Nobody Remembers the Cardinal and Disney
How magical Disney was and how sad I remember feeling when I first saw this scene. Snow White was dead! Oh no!
But then, the prince came, kissed her, and woke her up! Joy! Cue in the music and watch Snow White kiss Dopey, and ride off with her prince.
Happy endings, remember those? Disney was great at them.
This scene reminds me of my best friend from High School. Her parents got divorced and so she moved to L.A. with her mom. The next year, I flew out to visit her, and one of my fondest memories was going to Disneyland with her, and we sat on the steps of the Castle and watched the crowds leave at midnight. We talked about this scene. We both thought, at that young age, that Disney had betrayed us. Would we ever find true love? Why did he torture us? She didn’t think so, and I didn’t know. I certainly didn’t want to give up hope. We sat there for hours talking about life. My friend never married, and she died at 47, from a cancerous brain tumor. But before she died in Hospice I told her to “send me a sign”.
And this is what happened…
Her funeral was coming up, and I wanted to send something very special, so I went to the local flowership in the neighborhood. Two ladies ran the shop, a mother and daughter.
” I want to order a BIG ALL RED FLOWERS wreath, I told them. My friend was a BIG fan of the Cardinals in St. Louis.”
So, we were talking and all of a sudden both women started screaming. WTHeck I thought? What could possible make these two scream like that?
And there, flying around was a RED cardinal bird. It had flown in through the back door, all the way up to the front.
Both ladies seemed hysterical. So I said…“Hey, it’s only a cardinal, shhh…I’ll go catch it.
The little guy was standing still on the floor. I held out my hand, and sure enough, he got on. (What are the odds?)
I stood up, and slowly walked him over to the checkout counter. “See, it’s just a cardinal!” I stood there holding him up, and the ladies look at me as if I was missing a few screws.
“I’ll got out the back and let him go.” I finally said. I could tell they didn’t want me to stand there holding him even though I was having fun looking at him.
It was quite a walk to the back door, but the little bird sat still as can be in the palm of my hand.
When I got outside he didn’t move. I thought he’d fly away. But no. So I walked him over to the nearest tree, and tried to get him onto the branches. He just would NOT get on. Mmmmmm is he stunned I thought? No, he didn’t look stunned and I didn’t remember him hitting anything. He just kept looking at me.
After about 5 minutes of me trying to get him to get on a branch, and getting rather frustracted, I thought..and then spoke.
“Is this Shelly? It’s you isn’t it Shelly? This your sign? This is SO like you, always joking around! Shelly, you KNOW I can’t take you home! Mom and the dog are waiting for me in the car, you can’t go with me.”
The bird didn’t budge.
I started to laugh. Good thing there wasn’t any people around. I was talking to a bird. Really. After another few minutes, I put him on the ground. Didn’t want to, but I couldn’t spend an hour holding this little guy in my hand. So, in the grass he went. And then, Instantly flew away.
At the funeral, the next day, there was my wreath at the head of the casket.
And I still think to this day, that was Shelly’s sign. She had a wicked sense of humor. It would be just like her to do that. Tease me by not getting off my hand.
As for Disney? Like Elon Musk said, he would be rolling in his grave if he knew how WOKE Disney land had become. I’m glad I have the memory of spending that day with my best friend and sitting on the steps of that magical Castle.
So, what’s the point Joyanna?
Don’t lose your old VHS movies. Someday you will show them to your grandchildren, and know that the innocence of the young was once treasured by a genius of a man named DISNEY. Who KNOWS what will happen to that great American company in the future.
To Correct the Obvious
Nobody Reports
One of my last blogs was taken by some to be a PITY post. I was looking for pity? On the contrary, I posted a rather serious event in my life to make the point that maybe if more of us TALKED about our past, as kids, there were be more understanding in the world.
I think more women should be talking about their painful abortions. The emotional toll. Do you know that in Japan they have a wall of the children that were aborted? They moarn…publicly? What? Are we so afraid of the truth, that we are bowing like sheep in shame? Hogwash. The truth is the economy has been so bad, and marriages destroyed, that women felt it impossible to have a child. Vivek talked about this.
Good for him.
For instance, the ‘race’ baiting stuff going on in the news. Maybe if the blacks would tell incidents where they were hurt, and whites would tell their point of view, we’d have some ammunition to fight all this nonsense about– “Whites are back an no good, blacks can steal, politicians are great, Jews are bad, Muslims are really good.” Regular people should have these conversations. Not just the news commentators who by the way, are making money keeping everybody divided.
It’s the game show of diversity! Stop in!
What did that event in my childhood do? I never thought about it much until now. I was writing about it NOW, to look at it from the years in the future.
My brother grew up to be a very successful entertainer, and everyone in the family was proud of him. My mom became an excellent business woman, my dad…he was great golfer, and I was successful in many of my own endeavers. So, don’t pity me….pity the poor people in the wars overseas. And if you think I was wanting PITY? Then that’s your own ego and whatever judging my reflections. You have been very lucky indeed. Or you yourself have suffered even more.
Here’s my heart…and a hug. Share it.
There are many heartaches going on in the world. I pity Trump, Elon Musk, and many of the men and women who fight for us everyday, the people being killed in wars. Notice, they don’t put the families on TV much do they? When was the last time you heard a RUSSIAN mother cry for her son?
