I am quite proud of the video I made today.
Don’t take it personally. If you’re reading this, odds are heavily in favour of it not being addressed to you.
See the title if you get a tad confused. If that doesn’t apply to you, then it’s not for you!
Anyhow, here it is :
The choice to address it to the viewer in the second person (“you”) was quite deliberate. This vid is me aiming flaming truth arrows right at the heart of the modern right wing in order to break through their thin patina of justifications and reveal unto them just what worthless fucking cowards they are for being such pathetic stooges.
And all because the alternative is to think for themselves. Unacceptable!
I pondered trying to work that angle of insult into the speech in today’s vid but it already has a small amount of topic drift so I left it out.
But perhaps that will be the angle for my next verbal tactical assault.
I posted that vid to BlueSky, of course. I know it will appeal to my fellow lefties. My hope is that it spreads far and wide enough that some actual right wing fucknut types will see it and feel the sting of my extraordinarily sharp observations that cut them to the quick.
One does what one can.
The dream, of course, would be for this to bring down a torrent of incoherent and badly misspelled abuse from MAGAts on my head. Think of all the fun I would have responding to these pinheads and crushing their tiny minds with my mental might.
Bring it, motherfuckers. I will strike you down with God’s own thunder.
Actually, fuck that. I will strike you down with MINE.
My butt problem continues. The inflatable donut is back – Joe used his magic powers of knowing where he left stuff or saw stuff to retrieve it – and it helps but my weight squooshes the air out of it pretty fast.
Guess I need something with a stronger valve.
Obviously I don’t want to start buying cushions again. I remember how none of them worked for me before, possibly because I am quite fussy when it comes to my comfort, especially the comfort of my big beautiful bum.
So right now I am rather uncomfortable and will be getting off the computer the moment I am done with my words in order to let said profound buttocks rest.
I wonder if there’s butt exercise I could do to build up its core strength.
I wish I knew what the hell I did to make the pain go away last time. Did I just subconsciously learn to sit a different way? A way that did not create pressure points to torture and torment me?
I have no idea. Like I said before, this problem seems to have been coming on slowly over a space of months, so it’s not going to be a simple matter of making an adjustment.
Something changed within the butt itself, and I wanna know what.
My ass wants answers, dammit!
I suppose I could talk about it when I see Doc Chao tomorrow about my high blood pressure. Clearly the hypertension is my top level concern but if he has some suggestions as to what to do with my butt, I’m all ears.
I just like saying butt a lot. Hee hee hee.
I’ve also had a few attacks of very mild shortness of breath lately. Nothing I would call 911 over, just feeling a little out of breath at odd moments, and earlier today I had a dizziness attack when I was getting my clothes for today off the shelves.
Once more, I was saved from a nasty fall by my giant bed.
Without it, I would have to go around wrapped in bubble wrap.
More after the break.
Feel so tired
I just came back from getting my supper out of the fridge and I am way more out of breath and tired than usual.
And that’s after a shorter trip than usual because all I had to do was grab my leftover Subway from last Saturday night plus a can of pop and a piece o’ fruit.
No waiting around for the microwave at all.
Maybe that’s the problem though – no pause in the middle. Hmm.
Anyhow, more worrisome than the being out of breath and my heart and head pounding and so forth is this scratchy, sore feeling in my lungs.
Uh oh. That feels distinctly viral. I will do my best to hydrate thoroughly and see if that fixes me up but if not, I might not make it to Kinsmen tomorrow.
Which would kinda suck.
I will still make it to my doctor’s appointment regardless, of course. Apparently I need it more than I even knew when I made it.
Like I said, it could all go away with sufficient fluid intake. We’ve been down this road together before, dear audience, and what seems dire turns out to be nothing or nothing much at any rate.
But I do not like the feel of it at all. This plus that dizzy spell I had earlier point toward there being something draining my system and I do not wish to end up with god damned pneumonia again so I am gonna be real careful about this.
I swear that my body chooses when it knows I will be going to the doctor in order to get ill. LIke on some deep level I have been suppressing my own symptoms and only the prospect of actual care can cause them to surface for real.
That’s a depressing thought.
I will keep you updated, dear readers. And I will be monitoring my own condition very carefully because if this gets worse, it’s off to UC or the ER for me.
Because I am NOT getting pneumonia again dammit!
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.