A different tack.

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Food.  I need food.  Most of what I am cooking is not satisfying my hunger, is repulsive, or I simply can't eat enough of to find satisfaction.  The problem?  Hell if I know.  Perhaps the keto curse is making me blind, metaphorically speaking, to keto food.  I went for a drive and picked up food.  It was good enough.

I need food to function.  I need food for warmth.  High fat food just can't be eaten currently, and meat is turning right to insulin as well as having become inedible as well.  And yet I am not ready to fast.  I'm just not there.  It's a grind.  Something had to give.

It seems I lost my debit card.  I had enough cash, but that doesn't work for long.  I'll just order another.  The usual places yielded no card.  I'll have to get a bit of cash for a few weeks.  They don't rush these things.  If you owe them, it is paid before.  If you need something, they will get to it.  I am thinking of changing to a credit union.  Not sure that makes a difference?  I wonder if there is one for vets?  Not always a good thing, only if not government associated... even then, no one but "family" can screw you like that.  Still, worth investigation.

The bank isn't horrible, truth be told.  All institutions will take their time.  It is their anti-white advertising that has me questioning some things.  It's grotesque and everywhere, though not sure if other institutions are any different?  It's getting nasty out there.  When whites start realizing how nasty they are being treated, and get butt-hurt about it, things will get broke.  I'm just hoping they do some friend-foe tagging first.  If I understand why not.  A lot of people may end up going home, even if for the first time... if they survive.  Many former of our elites may be leading them... the ones lucky enough to see the wave right before it hits.

They don't see the rage building.  I do.  Don't piss off a lot of white people, especially the middle to upper middle classes working real people.  Though how many non-drug using, non-alcoholic, whites are in the lower classes?  Yeah, truly not many.  It might be too late by then, like South Africa.  Who knows.  I just know who I choose to cast my lot with.  Whether accepted is not my choice.

Had a wild dream last night.  It was longer by far, but the rest was pretty typical car safari stuff.  I think it was in Siberia.  Anyway, I had to drive over a very long rickety bridge.  I had watched a convoy of straight trucks pass both ways, and other traffic, so went for it.  Over a seeming roiling river.

As I was about two-thirds the way over, I had a major curve.  A curve?  I could change that, but it might break the dream.  I was curious, so went on.  As I was turning, I bumped the cruise control button.  Mostly single lane with no side rails.  Right into the drink!  I could break the dream, but I wanted to see what happened next!

In, down, so cold.  Cast nipples, stuffed with shriveled testi matter?  Dark.  Swirlling, disorientating.  But I got out, surfaced, and to shore, in fairly short good order.  I had thought the banks were muddy, but no.  Sandy, rocky, substantial.  Hands were helping me up and out.

The locals were used to this.  Beside tending me freely, they had my vehicle up and out very quickly, for $20 or $30.  They were curious what went wrong.  They chuckled, I joined them.  Vodka rounds until all was finally sorted after a few days.  Friends made, gifts exchanged, then back on my way.  I almost ended up with a sister.  Almost.  Being an early riser on the road, and being able to lie through my teeth has saved me more than once.  At least I didn't leave her with child... to the best of my recollection.

Later, or good night.