CRY

Long story short because it’s complicated, but I was in a grocery store carpark, crying in my car at bout 7pm on Monday night. When I looked up, there was couple coming towards me. The woman grabbed the handle of the passenger;s side door saying “Oh noo, you need a hug, can I get in your car?” I was not paying attention so it caught me by surprise, which is very, very rare but my brain decided in that second that if she wanted to steal the bags etc, go ahead; that was par the course with the way my life had been going lately.

She snatched opened the door, then she saw that the seat was occupied with the shopping I’d just bought so she shut it and came around to my side. That was when I knew she wasn’t trying to roll me, but maybe she’d stab me instead(?) She squatted down, her lit cigarette blowing into my face, and asked me what was wrong and why I was crying. She looked like the mother of one of my exs in the light from the shopping centre. So, I was getting headfucked at the same time trying to figure out if it was her and how she could possibly be there, that side of the city without her walking aids.

This woman’s teeth were greyish and leaning on each other, in bad condition because…she was a crackhead, and I could tell she’d been drinking because her breath vaguely smelled of stale alcohol. She waved off her boyfriend who was waiting sa few metres away then asked me to tell her what was going on again, while she had her hands on me and holding my arms. So I gave her a brief rundown. I was so emotionally fucked, I actually did it, and she hugged me. She told me certain people weren’t worth it, and how brave I was etc. And it was like being in the bathrooms of a club when there’s a girl crying and you stop and talk to her to get her to see she is fuckn awesome because you don’t want to see a pretty girl’s makeup run anymore at a venue where she should be happy.

I’ve never been that girl, I’m usually one of the ones talking her down and reminding her she can do it, tomorrow is another day, she doesn’t need that shitty job/man/situation/whatever. And if anyone tries to pull that on me, I’m cynical and don’t need it because I’m “smarter” and can figure out my own shit, but this time…I just let it happen. I needed some sort epiphany from a crackhead guru that would hopefully be all I needed somehow.

It wasn’t really anything that made a lightbulb come on, just the usual rhetoric – you’re worth more than this situation kind of thing. Maybe it was all a scam and you don’t deserve this. You are awesome, you are brave and you have to stop crying. Then she started touching my face and literally wiping away my tears and it was creepy, cute and annoying of her…and pathetic (of me.)

I tried to find more meaning in it, because it was out of the ordinary, those kinds of things don’t happen to me. I don’t cry in my car in public, I don’t let people get that close – on a regular day I probably would have run her over, thinking she was trying to steal something or harm me. I probably would have waited until she got round the other side and then kicked her ass lol

My takeaway— was that some people have less, some are crackheads and you might write them off but we are all human and can recognise pain in each other. There are some things that make us all the same. And I felt so stupid but it was good timing, someone was actually kind to me in a moment of exceptional weakness, when the recent turn of events in my life have made me believe GOOD people and things no longer exist.

They Tased a Grandma

Yeah, well done.

There was a recent incident in which Australia police used a traser on a 95pound, 95 year old woman in an old folk’s home. Why?

Apparently she was “coming at them”….with a serrated steak knife…while using her walker…

Her walker.

Sooo she had an object obstructing her from reaching an officer, she was moving very slowly and they saw fit to deploy a taser, which at 95 years old would probably have similar effects to a gun/bullet, and she fell to the ground, hit her head and is now fighting for life in hospital. The footage is not going to be shown to the public because it is not in the “interests of the public.” We get made to delegate responsibility, can’t have vigilantes or even weapons to defend our own personal property or our lives but the people we pay to be in charge of doing it for us are so incapable that this embarrassing event happens? Ugh

Well done heroes.

Coronation

I’m not into the coronation stuff. But my mum is, she grew up in the UK, she likes the tradition and the ceremonial dress. I went to her house and she was watching a re-cap and…wow. I stood in the doorway and observed the spectacle for about 3 minutes. It was a room full of the worst people in the world! Climate grifters, pedos, failed musicians no one cares about anymore, and faceless people who have more money than you ever will.

Living in Australia also meant a spate of subsequent articles about just how rude Harry was, and that he seemed awkward and other things things that probably aren’t true and no one actually cares about. LOL

The coronation changes nothing for us in Australia, except maybe the money. Every coin and a few of our notes show Queen Elizabeth the 2nd’s face.
Other than that I’m not sure too many people paid any attention to the ceremony.

I made a vid on it. https://youtu.be/5cxe9F78xR8

BOBS at Court

I had to go to court for a friend. There was a TV in the foyer/waiting room, a morning show on, one of my most hated types; vacuous idiots pretending to be happy while you get ready and trudge to your dead-end slave gig. The opinions have to be empty so as not to upset their single mother, old people audience. If they do express an opinion, it has to be a simple one, pushes an agenda or parrots MSM talking points in order to lull the masses into being content in what they believe about the world.

The PTB have your best interests at heart, pay no attention to the war-mongering, opportunistic, power-hungry evil elite bastards behind the curtain. That’s just a conspiracy theory, or Russian propaganda. (LOL!)

