I see all my friends getting abundantly creative during this year-long, at this point utterly ridiculous, no valuable statistics to show, let’s make sure Toronto ends up being a poverty stricken barren wasteland of a lockdown. And yet I can’t seem to get back to mine.

I used to love writing, keep a journal and the only way I could feel truly myself was through writing. Over the years I let it atrophy until now the writing adventures are few and far between. I’ve told people I used to write and they say “oh why don’t you start a blog?” Oh you mean like this one that I’ve had for how many ever years and no one fucking reads?! Yeah great idea.

The great thing about “no one” reading it is now that I’ve realized this is the case I can basically write what I want and I don’t have to worry about the thought police and all these hyper judgmental under the guise of politically correct wimpy snowflakes batting their totally inappropriate terms around.

I have two dogs so that’s awesome, they keep me grounded and keep me “here” – I don’t think I would survive without them. I was also hanging out a bit with my my small bubble of people, Hubert, LJ and my Mom but now I’ve lost LJ and Hubert to quarantine because Geronimo (one of LJ’s workers son tested positive). Mind he works in healthcare and gets tested every day which brings me back to the false positives fiasco. WHO is doing a debacle of a job also with regard to that. This whole thing has just been handled so badly.

And NO ONE is talking about the people dropping like flies in many of the African countries (as usual) because who gives a fuck about the poor people. It’s just ridiculous.

Meanwhile our piece of shit government is “helping the homeless” by providing addicts with drug paraphernalia and allowing them to just camp wherever the fuck they want and doing nothing to protect those that live in their midst and going out of their way to totally saturate certain neighbourhoods with thousands of homeless people while completely avoiding other areas, instead of spreading them out and giving them proper housing, outreach programs and the possibility of maybe getting back to a real life instead of living hand to mouth with no hope for the future.

Again the fucking SJWs are calling this “harm reduction” providing them with needles and such. Ask ANY recovered or recovering addict what they think of this and your answer is right there. All these people are doing is helping to kill off the addicts faster. There is NOTHING humane or righteous about this “aid” at all. They are essentially just helping people to commit slow suicide. What the fuck is wrong with these people?! I will almost guarantee you not one person handing out these drug kits was ever an addict, or a victim of an addict, or had a family member die from addiction – because these people find this abhorrent, counterproductive and not “helpful” at all. And yes, I can speak from experience.

I got laid off from my job a little over a week ago and honestly, I’m not worried at this point. I have a year of EI coming to me and I’m in no rush to look for another job, especially since technically I’m supposed to be going back to work at some point. (Don’t think that will happen and besides the whole making me take another job and go into the office fiasco left a REALLY bad taste in my mouth.)

Also being surrounded by people who basically get paid to lie for a living has taken a toll. No one says anything to your face, or talks to you, everything is done in a covert and underhanded way, so much so that most of the time you get blind-sided by things that would have been so much easier to deal with if they talked to you about stuff along the way. I’m so tired of being lied to and people hiding behind feigned smiles.

Okay that’s my rant for the day. Toodles and for anyone who actually read this, I hope you are well, I hope you are surrounded by love or have someone who loves or cares about you and I hope you are healthy and manage at least some semblance of happiness even if the situation is not ideal right now. Oh and PS, I’ve had this blog since 2012 – yep, almost 10 years and I doubt more than 10 people have read it. I do like the idea though of leaving something that’s public so when I die there is at least a small piece of me out there in the internetverse that goes on. (Celine Dion pops in head – oh no!)