Kicking and screaming. Kicking and screaming.

I cleave so much to stuff and things and over react when I find I was getting comfortable again and, of course, there goes the rug, so I think.

So, I got a little egg on my face and all this means is that I’m learning and I will survive, one way or the other. I just didn’t want to be the one to do the doing.

Anyway, I’m all kicking and screaming at the changes I have to make because “I didn’t ask for this and I worked for everything I had,” blah, blah, blah.

No one is fucking listening, right?!

This is Hell.

Everyone has become self-serving because they are rewarded for it and I’m the only one who can see this, and to hold my head up and stand straight I have to do the Doing because this is just who I am.

I received an Order from God my Father and then Holy Father Francis said, “Live like Jesus Christ,” so I am, you know?

The things I have survived I wouldn’t wish upon anyone, much less teach others how to profit from it as a way of life. There are others who remain silent because the burden of sacrifice some of U.S. is so great that they gave up. It’s inhumane the way I have been treated, so I cannot imagine thinking it’s okay to take away my or any other person’s voice simply because a person can. That shouts guilt to me, otherwise, why all the “I can’t see my Hands?” It’s premeditative thought.

Louisiana courts mirror that of other European courts. I find that very interesting.

Anyway, this is a test message for me. I thought I was alone and I heard wings that I believe flapped with a purpose.

“Sittin’ in the morning’ sun…”🎶

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