At court, I sat on a couch that was too low, reluctantly listening to two mid-wit morning TV show hosts discussing the Biden bid for re-election. Apparently, the old dementia-ridden, puppet, joke of a shell had announced his official intention to run. That puppet with questionable morals and a history of gaffs and illegalities, is a joke and it was excruciating to sit near wide eyed and misinformed Australians gazing up at the TV in awe at this piece of dirt lying right to the world’s faces. With the MSM running cover and not allowing more than a few seconds footage of this tool, he gets along by your perception (built by the media) that everything is fine.

(*Let’s not forget, just because you don’t support one candidate, it doesn’t automatically mean you support any other instead. If that is the only paradigm your brain can manage, perhaps this post ain’t for you.)

The media protection surrounding certain administrations, pushes for big pharma products and the silencing of anyone who thinks differently has come to the forefront the last few years, even for the ones who weren’t awake to it before. It got me thinking about how “they” (PTB, whoever is in charge of a group of people in any given situation) can make up a reality and cram it down from the top to make everyone accept it in order to get on with their own lives.

All of the dystopian movies are coming true! The one that keeps coming to mind, and I will mention it in an Ever Something to Say ep, is The Giver. The movie starring Katie Holmes and based on the book by Lois Lowry, shows a world where colour is banned, anything stimulating like playing games, kissing someone, arguing, questioning is frowned upon and not allowed.

The are parts where children are scolded for using “precision of language.” Anything potentially emotive (though minuscule and benign) is not allowed.

While I sat in court later, watching the lawyers choose and reject certain jurors I was thinking of how the PTB and our western culture wants to make everything woke, but reality is different. And, despite their efforts to brainwash, we must never forget the truth.

Watching regular people be asked to be jurors on a trial brought a lot of (utterly ridiculous) questions from them. I was privvy to sit among them while they were brought to the courtroom and told the rules. I’m stuck between thinking that it’s a good idea to have a jury of your peers/the public who come from different walks of life/different biases/different experiences to all agree on the same verdict ….and also that there needs to be some sort of litmus/IQ/intelligence/knowledge about the court system and ramifications of conviction or not. It made me think about how easy it is for idiots who know nothing to have a hand in making or breaking someone’s life.

For all the virtue signalling, pretending not to see differences in skin colour, style, personalities, sexualities. The court system, for example, relies on stereotypes and first impressions.

FOR A REASON.

These observations have served us for centuries. It’s stupid to think you can genuinely be completely blind to these factors no matter how many pronouns, Ukrainian flags or black fist emojis you put in your lame bio.

The nature of the court case made it so the lawyer for the plaintiff/prosecution stopped 2 men from going to the jury box. One was a slightly over-middle-aged white man in a Hi-vis FIFO/Wharfie jacket. Let me explain that to you in Aussie.

Older dude, grey hair, beard, high vis jacket. Working on the wharf or in the mines means he most likely (*stereotype) frequents mining towns where prostitution is legal or skimpy bartenders etc are rampant. His attitude towards women might be sexist and see them just as objects.

The second guy was a shiny Indian man with overly-gelled hair and wearing leather from top to bottom. All you need to remember is what you know and the phrase “bobs and vagene.” The internet has cottoned onto an unfortunate stereotype that has been perpetuated by gross men of that persuasion. Is it all of them? No, that doesn’t matter here, the lawyer went on probability and fuck your feelings.

The lawyer for the other side stopped 2 females going into the jury box.

One was big, tall, alternatively dressed with purple hair. I know the look so I’d have let her go up because it was alternative but she was on the bigger side and often those girls choose to be alternative because it supplies them with better clothes for their size. But purple hair, to the, untrained eye, screams FEMINAZI. The other lawyer must have thought she would instantly be on the side of the female plaintiff.

The second woman to be rejected was turned away, most likely for the same/but different reasons. She had come to court in a figure-hugging black dress, her underwear (bra etc) was visible through the strained fabric, she had small tattoos everywhere and a truckload of makeup on. I imagine this one got turned away because she looked like she would be on the side of the plaintiff in the way some women scream they should be able to walk down a street naked at night and have nothing happen to them.

(Yes, that would be nice, but reality isn’t all sunshine and criminals exist.)

If the judge had overridden (can’t happen btw) the choices to exclude some jurors because it was seemingly “racist,” “sexist” “class-ist?” You wouldn’t get a non-biased jury.

Do I think this is a foolproof way to look at the world? NO, Hell….look at me.

I can usually walk among the cuck lefties and brainwashed because of THEIR bias, a brown female that at times chooses to put in old facial piercings. Our own bias is sometimes a downfall or keeps us from meeting a new friend or having new interactions with different people but they have also prevented trouble or negative interactions too.

You’re not racist, sexist, class-ist or other but given two streets to walk down, I know you are choosing the one with the woman pushing the stroller and not the one with 5 teen boys coming towards you, right?

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