So my weak trickle has dried up, and I am still short $240. I've already resigned myself to the fact that I'm probably going to go hungry in June; however, it's nothing new, really, considering I went hungry a good bit of the time in San Diego, thanks to having no access to food. Things will still be better eventually! I've attached a screencap from my move-in letter, of the expenses I owe. It adds up to almost exactly $1500. If you want to help with my GoFundMe Campaign, just click the picture with all those scary expenses to be taken to my page. Also, please share with everyone you know. Even if you can't contribute, sharing with those who might can would also be a great boon. I'm seriously considering launching another campaign for Smidgen. She lost all power in her back legs this morning. It was only for about 30 seconds, but any amount of time in that condition is simply unacceptable. Yep, I'm not thrilled with what life is handing me and mine, right now, but we shall follow the mantra of the great Gloria Gaynor, and we will survive.
May. 24th, 2017
If I am correct in my forecast of the final eradication of the republic of the United States, those of us who are, have very little time left to truly speak out against the current atrocities and the coming abominations.
After I am finally settled in the new pad, I plan on getting more involved, hands-on, locally. Until that's possible, I'm doing what I can online. That means telling people as often as I can what the true nature of these fake Christians is, how they can fight it (while they still can), and what resources they need to research my dire warnings for themselves. It also means standing up to Donald Drumpf and his fascist regime, using the same weapon he uses to disseminate his vile propaganda: Twitter.
I try to troll him at least once a day. I'm hoping everyone who reads this and see the examples of my efforts, decides to do the same thing. Maybe if he's trolled enough, he'll shut his tweeting pie-hole. Maybe his insecurity from reading such responses to his activities will cause his blood pressure to shoot up and give him a fatal stroke. Better yet, maybe he'll finally lose his mind from all the pressure, and take out his entire administration and family before he offs himself. I don't see a more ideal way of draining the fucking swamp in Washington DC.
But the pushback has to start now because, as I said, I doubt we have much time to freely express ourselves in this country. The clock has been ticking since the evangelicals began blurring the line between church and state, beginning in 1980. That clock is running out of time.