"The Rights in Life

 are overshadowed by the wrongs," - sle.  Iranian police are sexually assaulting women in public.  Where is the outrage around the world?  Where is the headlines?  Men and women being the same.  Don't think so.  Love my hot chocolate.  One more.  Sixth or seventh.  Waiting for end of movie and dishes.  The Ozempic doesn't provide any energy, but takes away the hunger pangs, it seems.  Does something with the insulin control, too.  Diabetes.  One of my Christmas movies is not on Netflix anymore.  Found John Wick on Roku.  Love the beginning.  Don't kill a man's dog, especially given to him from his dead wife.  The killing in it.  Do love Keanu Reeves in it.  He would love to make a Ghost Rider movie.  Have to wait and see.  Hair feels good and clean.  Kroger buying Albertsons.  Interesing.  Dishes picked up.  Movies do make me laugh, too, and sometimes cry.  Thinking how I enjoy being an introvert.  Can't speak for all introverts, but it is kinda nice to see wild life, fish, other animals, and see pass the image, to feel them, their spirit. their living self.  Anyway, thinking of the little puppy at the beginning of the movie.  Chance and Rosie.  Sweet Pea.  She had a nice long dress on this morning.  She enjoys long dresses.  Went to a rock show with mom.  Called and asked what kind I liked.  Colorful.  If you don't feel, does that mean you ain't alive?  Or, John Wick got to you.  Haha.  "He is the one you send to kill the Boogie man."  Little time before bed.  Going to decide: tablet or computer for finishing my story: Head Winds & Epitahs.  Have to do some thinking on the last writings.  Ladies handbags like Lay potato chip bags, $1,800.  Tomorrow.  Beautiful morning with Sweet Pea, until the bastard came.  I just blew up.  Anyway, God does work in mysterious ways.  I do wish I was a violent man.  They want their cake and eat it, too.  Want things both ways, their ways.  So self-righteous and such trash.  Well, in time.  Was hoping for a peaceful Sunday and it was with Sweet Pea and Mr. Kenny until the trash came.  Can't believe people.  Want to take and use and take and use.  Well, it is coming to an end.  Without having means to support herself and him, apparently, it will be interesting.  In time.  They claim community property but then claim Janet sold this and that.  Huh.  If it is community property, how can Janet sell it?  Both ways they want it.  Trash, is the word.  Still claiming they didn't steal my money.  Opening up a package sent to me and signing for it, then cashing the check.  No, that is not stealing.  And in her mind that is right.  Trash begets trash.  Sure Hoot is proud of her.  Oh, well, I learrned some things and will use it.  Maybe, if I am lucky, I will reap something from it.  In time.  Wonder where I send her half of the bills?  Oh, they cut the grass and do this and that.  Haha.  And burn electric like they are paying the bills.  Haha.  Trash.  Apparently, they had Janet signing stuff over to the bastard while she was on her death bed.  If that ain't trash, then I don't know what is.  Her own daughter following this bastard's lead.  Trash begets trash.  Janet would have never sold him the shed if she was in her right mind.  What trash.  Again, she can't sell what isn't hers.  I think I figured out why some people couldn't see my photos from Google Photos.  Need the right link.  Anyway, have an album for Hoot.  Put it together years ago, but found another photo today of him camping with two of his and Janet's dogs.  Happy Birthday, Hoot, October 17, 1927.  What is funny, people get mad because you won't let them talk knowing that they are LIARS so why let them talk.  You can't believe a word they tell you.  Hate Sweet Pea being caught up in all this, but she ain't hearing anything that she hasn't heard before.  They are such hypocrites.  Self-righteous know it alls.  Well, cutting ties.  If only she knew what she was risking for this trash, but it is not for me to mention it to her.  Silly and stupid for trash that is only worry about himself, only wants for himself.  Hope she doesn't lose what should be the most important person to her, but she is on her way to.  Pray not.  Janet isn't smiling quite as brightly this afternoon.  Have to cut ties with the trash.  How stupid can a person be.  This bastard is such trash and using her but she is too stupid to realize it.  But, trash and liars stick together.  Because they do a little bit around the house, I am suppose to be grateful.  They have no idea of the cost of maintaining this place, nor the other things, like things that belong, full or partly, to me.  They think they own everything.  Stealing items from me, basically.  And she seems to overlook it in the belief she owns half, and that makes it she owns all?  In her mind and the bastards'.  Both theives.  How stupid can people be, including me?  But, I know the price has to be paid for those you love.  Bastards like him don't love, nor people without feelings.  Hope I don't offend anyone with my French, but don't know what else to call him.  Watching, more listening, about Napoleon and his attempt to invade Great Britain, and the naval Battle of Trafalgar.  Amazing.  Knowledge is power.  Conceit isn't too good either.  Napoleon couldn't understand the importance of sea power, yet, it kept him from invading Great Britain.  Long documentary. Why can't they just go somewhere else?  They have no sense of money.  He uses and uses.  She is the same.  No sense of appreciation or being grateful for all the money I spent.  She justifies it in her mind, while stealing stuff with him.  Anyway, God has His ways.  In time.  Good evening and good night.  God bless.  Toe developed a scab over the wound after my bath last night.  See where is goes from there.  Again, God bless, why?

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