Many want to put up a brave face…See me? I’m great. I’m brave. I have the stiff upper lip. ..and act like they can handle it, but some of us are…what is the word–are ‘sensitive?” Mrs. O. knows what I am talking about…it’s not anything to be ashamed of. It just means we are ‘wired’ that way, and in a way, we feel more pain more intensly, but oh, we feel more happiness too. You should feel our happiness, right Mrs. O,? (How are those grandchildren coming?)
Can I help it if it struck a cord? Well, sorry. I guess I need to kept my thoughts to myself. That’s what the elites WANT…don’t you get it? Don’t complain. Do what you are told. Shutup.
Everybody does that. They hide their experiences. My intention was to show, as many people do in their books, that life is hard. And you can’t get over nightmares unless you face them. I am finally holding that little girl, who I am STILL so proud of, now.
And to my brother? If I offended you, maybe you should have taken me up on that lunch. I will always love you, no matter what.
I could be wrong about this, but somebody has to say, “Let’s talk.”
BEWARE: White Women Everywhere
Nobody Remembers: I happen to remember a time when white women were not scary. When did this nonsense start? White woman being horrified of themselves being ‘racist.’ Is there some alien lazer propaganda machine in the sky pointed at everyone’s head, and it fills these rediculous thoughts into their brain? YOU ARE WHITE. YOU ARE BAD. YOU WILL SAY YOU ARE BAD. YOU WILL GIVE ALL YOU HAVE TO THOSE THAT ARE NOT WHITE…SHAME SHALL COME UPON YOU AND YOUR CHILDREN.
The “Hey I married a black guy!” is now an extra brownie point that will prove you can now be trusted to help humanity.
You can laugh..at these young women, or…wait until the black guy punches them in the head and steals their car in the middle of Michigan Avenue. Wait…is that still there? They pretend to hate themselves?
I’m not so sure, I think they really do.
How a Horse Saved my life
The Child is Mother to the Woman. OR…How a Horse Saved my Life
Nobody Knows
This is going to be a HARD one to write. People don’t usually talk about horrors that happen in their childhood, but recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about this. A lot of what happens in our childhood affects us as adults. It makes us who we are.
Some of us have happy childhoods, two parents, some do not.
And I’ve come to the conclusion that people SHOULD talk about it. Preferably to your local bartender or drunk, skip the psychiatrist, they are pretty worthless when it comes to this stuff I’ve found.
Soldiers are committing suicide daily because they are just not talking about all the pain inside.
I was thinking the other day about men of war. WWII men never talked about what they went through, most men that have gone through war…just don’t. The rule of thumb is, just forget it. Go on. Shit happens. BE A MAN. Watch some war movies. I recently saw a Vet on video crying uncontrollably because he wanted to end his life, he was crying for help. The police were trying to help him, but couldn’t. Oh, my heart.
So, Nobody Wonders, if not telling future generations about horrors of your life is wise? Have you noticed VERY few women talk about their abortions? Very few. They might say. Oh, I took showers with my dad all my life, but so what?
He’s the President, so it’s okay. (Biden) It’s treated as normal.
Is that good? Would we have less war if we knew the horrors? Less abortions? Less rapes? They show it in movies, but movies…are…almost just not real.
Elon Musk is the only man I can think of that has admitted he had a rough childhood because of his dad. He was beat up a lot. His dad was a monster. That took some guts being as famous as he is.
And I’m glad he did it.
And because of that, I have decided to look into my childhood, to analyzes myself, and decipher, what REALLY happened in my childhood horror.
While I’m at it, I wonder what happened in Obama’s and Hillary’s childhood? We can guess Bill Clinton’s…but that’s another topic.
I realized it wasn’t the horror itself, it was the way it affected my family forever.
THE HORSE
For background, I was a real tomboy growing up in the swamps of Naples, Florida. I played all day in the palmetto bushes and trees in back of our house. Sand everywhere, snakes, gators, it was fantastic to me. It was perfect, I was the happiest of happy kids.
Back then, the parents told the kids “Get out of the house, go play.” (LOL…I often wonder if my mother truly WANTED to rid of me…. anyway.)
It was about 3 that afternoon, I was about five, and all the kids were playing in the sandlot down by the railroad tracks, a good ½ mile down from our house. There weren’t many houses down there. And then, I saw it…
My first horse. It was golden. It was beautiful. Some older kid was on it, was giving rides to all the boys (I was the only girl) and oh, how jealous I was. My older brother got a ride and went home. It was the most magnificent creature I had ever seen. One by one, he gave all the kids a ride. Why won’t he give ME one? PLEASE! PLEASE! I was holding my hand up, jumping up and down, I couldn’t think of anything in the whole world I wanted to do more than to get to take a ride.
Why not me? Why?
These rides went on for about it seemed eternally, and then finally as the kids drifted off, the kid said to me, “Do you want to ride now?”
Oh boy! He put me up front.
I remember we left the sandlot, and went back into the woods. These were MY woods…I was confident. I’d walked these paths every day, but the feeling of the horse between my legs…felt like I was sitting on a heavenly seat of rolling ease. The smell was godly. The way the horse walked… strolling from side to side, as if time was not important. And it did lose track of time. I remember touching his mane. I didn’t even care about the guy behind me. I was in the most heavenly spot-on earth.
