"My ppaarrrtnerrr..." Bluck! Talk about lowest common denominator. The very term just reeks.

What's really pathetic about this society-wide pandering to the perv agenda is - while shack-ups (can ya spell "fornicators?") may prefer this fuzzy definition of their arrangement - married couples (i.e., a man married to a woman) are submitting to this gender invalidation, perhaps on account of misplaced - and totally unwarranted - guilt.  Uhm, why should Mr and Mrs Smith feel the need to muddy their legit union?  Because one or more of the MARRIED couple's friends have settled for just playing house?  Uhm, not the Smith's monkey, not their circus.  "Partner" erases all differences between marriage, and just playing house.  There is a difference, a big difference - and the players know this.  

Covid is nothing but a control mechanism, farted straight out from the stinking pit of hell.

Back in the 60s, the devil and his staff blew out acid rock, and generally skanky/confusing lyrics, and the old people reacted ... quite sensibly, looking back.  Yep, flag-waving grampa was right - that mus-eech i was listening to was, at best, unproductive.  Nuts to that, it was downright rebellious/wicked (black sabbath...bluuck)!  Anyway, that was yesterday's "generation gap."  A bit mild, compared to the social-engineering going on today.

Before covid - and before we devolved into a society without faces - young people were already becoming quite fed up with boomers, our we-still-rock bumper stickers and such.  Ugh, just want to retch whenever i see one.  Why?  Because it feeds young people's resentment - that's why!   

Our college debt was a few $20s and change, compared to theirs.  And many of us, who didn't even go to college, found good jobs anyway, and were able to be debt free and to save up for dottage days that might lay ahead.  For young people, they'll be likely in their late 30s, before their college debt - and lots of interest - is paid off.  When we were pushing 40, our mortgages were in their last years.  In short, the deck is stacked against young people. 

And young people have an attitude?  Well duh!

Anyway, covid will only further the resentment.  Granted, while the entertainment/hospitality industry is, generally, about as needful to any society as big gubment, restaurants, concert halls and movie houses yield jobs which put food on the family's table and shoes on the kids' feet.  

Really? $130, for that? For starters, it's tissuey thin recycled coke-bottle fabric, and the interfacing is very minimal. That means,

after a few washings - like three or four - the garment will stretch here, and sag there, and end up, in short order, to the back of an already crammed fast-fashion closet - if not dispatched to the landfill, along with the other piles, and piles of recycled plastics, called clothing.  And, adding insult to injury, this rubbish (before the tags, and the intentionally irritating label, is removed - the later being an exercise in surgery) is sewn by people, who work long hours with no breaks, and barely enough time to wolf down a small bowl of rice.  Btw, tell me only one factory over there, put bars on the windows, to keep the slaves from chucking themselves out!  

Anyway, atleast men's clothing is made with some sensibility in mind...oh, wait a sec.  Some 15 years ago, jeans were jeans - not the thickly priced thin stuff of later years.  Strange, back then, my husband worked in the warehouse, and his jeans lasted longer, than in later years -  when he was no longer physically able to lift heavy stuff all day long.  

Yep, i'm one of those oollld people, who believes clothing should be cut generously/sensibly and last a few years, (yeah, this old biche expecting the moon, again) and even make it to the second-hand store, still in reasonably wearable shape.  Oh wait a sec, poor people aren't supposed to feel halfways decent in used clothing - such is a grevious offense to the god of social darwinism. 

As for the, so everywhere, garish colors and uneven hemlines, that's all fine and dandy ... for the april fool's day parade.

Oh here we go again, the same old wife-bashing, in bubble-land.

It's mom's choice of clothing - but the blog-owner doesn't want to read that bit of reality.  Which is: from about 18 to 80, women have two choices of clothing.  There's ugly, and there's uglier: pick one, biche!  In bubble-land, don' cha know, the stay-at-home wives sew all their clothing - and the kids' clothing as well.  In the real world, however, not only does wifey have to work full-time, then hurry to a cluttered home (cluttered, because she can't be there to keep things in order) and quick, fry up some grub, open several cans/boxes, load the washer, hurry to an occupied chair, dump the dryer load, and start...eh, sorta folding.

Why not fold the recycled soda-can fabrics in the laundry room?  Because wifey is too dog tired to mention of needing the small table in there - which is occupied with someone's (oh, taka good guess) stupid ars'd hobby.  Uhm, hobbies are for 3,000k square-foot circles, not for little-pink-house struggling couples, barely able to make the in-frakking-sane mortgage payments/school-taxes.  So, she doesn't want to start, what will end up as drama.

