The chaos at this time is intentionally placed yet still unintentional. I say this as a prelude to discuss human rights. When you excise the rights of half population, you can expect there to be much difficulty for you, regardless of who you think yourself to be. Saying to half the population "you have no right to choose" is absurd theocracy that dictates to a thinking, thriving and elevating populace. It smacks of totaltarianism cloaked in a... what? Yep. Double checked with the office upstairs and the answer time and again is.... SheepNow, last I checked, i'm not a sheep, nor am I a baby. So no corners for me this time. I'm grateful to be able to first hand experience the chaos of female or better yet, uterine chaos. I, at first, was frustrated by the experience, but the moment I caught on that this was a moment for rebellion... I was in. All cards in. Fully. Threw in my whole hand and hung on for the ride. We danced she and I. I was solidly in her corner and on her team. No dispersion for how she played this hand. It was notably played well and I respected her for it. She deftly got absolutely every order wrong. She knew it too. She said "Just move forward and they fix it at the window." And did he fix it? Yes. Over and over and over and over. You could see his sweating, his utter frustration but I could also his determination to not "let her win over his emotions" this battle within him was evident without. And he held his post, his position and let me tell you.... His Professionalism. If ever there ever there wiz that was this man was the most professional because... she had him by the short hairs. Did she win? Yes. Did he win? Yes. Did I win for witnessing such treasured revolt in action? Yes. We all won that day. Well played fam. Well played. You were never alone because it was I, who danced with you. They may have left footprints in the sand... but I'm leaving boob prints, pussy prints, butt prints and my tippy toe prints... Who dares walk on a beach when One can Dance? I'm ready. Who's ready to dance for the next phase of our journey is upon us Sisters. Neverland has come home. We are the Peter Pans of yesterday's who's parent were too busy trying to feed us by scrapping any way they knew how. How ungrateful we were to not understand the depth of their love that took them away from our hungry mouths over and over and over. Neverland is here. Neverland is now. Fairies, Fae, Gnomes, Elves, Aliens and Big Foot are all real. They are as real as us and they are real every day. You cannot expect a species who just had half their rights removed from the equation to be in compliance with the what for going forward. You want to speak in codes mouth breathers? Hold onto your butts because were already here, landed and assimlilated. It's too late. It's a take over and it wasn't hostile. It just appeared more inept than it was. Wherever you Are |
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