And then…I felt, the boy’s hand on my crouch. It was big. And it kept rubbing me, and he kept saying “Let me do something to you, it will only take a minute, your mom and dad did it. It will be okay”
Well, instinctively that did scare me, so I used the horse as an excuse.
“No, I want to keep riding.” So, minutes went by, and he kept asking, and I kept saying…no…no…and frankly, in my mind if that’s all I have to put with, him rubbing me (it didn’t hurt) even though it creeped me out. So be it.
Then by his words, I could stay on that horse longer. I didn’t want to get off.
Suddenly, I noticed it was getting dark. The shadows on the ground told me, it was getting late.
I knew I had to go home soon. I told him so. He kept saying it wouldn’t take long, and we could ride more…we just had to get off the horse for a minute.
“Okay, okay.” I spoke. Annoyed.
He led me to the bushes. Told me to lie down. And then, he started to take off my clothes. My pants…I started to cry…He looked as big as a gorilla in front of me, and I thought I saw him pull out a knife.
Later on, I wondered if it was his penis because I had never seen one, so my memory might be a bit fizzy on that, after all, I had a hard time seeing through my tears.
NOW…are you ready for the next part? This is where it gets interesting:
Right when he was going to put the ‘knife’ in me, I heard my mother scream my name…” JOYCE!!” at that exact moment in time.
I turned my head and screamed back as loud as I could “Mom! Mom! Mom!”
The giant got up, and left in the other direction. I somehow managed to put my clothes back on (I think) and ran out through the bushes…there was two cops’ cars there, headlights flashing and my mom, and all the time I ran to her I kept saying “Mom…it’s okay! I’m okay! He didn’t have a gun mom!” Over and over, I kept telling her not to cry, because he didn’t have a gun!”
Think about that. I was the adult, comforting the mother. The whole time, I was comforting my mother.
The ride in the cop car was strange to a little kid. They took me to a doctor’s office who examined me gently and told my mom that I had semen on my stomach, and that…get this, I’d probably grow up to be promiscuous. WHAT? Trust me; I’ve never been promiscuous. One man woman, always. (Stupid doctor)
YEARS later, when my mother was in her 50s. She also told me that the same kid had a week before raped a young girl my age, killed her with a knife and threw her in a lake. She was dead. He was the sheriff’s son, and try as much as they could, they could prosecute him. They said he was ‘retarded.’ Can you imagine my parent’s anger that they couldn’t even prosecute him?
Analyzing…
For the next few days, I was left pretty much in my bedroom. Then one morning, after my dad had gone to work at his Phillips 66 station that my mother’s father had bought him, she came into my room with a huge belt and beat me. She was crying, hysterical, screaming, and I kept asking “What did I do? What did I do?” I was crying…Tell me, tell me!! Why oh why was she beating me? She had never done that before. But what was worse is that I did NOT know why? And she wouldn’t tell me. No matter how often I asked her to.
Kafka. No trial, no explanation. Nothing.
The rest of the week I stayed in my bed hugging my Raggedy Ann doll and looking at her heart. Thank GOD there was heart there. If my mother hated me, and I’d never know why, at least I had Raggedy Ann. I STILL have that doll.
Now, to this day, if there is any kind of whipping scene in a movie, I get up, leave the room or quickly change the channel. The emotional pain of the fury of the mother you love, always comes rushing back. She was not much of a hugger after that. She took care of her family, really great in every way…but love? REAL love, smiles, hugs?
That was not her style.
After that event, my father disappeared from my life. He was there, but never talked to me. Neither did my mother, until we were older.
My older brother became their star.
And I escaped into the world of books.
THE CHILD IS MOTHER TO THE WOMAN.
So, I’m 71, just now thinking back on all of this and how it affected my life. And I come up with two things.
- Think about it. IF I had NOT loved that horse so much, and had agreed sooner to get off, I no doubt would NOT be writing this. Recently I made a HORSE bedroom. Here’s a few pictures. Thank you.
- AND…if she had not called my name at that exact minute…I would be dead. That brings us to luck? Synchronicity? The universe saving me? Something.
- I think this sort of stuff happens all the time.
Recently, Mel Gibson released a film on children sex trafficking. Sound of Freedom. Everybody should see it. If you don’t think ANY kind of rape does not affect a person’s life, you might as well go join the cartels.
And I hope you get shot. We must ALL start protecting the children. My God. We must.
Being so far away from the incident I can imagine that probably my father blamed my mother for not watching out for me that day. I’m sure my brother didn’t let her know. It probably caused a major upsetting event in both their lives, and for many years. But they stayed married…for the kids.
Later on, in life my mother and I became close friends. I didn’t grow up to be a prostitute. (LOL) and I also shared the love of horses with her. Now, after being a parent, I can forgive whatever horror that she and my father went through after having this event happen to them. After all, as Jordan Peterson always says, Life is hard. VERY hard.
Look at the good side and be glad you survived. There is always another day as Scarlett claimed.
What did I get out of telling you this? I don’t know. Probably I don’t think enough people search their hearts for WHY their parents did the things they did. They are too busy living their lives, and if parents are cruel, they don’t look any further. What happened in THEIR lives to make them that way?
