, not even reasonable supporters of this outgoing President.

And as of today, it has been reported that the Senate will not hear any Articles of Impeachment from the House managers until January 19, 2021, and a trial cannot proceed until 1pm on January 20th, an hour AFTER DJT LEAVES HIS OFFICE. This has been decreed today by Senator Mitch McConnell, and again, another 1st: a post-term impeachment of a former President! Senator McConnell is just protecting the POTUS’ flank, yet again, but he cites the calendar of Senate activities as cause for the delay. But an Impeachment is just another remedy available under the Constitution, that unfortunately drones on, in its mindlessness and cowardice of officials who won’t invoke the 25th Amendment. When a man in charge is unhinged mentally, there is no saying what he might do. He still has the Armed Forces at his control, and can launch nuclear bombs, potentially, just as a distraction from his utter and complete failure as a leader.

The Confederate Flag is an example of hatred against Black People these days.
POTUS, but not much longer!