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I cannot talk. I can post like a madwoman on twitter but I just do not know what to say. I am low and going 120 miles an hour on a bad road.

I am dealing with an auto death, suicide of a young person who hung in the Blazement with my kids, recurrence of sciatic pain with consequent medical adventures and the election. My government is aiming to kill me. I am in the midst of agitated depression. Tell me what is happening in your world.

I will be back. I am resting.

Meanwhile, my Black Adopted Sister (her description) asked me to say this because she just cannot go near her computer:

To Donald John Trump: This is the United States of America. We do not jump at your demands and we will not bend over and kiss your behind. There are laws in place to keep you in check. We have had enough. In your famous words, YOU ARE FIRED.

Pull My Finger

This is a World Billionaire's Coup we are enduring. There is a persistent myth that Rich equals Smart. Laughing.

Milo Yiannopoulos is a Billionaire's idea of who/what an Alpha Faggot looks like. Billionaires are using 'psychology' on us. It is news that Koch brothers financing Milo? Maybe to less depraved members of the blogosphere, not to me. "The Liberals are really the intolerant ones" argument is oldschool wingnut. 

I know that Russian poopoo filthy sextape is coming. I believe that sextape is coming. I know that my redeemer liveth. Hallelujah. Putin's prank in front of world. I knew a Trump presidency would be bad, but what a revolting series of events this is.

I was doing fine. I was only dealing with February doldrums. Then I got the new brace that is supposed to help me walk better. Gave me sciatica on the other side of my body. Hurts. Then I got the Traveling Flu that starts in your back then does every organ system in your body. I am finally feeling better. I just saw all the messages and kittens. Thank you, my friends. I am mending.

Art by Buddy McCue.