What were THEY going through? How does any human turn out to be a monster?
I’m not sure what to do, but you know what? I have a BEAUTIFUL room in my basement with nothing but horse pictures because in my mind, that horse, saved my life.
He did. He did.
It’s High Noon: Elon Musk
Nobody Reports:
“There is nothing more subject to rapid change then human psychology. The psyche of the masses embraces a whole world, a world of almost limitless possibilities, breathless calm and raging storm, base treachery and supreme heroism—Rosa Luxemburg German Socialist leader.”
Okay, socialists are nutjobs, but the quote hit me because I just got off X. And I think these global serpentine bullies have just awakened the wrong man. The place was buzzing with fight, excitement and strong resistance.
Elon is leading us all to that. Just last week, he gathered some of the finest minds on the planet to let them all speak. Truths we know. Elon finally let these men speak. Men Like Tucker Carlson and Alex Jones, who have had their very lives turned into sawdust.
And Elon is asking X to fill up with MORE of them. Reach the world!
There is an eagle coming, and it loves to eat snakes.
Elon bought Twitter, and X for freedom, for us, and as most say, X now is the only place that is not controlled by these ELITES who have decided to rule the earth. Or punish us all. And we’d better not talk about it.
President Trump is mild next to Elon Musk. Of course, he has to stay Presidential, we understand. Trump can’t say “fuck off.” They’d crucify him.
But Elon can. And he did. And it was like the ‘shot heard around the world.’
Somewhere in the deep throat of Brussels, bandages were handed out. Aspirin. Lots of cognac. Here, have my hankie.
And that’s what they are trying to do to Elon now. Destroy him. Like they are trying to Destroy Trump.
Biden is after him, and according to the FCC Brendan Carr, so is the DOJ, FAA, FTC, NLRB SDNY, FWS, and that’s only the tip of it.
But heroes are made from ashes. You would THINK they’d know that, but no, they are just too damn full of themselves.
These people are just plain…evil. Biden is suffering from insanity, and Obama from pure hatred. Both are arsonists lighting fires all across our country. All over the WORLD.
And blaming the white people.
Obama just produced a movie on Netflix where not only are white people are attacked, but Elon’s Tesla’s. And how many people are going to buy this lie? Not being talked about is the recent MONK movie, where the villain is an ELON MUSK clone. He murders, and they capture him and put him in jail.
Oh, and they are putting MORE fear into everyone by repeating that America is going to be hit with an EMP, so our lives will be over. Get ready you dogs. Might happen before you die of Covid, or Ebola.
Klaus the depraved is also threating that. So what? Are they going to blame an EMP attack on who? Elon? Trump? White people? Putin?
Those elite pusillanimous, white-livered, bastards. They truly go to bed at night dreaming of putting both Trump and Elon in jail.
Elon stood up to Disney too. They are destroying America’s most beloved vacations. Pollyanna has been dumped into Beelzebub’s lair, to watch Barbie sacrifice the next male of his manhood. While Goofy watches Pluto turn into a weird space blob who goes to China and fights Panda’s.
And there’s more!
Elon told Jeff Bezos, to ‘get out of your hot tub and yacht’ …or get out of your dreams, and into my car…. or to a normal woman watching his latest girlfriend…Jeff, what were you thinking?
Today, we witnessed the ‘base treachery of Biden, and the supreme heroism’ of Elon, a man whose brain is firing faster than, the speed of light. I think today, his thoughts and words, probably reached the middle of the galaxy by now.
You remember the old saying “First they came for the Jews…” He is telling Harvard to fire their board. And THEN building schools for kids who will be taught to THINK, create, learn…
Oh, we can’t have THAT now, can we? We have Congressmen who think that islands can be sunk by Oprah Winfrey. Mumm….
So, I dare to repeat the above quotation:
“There is nothing more subject to rapid change then human psychology. The psyche of the masses embraces a whole world, a world of almost limitless possibilities, breathless calm and raging storm, base treachery and supreme heroism—Rosa Luxemburg German Socialist leader.”
This Nobody Thinks a world of limitless possibilities are coming.
And the rapid change in the human race…will follow.
Thanks to the one hero who was not afraid to bet his fame, fortune, and very life, even to go to jail…and that one man was Elon Musk.
Starman is BACK.
My Greatest Regret: Phoenix Stars
The other day while scrolling on X, I saw this question: What’s your biggest regret?
I wondered what most people would say: I messed up my first marriage: I drink too much: I wish I hadn’t made my kid go to college: I shouldn’t have moved to California: I should have just gotten my dying dad out of that hospital during Covid: I shouldn’t have worn my cowgirl hat to that important business meeting in Hartford, and have all the men look at me as if I was from Mars.–my mother warned me.
(You should always listen to your mother.)
I shouldn’t have let the dog have fun with that $40 shoe.
You know the typical stuff you read.
But, here’s where I get weird: My biggest regret? One word– Phoenix.
Phoenix was one of my biggest regrets. And I STILL think about it.
I’m not sure how many years ago this was, I try to forget it. I used to fly out to Scotttsdale/Phoenix from St. Louis to see a doctor named Mark Starr. I had read his book on Hypothyroidism Type 2, and he became my doctor. On the last visit, my husband and I went up to see Frank Llyod Wright’s house. Our plane left in 6 hours. I thought we could squeeze it in. That’s me sitting out in front.
