make it make sense

Following a brief hiatus from Pecan Lane posts, the Poopster is back! I have glasses that I can see to type with, which is heavenly. Part of the reason is that I found myself whining, bitching and moaning WAY too much for a blessed child of God like myself.  I reckon I sort of went down the rabbit hole with the state of our nation. There have been many foxhole prayers lifted up this year, particularly during the long, hot dry summer.  I'll spare you the details but it was pretty rough because I have a really big sense of what the least of these are dealing with and it ain't good.  At all.  

Project 2025 is now in full force.  It has been bait and switch from the get go but, girl please.  Things are not normal here in the USA.  The government is shut down because MAGA republicans refuse to negotiate on basic things like affordable healthcare.  As a retired healthcare provider, this is something I consider "not acceptable." Republicans wereo told by speaker Mike Johnson to take a paid vacation and not talk to the other party about the matter at hand.  Millions of Americans will lose affordable healthcare with the current big beautiful bill as it stands.  In some respect, I believe that is exactly the plan.  Genocide by attrition if you will.  Can't afford to see the doctor?  Just go ahead and die so the regime won't have to mess with you. I retired at the age of 62 because of multiple health problems, including two bad shoulders, even after surgery.  They wore out on me early because I'm a farm girl and did a lot of digging and hauling back in the day.  Plus all that repetitive motion in a semi-automated clinical lab at our local hospital.  After 41.5 years and a lot of mental stress at the end, my body gave up.  I was literally forced to slow down.  My daddy retired from the federal government at the age of 55 with a nice package because of those years of service.  Those perks are no more.  He was a USDA employee for decades pushing pins into a map to track various pests that destroyed local crops.  At the end of his career, he was traveling a lot because of meeting Cuban refugees at a Florida facility to inspect what they brought in plant wise.  The local office shut down and he managed to get a family friend to take his place which was mainly at the Memphis airport.  Times change and terms expire.

If you dig deeper than the main stream media, we are in deep shit here.  Trump's entire cabinet exists solely to implement the policies of Russ Vought, et al.  Flood the zone with nonsense like military parades in front of an absent audience.  The tariffs that he put in place willy nilly are killing the market for American farmers because our biggest customer buys elsewhere, Meanlike from Argentina and Brazil.  Meanwhile, the departments of war and racism spend billions of dollars on ICE recruitment bonuses for unqualified recruits to rappel onto rooftops and zip tie people based on race.  Jesus wept.

I must admit that most of my information now comes from podcasters on YouTube because I make my own decisions in a non-partisan ways.  I believe that DJT is an old white con man who is not aware of anything other than his opportunities to flex and see himself on TV.  The department of war has gone global, and the rest of the world hates our country.  Foreign leaders have moved on from even listening to him and the dribble.  Instead, they walk away and go to Plan B.  If there is peace in Gaza, Trump will claim that he ended war number 10.  Not on day one, mind you.  As daddy said "Jane, it will always be thus and so."  A biblical reference for sure.  And also "Leave room for the spirit to work."  That is a hard lesson to learn, but well worth the patience.

I have not seen baby Reaves in a hot minute and she is coming to visit tomorrow, Lord willing.  She is not a baby anymore but a thriving 8 year old who has a lot of spirit and and spunk.  Thus far, it has taken a village to raise her.  That's pretty cool in my book ^j^