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Prescriptive Walk Wednesday Thoughts

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Unusually, I slept very badly, not helped by having to get up early to pick up a prescription. But I was up and out by 09:30 and, despite the drizzle and the car needing a long run, I decided to walk. It’s been over a fortnight since I was last out and I have been getting a touch of cabin fever.

There was some stress at the thought of going into the chemist and being asked for my life history or whatever, but it was surprisingly quick and painless. In and out in minutes.

Popped into Sainsbury’s as walking to Rustington High Street in the drizzle was a madness too much. I definitely love the distances in supermarket queues – no trollies shoved into the backs of my legs by impatient shoppers, but yappers still hogged aisles yapping away.

There were half a handful of people wearing masks and gloves – so neurotic they even avoided glancing at anyone as if just making eye contact would make them instantly collapse with Covid.

Popped into The Lamb on my way back – not actually sure of the time – and the guy sitting on his own missed my joke (would I have to give a pint of blood and my inside leg measurement to come inside). No. And they have no app or anything apart from pre-booking for dinner.

Not yet open, so headed home.

I felt I had been out much longer, but it was less than two hours walking the 2 miles there, waiting and shopping and waiting again – then walking back. Not bad.

On the other hand, it is very gloomy out. Overcast and not cheery at all.

Getting a bit harsh with not accepting FBFs. No more ego-propping. Paradoxically, have been unfriended by some with massive egos who presumably did not get enough or any attention. Social media continues to be a very superficial level of friendship – which is fine, as long as I don’t forget that.

Meanwhile blabbermouth liberals are at last discovering that they too can be ‘cancelled’ for voicing opinions that other lefties do not like. Such a bunch of loathsome warts.

And, in other news, this is now the 3rd or 4th time a black female Twit has referred to me as ‘Karen’. Am guessing it is not going to just refer to ‘white women’ in this catchment but anyone who doesn’t sing from the BLM hymn book.

Watched The Alcasser Murders the other day and was reminded of the mad things I have done – like getting into a car with several men in the early hours after I had left a party and was walking back alone to my then residence in central London. They did say to me do you feel like being raped. And I replied ‘Not today, thanks’.

They then dropped me off outside the students’ rooms wishing me well.

Darker thoughts about global resets, racial divides, communism and Islam will have to wait for when I am less tired.

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Weird Stuff

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Unusual Erogenous Zone

Something most unusual has been happening while trying to remove the black rash on my neck. Soap and water don’t (Argh! Only noticed typo several hours later!!!) work so I’ve been scrubbing with rubbing alcohol and/or salicylic acid. They do work but it’s a very slow process. Apparently it could be some kind of yeast infection.

And this is the odd thing.

Rubbing away at it triggers some kind of sexual or sensual response – during the evening ablutions as well as morning and midday ones. (No one could accuse me of not keeping clean even if the splodges look anything but!)

Actually, they have reduced considerably and now look like someone has tried to garrotte me several times and failed – leaving strange wheals.

Anyway, last night, I amused myself thinking perhaps in a previous incarnation I had died from some kind of erotic suffocation. Not that I would know anything about that!

Unwimped

Pre-caffeine this morning, I found myself finally getting round to assembling the new work desk.

Thanks to the lack of space, it involved lots of zen movements to avoid having some sharp end cut open my bare thighs. It also meant moving lots of furniture yet again so files can be reached, and  I can get in the room etc.

But – yay! Success.

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Thinking Aloud Twitter Parler Free Speech

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It’s been less than a day and I clearly used Twitter a LOT to microblog and sometimes to offload. So much easier than writing a blog post and finding or drawing an image to use.

(That photo is of my large #lightbox for A3 compilations – though most are A4 – which I am currently working on. Saves massive amounts of time not having to re-draw everything.)

But, back to thinking aloud.

Away from Twitter, I feel much more inner stillness. Being so busy reading, tweeting and so on, it’s been easy to forget my very great soul loneliness. Hence the last post mentioning the Outsider. Quite possible that I am also not sending out signals as I currently feel very invisible. This is neither good nor bad. Just an observation.

