Exactly

Now Trump is putting NeoNazis “in charge” of our government. Glad you think we should shut that shit down.

Yup. Buy Canadian, IN Canada. This is a good time for Americans to take an extended vacation.

Just adding this to my Inauguration Day price list. No reason. None at all. I’m sure it’ll be half the price in a month.

There you go.

Well at least that’s an explanation for the right wing “recommendations” and reels suddenly in my feed—Zuckerberg had just “heard” that people wanted more political content so he force-fed it to me…right after the inauguration. Nope. Instant deletion. You heard wrong, Zuck.

I thought my daughter was hallucinating when she told me what was going on with Instagram. But no. My feed was also full of far right jerks. #instagram used to be my happy place for travel and recipes and fun: not any more. Deleting. I already saw what happened when Musk blew up Twitter, thanks.

Please tell me I’m not the only one to read this as “finger broth.”

Trump: “My goal will be to cut your energy costs in half within 12 months after taking office…We can do that.”

So today I’m bookmarking pics of bills and groceries. If bird flu subsides, the price of eggs may well go down, but as for the rest—? We’ll see next January.

Here’s “my” heron, on a super cold day along the wetland. I haven’t seen him since Helene hit us…not sure if it’s a habitat issue or something worse.

I’m not a fan of Thom Tillis, but he’s absolutely right about this one. Shameful that PINO, President Musk, and the congress critters are blocking disaster aid while their constituents are sleeping in tents and the snow and frigid temperatures.

If anyone wonders why those particular words were written on bullet casings, it’s because this is the known strategy of insurance companies. As a Brit living in the US, I’m here to tell you that insurance companies and investors have sold you a bill of goods about universal healthcare.

This starting a social media account is rough. I’m panicking. Do I let them choose for me? Or should I insist on my own bloody-minded choices and blot my own copybook? Yikes.