And preeecher-creeecher expects a double tithe?  Any wonder his sermons don't include a certain duty of husbands.  Hint:  that awful seven-letter word, starting with p.  

In bubble-land, if there's marital trouble, it's because the wives are fat, grouchy, selfish, frigid and lazy.  Never mind, the reality is: mom's needs usually, if not always, come last.  "Old clothes will have to do, 'cause the kids all need new shoes."   That's a line from a mid60s song called, "Queen of the house."  

It's almost funny, some of the (cough, gag, puke...) men over there, who are the most critical, aren't even married, but are chest-pounding single.  So red-pill proud.  Meanwhile, the reality is, the 30-something cat ladies don't even want so much as a half-hour coffee date with such pee-wees, let alone a sweaty romp.  Red-pills know they're generally losers in the mating game - and about so does everyone else.

Thankful. To live in a strongly republican community. Trump and Pence signs still up. Another gun went off - yes, guns. People have 'em here.

There one went again.  Have noticed, however, haven't seen that wild turkey running around for awhile - guess they know, around September or October, what comes up in November.  

Having roast chicken this year.  With all the meat - which i'm thankful for, that my late husband had bought, just a few weeks before he died - anyway, there's still alot there.  Probably another 2 year's worth - don't eat much meat.  So, a 15-pound turkey, added?  Nah!  Think with covid, the 10-pounders - which is still too much - had been snatched up.

Family have their own family, and friends, the same.  No biggee, it's all good.  

Because Christmas falls on a Saturday this year, making Christmas dinner will work.  No way, if Christmas was on a Sunday - Thursday, because after all that, then getting up the next day for work.  Have dinners here because, going elsewhere means driving after dark - no thanks!

Read somewhere, that back during the depression (1930s), people gave a higher percentage to the collection plate than nowadays.

First off, back then, most people (interested in Christ's offer of salvation from sin, or not really) went to church.  Back then, we were less mobile - we knew our neighbors, their families.  Back then, if you got sick/lost your job/had storm damage, had another child - and could barely feed and clothe the ones you already had...gubment programs were few and far between.  

Giving a portion of your hard-earned money to the local church, gave you say as to where it went, and what it went for.  Some of it supported the preacher and his family, so the preacher could focus his WORK hours on studying Scripture, and giving good long sermons - they didn't have sermonaudio.com back then.  You heard the Sunday one/s, and if you got the newspaper, you may have read one or two published, from the church across town, and the other church just over the county line.  Back then, sermons were preached to and for everybody in the church - from the brightest, to the not so bright.

Godda get ready.

At the little church, where i attend. Each sunday, when Bob brings the plate up to the pulpit,

where Pastor thanks the Lord Jesus for the "gifts, tithes and offerings," in the 10-ish years i've attended that little church, Pastor has never, ever inserted a plug in any of his sermons, for mo moneh.  You see, Pastor is way more concerned about people coming to a saving knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ - and so, not ending up forever in hell - than he is about getting more stupid money.  Pastor has mentioned a few times, in thanks-giving, that the church is solvent, and has some left over to help fund a missionary - who's somewhere in Africa, and a local ministry that helps struggling moms.  There's also another local ministry that helps financially distressed people in general.

Speaking of helping poor people, just read an article yesterday.  This lady had volunteered in soup kitchens and such, for quite sometime.  Over the years, she has heard the mantra that atheists and pagans put in the legwork also - ya know, that you don't need the Lord God to do good.

Well, she said, the kitchens and such are very grateful for volunteers - period!  And it's always the same type of people who show up to load or unload the boxes, stock the shelves, make the meals, clean up after, deliver stuff to needy families or individuals...  Always, always the same type of people.  Ya know, people who attend church, where Jesus Christ is honored as Lord and savior.   Funny how that works, eh?

i don't know the guy, or the situation that lead him to have it out with his pastor. But i did listen to one of the pastor's sermons -

well, about the first 10 minutes, couldn't stomach any more.  The preeech speeech...ya know, like this:

thus a sayeth the Lord a you a are a sinner a and a need a to a get your sins a which are a many a forgiven a...  Fast talk and no pause between sentences, it's jarring.

It's not the message, that's a turn-off - the message is true, and if not-so little susie has a problem with it, tough beans.  

Anyway, per the story as related by another preacher - a personal friend of pastor preeech-speeech - preeech called the guy a thief, because he wasn't tithing (off the top?) all the time.  

