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Before the crash 4

A friend, who is perhaps not as allergic to leftist/progressive duck-speak recommended an article — albeit noticing that it was leftist, so saying some adaptation would be needed — as giving us some ideas for how to prepare to what is/will be to some extent a bad crash.

I mean, I don’t think I’m giving anyone news when I say that 2025 is going to be a mess, even if by some miracle we manage to beat fraud and get the usurper destroyers out of our in the US. Because they’re going to go insa...

Before The Crash 3

There is this article that a friend recommended as a preparation for the next year, because you know that whoever wins (I believe in miracles, despite the fraud) it’s going to be hell on earth, and for what comes after, as well, when we, hopefully, get to rebuild. (That article link is archived, because I’d rather not start a blog war. Not because I can’t hold my home, but because I’m buried in fiction and don’t have time.)

The article surprised me, both in its being useful, and in the le...

Before the crash 2

So, the setup for this is that a friend who is kinder and less sensitive to leftist BS than I, sent me this link (now archived in an attempt to not create a blog war) because he says some of his ideas apply to where we are, and what is happening this year, and next.

Because, let’s face it, whoever wins (I believe in miracles!) the left is going to try to drag us, screaming, into its psychodrama. At the heart of it it’s just that, of course, they don’t want to lose their places of privileg...

Before The Crash 1

The best way to think about what to do if there’s a crash is before the crash. Hopefully so far before it, that you can train yourself in mitigating strategies, so that when the crash starts to happen, you can stop it.

Note this is the driving-phobic woman speaking. I’ve only been in one crash while I was driving, and that was the result of forgetting my glasses and being profoundly astigmatic.

And for me, imagining crashes isn’t a great strategy, since what I’m afraid of is in fact ot...

Meme You Long Time

Bolt Hole

Where do you go when you need to hide? When everything is just too much, and the world is just not doing what it should, but you can’t fix it?

Because there are things you can’t do, and things you can’t fix. I almost drove myself insane in 2020, convinced there must be something I could do to stop the madness. If I just explained once more…

It is a side effect of playing with worlds, with made up histories, with empires that rise and fall in my mind. You get confused when it comes to t...

Self-Control by the Baloonatic

Self-Control by the Baloonatic

I have vague memories of Christmas as a child.

My parents didn’t have a lot of spending money, and my Dad was converting our house from a one floor schoolhouse to a two floor home, so it was always in a state of construction. This meant a lot of our Christmas presents were not new, but were often second hand. One year we all got skis, with poles and boots. One year it was bikes.

When it came to the items, I was often quite clever at finding the place...

This, That And The Other

The bad news is I forgot my Adderal this morning, which I only noticed when I realized it was 1 pm and I hadn’t done a heck of a lot, and even the post at Mad Genius Club took forever, though it was basically a ran on what annoyed me in recent reading.

I can’t explain what happens, but I’m going to assume I spend an inordinate time between sentences playing with these guys:

Or perhaps staring blankly out the window. Who knows. Or half and half. Honestly, the ADD becoming weaponized...

Replacement and Lackanookie

So, hey, can we talk? About that whole race replacement thing that the left thinks it’s doing?

Yesterday I got instantly salty at a commenter, (granted a new one, and I’m a bit paranoid right now for reasons) and realized it was because I hadn’t unpacked things in the text that I kind of need to, so we’re all on the same page.

Understand, I’m still possibly wrong — again, the whole crystal ball being on the blink thing. In fact, it’s never been not on the blink — but I don’t throw thin...

Cross My Palm With Silver

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Making predictions is difficult. Particularly about the future.

Of course, it sort of is my stock in trade as a science fiction writer. Kind of. Almost. Sideways, if you look at it with an eye half closed, so it doesn’t bite you (which is what you should do to 2024, btw. After the last four years? I ain’t trust it an inch.)

I mean, unless you assume G-d or whatever it is you, personally, calls whoever keeps this thing cranking (no, please. Sp...