i guess Proud Boys ride motorcycles, lots of people do. Anyway, barely gave the group a thought, until

some witchiepoo has-been had made some snarkey little jibe (yep, here we go with the three year-old girl-child in soiled pull-ups...).  Anyway, somehow sparked a dream i had last night - one of those my-husband-is-still-alive ones.  In the dream, a large group of bikers had rented an outside area for a party and or function - i remember the landlady/manager of the place, she was like a biker, and not shy about this or that on the contract.  In the dream, there was something about these men - like they had purpose, it was like on their faces.  

My husband and i were there - don't know why, my husband did not own a motorcycle.  He was more a pickup-truck sort of person.  But anyway, he was among the men, guess they were talking guy/political stuff.  Meanwhile, i felt rather out of place and wanted to be elsewhere.  It's a gender thing, men and women are different.  Men generally are interested in things that women generally are not - and vice-versa.  

Irish blessing, my foot...that was a curse, on people who like our former President Donald Trump. Oh well, witchiepoos curse,

that's what they do.  Yeah, what's up with old women embracing paganIsm?  Think i have an idea why, but will get into that later.  Anyway, one of the members of the waay past-tense cheerleading squad, made a quip about a "deity" being "limp" - whether walking with one, or simply being ...  By the way, a shure fire cure for the latter is certainly NOT a grasping 60 year-old woman, but i digress ;)

Anyway, the rude comment regarding the "deity" ... oh, taka good guess Who that deity happens to Be.   The wannabe-clever remark was almost funny...almost, because it was really pathetic - like a three year-old (with a nasty load in her pull-ups) standing on a table and fixing to slap her six-foot four, two-hundred-seventy pound (and all muscle) construction-worker dad right in the jaw.  Seriously, if that broad don't repent, and get real ... ugh, bad ending, really bad.

So, what is it with old women and the witchiepoo mindset?  Sounds like plain old fashioned running from the facts - while at the same time, believing that evolution is fact.  And the fact is, if you vote for evolution - and impeach The Lord Jesus - well then, don't cry-baby because guys aren't real interested in women much over 30 - let alone 60.   Anyway, sort of digressing again, but hey, my blog.

Why the witchie nonsense?  Bible nails it.  "Rebellion is as the sin of witchcraft,..." Samuel 1 15:23 starts off with that statement.  King Saul was getting called on the carpet by the prophet Samuel (there on the Lord's business) for not following the Lord's instructions - and that wasn't the only time King Saul landed himself in some serious dutch.

It wasn't until early last month, that i even heard of "Proud Boys." Really, had no clue...maybe that's an indication

that i need to get out more - but that ain't happening.  i'm a widow, and so getting out doesn't come off as quite appropriate.  Anyway, did a google search.  And i think i know why the Proud Boys are being accused of this and that.   For sure, the jezebels  - who are freaking and pagan-namedropping, everywhere, don't like 'em one bit.  And here's why:  according to the search, the Proud Boys are pro-masculine - it's like they think men and women are different, and are better at different things.

So what's wrong with that?  And anyway, isn't it still a free country?  Aren't we still allowed to invite some folks to non-public functions - and not invite others?  Oh wait a sec, the (imbolc, zen, ghandi, and [gaag] whatever else) namedroppers want to change all that - ya know, like they think they know best...yeah, whatever.

Break's so over, godda go :)

So, what color-scheme will their rainbow be? And what cap-combinations will their acronyms be? Waiting for the day, when

in our large cities, a group organizes a no-to-low-cost automobile-acquisitioners' pride day.  Can see it now, the really creative floats, show-casing the latest techniques - and of course, lots of sponsors advertising and selling those "mu$t-have$."  And get your tissues (also available for purchase) and while yet at it, buy a waay overpriced t-shirt) because, here comes the awareness floats; you'll hear heart-grabbing testimonies...of harrassment from neighbors, and from the police.  

You'll hear how even non bible-thumpers cop such hostile and very anti-science attitudes toward really nice people...who are, eh,  just a bit different in their automobile-acquisition practices.  It's genetic, and scientists are getting close to identifying what could be the gene group.

You'll see different groups...uhm, it's really not polite to lump all auto jackers into one category.  The group before us prefers mini-vans; the group behind them desire muscle-cars - especially, classic models (pre-1995).  And the group behind them...uh, not sure; think they're some sort of if-it-runs...

Now, the group that just passed, oh, about 15 minutes ago, they only swipe pickups -  the big ones (not the six-cylinder).  By the way, while your ears will be treated to all sorts of gush-talk, in reality, various groups do not care for other groups.  If you get close, you're bound to hear some rather rude descriptions.  "Jap-slap?"  Yep, ya heard that one clear enough, while passing among the crowd.  Don't know exactly what it means, or what group or groups it applies to - and confusion is the name of these sorts of "acceptance" games...go figure, where that comes from ;/

Anyway, got to get ready for work.  By the way, hope none of them are into stealing clunkers.  But who knows...with so much weirdness going on these days.