Evidently, the guy was convicted (bothered) by the short bills he was putting in the plate.  (Yeah dude, know that feeling!)  Don't know the man's situation, and his situation is none of my beeswax - and none of speeech's either.  Oh, could it be, the man was rather behind the financial 8-ball, before covid brought its dose of financial persecution?  Is the guy about one or two unexpected expenses away from possibly losing his house?

Or maybe, he's just a bit miffed.  Before covid, preeech somehow had the money for airline tickets and lodging at nice hotels.  (Mrs Preeech's mid-managerial wages at work???  And does she even get to go along?)  Anyway, was the guy's last va-ca sometime during the second half of the Clinton administration - he and the mrs went to the beach for a few days?

Jus' askin'

Oh here we go again, with the beaded lunch-bucket mantra.

Per a comment on another blog, a young-ish widow was advised to continue keeping at home.  Btw, good thing her late husband thought enough of her, and their children, to have provided some life insurance - call it, shoe-leather on the lovey-dovey hallmark-phrases.  Anyway, life insurance only goes so far, and so the widowed housewife has to find a way to earn income.  

And guess what - like this 'el be a major shock - her church hopes they don't have to help her much...happens when the tithes are needed for that fancy building (wonder if they have an atm, one that takes credit cards ;/ ).  So, they're basically saying, gedda j.o.b. honey.

At the blog, she was advised to start a business from her home.  

But in the real world, a home-based business, that actually turns atleast some profit, is way easier said than done.  First off - and besides for upfront tax purposes - you need an entire room just for that business.  Finding, and maintaining, a customer-base is an ongoing hurtle - are people willing to pay ... oh my stars, she wants ten whole dollars???

Yeah!

Lady i worked with, who tried that route, had told me, that if your materials cost a dollar, then - in order to keep the business worth the time and hassle - you need to charge atleast four dollars.  

Well guess what!  You can find beaded lunch pails, over at wallyworld for just over half the price - or wait until late fall when they go on sale.

Another reality concerning crafted items is, alot of people are more or less transients - don't really know, from one month to the next, if they'll be living at the same address/sleeping with the same person.  So no point in acquiring craft items - they take up room, and aren't move-friendly.

Busstop ahead.

Back in 5th or 6th grade, there was a brain activity chart in one of our text books. After a bit over a half century, still remember it.

The chart's x line showed years of age, and the y-portion showed the slant upward of the line.  For the first few years of a person's life, the line didn't go upward very much - which is why four year-olds don't run heavy equipment.  At around six-ish, the line took off like a rocket, and continued up and up.  At around the late teens or early 20s, the line plateaued, and remained on that plain throughout adulthood.  At around 50 or 60-ish, the line began to drop just a little, but basically remained at the same level.  

One particular i still remember - as if was yesterday - was the line noticeably, but nowhere near radically, dropping at around age 82 and 84, and then dropping off a bit more - noticeably, but not radically - during the mid 80s.

Though occurred to me, about a half hour ago.  When you're old, like pushing 80, you're mind is so busy planning each step - a simple fall can equal an ambulance ride.  Yeah, just a misstep.  Any wonder, old people sometimes forget to record a check, leave their keys ... eh, somewhere, misspell words, leave their scarf ... eh, somewhere.

People don't realize how stress weighs on the mind.  Talk to a young, strong war veteran, who is dealing with shell-shock.  While old people have years to prepare, veterans find themselves plunged suddenly into ugliness - and is it any wonder that, while during wartime veterans operated sophisticated equipment - come back, and spend many a sleepless night.  Workday mornings come early.

Anyway, this post is about old people.

Back when i was still young, i heard about dementia and alzheimers - and seriously, right off the bat, suspected a fear-mongering PSY-OPS!!!  Ya know, hey old fart, get th' eff off th' effin' planet already!

Guilted for living in a western nation - where public restrooms are clean.

That's us!  Us westerners.  Our fathers didn't put up with snakey-eyed despots - who steal the people's taxes to buy themselves gold potties.  Nope!  Here in the west, the tax money goes for things like railroads, snow removal, mail delivery, hospitals, services to help veterans deal with shell-shock, and find work, bridge maintenance (so ya don't fall in the river) ...   When our towns and farms get blown away or flooded out, tax money is sent to help folks rebuild.  In despot-land, the big-cheese couldn't care less, that his people are dying of thirst; why he needs yet another gold potty - half a dozen throughout his chambers aren't enough.

So away with the guilt-gaming, played too often by the air-miles-clocking crew.  Have to wonder what the third-worlders - whom they visit and bring stuff - are really thinking.  Oh sure, bet they're very grateful for the provisions, but surely the third-worlders are well aware, there could be an agenda going on.  Third-worlders may be dirt poor and down-in-dirt oppressed, but they're not stupid.  

