On the eve of the giving of thanks -- or the eve of the giving genocide recognition and remembrance -- I secularly bless my trailer and park, my neighbors and friends. I am thankful for my own health and happiness in the midst of an unprecedented global pandemic and national economic collapse. I recognize there are many who have neither health nor happiness, and I remember the casualties of partisan politics and Darwinian mind-brain foibles. May those who seek deliverance fro
As America sinks deeper into winter, American clans stock up on guns and flour and yeast and bombs and poise themselves to unleash their full fury upon the transfer of POTUS power. Only Empress Gail can save America now. Bonus: Gail also happens to also be the POTUS (again). Here the Empress explains her trials and eventual triumph...
New Hampshire it in the throes of the second indigenous summer of the year. Another wave of heat has blanketed Lopstick Valley. But I've forgotten how many waves of Rona and rioting have pounded the barricades of the valley. I remain safely holed-up in my happy hovel. My garden is kaput for the year, a kindly neighbor sees to it I have groceries, and I've taken to walking in place indoors. So I've no reason to venture outside. I spend my days typing away at my computer, craft
I'm prepped. The White House is prepped. The whole country is prepped. Now we mutter and murmur to ourselves and wait for a civil uprising, or a peaceful continuation or transfer of power. Shenan is still holed up in her trailer, having her restaurant meals delivered. The delivery drivers continue to place the food packages on her front porch, then knock on her door and then leave. My prepper neighbor on the other side long moved out of his trailer and into his new baby momm