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Lessons Learned Late: Lady, That Ain’t Eight Inches.

So. As we three have been self-isolated for a now three-months period, it seems appropriate for us to address the many lessons we have learned. In accordance with the Squirt’s wishes, our following remarks are based on the premis that, no matter how significant or severe this Pandemic may be, Life goes rightondown the road. Protected by that literaty umbrella, Yoda the Goat Dog, Squirt and I hereby present you with the following:

  1. Bigots are always, and will always be, fucking biggots. Give a bigot a voice and those ignorant asswipes will always have something stupid to say.
  2. Christians, OK many Christians, didn’t learn any lessons from the Romans. How many Christians offered-up our sick and elderly to the viral lions in order to “save the economy”?
  3. My two small puppies care more about the greater good than any currently-voting Republican in the entire country. Even though it is the best grass upon which to shit in our entire neighborhood, my kids don’t shit over there to the corner lot that has the signs with a dog squatting and the “Don’t Fucking Do what’s Printed on this Sign” signs. Republicans continue to be obstinate in their greedy, biggotted, religous-based desires while resisting changes that would benefit us all.
  4. Prejudice can reside in our thoughts decades after we have exorcized it from our words and actions. I realized this last week when TV showed looters up to Minneapolis. I studied carefully to determine the race of looters as if that made any fucking difference to the crime. In truth, I don’t giveashit, because I know that vandalism and theft are not victimless crimes. But for some reason my lizard brain cares. Then, when I first realized what I was thinking, I started attempts to justify those thoughts, just like every other bigot I know.
  5. Having verbalized Number 4., herein above, I don’t really know how to fix it inside my own, thick skull, except to die. I only know to scold it, question it, and never allow it to move beyond the lizard.
  6. Assholes do not appreciate being told to, “Get the fuck away from me!” To ignore the edicts of Social Distancing is ignorant and stupid both, and to ignore a first, firm warning to keep your distance adds risk to your day. I will tell you, quite un-nicely at a bare minimum, to stay, the FUCK, back, and I am an unprejudiced fuck-awayer. Don’t givashit who, what or anything else about you, crowd me and you git chu a taste a this. I ofter engage in creative ways to express these feelings as when I told this bitch who barged in on my lettuce choosing, I said to her, I go, “I guess your husband taught you how to measure, huh lady?”
  7. Spellcheck doesn’t exist when I post directly to my website, as current.
  8. Dogs will love you whatever happens. Cats are still fucking cats.
  9. Good people want to do some good for others when times get tough. Bad people want to punish their lessers or find ways to profit from the chaos and pain. Yes, I used “good” and “bad” there, but you can substitute “evil” if you wish.
  10. Solitude is a two-edged sword, a tin-yanger if ever there was one.
  11. My garden grows more slowly when I have all day every day to garden. Imagine a “watched-pot” analogy to grasp this one.
  12. It looks like our young population has awakened to their civic responsibilities. Like we did with the unfairness and criminality of the War, our youth now truely sees racisim for what it is.

OK, that’s a good start. Did I miss anything important? Fuck bigots, Republicans, a whole lot of Christians and, of course, Walmart!



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