Yeah i know, tithing (off the top) is Biblical, and there's so many people who need help.  How yet another conference (in pre-covid days, that is) at yet another touristy place, helps???  Well yeah, sure helps the gad-abouts to find more innovative ways in making merchandise. 

If you need to take a pill for ... that, maybe what's missing is a good old-fashioned dose of reality.

Not to be - well, totally - rude...but it's a real trial not to be...the very subject is delusional.  Uhm, we age.  For women, it happens earlier.  For men, the window remains open for another decade, maybe two.  But sooner or later ... then things like high blood pressure take hold.  The recipe of medically necessary pills are enough of a side-effects show waiting to happen - but it's either the heart-meds, or a quick trip to the er.

Guess some folks just can't let go of their glory days - assuming the trip to woodstock did actually happen...some years back there was joke, the punchline being, the northeast us would buckle under the weight.

This obsession only lengthens peer-pressure's lifespan (which shoulda died long ago); never mind giving young people yet another reason to despise us - can ya really blame em!  Young may be dumb, but apparently, old doesn't always match up with wise.  

The twelve year old sitting alone at the mall, hiding behind a faux palm tree, or whatever.

She doesn't want a certain trio of mean girls to spot her.  Looks like they're headed toward faux-fancy for another group/selfie pic-shoot.  And yeah, they'll actually purchase some of the stuff - and probably included, will be that $40 shortie excuse-for-a sweater.   As an aside (but not really) have to wonder where the three spoilers get the money, and how that weekly white-collar-funded dole will play out over the next 50 years.

But this post isn't so much about them.  Those girls don't crave for just any young man to tell them they're pretty.  Those girls know they're hot - the stats continue to prove that.  But still, have to stay in the game.

Not so, with the girl, sitting behind the tree.  The shirt she is wearing came from a big-box store, on sale, back in March.  Her jacket has a tear, and one of the five snaps - toward the middle, of course - doesn't exactly stay in place.  Her jeans?  Guess it's a good thing people don't really keep count on how many different pairs of pants a girl wears to school - tops and shoes are another matter; that's evident by looking through any fashion catalog.

Anyway, a rather smartly dressed youngish man has recently taken a seat close to her, and - having observed her body language - has just begun to strike up a conversation with her.  In a few seconds, he'll drop a flattering phrase, maybe two.

Have to wonder, what's been going on at the girl's home - and in what red-pill bubble-world has her father immersed himself in, for way too long!

Shift fixing to start.

Red-pills are so full of themselves...running that same old th-ol-lady-wont-gimme-a...

form of intimacy that's way far from any possibility of reproduction ... well, of course it is.  Babies = provisioning.  Anyway, they revile and blame their ex/wives - and women in general - for...oh, where to start!

Could it be, the now ex wife (who is not perfect) simply became tired?  Tired of being fussed at, for basic stuff.  The last bit of drama, was when she finally had enough and...

Get this!

She called a plumber, and not only that, she called a reputable one.  The bill to clear the slow drain (since, like 2017) and replace a pipe had cost over $200 dollars.  Oh, never mind, she was able to get the dishes done in half the time, and no unsanitary blub-blub-blub.

Guess peewee was still jacked over her nagging about that leaning branch, back in 2013.  Uh, the thing had been one or two windstorms away from crashing onto either the side-roof, or one of the vehicles - if not both.  Uh, not rocket science - tree limbs too close to buildings and cars need to be removed by people who know what they're doing.  Yeah, the job was expensive, but i guess family safety isn't worth sacrificing fun-money.

In the REAL world, this shiola goes on, far more than any of us care to think about.

More later, truck will soon be done.  Yeah, i'm one of those freaking annoying responsible people, who don't make a scene because of a few hundred dollars - that, ugh...can make do with the winter coat i've had since Barak Obama's first term.

During after-service fellowship, politics barely was a side-issue. Something far more important, was the central topic.

One of the brethren had seen a documentary, a few days ago.  It was called, i think, Blind Eyes Open, and it dealt with the slave-trade that's going on, right here in the USA and in other countries.  In the documentary, the question was raised, as to why the young girls, and boys, if able to escape, don't run to the nearest church, or police station.  Yikes, the slavers are everywhere. 

Why?  Because of the top selling form of video entertainment.  That's why!  There are so many people - even seemingly-upstanding church people, who close their study door...and prEy.

