A list of traitors posing as elected puplic servants.
Water seeks it's own level. Hollywood
prima donnas.
I am willing to give Donald Trump the benefit of a doubt. This is from a person who believes in his gut that Trump is a National Socialist.
I am sick of the mud slinging and wild accusations. I am tired of the self righteous scum walking upright. I am just plain tired. This is why I am not posting much of anything these days. My main concerns are closer to home. I am going to quit working full time on the Boyd plantation soon. If I make it through March of this year it will be a miracle. I remember all to clearly the financial situation I was in two years ago. I believe I have created a foundation of stability to build on moving forward. Time will tell. I do know this. My Destiny is in my own two hands. In all fairness, it is about time.
I have been doing some research on what the year of the Rooster (2017) has in store for me. It does not sound promising.
The year will be filled with uncertainty and trepidation. It will be a year that may tax my already weakened lungs and my health in general.
My financial health is also at risk, but not as severe as my physical health.
The one bright spot seems to be an opportunity to find love, if I open myself to it.
These are the things I will have to do in order to weather the coming storm:
1. Exercise and train with passion. This is something I have not done in many years.
Looks like there is no time better than the present.
2. It has been suggested that I refrain from any form of gambling for the entire the year.
I do not know if this is possible considering my plan to attack the casino with an all out blitzkrieg
at the baccarat table, the craps table, or the roulette wheel. I must weigh this strategy carefully and not rush into anything considered rash
or impulsive.
3. I will pursue my education of The Blockchain. This is the future of all things DIGITAL in the cyber universe.
I still plan on filing for Social Security and kicking back into part-time employment.
The sooner I can get my ass off the Boyd family farm, the better.
