I did not watch Trump’s interview last night, 😄, but this is an excerpt:
TRUMP: Obamacare is terrible; it’s bad healthcare.
O’DONNELL: But Mr. President, with all due respect, you’ve been talking about fixing the healthcare insurance plan since 2015.
TRUMP: Sure. And you can’t do it because of the Democrats.
O’DONNELL: Since 2015, you’ve said you’d fix it.
TRUMP: We can make it much less expensive for people and give them much better healthcare.
O’DONNELL: But where’s that plan? Where’s that plan?
I’m old enough to remember a lot of things.
I also remember 2020, when Trump presented Lesley Stahl with an empty book, nothing but blank pages, “detailing his healthcare proposal; he created it in just two weeks.” Of course, the Democrats are in the way of implementing the “Trump, no healthcare for you plan.”
In related news, I have something confusing but exciting to share.
My once magical, wooded, lakeside neighborhood has had a stagnant black cloud looming over it for a year. The fog has lifted.
Huh? I’ll just say what I mean.
Around the corner from where I live, in a small subdivision where no two houses are alike, exists a charming lakefront cottage. It is my favorite, made of large mismatched stones, a green roof, trimmed with matching fascia, and surrounded by a decorative iron fence and scrolled gate. I’d post a picture, but there is no other home like it, so I’d be doxing the jackass who lives there and myself. As far as the internet knows, I am not rooted to the ground. I hover over the earth like a waning helium balloon, wafting without so much as a breeze, searching for something ineffable.
Walking with my tiny dogs, one pulling forward…
The other dragging behind, I revel in the fresh air during my short daily walks, enhanced by whatever music I’m stuck on, most recently Led Zeppelin.
Wearing earbuds, I look at the fall colors, breathe deep, and sing out loud. I might scare people if I encounter any, but I don’t care. Crazy lady walking squirrels, screeching “Bron-Y-Aur Stomp.” This is when my mind is free of responsibility; I’m in my happy place… until I see the sign on that lawn, and my Zen becomes a balloon sucked into a vortex, lost in the atmosphere.
The stone cottage I adored lost its charm in 2024 with the addition of a Trump/Vance lawn sign. Next to it, an ‘ADT’ home security warning. To me, a person who passes by many times daily, it changed the entire landscape of the neighborhood.
My dogs invariably choose that lawn to empty their bowels. My instinct had been to pull them to the next yard because this man doesn’t deserve shit. I mean that literally. I gave up the struggle at some point, and now my dogs decide where to drop their loads. As they do, I stand by, shaking my head at both signs. I’m a good person; I pick up after my dogs, still muttering obscenities under my breath.
For a year now, I’ve fantasized about that sign:
Donning my black Lycra ANTIFA unitard, and tap shoes, I wait, watching from behind the fiery red bush until after dark.
My cat-like reflexes allow me to execute a time step before I vault the ornate iron gate, and, despite feeling the sword of Damocles overhead, I pull the vile sign, expecting resistance. Much like King Arthur with Excalibur, the earth releases it. With the speed of a cheetah, I hightail it out of there, escaping into the night.
I’ve been working up the nerve to carry out that mission forever. A few days ago, on October 30, almost a year after the travesty of the 2024 election, I was walking my dogs, scowl on my face, and I realized the “Trump/Vance” sign was gone.
I had to walk by several times to confirm that. Did the antediluvian white man remove it, or was it purloined by someone like me but braver? If it was the hateful fossil, what was his reason? What was the last straw? Why did it take so long? If only I were friendly, I’d ask the owner of the house. Instead, I swear if I had a *duck, I’d slap him with it.
That green dragon of a house is ruined in my eyes. It will be ugly forever. I can’t unsee the antagonism of that sign remaining up for a year.
RELEASE THE EPSTEIN FILES.
*dick
A lot from Lydia 
I remember your cat-like reflexes several years ago when you watched your neighbors across the street from your porch. Did not a table make its way into your home? Good to know the elections did not cause you to lose your nimbleness.
Yes, I think the same as you every time I get stuck behind a car that has a ‘Trump/Pence’ or ‘Trump/Vance’ sticker on it. I curse them under my breath.
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Haha! I am determined to maintain those reflexes practicing a series of physical therapy exercises. One day perhaps I’ll release a video. 🤪
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Hi Lois, I’m trying to figure out how to keep bots from accessing my account. I’ve had a crazy number of views from India, Bangladesh, and now the U.S. They’re going through every post I’ve published in alphabetical order. I tried to accept your request to view my private account but it’s not working. Gah. I’m public again to respond but I’ll need to go private again eventually until I find a bot blocking plugin.
I’m computer illiterate, so it might take a few days.
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I think it worked, Lydia. I received your “Howdy” and was able to get into your site. Holy moley. Another blogger (Fandago) went private on his site, too. Why isn’t WP stopping all this nonsense. We pay for it!
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I went public to send that response and in that 2 minutes I had 50 views. It’s crazy. I messaged Jetpack for help and this was their response:
“Currently, the Jetpack mobile app and Jetpack plugin do not offer a direct feature to block bots from accessing your posts. Making your blog private is one way to restrict access, but as you mentioned, it may defeat the purpose of your blog if you want it public.
To reduce bot traffic, you might consider using security or anti-spam plugins on your self-hosted
WordPress site that can help block or limit bot visits. Unfortunately, this kind of control is outside the scope of the Jetpack app itself.
If you need more detailed assistance or options, please tap Me → Help → Contact Support in the Jetpack app so a Happiness Engineer can assist you personally.
Contact support”
I can’t figure out how to do anything they suggested.
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