The discussion continued.  Another reason, people affected by this really vile predation, generally avoid the church, is because the nicely dressed church-people tend to look down on the family whose clothing are basically tired sweats, their car a dented soda can.  At the very least, those fine upstanding  church people don't understand how evil works - and frankly, don't give a flying hoot.

Oh, just another reason to be upset at the SO FEW sermons which Biblically explain - in simple terms - how and why children end up set up, sold for cheap, and are a done-for train-wreck before their 18th birthday.  That is, if they make it to 18.

In the film, one of the predators, who got caught and put in jail had said, they target the kid who's sitting alone in the mall - the kid whose body language shows social awkwardness, and so evidently doesn't have many, if any friends, the kid who, very probably, comes from a troubled home.

Oh man!  And the overwhelming number of sermons, continue to be the sort that if ya could only bottle for the summer...

Yikes, i really need to bother myself with current events. When my husband was alive,

he was my news source.  Yeah, i trusted his judgment.  Well, it's been two years, it's not like he's going to call me up from the graveyard  and fill me in on why Donald Trump is so upset with the election results.  Btw, my husband was republican - bigtime.

Well, i thought Donald Trump was just mad, because, well he's a mover-n-shaker and rather accustomed to getting his way in things - uhm, because he works at it, until he gets it.  

Not that simple...so much for what i thought!  

Did not watch the election results - figured it would be a few days because of the mail-ins.  Heard that on election night (am guessing around 10 or 10:30), Donald Trump was ahead in about every state, by about 5%.  

As an aside, where i live (outside of a small town) the local paper gave election results.  Now, they were dated, November 4th, 10:40 in the morning, and were not official (because, i guess, the counting wasn't yet complete).  Anyway, around here, Donald Trump  had received over twice the number of votes, in all five communities (including two other small towns) than did Joe Biden receive.  But hey, this area isn't the whole US.  Just saying i live in a very republican area - yay!  ;)  ;)  ;)

So, the question had arisen, from a mind way sharper than mine (yeah, big shock ;/) but that's not the half of it, that sharp mind, said he voted straight conservative, but didn't cast any ballot for president - said he doesn't care for either candidate.  Anyway, his question concerned how the stats could just (majically) flip, as the mail-ins came to be counted - and how piles and piles of them were for Joe Biden.

Wished i'd of voted at the polls, but having wanted to vote, had settled for mail in - 2016 voting night was so dark and rainy.   And no, don't think it was just chucked in the Biden stack... well, hope that didn't happen.

Thing is, in a bit of a jam - don't trust any of the major news-sources, they've a left and newageyish bent (o-verr ).

Joe Biden will be our next President, i am not surprised. Just don't have a warm fuzzy feeling, not about any election fraud - like that never happened before.

It's just, i smell an agenda - he's gonna get ridden like a rented horse...by people who really don't give a flip about his well-being.  If Joe Biden isn't yet redeemed in Christ, pray he does so - and not dilly-dally.  Nuf said.

i guess, "Anonymous's" post could be labeled as a troll, but i think the individual has valid thoughts - angry? yes. But, frankly,

can't blame him or her for being mad as heck.  First off, the lack-of sustainable jobs had been a problem, long before covid showed up.  People - boomers, who are still in power - have decided that fast money is more important than hiring people.  For example, in needing a certain service, like procuring alot of other services, it's all done over the internet.  Gone, are the days, when you dialed a phone number, and actually talked to a receptionist, who could either answer your question, or forward you to someone who could.  There's not even a phone number to call.

Oh courssse, there's no actual live human to talk to; that would mean the really rich owner would have to cut a paycheck.  That would mean one less person drawing unemployment.  Heard it said, and read in print, a few times over the years that paying people is a business's most costly expense.

Anonymous mentioned those "We're Spending Our Children's Inheritance" bumper stickers.  Haven't seen any of them pasted to pricey travel-toys lately, but some thirty years ago, saw more than a few, during two cross-country road trips.  At the time, thought, you go, you earned it, you spend it, let the kids gedda frickin j.o.b.

Then, over the following years, something happened.  i grew up.  That process included a Scripture i read in the Old Testament (and there's other Scriptures that say the Lord doesn't change).   The OT Scripture exhorts us to leave an inheritance to our grandchildren.  Oh drats, that means - for us lower middle-class folks - not much jingle for travel-toys ;/

But, especially nowadays, inheritance - even a modest one - is more than just financial assets.  While many boomers grew up in stable homes, where mom and dad remained married until death do part, that's no longer so.  When your folks split up, that splits up the kid - whether he or she is four, or 44.  Divorce is CRUEL, anyway ya slice it.  Divorce messes kids up, and they're angry.  The divorce doesn't even have to cut up their home.  Could be a cousin's or a classmate's, that brings home, the image of a big mean knife, dangling over the sofa by a mere thread.

