😎 Trees Minding Their Own Business
Woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head, Found my way downstairs and drank a cup…. Went on my phone and realized it had been updated overnight. Immediately I’m confused and suddenly don’t know how to use my phone and am unknowingly calling back spam calls by gently hitting the wrong buttons. Now, scared I’m going to hit something accidentally and purchase a bitcoin, or join the MAGA party, or even worse, call someone I haven't spoken to in years?!😳
It’s like can we just have peace for one day. No chaos. Suddenly every aspect of life feels like a diversion. Don't look here, look there. When you look there, you’ll see a traumatizing AI video of Trump, Elon taking over Gaza, but if you defy us and look here, you’ll actually see the truth, which is unhinged madness in the United States.
I can't with my phone pretending to update to get rid of bugs. I don't know anything about bugs except to catch them with a cup and set them free outside. Maybe that’s the point, to lead us outside. Be out in nature. Nothing pulls me back to my center like taking a deep breath of fresh air outside and walking around. I’ll look up at the trees and think, these trees don't care about society, the government, Elon Musk?! They’re just minding their own business, communicating and loving through their roots and existing. Just being.
I used to believe that we all had a purpose. I’d think, what’s my purpose? I’d come up with a couple; to make people laugh, or to be a good mom and raise good kids; but it wasn't until Trump’s second term and watching the glee he and his party express each day at the misfortune and pain of others, that it really clicked, and I realized, we are not here for any specific purpose. They say the odds of being born are 1 in 400 trillion. So why are we here if not for a fixed purpose? Luck! So, what’s the point of life? Well, that’s up to you. I’m going to go outside, for a walk, and to look at the trees, with their leaves waving and swaying, and take a note from their playbook and just be.
Useless Thoughts
The (scrubbed of Trump) Epstein Files are about to be released. I care as much about these files as the trees do. Nada! Nope, don’t care. Is Rudy Guiliani on it? Don’t care. Clinton? Prince Andrew? Don’t care. Am I supposed to believe that now in 2025 we somehow have some moral compass about right from wrong, and our government cares about young women? Is the church suddenly going to find their voice and admit abusing minors is wrong? That’d be like Robert Kennedy Jr. filling a bowl of vaccines and putting it on his stoop for Halloween. Meaning it’s never going to happen. So, stop gaslighting me with the big reveals of sealed documents. Whether it be aliens, JFK files, or Epstein’s pervy list. Keep it to yourself!
U.S consumers are being encouraged to abstain from purchasing any non-essential goods on February 28 (today) as part of a 24-hour buying blackout that aims to showcase the economic power of everyday people to fight against corporate greed. Or what I call Monday-Sunday, because I have no money and never shop. So, I’ll be cheering you on from the sidelines! You can do it! You got this! 💪 But if you feel you just can’t help yourself and need to buy something, head over to COZY DOG SWEATSHIRTS!
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The Washington Post just announced it’s getting rid of their opinion page. First know that Jeff Bezos owns The Washington Post. You know, that Jeff Bezos, the one who sat next to all the other billionaires at Trump’s inauguration. Secondly, know that no one reads The Washington Post. It’s not like it has any good games that force you to engage, like The New York Times. I remember being obsessed with Wordle! Thought it was the best game ever. Then I became obsessed with Connections, for sure, the best game ever, but now, it’s all about Strands, literally the best game ever. 🏆
After October 7th, when Hamas invaded Israel and murdered innocent civilians and babies were ripped from their beds, kidnapped and taken to tunnels in Gaza, The Washington Post, The New York Times and The Associated Press within literal days had trouble distinguishing the truth between a Hamas terrorist rapist murderer and an innocent kidnapped baby, which in turn led to people ripping down posters of missing children, and energizing actors like Mark Ruffalo, who paraded around stupid award shows wearing a pro Hamas pin, The papers’ headlines and articles have been carefully crafted opinion pieces disguised as breaking news stories for a while now! So don’t worry about opinion being gone from The Washington Post. It’s all opinion. You didn’t care much before because it didn’t affect you and your family, so maybe you looked away. But now it’s hitting closer to home, so, suddenly, something feels off! Which reminds me of a quote,
For evil to flourish, it only requires good men to do nothing.
— Simon Wiesenthal
And Finally…
The Oscars are on Sunday, and I’ve never been less psyched in my life. It has nothing to do with the fact that it’s 2025 and everything has gone to shit, but really because I don't care about any of the movies, the performances, the scores, the directing, blah blah blah boring!
Will I watch? Yes! I’m not dead, I just don't have a strong opinion about any of it. I look forward to smoking pot and watching Demi Moore win. Haven't seen her film, nor will I ever, it looks gross and horrible, but I’ve always loved her and her hair! Clearly though the best part will be Conan O’Brien hosting and his monologue. Doesn't matter what he says, or sings, I guarantee that he will be the most entertaining part of the three hour forever broadcast. I love Conan. I met him once on the streets of NYC a billion years ago. He had just been named to replace Letterman, and he was doing a segment with Katie Couric. They were walking around and Katie was going up to folks and asking them if they knew who he was? They came up to me! I knew because I was a huge fan of late-night talk shows and was on top of the comings and goings. We had a fun exchange! Katie even mentioned that there seemed to be a spark between us?! 🙀 I could not wait to watch this special episode of “Dateline” and see my exchange with Conan on TV!!!! Finally it aired! I watched as they stopped strangers on the street, oh my goodness I thought, here I come…. Nope, I was edited out. I guess my purpose was not to be on TV that night, but to just be…home watching TV all cozy per usual. I actually love my per usual.
Until next time folks! Enjoy the Oscars! Enjoy Conan!
And…Sorry you can't unread this.
I Genuinely Want to Know
That “ per usual “ is a common “ per usual” in a pretty grand portion of many !!!!!! It is a soul soothing experience, as long as you do not turn on Nightly or World News tonight with Lester Holt or David Muir and have to watch our USA falling apart day by day by day by day ……..🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣
‘Finally it aired! I watched as they stopped strangers on the street, oh my goodness I thought, here I come…. Nope, I was edited out. I guess my purpose was not to be on TV that night, but to just be…home watching TV all cozy per usual. I actually love my per usual.’ 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
I searched for “Outtakes “ of that specific encounter in NYC - thinking it may just.happen… but Nope :-(