Oh speak of the devil, one of those covert nasty articles appeared on the news-trough. One of those chidey smug-ars'd you-$hould-have

ten times your yearly income stashed away when entering retIrement.  First off, what dreeem-world???  Most people don't have that kind of money; most people are just thankful to retire (mostly) debt-free.  Per other articles - that don't sport a covert (but quite obvious) wicked agenda - around a third of retirees experience financial difficulties.  

Things like:  skimping on meals, because the check won't come until friday, and it's only wednesday.  Going to bed (too) early because it's warm under that electric blanket.  The space heater warms up the room just fine - in later march, but it's only early february (and another cold-snap is on the way).  As for the hobbie$, of which the mutual-admiration-old-slut-society likes to brag at each other about...not happening.  Masking isn't the issue, the gas-tank is - that is, besides the needlessly overpriced (slave-made) junk being passed off as merchandise.

By the way, even a modest inheritance is a leg up toward a reasonable financially sound retirement.  For the average 50-something couple, that twenty or thirty thousand (from pop or uncle ed) can about pay off the equity loan.  But it's no big secret, that too many (ol-duh) people are way too interested in playing rich (when they're so obviously nowhere close) and to heck with the kids (and the wife, or husband).  

Another article discussed the very real workplace age discrimination, faced by people over fifty - and especially, over sixty. Well yeah, isn't that what evolution teaches us?  Did we oldsters not push and push, and push ... for evolution to be taught to the (now in power) kids?  Did us oldsters not vote, early and often, for evolution - through movie-ticket/subscription and muuseech  purchases?  Hello!  

When you get to a certain age, yer done - so die...futha-mucka.

That was a good article, author spelled out six spending categories, which older people think about.

Well, sober-minded (older) folks, that is.  The author, who i assume has done some research, says that retired people average about twenty percent less in spending.  He detailed six main categories.  

Work related - things like new clothing (as in, dress for success - best translated as "kissing up to the (unsaved) worldlings."  Yay, don't have to play on that chuck-holed field...and don't have to go around dragging my face because a younger person got the promotion.

Housing - well that's an area needing attention.   Repairs...could be worse, alot worse.

Health - while the title of the author's blog is rather chiding...boomers gonna be boomers.  Anyway, he did point out (something that worldlings don't like to - for even two seconds - think about is: the possibility that even the most careful, thought-out, long-term plan can go south - quick.  But anyway, that's where faith in Jesus Christ comes in...and grabbing a snow-shovel, instead of bellyaching about having gotten dumped.  Maintaining good health?  Goes a long way to avoid fast food and careless spending.  Yep, no way interesting in (stupid) tattoos and even stupider yyoooga cla$$e$ - keep yer demons, don't want 'em...which leads to the next category.

EntertaInment$ - ninety-seven percent vile crap...ugh, no thanks.  Not wanting tee-vee, and the rubbish that passes for movies and music cluttering my home...well that saves quite a bit of money.

Transportation - prefer to be home, and anyway, have no desire to play ki$$y-up games with boomer-sluts.

Gifts - better translated as "gimme fests."  i'm nobody's atm.  Gedda job.  As for charities, the plate comes around each sunday.

It's getting light out, time to shovel snow - because it gets hard if ya don't get to it right away.

Preachers can't preach everything, Bible's too big. Guess that's why we're supposed to read for ourselves. Mr and Mrs Job

had ten children.  Looks like atleast two of  the sons were established enough to have their siblings over to his house for a dinner party.  (Job 1:4)  Am guessing these man were in their mid twenties - which means, if Mrs Job had her first-born when she was around sixteen or seventeen, she would have been in her mid-forties when disaster struck.  In one day, her children died in that windstorm.  So yeah, she was upset and had harsh and foolish words to say.  

Did hear a sermon, by the way, where the preacher did point out why had spoken "as one the foolish women speaketh."  The preacher  clarified this statement - "as one" doesn't necessarily mean is one.  He also had added, she just lost her children - in one day - have some empathy, folks.

Anyway, years after the disaster, Mr and Mrs Job had ten children.  So, when the last of the second set of ten was born, Mrs Job had to have been in her mid-60s.  So, Mrs Job had given birth a total of 20 times - on average, a baby every two to three years.  Bible says the couple's daughters were very beautiful - sounds like the kids were healthy.  Sounds like they came from healthy parents - parents who were able to provide...something better than a 400 square foot dented sodacan, parked (too close to a steep hill) in hard-scrabble estates.