Charge, The Intruder

Because the ONLY nation that has EVER used nuclear weapons, is now threatening to use them again, for potentially depraved reasons.

That Don-Jon over there made the threat and has the capacity to do it. All to end a war he started in the first place, to obscure and obstruct inquiry into the raw Epstein Files. And inquiry into his potential for dementia or Dark Tetrad personality disorders.

1-- Calling Mike Johnson a Keebler Elf is slander against cookies. Dude needs some store-brand fig cookies thrown at him until he shuts up.

2-- Check, double check, and triple check, make damn sure you are registered to vote, legally for your state of course.

3-- Then Vote, and motherfucking VOTE BLUE like your life depends on it, again as soon as possible in your state. Remember that Election Day is always Tuesday. ALWAYS.

I have stared into the Void calling itself the 21st century since 9-11 hit.

It has stared back into me. I hate it when it does that.

When innocent people die near my front door, when they're shot dead and their dead bodies are butchered in death by inbred cowards with more firepower than brains, I really hate that.

But see, I've kept quiet, because it seems the wrong folks are inclined to lean in and listen. Not to mention, I'm looking at this from 3 moves ahead. And I have to get this right the first time.

The time will come soon when I insist that I can no longer even think about it alone. You know what it is.

The idea that I should put my needs aside (as usual), put this nation on my fucking back, drag it kicking and screaming into this 21st motherfucking century, and save society for future generations. Yeah, all two of them.

I'm sorry to put it like that, but that beats passive aggression any day. Not to mention, I'm the weirdo who hates the Internet, despises smartphones, and can't trust AI to even get my "pr0n" correct. Watch the third comment get me in trouble for disrespecting AI or something.

There's a point to all of this. I've spent most of my life thinking I'm alone, or that I should be alone because of this and that. But lately I've seen compelling proof that I am in some ways typical of a group. A group that came up tough, and used to putting their needs aside for a greater good.

That there are some few parts of the Epstein files that have been carelessly left legible. That among other things . . .

--Don-Jon over there in DC did have not-so-legal associations with both the late Mr. Epstein and one of Epstein's 13 year old victims. As of today that still may be searchable, especially if you use the spacebar after Don-Jon's proper last name. Also note: if you say you "don't care" after this one, don't even talk to me, the evidence of conspiracy you right-wingers pursued all this time is right there, so don't tell me you support that guy still after this.

--There IS a client list of TEN people, of whom only THREE have been left non-redacted. And there's a reason for that, which is appalling as it gets.

--It turns out that the late Jeff Epstein was a legitimate mastermind at fraud and long cons. To the point that Don-Jon really was a noob compared to Jeff. And to the point that SOME federal agency or other (one source says FBI, another says CIA) had Epstein as an asset. Meaning Epstein was being used to watch over the folks on the Client List at minimum, if not everyone BUT Epstein's victims.

This is one of the reasons I've kept so quiet lately. Health concerns aside, I was waiting for the truth to slip, in a way that leaves the least digital trail back to me. I can't run anymore, so I have to be careful.

And also? We all have to understand, this effort is a marathon, not a sprint. It's also necessary that I save something for next year for myself. I have to take the threat of dictatorship more seriously than I have been, even if Don-Jon is more dick than he is 'tater.

For those who are watching and/or reading every word.

I am a U.S. citizen born of two U.S. citizens. I was born in Jefferson City on the outskirts of St. Louis, Missouri. My mother, was born in St. Louis proper, my father was from Lansing, Michigan. All of this is to my best recall, as both of my parents have passed. My Papers are not in front of me, oh no.

I do not have a criminal record as an adult to my best recall. I was never charged on that public urination charge in my early 20s, I was let off with a warning. Likewise with that disorderly conduct and assault charge I had as a teenager, because I had got caught in a fight to defend my kid sister, and I had gotten my ass kicked. In brief, it started with me against one guy, but I had slipped and fell on gravel (NEVER fight on fucking gravel) and then it had turned into a boot party. His whole family kicking my brains in. Me dealing with concussions for two plus years, just for defending my sister from a potentially rape-happy family. So I got let off with a warning and a message to stop making retarded decisions. Early 1980s for you, nobody cared about language OR concussions back then.

Point is, you who watch me for illegal reasons likely already know all of this and know it more accurately than I do. And yes, law in Illinois here that protects biologically identifying data should protect my face, but I don't risk it. I am one of the last few people online who doesn't keep copies (or current, high quality ones) of his face online. It ain't happening. I have good reasons.

