Stories vs lies

I started writing this around 3 AM, and I am going to leave the ‘first notes’ as is, unedited just for giggles.

Being a story teller, rank amatuer that I am, i can twll u this much: stoy tellers u derstand the value of truth, provablybetter than any others.(this was my feed line at 3am)

We need stories. We really do: escapism, education, flexing the mental ‘muscles’ in other ways, but we NEED stories. And the story teller was the sanity distilled down in the tribes of old. Stories would be passed from generation to generation and added to, but they would always be TOLD,,, It was how we learned without learning the hard way. How we learned you don’t poke bears with sharp sticks unless you were ready to do battle. It was a very important tool in how we learned to be HUMAN.

And story tellers understand the value of TRUTH. Even if our stories are fantastic, fantabulous, outlandish, there is always an ounce of truth buried in them. We understand the power of truth. Truth doesn’t fade away when the last page is turned, or the last word fades into the firelight.

Something that is rare specie in this world of late: the truth. When you can’t trust the ‘story tellers’ also known as Journaliars now, and you are told that what you saw/heard didn’t happen, 24/7 gaslighting,,, You start to put special value on the truths you hold dear.

And the truth I am picking up here locally is that this (s)election cycle was a flat scam from the word “go”. People see the failures of machines, or turning away of voters, to then see these improbable numbers being shown to them. They know how many people around them lean which way, and the numbers being shown do not match the reality they trust.

There is no truth in what we are being fed: its unicorn farts and kitteh shitte skittles.

And those that are apologizing or appeasing this shit-show are not helping. I have seen it on one post, by a major contributor, at one site. I have seen it in comments on several sites.

PLEASE SIT DOWN, SHUT UP AND LET THE ADULTS HAVE THE FLOOR. You are NOT helping, and the more you try to explain it away as ‘thats how it was’ the more you are feeding into the Journaliars efforts and feeding the beast that should be starving right now. Sarah covers the very same issue HERE.

WE NEED TRUTH. Without it, our foundations are weakened, or shattered completely, and that is just what those feeding this shit show WANT, they want us debilitated, desperate and disheartened. THEY NEED US TO BE DEPENDENT, Dependent ON THEM, and sorry kids, that just ain’t me!!! I depend on me and time, and no one else, and time isn’t always in my corner.

It sure as shit is NOT in ours right now. This shit-show is about to hit the afterburners and we really don’t know where that path is headed, but it isn’t in our favor, simply because the fucktards that are about to light the fuse to that rocket, aren’t on our side.

If ya haven’t, you’d best. Prep, get medical care out of the way, do the repairs you have been putting off, get the local group(s) identified and make inroads to them, don’t be the outlier. Get the training for that rifle/pistol that you bought out of fear, the one that sits in the bottom drawer of your nightstand next to the bullets that you are afraid to load in. (note, its a tool, no more no less. the intent behind it, is in the person wielding it, not the object itself. But, if you don’t know how to use that tool, its IS more dangerous to you than you can imagine.).

and one big one that needs taken care of ASAP: if you need dental work, GET IT!!! When things get really rough, bad teeth can and will kill you, but not fast.

I’m tired. I’m angry (LOL, UNDERSTATEMENT!!!!) and only want this shit to resolve itself. It won’t: too many delusional jelloheads and side-show freaks running the instruments of governance these days. BUT, I want peace in my later years and those are coming on faster than I like. Time is not in my corner. (and the closer you get to the end time, the less it is in your corner.).

and while I want peace in my time, I am not going to surrender to the narrative they feed us, because that way lies xyklon B showers, and crematoriums.

I won’t be ‘That guy”