Twitter v Parler

Have peeked in a couple of times and it’s still a feeding frenzy. Same culprits – the race baiters, Scots – seems like Scottish people use Twitter a lot, both for and against Independence or the EU. Also just an observation, but Scots tend to be more politically engaged that your average English or Welsh person.

Same whiners – that Muslim Scot (name escapes me) regularly moaning about those on the right, whites, Brits, anyone who is not SNP, all Brexiters and so on – plus a new Muslim moaner from Leicester.

Leicester is back on lockdown but, as usual, it is everyone else’s fault because Leicester Muslims do not speak English and central Government should have translated everything just for them.

How many months have we been in lockdown? Why haven’t their own community ‘leaders’ advised them? How do they vote if they cannot understand English? Why can they not speak English after decades in this country? How do they collect benefits and/or attend job centres?

Same old nonsense, over and over. When are things ever going to change?

Parler fills the void for commenting on political issues but, because of the UI and compacted conversations, there is none of the clamour and thunder to be found on Twitter. It’s probably there but, so far, quite mild compared to Twitter. There is less engagement or less perceived engagement.

I can understand why those with big followings, where every comment gets a response, are loathe to leave Twitter. I don’t much mind ‘parleying’ into the void, but I guess if some thrive on bouncing comments across the platform, it would be a big come-down.

Sad But Sigh Of Relief

Last night, I heard a FB friend since 2013 had died on May 14th – ‘suddenly and unexpectedly’. His relatives only got round to sharing the sad news yesterday evening. He developed sepsis after getting a small bite.

Just over a week ago, I too was bitten four times on my left upper arm while doing a massive amount of tree pruning. Clearly miffed some bellicose insects on the branches.

And the bites were very painful indeed.

A sibling warned me of how some bites could lead to death. I had been concerned before hearing that warning. James Delingpole got Lyme Disease from a tick bite. Have also read of others dying quite suddenly via a Grim Reaper of an insect – but, thanks to a highly potent home-made fungal killer, I seem to have been spared.

RIP David A

Free Speech And Free Speech Baiters

This morning I cancelled my sub to the #FreeSpeechUnion. It was (relatively) too expensive on the one hand but also because I believe in *responsible* free speech.

It is clear that the concept of totally free speech is a recipe for endless discord. Take the truly abysmal Ash Sarkar or Katie Hopkins or Priyamvada Gopal. All spout ‘freely’ without any qualifying or balancing comments.

(Aside: I typed ‘vomments’ instead of ‘comments’. Probably the right new word first time round!)

Interestingly, Tommy Robinson is on Parler and – so far – has been very careful with his use of language. Or at least those posts that have been ‘echoed’ into my feed.

That said, John Matze has ‘parleyed’ this morning some rules for his site: no porn, no ‘faecal matter’ photos by way of response, no obscene user names, no replying with ‘f you’, no threatening to kill anyone. Seems fair to me.

Yet MSMers (barely journalists these days) are churning out articles calling it a ‘cesspit’, so Parler must be making a good old dent in socmedland.

Odder still is how Twitter – which I used to love – is turning into a cesspit with Twitter’s peculiar mixed signals. Katie H and TR for example are banned but the truly appalling Ash Sarkar is not. Neither are a bunch of other race baiters – of the non-white kind.  Anyone would think Jack Dorsey *wants* to foment racial discord.

Free Speech Constraints

My starting position is the same as it is for any minority rights – give an inch. I do want to expound on this but my current constraint is having accepting an FBF from a man transitioning.

No way would I want to hurt anyone deliberately. And while my inner warrior bursts out at men in dresses, I do also understand how the more vulnerable would not like that expression.

However, women cannot be erased because of the emotional concerns of those who feel different inside.

Plus there is also the metaphysical aspect – which needs an entire post on its own.

Black Lives Matter

This is also a continuing issue which will eventually getting a lengthier post but, for now, the VSBS seem to be backpedalling rapidly as – for some strange reason – none seem to have read the aims of the BLM (or Extinction Rebellion)….till now.

Been there in ‘black and white’ for weeks.

Are these Morgans, Linekers, Starmers and more halfwits really that stupid?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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