An inheritance evidences a home that was stable, and for sure, of parents who cared enough about their children to consider their kids' mid-life future - even a modest inheritance, can pay off junior's house, when he's 50-something and his job is replaced by robots.

And, oh please, no lectures about going back to school.  In the real world, once you hit 50-something, getting the job probably won't happen.   Employers - who haven't set up the robots...yet - want younger people.  And there's reasons for this.  

Some are valid, but aside all that, welcome to corporate darwinism, kids!  But, hey, whaddaya expect...after all, the typed-written memos went out years ago.  Ya know, the ones, covertly (or not so) warning staff members to not discuss the letting-go of a certain Individual, because He was not a "good fit"...   Like what?  Is He a pair of pants?  

Anyway, ya kick Jesus Christ out of your boardroom, you're gonna have corporate darwinism - and crappy wages, and stupid smug "mc-duhnolds is hiring" mantras.  Yeah, lots of mantras, too (ugh!)

Well, that's a lovely thought...from a handful of comments, from a post concerning retirement communities.

And no, nobody in their right mind looks forward to getting shoved into a nur$ing home (where the staff don't even earn livable wages).  That said, what was most disturbing - in response to a post that was published but a few hours ago - was two of the six or seven commentors, had used the phrase "check/ing out," if or when their health would deteriorate to the point where routine things would be very difficult, or not possible. 

Yeah, welcome to the new age, kiddies!

Some states already, per certain medical conditions, allow you to drink the koolaid - and drift off into eternity - where one of two places will be your eternal home.  Needful to say, the crock smiley-set don't give a rip if you take the M.A.I.D., and fall...fall forever and ever, like a piece of burning slag.  The all-smiles set (hiding their sabre-teeth) don't believe the Word of God (who sent His Son, Jesus Christ...yeah, folks don't wanna heed Reality.)

Anyway, with millions of disembodied infants long thrown into the clinic trash can (and more added to the heap, each hour) ya think, five or ten years from now, the lives of old people with (even non-critical) health issues are going to matter???

What dream world...?  :(

Well, one thing for sure, haven't been the most responsible of voters - still would have voted

for Donald Trump.  It's only been recently that i bothered to listen to even portions of the debates - and only because these portions were wrapped within an infinitely more important topic. Yep, get my news from Bible preachers - so scoff away, i don't give a rip ;)

Anyway, heard Joseph Biden speak.  There's a gentleness about him.  Okay, the man isn't perfect, neither is Donald Trump.  What was very noticeable was, the tremendous pressure fixing to crush Biden.  Uhm, think the wicked in high places aren't going to wrest his words?  Hah!  

Btw, the preacher had said, more than once - during recent sermons - he's not voting for either Trump or Biden.  Who he's voting for?  Didn't say...whether or not he's even voting.  Evidently, none of our beeswax ;)

If Joe Biden becomes our next president, those wickeds are going to eat him alive.  Abuse is wrong, period.  Joseph Biden's life matters.

Memories of Election Day past. Husband and i would go vote,

(yeah, not ashamed to say) Republican, then around 8-ish, head over to the Vets, drink beer and watch the election results.  But that was a few years ago, before his heart condition had basically prevented him from really going anywhere for any appreciable amount of time.  

Further on back, i remember my staunch Republican grand parents, and just regular Republican parents, gathered around the tube, watching the results while drinking either manhattans (whatever's in those) or beer, and munching on finger-foods.  No! My folks weren't drunks.

Today, we probably won't know until...maybe next week?  But i guess, some of the crew will be (socially distanced - whadda crock!) around the bar, watching whatever electoral projections the news-media cares to offer.

Me?  i'll be at home.   Glad to not having missed the bar-scene, the jukebox, for some years now - the Lord doesn't like that sort of thing; may seem fun...for a season, but leads nowhere.  

Wow! Don't put that in your truck battery. The raging bile against our current President, and against the people who want him to serve another term,

truly astounding.  And sort of humorous, but not really.  If Donald Trump wins (and i can't help, but to hope, by a landslide) oh, there's likely going to be serious temper-tantrums going on in our streets - if already struggling business-owners don't have enough on their plates as it is...

But if Joe Biden wins, there will be (perhaps stark) change.  Part of me is glad my combat-vet husband isn't around to witness, what very (un)well could be, the fall of this once great nation.  Per a previous post, cannot help but to sense socialistic revolution in the air.  