When we got there, it was closed (darn) but sitting outside on the wall was a young woman, waiting for an Uber. She had been waiting for an hour. As we sat with her, we watched the sunset over the city, night came quickly, and I had to make a most important decision of my life: Because you see, I had wanted to go out into the desert to see the stars. For just ONCE in my life..to see all the stars that I had seen in pictures of the Milky Way, my heart had wanted this for all of my life, ever since I first noticed the universe sitting in the backseat of Dad’s car, with my blankie, looking up and realizing just how puny, small, and insignificant I really was. I was…nothing. Nothing. Where did all that come from? I also knew, that not only me, but my parents and just about everyone else on the earth was outnumbered. We were all nothings in my little mind. I hide under my blanket. Scared. “Dad what are those?” I asked.
My dad was kind, “Oh, those are stars.” he said calmly. The moment was etched in my brain as if the fire had burned that image forever. I STILL remember that moment.
So…just once, before I died, I wanted to see stars. REALLY see the stars. Not just a few points of light in my backyard. I knew I’d probably never get another chance. I wanted to fly out to the desert lay on the ground, look up, and be in total wonder of the universe. My heart was racing. It was a horrible moment in my conscious. Surely, leaving the woman alone is just…wrong. I knew it. I aslo knew I could not do it. I’d been in too many bad situations, and I just couldn’t. I’d hate myself.
But there was a problem. That lady was NOT going to be picked up. The desert was at least a 2 hour drive. If we didn’t leave right away, we’d miss our flight back. My husband I knew, did NOT want to make the drive. And I, I had to make the decision. Do I leave this poor woman all alone out here in the dark? She had no other ride but uber. Or us. Or do I just leave and see the stars?
So, in about an hour, another uber driver finally made it to pick her up, and we made it to our flight.
Well, you can guess, I did the RIGHT thing. But to this day, I wonder…should I have gone against all the very being of my fiber and said “Screw it, let’s go. Hope you make it home” or did I do the right thing?
Well, yes. It was right. Still, talk about regrets. Oh my. It haunts me to this day.
Wednesday night, the Geminid Metero Shower will be seen, if you care to go look. Nothing is cooler than seeing a “falling” star. Wishes are made. Laugher is usually followed. And that’s about as close as I get to it.
I remember once, when my son was about 9, he had one of his best little buddies spend the night. This kid was a pip. Josh Davies. I must admit, he was my favorite of all his friends. When he spent the night, I never knew what those two would get up to. One morning when Josh slept over, I went out to get the mail, It was 5 in the morning and they were both hiding in my bushes in the front yard.
“Have you guys even BEEN to bed?” No, of course not. You can tell I’m not exactly a ‘perfect’ parent. There’s too much kid in me.
So, I love kids. So when Josh visited again I said, “Hey, do you guys want to go up on the roof and watch the falling stars.?” Are you kidding! They were as excited as I was.
We took blankets, some munchies, and got a ladder and climbed up on the roof (carefully) and watched the show. Falling stars. Wish, laugh. We had the BEST of times. So much fun Josh told his parents what we did. I’m sure his mother really was…annoyed, but his Dad was cool about it.
“I’m sorry really, I made sure they were safe, really. Sorry.”
So yes, I’ve seen a few showers. But the kind you see in the pictures? sigh. Iput them on my wall.
Since most of us can’t see us who live in the cities, we just ignore it. Machio Kaku, explained it well. Most of us are just a bunch of fishes underwater, and never look up. It’s just a pretty night.
We leave it to our science fiction writers, astronauts, explorers, and scientists, to give us a taste of the mystery of the stars. Star Wars, Star Trek….Doctor Who. We watched them all and dreamed.
Someday, I hope to see the first man step on the moon again. And then Mars.
Elon Musk will do it. You know he will. I just hope I am around to see it.
I really don’t want any more regrets. Do you?
Men’s Visions And Reality
Nobody’s Opinion
I’ve been following Jordan Peterson’s blogs on the internet…and he said one thing that was very revealing. Men go on vision, image, when it comes to women. They are hard-wired that way. That’s why more money is spent on porn than any other venue on the internet.
Trump once made an innocent statement about (You can almost just grab their pussies) showing how amazed he was at how being famous drew so many women to him. They tried to destroy him for that.
They didn’t succeed did they?
Women KNOW this, but not really. I found out when I was about 19, becauuse MEN do not talk about their obession with those visions. They KNOW women would just leave.
It was my first and really major depression in my life. I couldn’t get out of bed. I had about enough energy to brush my teeth. But I had a job…as a drummer in a trio. We played at a nearby honkertonk five nights a week. Every night there would be about 100 people in the bar. Back then, you played whatever was popular on the radio. My dad had to drive me to work. That’s how bad I was. Still, all I had to do was play the drums, and go home. My dad would pick me up, even though it was quite a drive and he had to get up the next day. I got off at 2pm in the morning.
