Meanwhile, back at the little town of Gilead, along Stepford street.

Nah, don't think some of the neighbors like me much.  Oh well, life goes on ;)  Anyway, and no, don't want to sow discord, but doggoneit, what am i supposed to do? just sit placidly with my thump up my...nose while young ladies are possibly (and i fear, probably) are being fed slow-acting koolaid?  Which, by the way, may not likely take any effect for another twenty to thirty years.  And then, whamo!

Ya know, just when it's (borderline) too late to cultivate a sustainable vocation, and almost definitely too late ... the wall principle.

Mrs.Whatzerface, that old biddy, smugly shaking her chidey little beak at the young wife next door.  Uh, for no better reason, than, well the girl likes to read, after she gets her work done.  Well, evidently, that's not good enough for Whatzerface...and frankly, wouldn't be a bit surprised if Whatzer was a red-pill popping wolf - posing as an older woman teaching a younger.  By the way, young does not always equal naive (dumb) - and ya wonder why there's young women who simply don't want to hear it from has-beens (who, perhaps, never were - and are a tad discontented about that).  

Wasn't the first time i saw wolf tracks or smelled wolf-poop around these parts - guess it won't be the last time, either.