Ouch! Right?

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Not sure about it being right, but it is true.  I've been running twenty four hour days for... a while now, eighteen before that for a bit, sixteen for a bit, and it all started with back to back forty eight hour runs, with nine hours of sleep between them.  To say my body isn't a bit worn would be an obvious lie.  Even so I can't seem to slow this missile down.  Migraines are... well... nearly appearing.  I'm surprised I'm not having them daily.  So far they have simply approached, then parted, with me doing no more than noticing and giving them ugly looks.  Painkillers every third day, today was the day.  Over the counter, mind you, I have no access, or interest, in anything stronger.


Dark dreams pervade.  War isn't coming, it is here.  Whether this last event was just a stray spark or the start... reignition really... it started with the first attempt to blow the basement.  It has been ongoing, just with interruptions.  Mostly appeasements, if I had to guess.  Those can't work.  All out war?  A few nukes?  Many nukes?  I don't think they need nukes, but bringing down their unholy sites in fire and brimstone, then following through with secondaries... that would work one way or another.  Best to deport them from the West before doing so.  However, nothing I suggest will be done.  So, plan to defend yourself.  Even then you may well die.  They will have automatic weapons.  Now, look at that .357 wheel gun, or even a higher capacity polymer... or even an "assault rifle" which isn't auto.  Compare those to live grenades, automatic weapons, and a government and police force that will act against you far more quickly, even for having these "legal" weapons, than against muslims.  You, simply, are softer targets.  No wonder you are losing.

Oh, and, no.  Not a modern thing.  It just seems love doesn't work out for some, ever.  No time, no place, no space, work, duty, life, and... death.  Angry, but... just at how it has all seemed to go.  Such is life, for some.  At least it wasn't boring?

Trump?  A slim hope.  If he survives, if they don't cheat it out from under him, if he is who he says and walks the quack... lots of if's... too many.  Besides, you should have learned one thing at this point.  Politics is not your friend.  It is not your savior.  It doesn't even like you, even if you think you are on it's side.  It seeks to mollify then betray you, for it's own benefit.   Best to look to yourself, your family, and your friends.  At least those who aren't against you.  You know who they are.  The ones holding the "Welcome, immigrants... better to have rapists than racists" signs.  Yeah, you know who they are.

Ah well.  I'm just scratching through life, at the moment.  I'm hoping to figure a way back to my feet, and probably will.  I do have spells, better and worse, from time to time.  I do need to get things moving though.  I have many reasons.  Fear isn't among them.  Though, oddly, it is my government that will be forcing me into homelessness.  Take my license, all that jazz...  Later.