I'm scared too. That's a real thing, unlike the low-grade food poisoning I had last week. That's a hell of a drug, the food poisoning.

But yeah, I hear you on the fear of being watched, and the fear of society's falling apart. Those are real things, what with Don-Jon over there declaring occupation of random cities, claiming crime waves in cities where the local police and communities have never been more effective in reducing crimes of violence. Yeah, we know better. We know he just loves to declare Police States randomly, wherever he goes.

Charles Kirk was the guy responsible for Trump's winning by less than 1.5 percent in 2024, without SAYING he was the guy responsible for that.

Because really? There isn't a way this sequence of events makes sense otherwise, up to and including the rifle shot itself. The recently late (as in deceased) Mr. Kirk, was into politics, but not into being elected. He was content with being an influencer who was way behind the scenes. (No Tumblr, not that far behind the scenes, I doubt he was ever here)

But make no bones about it, he was one of those: yes, he was pushing for more populism and nationalism from conservatives. Also, he wasn't on ANY liberal's radar that I'm aware of. And also, you'll observe that the right-wing meltdown started over on Fox News, with their being the first ones to insist on calling his shooting "an assassination".

Oh, but why, if he's just a nobody out in the middle of Utah handing out Jello Treats and whack-ass nonsense in equal proportion? None of this makes sense otherwise, not even in an "exploit every last crisis" situation. Why waste a competent shooter on him?

Some people are talking about what it takes to be a good Democrat. So I need to elaborate on my two cents again.

Go watch the original _Wizard of Oz_ movie. No seriously. What you need to know is in there. A good Democrat needs to be a decent person, yes, but they need to have a brain, a heart, and the nerve (the spine). Having all of those things will help, even in these dark days.

But there is something more subtle going on here. From Dorothy's point of view, didn't she wake up in an entirely new world? All of the colors got strange and intense, maybe from breathing the air or something, and what happened?

She woke up in a world where she was a hero for killing a bad witch, because surely she meant to throw that house at her. And shortly after that, someone appears in a floaty bubble asking:

"Are you a good witch, or a bad witch?"

Seriously. What even is that? How do you parse that? So what did Dorothy do?

She talked to this weirdo bubble person who was clearly over-dressed for the occasion. And so i t went for all of the alien weirdos, talking with this Lollipop Guild, to these Munchkins, to this living Scarecrow, Tin Man, and Cowardly Lion. She talked with and sang with and danced with everyone she could.

She spoke with the local people. She spoke with them.

(and no, I am NOT suggesting she could have went Very Bad Witch Indeed, and turned the whole thing into a first-person shooter, that game likely exists already)

What I am saying is she spoke directly and honestly with the locals, and listened to them.

How many politicians, who are at least in part supposed to communicate for a living, do this? Isn't this what Town Halls are supposed to be? Have we on the left side forgotten how to do this? Why then is it such a rare thing, such an outlier? Have people simply hidden themselves behind a Reagan Mask for so long that even the "new stuff" sounds a lot like worn-out Bill Clinton-ism?

Speak with people, even when they say they hate you. Listen to them, even when you think they're dumb. Let in that weird Lollipop Guild over there, even if you can't agree with most of the things they say. We need their votes too.

Sometimes you have to risk everything, including your health, to choose to disappear. Sometimes you have to make the coward's choice and hide. You have to retreat to some place out in the middle of nowhere, relatively speaking, just to make sure you can come back later.

Granted, it helps that my other choice was in Danville, a city known for its white-trash style chaos and crime rate. But still. Sometimes you choose to disappear for several months to a year. I am sorry I had to do that.

I'm not in the best space right now. Part of the issue is that some of the pros on MSNBC get seriously annoying at times with how they talk. It's like yes, you have to cater to your audience of mainstream liberals and mainstream Democrats, but really, do some of you remember how S/V/O, or subject-verb-object, sentences, work? I sometimes think the pros here forget how to answer a simple question, with a simple declarative sentence.

And really, the Congressmen and Women, some few of them really have it bad. "Do you support the candidate for New York's mayoral race?" only has three answers. Yes, No, or Maybe. That's it. You can and should elaborate on that and say things like, "We're working on this issue where we disagree," and things like that, but the answer itself is simple. There's no need to babble about issues if you don't have an answer as yet. My apologies for being harsh, this is just my Bachelor's degrees in Communications talking, you people of Congress likely have years of experience to fall back on . . .