When the snarling masses are fixing to bust down the nation...not a good time to be old.  Glad i believe the Bible, thankful that the Lord is sovereign...that He blessed me with over 60 years.  And glad He gifted me, throughout 2019, (before this stupid covid) with the mindset to not dilly-dally, but get the papers in order.

Yay! Found the Scripture - without google. Was listening to a sermon last night

and the preacher mentioned...well, what i thought was Corinthians 5.  I Corinthians or 2 Corinthians?  Didn't catch that part.  Here turns out, i was wrong - again ;)   Though, the Corinthians part, i did hear right.

The man's sermon was about false prophets.  The one in particular, drives around in a fancy car, wears pricey suits...while his followers live out each day in varying states of "food insecurity" - fancy word for hunger, want, starvation.   (Yeah, breaking news.)

"For such are false apostles,  deceitful workers, transforming themselves into the apostles of Christ.

And no marvel ; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.

Therefore it is no great thing if his ministers also be transformed as the ministers of righteousness ; whose end shall be according to their works."

2 Corinthians 11:13-15

Tomorrow's the big day - though, could be awhile before we know who will be the next

president.  Voted for Donald Trump (and think Joe Biden is being used).  If for no other reason than all the new-agey carping going on in boomer-ville,  i hope Trump wins the election, and frankly, hope our current president wins by a landslide.  

Some of the posts i've read over the past few months - from supposedly peacy-peacy gaia-groupies - have been riddled with fang-marks...no surprise, really ;/

But who knows, Joe Biden may be our next president, and if so, oh well, life will go on.  And i believe, if he takes office, things will be...eh, okay - that is, as long as he is in office.  In short, i cannot help but to believe, he's being used.

Btw, concerning Trump supporters blocking traffic and making alot of noise, one question: 

Any of the Trump supporters bust any store-windows, steal any merchandise?  Any of Trump's supporters torch any buildings, gang up on one guy and beat the living tar out of him - if not stab him to death, and laugh about it?  

Any of that happen? 

Created a union query in Access - that's joining two unlinked tables,

that takes a few brief lines of SQL code.  Looked up my notes, no problem.  Same goes with multi-condition queries, and creating forms with sub forms, command buttons, and the data meshing properly.  Too bad the uber ap isn't as easy.  

So, this rant is not just some old lady who doesn't know her way around a computer.  This old lady would much rather have called on the telephone, spoke to a real, live human being and scheduled a ride with a taxi driver - but living in the country, good luck with that.  

All this ap automated crap is...bolshevik!

Now that was really creepy! A very famous man had passed away, back in 70.

According to wikipedia, he was an atheist, but if i'm not mistaken, another article said the famous man was annoyed at that particular label - he was not an atheist, he was agnostic.  Needful to say, and it's rather stating the obvious, he had no time for Jesus Christ - and the famous man thought christians were a brainless bunch.  Yeah, whatever!

The famous man had lived to 98.  Wow!  Reason i care not to post the man's name is, because having seen, on the internet - a few years back - the last, or next to last, photograph taken of him.  In his eyes, was a look of despair fixing to settle in.  But, hey, even godly people (like King David) are known to get a bit skeered of death (around Psalms 50).  So, the sad-ish look in the famous man's eyes, isn't what creeped me out.

i choose not to list the man's name, because of what my mind's ear heard, while looking at that picture.  Hate to post this, but heard what i heard, and it sounded like the high-pitched chirping/clicking stirr of insects of the eternal night.  

Can only hope, the sound was just a few other-worldly bullies messing with me - happens... they do that to people, (both saved and lost) from time to time.  Can only hope, what i heard wasn't actually an echo of the evil spirits' anticipation of feasting on the man.  From what i understand, he went into eternity rejecting Christ - but i don't know, i'm neither that famous 20th century man - wasn't at his deathbed, didn't read his last letters - nor am i his Judge.

All's i know is, there's far more people who fall into a Christless eternity, than are redeemed people - for whom the Holy angels come and fetch them to the Lord's heavenly kingdom.

Found the Scripture about what King David had gone through - yay!

"My heart is sore pained within me : and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.  Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, and horror hath overwhelmed me."

Psalm 55:4-5

Ronnie passed away, in the early evening, October 30th - as if this news isn't all over boomer-ville.

Atleast it's about confirmed she didn't take the death-cocktail - the mix so gladly pushed by the smiley crew (buncha crocks).  In her posts, she so wanted to live long enough to see Joe Biden as president-elect.

One thing for sure, Ronnie is, eternally, in one of two places - and whichever of the two places, she is very aware of being, the election results are about the last thing on her mind.

