Enema of the State.

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Enema? Well, I'm not an enemy of the state. I merely wish to flush out the infections. Whether that is even possible is unknown. One white blood cell can't do it. One dose of antibiotic can't do it. But a sustained push by even a third of the electorate will begin the process. And, actually, after the first flush, there will probably need to be more. Some of the politicians and bureaucrats have been infecting through their power longer than I have been alive. They stick to arteries like plaque. They cling to vital otherwise healthy cells in order to avoid either detection or elimination. And even when they are gone, the damage will have to be assessed. Is it too late or can repairs be made in time? This next election will show whether the infection is beginning to be flushed or if the body has chosen to die rather than try to fight for it's health. The last election was a minor flush. We need a royal flush, and several of them.

And, no, Republicans are only the next to be flushed. Democrats first, then many Republicans. Then the thing can begin to be reassessed. By the way, any who foolishly continue to vote for a Democrat for anything, mayor, city council, or sheriff, best rethink that. They are absolutely non-salvageable. They will harm you, they will herd you, they will use their force of station to subdue you. And they will laugh about it and rant insanely about whatever rights they just crushed under their or their own's heel.

Today is another rough one. Even with the nap last night, I ended up sleeping very long today. While getting to sleep proved simple, waking up was a nightmare. I tried several times before waking to abject failure. I simply could not keep conscious no matter what I tried. And worse, when I finally did rise, there was nothing much I could do. No mowing happened, of course. No phone calls.

I realize I am still in recovery from last week. And worse, this side ache from having to push to breath is getting worse. I simply can't find peace or rest. I can't, literally, ever quite catch my breath. I need to call the doctors but being unable to stay awake long enough into the day and waking so late, that simply hasn't yet been a possibility. It is simply going to play out however it does. In a worst case scenario, I might find myself, again, at the emergency room. I know, at some point, this side ache is going to complicate breathing beyond my ability to overcome it. Like an engine that is heating up from overuse, those muscles and my ability to use them will fail. The question I am left with is... when to go? Should I wait until I need to actually be taken or sometime before? How would I know? The noose is tightening, that is for sure.

Well, on to tinkering or doing something else. Later or good night.