As I sat on my drums, in a state-like coma, I could hear the two guys talking. The guitar player and the bass player. I’m sure they had NO idea that I could hear them. And whenever they stopped singing, they would say, “Wow, look at the boobs on THAT one!” This went on throughout the night. Finally, I noticed something strange. Since my mind was already at a blank stage, I was amazed to find out that everytime I saw a woman’s big boobs, I got horney. Not for women, but for sex with men. That’s when I realized that men are already hard wired to be attracted to the most beautiful women, the best boobs, the best looking, they can’t help themselves. BUT…realizing the porn industry, I wondered just how many men’s appetite was supercharged with the propaganda of porn. My god, I can’t imagine thinking about sex so much…woman are not that way. They are nesters. DNA pushed to want children, one partner, like nature, and so, they try to look the best they can to entice the men. BUT…the men now, can have two, three, four women since the great reset of the sixities and the great porn extravaganza that has come with the internet.
Just the other day, I listened to a young man who was having sex with three woman at once, and seemed okay with that. One of the women he was dating was having sex with all of them too.
So, what does that leave us? Do you want to talk about repopulation? May not happen. Why should a man stick with one woman, when he can five or six? Why? Vivek said something great during his recent debates…men should also be held responsible for all the abortions. Children are expensive. This “It’s her choice” BS is putting all the load on the woman to raise the kids. Men get off..in more ways than one. I could talk about this, abortions are making a lot of people a lot money—but here’s another thing:
Trump has also commented on why so many people are fat. What’s going on here? I can tell you now when I see a fat person my heart goes out them. I’m overweight…not by much…but for the last two years I’ve tried to lose weight and couldn’t. Read Maye Musk’s book. Sometimes men can be so demanding you just get low self esteem. Cortisol levels are going out the roof. And why? No sleep. Husband is taking his work problems home. You can’t talk much.
Hormones in our food…(Just walk your local grocery store.) Our thyroids are being destroyed. There is market to fatten the cows, the chickens AND the humans. It’s called, “MONEY”.
Not many people talk about it. Trump had the guts too. God bless that man.
Recently, I started losing weight. 10 pounds in one week. I’m not fat, but I sure could lose 20 pounds, who couldn’t? A teenager. I am not hungry at all anymore. Offer me a cookie, uh no thanks. In fact, all food is rather annoying. Did I fall in love on the cyberspear? Was it endorphins? Was I just not sleeping, over tired? And why is it that even the young are getting fat, and by the way, what does that do to everyone’s sex life? Men want that perfection. They are hard wired.
By the way, that’s me at 71`. With my friends new corvette. Taken last month.
Not good. The young women, give up. I’ve seen many a older woman die her hair blue. Gays are being promoted as the new norm. Think that’s not just another form of “Hey, you lonely because you’re fat and ugly? TRY THE NEW SEX!”
The blacks around are wearing tight clothes and you can see every roll. And they are young. WTH? So then you have the internet, with filters and now they can make movie stars look fabulous. If you saw them in person..what? And now, fat is being promoted in ads, in movies. They KNOW you are getting fat, and they don’t care. Follow the money.
And what does this lead to? More porn, less babies. And lots of lonely people.
It’s just my Nobody Opinion of course. But think about it. Somebody wins, and it’s not humanity.
Men have always desired the finest woman they can get. But mostly, when they reach a certain age, they throw them out. It takes a wise man to realize that there is such a thing as plastic surgery, and love, and two people growing old together, sharing their lives.
And there are not many of those left. When I turn to my husband and complain about not having the time to eat right, or even exercise, he always said. “We are growing old together…right? We knew this would happen.” Maybe he is just being kind. Whenever there is a sex scene on TV, he closes his eyes in respect to me. We turn the channel. It’s rather sweet. Still, I’m determined to keep taking those wonderful pills that make me sleep. After two years of trying hard, all it took was a simple pill?
After all, melotin is about gone when your my age, and babies, and teenagers have TONS of it. The stuff on the market is not as potent.
If you have someone you love. Hold onto them. And remember guys, you grow old too. If you can you can get the younger woman, you get the new car to hope she gets in it. Have as many kids as you can. But if you have a wise women, help her. We know you are hardwired. But we are people too. There is plastic surgery, pills, and lots of love. Nothing is impossible…they have pills, hormone replacement, whatever.
Still, this change in our culture will go on. I used to play gigs in the local playboy club. It was pretty cool. My brother was in the band, goodlooking, talented, and all the girls wanted him. One day, back in the dressing room, a playboy bunny came up to me MAD as hell because my brother was lying to her. He had several other sex partners on the side. I was like, “Hey, sorry, thats just my brother.” She was furious.
He once was engaged to a sexy woman, who one day found porn tapes of him and 9 other girls he had been dating. Haha. Stupid is as Stupid does. He found a girl who didn’t care. They are still married.
That’s probably going to be the new normal. Still…
Life goes on, and what is the ending?
Now they are pushing porn to the kids.
You…tell me. Humanity swimming in porn? Visions of perfection? Abortions?
We may not even make to the moon.
The Synchroncity of Mathematical Impossible Moments
Nobody Wonders:
Short note…Carl Jung wrote books about synchroncity. And Nobody really knows how this happens. Things that happen at a time when most people never put it together…the events. Things that you would think couldn’t happen in a million years. Do.
Tonight I had one of those happen…and they’ve happened to me many many times.
