Sometimes it's not as bad as you think. Three years ago, the vet called and said he suspected bone cancer in my aging dog based on some x-rays they took, and he advised me that my dog probably wouldn't survive past a few weeks. The next day, he called again and said a specialist checked the images, and what they thought was cancer was actually a small fracture. My dog is still here and getting gray in the face now.
I will pray for you and your dog. One thing I also like to do in these situations is pray to the saints who watch over animals. I don't know what your religion is, but I bought my dog a blessed St. Francis medal to wear on his collar, and as crazy and goofy as this dog is, I truly believe that he has a doggy guardian angel who keeps him safe. God does love our animals and He will help.
5.5. Neutral because I'm staying calm as the storm arrives and I'm about as prepared as I'm going to get, but slightly sad sometimes because I just want to get it over with and the pace is killing us all. Also sad sometimes because of all the vaxxed I know and being in my forties now and seeing my life wasted at work and on things that don't matter. I pray every day that God will bring us back into the right order he intended for us all.
When I get on a plane, I want to see an older white man in the captain's seat, not some chick posing for Instagram or young guy making his YouTube flight life videos. And then there's the vaccine. I'll never fly again unless Trump comes back and revamps the entire industry.
I have chickens and now have people from work asking to buy eggs from me. I didn't even put it out there much that I would sell eggs, but people want them. I think eggs have reached a new status now that they're seen as scarce. And they're good for us, especially in a time of crisis. Find yourself a local small farmer who'll sell you some really good ones.
I totally relate to what you're saying and agree completely. I'm a teacher, and all of my students are dealing with things that no child should face. The amount of mental problems rising in young people is disturbing. And there is no peace in any of the kids I see. Even the sweetest kids talk about how they experience constant anxiety and don't want to leave the house anymore. And yes, this was, of course, part of the C-19 agenda.
But the adults I work with are no better. Stressed out, angry, bitter, overweight, unhappy, drinking on the weekends, and lost. And they are good people, not purple-haired groomers, who work with kids because they want to make a difference, but it feels hopeless most days. And it's not because we're not trying, but because it's the current state of mankind. Most human beings in the West are now like survivors of a tornado. The traditional structure of humanity, the family, is all but dead, and the roles of men and women have been stripped. And nearly every single person you meet is self-centered and addicted to technology. Where do we go from here? No one knows. And no one has any peace.
I have returned to Christ after MANY years gone because of this very issue. I pray every day on my drive to work for God to give us peace to weather this period in history. But I also know that we were all born during this period of history for a specific reason. We must do our part to help each other and to restore what is good to a dying world. That's all.
When you're so desperate for attention and feeling special that you make yourself mentally ill and then embrace it. That's the problem with these women. Most of them have lost their identity beyond pronouns and disorders.
My mom's cousin got the vaxx and booster. Less than a year later, she started having unexplained pain in her stomach. She went to the doctor, found out it was a tumor, and was dead in less than a week.
I truly fear for all of the family and friends I have who have been vaxxed. It's genocide. And who knows what else is going on that we don't even know about? They want us all gone.
We bought a house last year. The sellers painted the entire house the same depressing bluish gray, and all the floors downstairs are gray-brown. I finally bought some paint a few weeks ago to start covering up the gray walls because I just can't stand it anymore. I chose bright peach for the kitchen and living room and a calming blue for our bedroom. Everything has become so flavorless and lifeless, and people wonder why the majority of adults in the West are walking around in a depressed fog. I want uplifting or calming colors in my home. Not dead colors. I like decorations that are vibrant and interesting, too, and I don't care if people think they're tacky.
I remember sex ed in the 1990s when I was a kid. We learned men and women's body parts, why women have periods and what to do about getting one, and the very basics of how babies are made. When we got a little older, we learned about STDs. And even THAT was controversial at the time. You could hear a pin drop in those classes because we were all so afraid of doing or saying something embarrassing.
I cannot imagine being a fifth-grader and having some drag queen or genderqueer telling me how to do anal. I'd have been traumatized. Satan is real.
Pakman has the most punchable face is in history.