Substack is as difficult for me as it was when it first hit the market some five years ago. It is not a place I feel inclined to use because of the difficulties.

While I did post something there, I could not publish it because there was no button to do so. It does make me wonder what on earth they think ‘easy’ and a ‘new way to publish’ means.

Again, leave it to the smart-stupid people to fuck a great idea up. They probably call themselves experts too.

Still looking for that sweet spot for a ‘better publishing experience.’

For the second time in my experience, I used a soda to defend myself and others. Because of it, I missed my radio shift as I had to answer John Law’s questions and fill out his report.

Having forgotten to grab a soda pop for later, I stopped at the corner mart to purchase one. As I started for the front counter, I heard an argument between 25 years old guy and the clerk begin.

The guy was intoxicated and was pissed that the clerk would not sell him a bottle of alcohol. Because he wouldn’t leave the store, the clerk called 9-1-1.

Growing more and more agitated, the guy started picking at me. When I refused to respond, he slapped my soda from my hand, then kicked it as it bounced off the floor.

Dented and banged up, it struck the wall and tumbled at my feet. As I bent over to pick it up, the guy tried booting it again, missing the can, and kicking my hand instead.

As I grabbed the can off the floor, he turned back to the counter and clerk, laughing. That’s when I used the can as a truncheon, smashing it against the right side of his head, between his nose and temple.

Down he went, tumbling backward onto the floor, unconscious, face split open, and bleeding. Seconds later, the first of several deputies arrived on the scene.

On their heels came an ambulance, which rushed him to the nearest emergency room, where they had to stitch him up and treat his shattered eye socket.

The one question that sticks in craw that one of the deputies asked, “Was it necessary to hit him?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because you weren’t here to stop him from assaulting me.”

The surveillance video from the store proved my point.

This is very personal for me…

The Centers for Disease Control (CDC) and Prevention have finally released its Proportional Reporting Ratio results identifying symptoms showing adverse responses to the government-mandated COVID-19 vaccination.

These symptoms include individual illnesses: appendicitis, *Bell’s palsy, blood clots, cardiac valve incompetency, chest pain, **Kawasaki’s disease, myocarditis, pericarditis, pericardial and pleural effusion, pulmonary embolism, ventricular dysfunction, vitiligo, and death. This list is only the tip of the possible malaise associated with COVID vaccines.

In people 18 years and older, there are 770 symptoms of adverse events. In the 12 to 17-year-old age group, there are 96 safety signals, and in the five to 11-year-old group, 66. The proportion of deaths for the 18-plus age group (the only group provided) was 14 percent for the COVID shot compared to 4.7 percent for all other vaccines.

The Federal Drug Administration is required to perform safety monitoring using empirical Bayesian data mining but refused, only to admit in December 2022 after they had confirmed the Pfizer shot pulmonary is linked to pulmonary embolism in those having received the vaccine. The CDC and the FDA claim they are planning to investigate a possible increase in a certain kind of stroke in people 65 and older who recently got one of the updated Pfizer boosters.

My wife was mandated to take two Maderna shots and a Pfizer booster by the Washoe County School District. What could happen to her health scares the fuck outta me and it should do the same for the school district!

*Bell’s palsy is a condition that causes sudden weakness in the muscles on one side of the face, making half of the face appear to droop.

**Kawasaki’s disease is a syndrome of unknown cause that results in a fever and mainly affects children under five years of age, where blood vessels become inflamed throughout the body.

Preacher Jones got a new set of pearly whites.

That Sunday, the preacher could only sermonize for ten minutes because his false teeth were so painful. The Sunday morning next, he spoke for just five minutes.

The third week after getting his new dentures, Preacher Jones went to the pulpit and preached for two hours and 43 minutes. Worried he had worked himself into a frenzy, his parishioners dragged him from the pulpit.

When one man asked what happened, Preacher Jones answered, “I accidentally put my wife’s dentures in this morning, and I haven’t been able to stop talking ever since.”

New falling snow brings
Comfort, brings quiet.
Silence grows at each
Flakes resting light.
Sound echoes in mind
Of lost childhood things.

Guess if I bully a bully, that makes me a bully too.

If he had used one of the 16 available gas pumps instead of calling the woman an ‘idiot’ and ‘brain-damaged’ because she didn’t pull forward, I wouldn’t have bullied the bully, calling him “a little man in a large body with a big mouth.”

It took a minute or so, but he drove to an open pump. I saw that the woman was glaring at me.

“I don’t need you to defend me!” she huffed.

“I wasn’t defending you,” I answered, “I was putting a bully in his place.”

My Cousin Elmo says, “The ‘@’ symbol reminds me of an asshole.”

My Cousin Elmo says, “Replacing the ‘w’ in what, where, and when with a ‘t,’ answers those questions.”

My Cousin Elmo says, “With eggs and toilet paper so expensive, kids today will never know the joy of egging or toilet papering a house.”

My Cousin Elmo says, “I have so little faith in people I look both ways when crossing a one-way street.”