Lee Way

The root cause to this global showdown is MONEY. It’s a conceptual masterwork that civilization bought into. Can we promote a future date when we all just quit this fiction of value & return to trade/barter! Sure, it’ll be messy but rebuilding may evoke the joy humans have longed for. #letsquit

The strength of the wolf is family 🐺🐺🐺

Personhood is luxury to them. Sadly, the rest of us are reduced to a number and file- if that.

Election Truth Alliance Election Analysis: Ensuring Fair and Transparent Results

This is it. This is an answer and a last ditch effort.🙏
A different type of audit. @electiontruth.bsky.social is looking for donations and volunteers.

electiontruthalliance.org/videos

I joined in the beginning, stopped posting 7 years ago but stuck around to watch. Quit a few months ago.

It’s a long thread that states there is something brewing behind the scenes with Garland, Smith, ICC, & foreign intelligence. A case being built for crimes against humanity.

I’ll take anything

I’m happy you sensed the forthcoming insanity.
I’ve gone to the worst scenarios in mind — WWIII, civil, obligates swooping in buying up housing & resources, Russian overlords, food system collapse— doubt bleakness can be held back but we just have to move through it.
R u on X? Can I share a thread?

True, past tense, which is so hard for me to use.

I hear you! SSA is a tightly run ship and this guy, the greediest man on earth, is evil.

I’m not on X anymore but I like reading this pinned thread because it gives me hope that something is brewing behind the scenes with Garland, Smith, ICC, and foreign intelligence.
What can I say — I’m susceptible these days to any news that isn’t dismal.
x.com/RNDog12/stat...

A trial at The Hague, crimes against humanity.

Mars.

Election Truth Alliance Explore the consequences of election fraud and the importance of safeguarding the voting process for a healthy democracy.

Here is a hopeful tip:
Sunday evenings I listen to his question lineup and sleep very well afterwards! Take a peek
@sterlingmedium.bsky.social
yesterday’s post. He promotes Election Truth’s work. I like imagining how there could be a trial at The Hague one day soon!
electiontruthalliance.org

We live in a world where everything is opposite of what is said.
My brain has adjusted to their word jumbles.

Each time I find a new way to cope the rug is pulled.
Relying on military was my last holdout. I now stand in a rug-less room.
I don’t know how to be anymore. What’s worse are folks who don’t have a clue to reality & nothing I can say would ever change their minds. Some people actually want this??😵‍💫

Please be Anonymous or Foreign Intelligence coming to save us.

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times”
doesn’t even make sense anymore.
I’ve woken up in a 100% one-side lopsided nightmare - the worst of the worst!

I remember a while back when I was proud to be American. Sigh.

Every morning starts w/cold water splashed on my face:

America may become totally isolated. We’ll have a depletion of goods (bye variety.) Factories will be incomplete in getting supplies to finish making a product. Oligarchs will own our resources & sell to the highest bidder & power broker. Ouch

Okay! Thanks.
We seem to be living in a comic book, but if you can pull me of the ledge I am grateful! 🙏

YouTube video by ABC24 Memphis Elon Musk's xAI Memphis Supercomputer| ABC24 This Week

Here is an update… but it’s very weird. ‘The public doesn’t know.’ It’s like everyone has been bought.

youtu.be/qbo1KRdPyhM?...

Wow! Well that’s good news for my imagination. Thank you.
So his Memphis mother computer, who he called God, must be puttering smoke. Love that! Again, thanks. I will sleep better tonight with your words. 🙏

And here I thought the gov data was diverted to Memphis. I thought EM’s big mother computer was up and running and the US gov data was shaping the model language — as is his X platform.

The book cover of THE MOON IS ALWAYS FEMALE poems by Marge Piercy in muted grays with a moon and curled charcoal colored cat with green eyes

FOR STRONG WOMEN A strong woman is a woman who is straining A strong woman is a woman standing on tiptoe and lifting a barbell while trying to sing “Boris Godunov.” A strong woman is a woman at work cleaning out the cesspool of the ages, and while she shovels, she talks about how she doesn’t mind crying, it opens the ducts of the eyes, and throwing up develops the stomach muscles, and she goes on shoveling with tears in her nose. A strong woman is a woman in whose head a voice is repeating, I told you so, ugly, bad girl, bitch, nag, shrill, witch, ballbuster, nobody will ever love you back, Why aren't you feminine, why aren't you soft, why aren't you quiet, why aren't you dead? A strong woman is a woman determined to do something others are determined not be done. She is pushing up on the bottom of a lead coffin lid. She is trying to raise a manhole cover with her head, she is trying to butt her way through a steel wall. Her head hurts. People waiting for the hole to be made say, hurry, you’re so strong.

A strong woman is a woman bleeding inside. A strong woman is a woman making herself strong every morning while her teeth loosen and her back throbs. Every baby, a tooth, midwives used to say, and now every battle a scar. A strong woman is a mass of scar tissue that aches when it rains and wounds that bleed when you bump them and memories that get up in the night and pace in boots to and fro. A strong woman is a woman who craves love like oxygen or she turns blue choking. A strong woman is a woman who loves strongly and weeps strongly and is strongly terrified and has strong needs. A strong woman is strong in words, in action, in connection, in feeling; she is not strong as a stone but as a wolf suckling her young. Strength is not in her, but she enacts it as the wind fills a sail. What comforts her is others loving her equally for the strength and for the weakness from which it issues, lightning from a cloud. Lightning stuns. In rain, the clouds disperse. Only water of connection remains, flowing through us. Strong is what we make each other. Until we are all strong together, a strong woman is a woman strongly afraid.

International Women’s Day.

THE MOON IS ALWAYS FEMALE poems by Marge Piercy.

‘For Strong Women’ expresses the expectations and vulnerabilities women face in our complex world while celebrating bravery and resilience.

A big Savannah cat sits on a couch piled with blankets, F1 50% wild African serval. Coppery light brown yellow with black almond shape spots and neck stripes and tail rings.

A big Savannah cat sits on green marble heated on a radiator, F1 50% wild African serval. Coppery light brown yellow with black almond shape spots and neck stripes and tail rings.

A cat head in the foreground is all that’s in focus and appears to be floating in a sea of blur.

A big Savannah cat sits on a sofa back in the sun, F1 50% wild African serval. Coppery light brown yellow with black almond shape spots and neck stripes and tail rings.

I’m searching for my anchor. Once again, I read too much news & lost my way. The layers of stories are broke trap doors. In nanoseconds I go from thinking I understand our world to not knowing a single thing.
This new way is void of 1 way but a cloverleaf hwy w/heavy overpasses.
Oh yeah- #caturday

Fuchsia purple button dahlias present as a ball of many petals the curl tightly to little points.

They are! I think they are button Dahlias! We grow them from bulbs every summer. Pink purple yellow and white. At first I thought they were too small and now they are my favorite.

I read your newsletters … but I still had hope in the American landscape - despite the issues you spelled out. I have a hard time believing in such an over arching stupidity. We’re all traveling a path to understand, now I fathom voter interference on a technical level hard to imagine. Time may tell

I sent a DM.

I mean to say — we must pass through this like a tip of the funnel. I do believe goodness prevails in the end, after losses.

As I scroll Bluesky I see people are swing an emotional trajectory — all moving, few synchronized.
I feel the more we get in sync (accepting reality) the faster we create the counter plan

Button dahlias… behind the alcohol? Beautiful.