And here I am nit-picking about how you talk when the bigger point is where you talk: out there in town halls in front of people, not just on camera for news crews. Town halls are different. They are going to demand simple statement answers to simple questions.

I do have a point here. People like us, like me, we're going to need direct, declarative answers to questions. That is a sign that you're here on Earth with us, suffering a bad case of President Don-Jon and his habits of tantrums and tyranny. That is a sign that maybe you will fight with us.

So will you? Will you fight with us? This isn't "existential", this is a life-or-death fight for our Union and society. It means the same thing, but one of these wakes people up and gets them to join you. The other puts crowds to sleep as you're too far gone in the weeds trying to explain this Weirdo Tetris business politicians use to screen out the votes of their opponents, a.k.a. gerrymandering. See what I mean? Word choices matter, but not in the way you think. It isn't about following a list. It's about being understood the first time you say it. Active voice, not passive, shorter words, not the longer educated ones.

Here's what happened to me in the past 10 months or so.

My bad health caught up to me. I voted by mail-in ballot, Blue all the way down, and shortly after that I got to that point. Rock bottom of it. I got to the point where I could no longer take full care of myself, alone in my old apartment.

Basically, I have a spinal stenosis, a narrowing of my vertebrae right at the first Lumbar vertebra, squeezing the fluid out of my spinal cord and likely the spinal cord itself. Between that and the scoliosis (spinal curvature) I was born with, well, let's just say there's reasons why I have the issues that I do. I have a weak left leg now running at somewhere between 50-70 percent of the strength of my right leg, it goes numb and limp randomly under stress, and the numbness, weakness and muscle spasms are slowly spreading up to my left arms and hand. My right side goes overly rigid, and goes too hard to compensate.

And also, first thing in the morning, every time I wake up, I get violent and painful muscle spasms in both legs just for trying to move. It would seem I am becoming a hemiplegic, and not as slowly as I would prefer. So for the time being I have been in a Health Facility, for my own good, just so I can get proper meds and rehab for this. This might take a while since. A) my Insurance is being a butt about not paying for the surgery I need to recover, and B) I was here for too long, lost track of my rent and bills, and got evicted for my trouble, losing everything I had previously, including my computing device.

So yeah, there's reasons why I am here, trying to get better. I have been lurking for the past week or so, trying to not let MSNBC get me too depressed. Turns out America has a left side too, and maybe it's about as beat-up as mine. But I am trying to catch up here while staying focused.

Shorter version is: I am legitimately mobility-impaired lately, and working on it. The Facility here has its own demands, so I can't be online all the time. But I will do what I can in these dystopian times.

Hi, hello, hi . . . I know I've been out of touch for a while, getting my health issues at least looked at and all, but .. . .

I get it. My vote, and maybe yours too, didn't save the Union. We didn't make it. Because prices, OMG Prices. Inflation. It wasn't like we had Avian Flu killing off hordes of chickens, or OPEC, brought to you by Saudi Bonesaw Arabia, jacking up oil prices, or you know, corporate real estate companies buying up whole streets and neighborhoods just to jack up rents on everything. And we surely didn't have a lot of natural disasters happen, with insurance companies price gouging on that too. Nope, it was ALL the President's fault and he surely could fix it all. By himself.

How could we be so insensitive, so out of touch with the basics, with the needs of the Salt of the Earth types just needing to get by. Because nobody among those lefty types ever eats, nope, none of us pay rent or anything.

Yeah, and I'm pretty sure everyone else was so right about that Project 2025 business's being so much fan-fiction, how could anyone take that stuff seriously, right? I mean really, this isn't a Presidency where the Secretary of Defense is some random frat-bro who combs his hair with a pound of bacon every other morning, because you know, using pork chops for that purpose might be seen as being elitist, or classy or something. Is it? Nope, surely not, of course not. This President takes protecting America seriously, that sort of sick joke would never happen.

Yep, I'm pretty sure that this is going to be the blandest, most normal Presidency ever. Nothing to see here, no solid proof of blackmail or any connections to child-trafficking sickos or anything, not even among your best friends of 10 years.

I sincerely hope you guys got exactly what you needed so badly.

Take care and watch your backs,

I've been sick as a dog, nearly bled myself out and needed a blood transfusion, among lots of other things.

But I finally did find what was wrong with me, or a piece of it. Turns out I have old injuries and stenoses (narrowings) in my lumbar (lower) spinal column. The worst of it is around the L2 to L3 area.

This week's been a trip. Past two weeks actually. But to keep this short and simple. Okay, that was sarcasm, this is a vent, my apologies.