Her Time Goes By blog is still up, being managed by a friend of her's - and, for her many fan's sakes, am glad.  

But, eh, no, have no desire to join in on the (new-ageyish) gush-fest.

"Enter ye in at the strait gate : for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat :

Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it."

Matthew 7:13-14

Preachers, even KJB-only ones, aren't perfect. And any for-real preacher tells his listeners flat out: study the Scriptures on your own. Okay, that said,

one of the preachers had said that Joe Biden was losing his mind.  Oh, i hope not, because that's a horrible way to spend one's final years.   Anyway, took that comment with a grain of salt - for one thing, no documentation.  However, there stands a very real probability of powerful people who fervently wish the man gets elected, but then, shortly after, (conveniently) falls into illness while in office.

Yep, voting for Donald Trump.  He's not perfect, but him being our president for (Lord willing) four more years will buy us some time, to appreciate and enjoy life as free citizens.  

But the signs are place, the babylonians are coming.  Revolution is in the air...not a good time to be old.

There's a part of me who is relieved that my husband did not live to see 2020...the masks (can ya spell "Psy-Ops?") which hide people's facial expressions from one another.  The "social distancing" posters and the (cattle) line arrows, the economic persecutions...i believe, would have broken the spirit of that flag-waving ol' jar head.

Time to get ready.

Why do marriages fail? Sorry...NOT!!! But i've seen the same scenario - different couples, same drama - play out, more than a few too many times.

Maybe, just maybe, if the wife didn't want to bring more than one kid into the picture, maybe the marriage would have survived.  One child is alot less expensive to provide - $100 a week for daycare, as opposed to $200.  On top of that, one child's laundry is less work (before or after work) than two, or more children.  Then there's clutter, and cleaning after it, in general - smaller family, less housework; the added benefit being, the house actually looks clean - after busting yer tail, after working all day.

But it's completely normal for wives to want atleast two children - maybe a third child.  Gramma said, back in her day, most wives wanted a boy and a girl.  Even back then - when women didn't work for a paycheck - too many kids often made mom's life very burdensome and sorrowful.  Yep, The Waltons was a television program, not reality.  Reality is, back then there were dads who preferred the barroom's company rather than his sons' companionship...teaching the boys how to fix a fence, build a shed, run a trout line...and when a bit older, talking with his sons, warning each of them to steer clear of manipulative drama queens.  

By the way, in the town where us kids grew up, there was a wife and mother of four children - and she was pregnant with number #5.  She was having an affair, but broke it off, because she preferred the father of #5 - which - yep, you guessed it - was not her husband.

Needless to say, the ... uh-hem... "lady's" husband wanted a divorce.  Thing is, being that he was just a regular working guy, getting a divorce in the early 1960s was a long, complicated, and VERY expensive process, which involved a courtroom, a (ol' patriarch) judge and witnesses.  So, i don't know if the man got free from that (for-real) ball and chain.

But anyway, back to regular families - where a man's wife is not a jezebel.  How wives managed, back then, to keep the house tidy...can't wrap my head around that one.  Houses back then were tiny, they had about half the square-footage, and twice the family-size.  Yikes, where did people put their stuff - their clothing...men, women and children, back then, actually wore under-clothing, and lots of it.   Everything needed ironed back then.  Where the heck was room for an ironing board!

More later.

Back in the day - like half the bar was at that funeral.

Evidently, the departed bar-tender's family member/s who made the funeral arrangements was/were from a fundamentalist Christian background.  i don't know how i had known this, but specifically remember sitting beside my husband, and wanting to leave before the preacher showed up, and gave a sermon.  How did i know this?  Have no idea...well actually, do know how and why things turned out the way they did - and what prompted my husband to not want to leave just yet.  

Well, motioning a let's-get-out-of-here request, once again...too late!  Preacher man showed up - and ugh! he had a big Bible in his satchel...wouldn't be surprised if it was a (gasp) King James, 1611.  Can tell ya straight, had my husband (that chauvinist;) not been there, i'd of quietly, politely been so out of there, even before the preacher had driven into the parking lot.

At that time (was about 11 years ago) so did not want to hear any preacher - especially one who actually believed the Word. Wanted absolutely no parts with people who believed in the God who sent people to an eternal hell, for rejecting His Son - ya know the ol' whadda meanie.

Well, here turns out.  The only thing that preacher said about either heaven or hell was that the departed man was in eternity, and knew where he was, forever.  No long sermon, and not even one "flee from the wrath to come" Scriptures. 

Still, was convicting enough, and really more than i had cared to hear at the time.