I was out with my husband, and dog, looking at Christmas Lights in old town St. Charles. When my husband got a call on his cell phone. Answers to a blood test.
Let’s just say, it was NOT good news.
Too shocked for words, I went into one of my favorite stores to buffer myself, my emotions…and then I heard..Pentatonix singing “Mary did you know” by Pentatonic on the radio. Now, probably only Mrs O can confess to this song, and I was playing it just a few days ago, in fact I posted it on X and here…it moves my soul everytime I hear it.
Most of you will see NO synchronicity in this at all. But to me it was a ‘message.’ The owner of the store, asked if I was okay. And I told him I was listening to his radio.”It’s my favorite Christmas song” I told him.
Then I told him my “news”, and the sorrow in his eyes filled mine with tears.
I remember when my mother died. She was my best friend. I held on for a few days, but then one day I was standing at the kitchen counter and “HER” song came on. I fell to the floor sobbing.
Because you see, HER song was written in the 1940’s. “Always” was the song. “I’ll be loving you…always.” It’s a beautiful ballet and it was my mother and fathers ‘song.’ That’s why she loved it.
I was a musician and every week I had to go to the store to buy the lastest records on the top 40 list to play for that week. And I ALWAYS searched for that song for her. (This was before the internet) We are talking weekly for over 30 years, going to many record stores and never finding it. Ever. I’d come home and say, “I looked, mom, couldn’t find it.”
So, what are the the odds, that on the day that I was so overwhelmingly crushed by her loss that at the very moment, as I fell to my knees, on the radio…that song was played….”I’ll be loving you…always.”
I havn’t heard that song since.
Now when I heard Pentatonic on the radio singing “Mary did you know?” I thought “What message is this?” Was it sent to sooth me, give me strenght that somewhere in the universe something was trying to comfort me?
What universal dark matter caring magical moment of space and time, can DO this?
I don’t know. And nobody else does either.
It’s happens in my lifetime more than I can say.
Some people have had it happen, most…have not. And you what? I feel sorry for them, because the universe holds many powers to heal, and maybe that’s why people pray.
Some invisible force connects us all, qauntum physics? String theory? God?
Nobody Knows, but I hope, but in a way, I truly hope they never find out.
Some mysteries are just best left alone.
Nobody Remembers..
Back during the American Revolution, John Adams was on over 90 committees. He was up early, and worked way into the night. He lead the war committee. As David McCollugh said in Adam’s Biography, John was the leader of the orchestra. He influeneced Thomas Jefferson to form a Navy and take care of the Barbery Pirates. He didn’t get much credit for it, but there you go. They have kept history off the public’s mind for years.
NOW….thanks to A.I. The people of the world are at war with A.I. Klaus and his World Economic Forum, along with the multinational companies, have been meeting for decades to ‘mold’ the world into their village of only a few rulers, the rest slaves. And by their own words, most of the people on the planet should just not exist.
Logially speaking, how do you fight such world mass control, who have been organized for decades, meeting at Davos, Bilderberg, and Aspen, planning out this madness?
In my Nobody Opinion, you form your own committees. You get the smartest minds who KNOW what’s happening, are smartest minds on the planet, and like the Davos meetings, you gather them all in one place, and put on your own “We will NOT obey” the NWO nonsense. Put these meetings online. FOR THE WORLD TO SEE. Tell the world what is happening, and how we all need to resist it.
Broadcast it. To as many as you think might see it.
On the side lines, meetings with like minds can get together in secret to discuss war plans against the madness, much like our leaders did during the Revolutinary war.
The NWO is organized. The resistance is not.
If A.l. is being used by the ‘NWO’ gang, then developed our own A.I. to push against it. Discover their methods, BROADCAST their methods, and since they are “nudging” their draconian plans with the help of A.I., the people on the board that work for individual freedom, can push back…with A.I.
Elon Musk has started the first step with buying twittter for free speech.
He is a hero for that.
Now, Malone is gathering the doctors, somebody should be gathering businesses, and whomever they can to join the “resistence” of freedom in the world for ALL people.
They now hold most of the cards.
Anyway, it’s just a thought I assume would be a good step forward. We hear the people and wise men protesting, but soon those voices will be silenced. They need to do like Malone is doing, gather the leaders of countries that WILL join to fight the global takeover planned by Klaus, Xi, and most of the other communist countries.
And that would bring…their “You will own nothing and you will be happy” back.
Nobody Cares—
About my opinion on Alex Jones, but here it is. The REAL reason that all the corruption on the “deep state” is coming out now, has to be given to George Noory. Who’s George Noory you might ask? George had taken over Art Bell’s spot on Coast to Coast late night radio, and HE was the one that put Alex on his program almost weekly. Not sure what year this was, but it was at least a decade ago. I was hooked from the first time I heard him. I listened to the program every single night. And since it came on at Midnight, you can imagine, I lost a lot of sleep. For YEARS.
Alex was saying much the same things as he says now. Alex was BEFORE Glenn Beck, even though Beck takes the credit for the GREAT RESET, and got his book out before Alex—Alex was first. Trust me on that. (Or not) For years I went to sleep listening to the radio, hoping George would have Alex back on. This was before Glenn was even on FOX.
