Woke

In all honesty, I don’t understand the “woke” people, and quite honestly, I don’t see how they are making things any better.

At my old age, if I wake up each morning then that’s about as “woke” as I’m ever going to get.

As we roll along to Election Day with promises from both political sides about how they are going to make our lives much better, what I’ve come to realize (more than ever before) is that I’m the only person who can make my life better.

I’ve heard false promises my entire adult life and the truth is that they suck.

So, if you want to be “woke” or “progressive” or whatever they are calling it today – because let’s face it definitions change with mood of the moment – then have at it. You do you, and I will do me.

Peace and love … Catherine

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Landslide
by Fleetwood Mac

Friday Stuff

Why is a stress test called a stress test when you get stressed out just thinking about it and stressed out taking it? Mine is next week and I’m really stressed out.

Why did Joe Biden pardon those in federal prison for possession of marijuana when there is NO ONE in federal prison for possession of marijuana?

Why is it difficult to find Windows 10 just a few months before Microsoft stops supporting Windows 8.1? (Free download hasn’t been available for years.)

Why hasn’t the FBI interviewed Tony Bobulinski about Hunter Biden and Joe Biden and the Biden’s shady dealings with foreign countries? If you haven’t watched Tucker Carlson’s interview from earlier this week, find it and watch it. You won’t be sorry.

That’s all for now. Have a great weekend. ~ce

All The Gold In California
by Larry Gatlin and the Gatlin Brothers

Kamala Harris, the Gift That Just Keeps on Giving

It’s no deep, dark secret that I can’t stand Kamala Harris.  I find her boring, obnoxious, rude, stupid, and totally incompetent.

As Vice President and Biden’s Border Czar, she has never been to the REAL southern border to witness firsthand the invasion of our country by illegals from all over the world.

Kamala Harris believes her job is just too difficult.

Boo phuckin’ hoo, bitch!

Recently Kamala Harris went to South Korea. Why? I don’t know.

However, while in South Korea, and after looking through binoculars at North Korea, Kamala Harris said something at one of her little word salad speeches that has been witnessed all over the world.

“The United States shares a very important relationship, which is an alliance with the Republic of North Korea, and it is an alliance that is strong and enduring,” said Kamala Harris.

Say what, bitch?

As if that wasn’t bad enough, Kamala Harris had a few things to say after Hurricane Ian devastated Florida.

Kamala Harris said: “It is our lowest income communities and our communities of color that are most impacted by these extreme conditions and impacted by issues that are not of their own making.”

Sorry, KH, but hurricanes are not racists. You might be a racist but hurricanes are not.

“We have to address this in a way that is about giving resources based on equity, understanding that we fight for equality, but we also need to fight for equity,” said incompetent VP Harris in her usual monotone and annoying as hell voice.

Kamala Harris, in my humble opinion, is one of the stupidest people on the planet. She is so stupid that she ranks right up there with Hank Johnson, a Democrat in Congress, who once asked if Guam would tip over if it was over-populated.

I’m done … ~CE

 

Guess Who Was Quoted on Breitbart News

Earlier today, I posted the following on Twitter:

This afternoon, I was reading the headlines on Breitbart News (something I do each morning and evening), when this story caught my eye:

Amy Klobuchar Mocked After Implying that Democrat Policies Could Help Prevent Hurricanes

And, there it was – my Twitter comment on Breitbart News!

“Sen. Amy Klobuchar bizarrely suggests that voting for Democrats in 2022 will somehow stop hurricanes,” Tea Party Patriots observed as others chimed in:
“Hurricanes or democrats, what’s more destructive?” one user inquired.

“Amy Klobuchar is the woman who ate her salad with a comb so don’t be surprised that she thinks Dems can stop hurricanes,” another remarked.

“Wow very weird!” another user exclaimed. “Taking credit for controlling the weather! Wow!!”

“If you vote for democrats, Florida will not get hit by this hurricane,” another mocked as one added, “Vote for me and I’ll change the weather.”
Klobuchar’s remark comes as Florida braces for Hurricane Ian, which is expected to make landfall on the state’s west coast this week.

https://www.breitbart.com/politics/2022/09/27/amy-klobuchar-mocked-after-implying-that-democrat-policies-could-help-prevent-hurricanes/

Hurricane Dora and the Beatles (Repost While Waiting for Ian)

While I wait for Hurricane Ian to hit Florida, it's time to repost a blog from the past ... CE

It was a dark and stormy night. The year was 1964. Hurricane Dora hit us shortly after midnight on September 10th. The power was out for six days. Trees were down, streets were flooded, the beaches were a mess, President Johnson was coming to town, schools were closed, and our lives came to a halt.

It didn’t matter that we had to use candles at night to see where we were going. It didn’t matter that we used cans of Sterno in the barbecue grill to cook our food. We ran out of charcoal, and it was much too hot to use the fireplace. It didn’t matter that we couldn’t go to the beach. All beaches were declared disaster areas. We had water, the telephone worked, and we had a battery operated radio. Most important of all … we had each other.

A matter of great importance, at least to me, was that the Beatles were coming to town to perform at the Gator Bowl. The Beatles! Here! John, Paul, George, and Ringo were going to be at the stadium singing my favorite songs. I was beside myself. I was in love with George. If only we could meet. I would leave my boyfriend and marry George. Silly, foolish girl…

Dark and stormy soon became dark and gloomy. My boyfriend refused to take me to the Beatles concert. I, who had no money at all, offered to find a way to pay for the tickets. My soon-to-be-almost-ex-boyfriend said it wasn’t about the money … it was about him not wanting to see the Beatles. He was jealous of George. That had to be it!

Yes! It was about to become very dark and gloomy. I refused to talk to my steady beau until he agreed to drive to the stadium just so I could see the lights and maybe hear the music. The lights were bright, the parking lot was half full, and I couldn’t see a thing. The music was loud and the ground was vibrating, just a little. For a moment, that was good enough for me and all was forgiven.

I sometimes think about Hurricane Dora, President Johnson, Sterno, no school, candlelight, my former boyfriend, picnics on the family room floor, the stories our parents shared with us, the importance of family … and, of course, the Beatles.

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