23 April 2024
As I put on this lovely scarf this morning, two thoughts occurred to me:
1 — It’s safe now to wear a scarf; there’s no fear of Dr. Scarf popping up somewhere to smiley-face pontificate to the peasants.
2 — Too many “young” people today make lemons out of lemonade.
The second mental note is the more cogent one. I was stating to Dear Husband yesterday that the ever-shrinking Moron Media keep broad-brushing entire generations with labels that represent a minority of the group.
It’s what the vapid talking heads have always done, and, in all probability, always will. Where would Dis-information and Mis-information be, were it not for the pathetically overpaid jabberers of “journalism”??
For me, however, the latest crybaby contingent of a recent generation has gone too far. Armed with their precious digital technology, these spoiled brats are rank, pulling rank on everyone else who isn’t up to their cyber-snuff of supremely “living” in a digital world that’s completely detached from the human touch. For those anti-social personality types, the real world truly does not exist!
And the rest of us have to deal with them.
Their over-stuffed egos were over-fed by spineless parents who cringed at the thought of having a less than 5-star child in their over-blown social cliques. And, then, to abominably add to the heap of uppity hellishness that these punks produce, the almighty Apple/Android/Snooty-Techy devices were given to them when they were 2-3 years of age. They come armed with a sense of superiority that’s insufferable.
Okay, the attitude is not insufferable. That’s why we have prayer. So we can get OVER their overdone dullness of mind by attempting to comprehend that the robotic human is the one suffering the most. Imagine, if you will, not being able to feel what the good Lord created for you to feel.
I recently purchased a Stetson hat, dubbed The Fort, from the John Wayne Collection, made in the USA and dapper in the Legend-of-the-West way. I was very excited trying the soft wool hat on, and congratulating myself for sizing down a bit for a nice snug fit.
I consequently neglected to notice The CYA Letter sent with the merchandise in the shipping box.
Dear Hubby informed me of the written notification of due diligence. He then filled me in on this preposterous need by the manufacturer to avoid bad online reviews, return-to-sender losses, maybe even a lawsuit.
The text is as follows:
Hello friend,
Just a reminder that this hat, The Fort, from Stetson’s John Wayne Collection, is intentionally distressed so that it looks like it just came off of the Duke’s head after a long ride over the plain.
The hat will look dusty and the tassel will look worn. Again, this is intentional distressing that Stetson does to make the hat look authentic, not a dirty hat. (SMILEY EMOTICON)
Thanks for shopping with us. We hope you love your new hat!
Aside from admiring the block-indent paragraphing of this letter, I responded thusly:
Why is the sort of person who needs this type of silly explanation even buying A JOHN WAYNE HAT??
Boy howdy, that attitude sure reeks of the Spirit of the West!
Online Shopping must now include disclaimers from Ethical and Sensitive Retailers like Red Land Cotton to yippee that you’ve bought their wares, but:
EXPECT DELAYS.
Yes, there will be food shortages.
I tend to forget about the FJB world that the Digital Dweebs & Designated Double-crossers have foisted upon us. I’m working too hard to make lemonade out of lemons while those arrogant finks, the puffed-up paragons of stupidity, make lemons out of lemonade.
Today, I’d wanted to buy some tulip bulbs for future planting in pots. The deer just adore the taste of tulips. Dear Husband suggested that I wait until payday, just one week away.
“Well,” I concluded with a sense of patriotic duty, “If everyone else in America is living from paycheck to paycheck, why can’t I? It reminds me of my childhood. It reminds me of my adolescence. My early adult years. My child-rearing years. My years before 2016, before Someone with my former initials exposed the criminals in those high places.”
I intend to shop online at Breck’s Bulbs. For decades, I’ve purchased bulbs, rhizomes, and corms from this capitalist enterprise. I do wonder, though, if the eco-loons in the Netherlands plan on mandating the use of tulip bulbs for food.
The Dutch farmers can prevent another Hongerwinter, the Hunger Winter of 1944-45 in the Occupied Netherlands.
The Netherlands are occupied, yet again, by enemies, except, this time, the enemy has been welcomed, subsidized, protected by the Elites from the Legal Citizenry. The homeland of my father’s people, just like his homeland, America, which is my homeland too — needs to be liberated from the loons within its own borders.
Farmers — everywhere — know how to make lemonade out of lemons. They’ve had enough practice, going back to Biblical times. You know, those 7 years of abundance, followed by 7 years of severe famine.
In FJB years, we’re all due a raincheck, a refund, a recount, a re-do, and a return to normalcy. Let’s make lemonade out of the lemons of FJB by transforming that apt acronym into KJV, the King James Version of where we oughta be . . .
Wherein the misfits who make lemons out of lemonade will still be sour-pussing, but no one pays attention to them anymore!