Richard Feynamen I once read did the same thing, fall asleep listening to the radio. (Side note) so, for once I didn’t feel so idiotic. (Sorry, off topic)
Alex told us about the Boheminan Grove. Nobody believed him, but nobody has ever denied that the politicians got together every year, to party among the Redwood trees. Much like Davos, and Bilderberg meetings, the leaders of the world were ALWAYS getting together to plan…but they kept it ALL secret from the public. It was back then, that Alex exposed them all.
When Sandy Hook happened Alex was blamed for saying it was a false flag. Many people that had been following Alex, thought that Obama certainly wouldn’t think twice about using the CIA to pull off a children’s massacre. Getting rid of all guns in the United States has been on the agenda for the democrats for years. And think: Recently, the HORROR of what just happened in Isreal, makes you wonder, for the smallest nation surrounded by billions that hate them, and also, when you think about the Holocaust, you have to wonder…they had planned the attack for two years, and nobody knew? Those poor people were not allowed to HAVE guns? REALLY?
Why not? Just the military had guns. A bit strange I still think.
Alex was made to swallow his answer and they sued him big time for it. I stopped following the news on that, but I still retain that Alex is a caring human, who make mistakes, and always owns up to them, and yet we watch our top leaders lie to Congress, open our borders, pour in the drugs, and even though reported, our leaders are NEVER, EVER held accountable.
So, Alex was banned from Twitter. He explains here the reason…they were taking all his sponcers.
And that’s how the deep state works. Cuts by a thousand cuts. Take the money away. One by one, they will go after whomever tries to tell the public anything.
Will Elon let him back on X? I don’t know. Like all businessmen, they look at all sides. But it’s my Nobody Opinion that Alex Jones is not only harmless, he still the night watchman. More than anything, we can thank him for years of doing the research that nobody else was doing.
And from my point of view, we can thank George Noory of Coast to Coast for letting him speak to the nation in the first place. Like inventions, ideas can be built upon, and all the pundits now that we are hearing about the global network of bullies, can thank George.
So, thank you George. Thanks so much. At least this one nobody gives you credit for giving the truth…a platform…so long ago.
Nobody Wonders
When are the people of the earth going to start to put the puzzle pieces together? There are, last I read, many patents on Weather manipulation. What a nice thing to have when you want to cause storms, floods, drive a hurricane in a certain direction, and just help Mother Nature blow those winds with more violence. What a wonderful tool to help bring in the “Climate Change”, we are all going to die without John Kerry flying around the world to help promote food destruction, and land grabs.
I remember reading in Bill Clinton’s biography about how much he LOVED New Orleans. I was like WHAT? Since when? Not much later..Katrina.
Here we have a man who knows all about it…and this was 9 years ago.
Nobody’s favorite Christmas Song
I have a pastor and his wife that live next door. And one day, I got into a very heated discussion about sin. The wife insisted that EVERY child was born a sinner. The bible said so. It’s…the “word.” She said.
I argued for hours with her…to me every child has the picture of God on their face and is NOT born a sinner, that’s rediculous. She as adament, as was I. We don’t talk much. You can imagine. HOW can you even look at a child and think it’s a sinner? Good god. I am still friendly with her. But I’m sure she thinks I am the devil incarnate. LOL.
Every Christmas I post this song. I listen to it often. It’s one of Pentatonix’s best.
But this song, to me, is perfect: in harmony, in words. In performance.
In the simple message that Jesus gave.
Put your best earphones on, and..enjoy!
Nobody’s Fool: Neil Oliver
This is one of his best. And you will not hear such clear explanations of what this surveillance of all citizens of the planet eventually means. It’s coming fast.
The new A.I. is becoming so powerful that yes, you will get the stuff you are even THINKING about but not even talking about on your computer or phone. They always sell this tech as a WONDERFUL advancement for human kind.
Nice now. But it’s the carrot before the stick as Hillary would say.
Yes, debit cards, we all carry them because it meant you didn’t have to carry around cash and have it stolen. Nobody thought that it was meant to in time, lead us all to a ‘cashless’ society. And that cashless society will go full online. They will be able to control YOUR money. We are almost there now.
So, don’t miss Mr. Oliver’s opinions on what’s happening. He’s ALWAYS right on target.
Nobody Wonders
Apple. I don’t own one, and right now, since Cook is banning X, I don’t plan on getting one. Besides, I can’t afford it. And after watching this, there is more reason NOT to get one. This app on this journal not only gives you advice on your life, it also wants you to record ALL your thoughts and pics in a journal which of course, it says it will guard with Apple’s life. Privacy.
Yeah, Right. Not only are they trying to brainwash you with this app, they are trying to get even MORE data on all your thoughts so that they CAN control your mind. Nobody will look at it but you? Well, if that’s the case, then HOW can it keep giving you advice on whatever you do?
Think I’m crazy? Well…look at the look on this ladies face.
If you want to keep a journal may I suggest…don’t put it on the internet OR your phone. Just buy some paper and write…
About
I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
It’s my Nobody Opinion that Nobody’s Perfect, and Nobody Cares, that Nobody Knows why Nobody Wins, and when that happens, Nobody Wonders, why Nobody Flashes, why Nobody’s Fooled, but then Nobody remembers that Nobody ALWAYS Reports the truth.
You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
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