Friday, August 11

[chochiyo_sama]

Friday, August 11

I have been so busy cleaning and organizing and dealing with all the drama and trauma that is continuously boiling and bubbling around me that I just don’t have the time or the energy to post anything.  And I get tired of posting boring descriptions of how much work I have done or about the most recent crazy political bullshit that makes me want to enroll in the Thanos School of Societal Improvements.

For the record, the most recent political bullshit involves the Wee 1 Tactical creation of the JR15—a bunch of ignorant fuckwads who had designed a gun exactly like the AR15, including the ability to fire actual REAL fucking bullets, except that these guns are smaller and lighter so they are a perfect fit for very young children.  Like children who are 5 to 7 years old.  Or maybe even younger.   

This link is from the Rachael Maddow show.  I am aghast that this is actual reality. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRojUekUYZg&ab_channel=MSNBC

When I first heard about this, I was sure it was satire—you know, like the whole “Donald tRUMP is actually an alien lizard creature who is just wearing a human skin to fit in so he can lead the assault on our planet.”  Not that I find it all that unlikely that tRUMP is more reptile than human, but seriously.  The other would be the recent craziness that Lily and her GQP pals lapped up and believed—that “all the schools in the US are now going to be mandated to put litter boxes in all public school bathrooms to accommodate children who identify as cats.”

Also extremely horrifying to me is the fact that, when Adam Schiff spoke out against this in congress, the even-more-psychotic-than-Sarah-Palin female republican idiot, Marjory Taylor Green, wailed about “gun rights” and how, if ONLY the children in Uvalde had been armed with these JR15s, they could have “protected themselves.”

That nutjob needs to be airlifted to the maw of the nearest active volcano and DROPPED IN.

But, that’s not what I came here to talk about.

I came to talk about my pending adventure.

Tomorrow I will be taking my mother, my aunt, and my sister Joni on a little road trip.  I will pick up the first two and drive them to Owatonna to pick up my sister.  Then we will drive to my paternal grandparents’ farm which is east of Geneva so we can look upon the rotting corpse of the haunted house that we lived in until I was in third or fourth grade.

I make it a point to go and look at it every year or two. 

The last time I went out there, most of the bricks had fallen off the front of the house, the roof was falling in, and most of the windows were broken.

I always stare at the windows, half hoping I will see one of the entities that haunted that place drift by one and praying that I DO NOT see any of them.  That place was literally haunted by something very dark and malevolent.

All of us saw “things” there.  I used to lay in my bed and look out the door to the open stairway and watch pulsating blobs of color (usually bruise purple and zombie flesh green) drift up the stairway making a faint rustling/tinkling noise, turn to the left at the landing, drift up another three steps and then make a faint champagne cork “POP” noise and disappear.  Once I watched a full body skeleton slowly ascend the stairway, turn at the landing, go up the three steps, “POP,” and vanish.

The creepiest thing I ever saw there was a doppleganger of my sister Kim.  The only bathroom was downstairs.  No lights were allowed to be left on or even turned on in the night.  The bathroom was right across the hallway from the stairway.  The dark, scary kitchen was to the left, and the dark, scary dining room was to the right.  I was terrified to go down there to pee in the night, but I knew I could not hold it all night.  I stood on the landing, staring down at the darkness, trying to build up my courage to go down there.

Suddenly, my “sister” was there at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at me with a slight smile on her face.  It was very dark, so I could barely see her.  She mostly looked gray.  I very softly asked if she would wait for me to pee, but she just looked up at me, smiling that slight smile.  It looked exactly like Kim—even wearing the same “shortie” summer pjs that we all wore.

I asked at least two or three more times, but she said nothing.  Just smiled up at me.

I was getting desperate.  I really, really had to go!  I didn’t want to speak any louder as I knew my father would be furious if I woke him up.  He had a very bad temper.

The final time I asked her, her smile widened just a little and she tilted her head to the left.  And tilted it to the left…and tilted it to the left…and then her head just rolled off her shoulders, down the side of her body, landed softly on the floor at her feet and rolled away into the very dark kitchen.  Her body continued just standing there, motionless.

I ran back into my bedroom where I either peed into the wastebasket or onto the rug—I can’t remember exactly.  I just knew I was terrified.  I remember hoping that the pee would dry up by morning.  I don’t think it did. 

I just knew that there was NO WAY I was going downstairs with that THING, whatever it was, hanging around down there.

BTW, Kim was sound asleep in our bed the whole time.

 

Comments

[minoanmiss]

Someone should throw holy water at that house. And at MTG.

[the_godiva]

I did some cleaning up in the yard yesterday. I removed all of the pots of dead stuff from the fountain, then put the dead stuff in the trash and the dirt in some buckets. I’m going to throw it in the front raised bed planters to help fill in so I don’t have to buy as much potting soil.

Are you serious? No one remembers the group of third graders that conspired to murder their teacher and actually brought supplies to school to do it? Like rope and a knife. Imagine if one or two of them had a WeeOneAR instead. Who in their right mind thinks it is a good idea to provide loaded guns to a toddler having a tantrum?

Children don’t have any rights under the law. Not until they are legal adults. Until then they are chattal; possessions of adults that “own” them.

MTG is an idiot. So is Loren Boebert, Sarah Palin and Michelle Bachmann. What is it about the GQP that attracts these whackos or about their party that votes to have them represent them?

I am surprised no one bought that house. It would probably have sold for cheap. And if there was land attached it could be razed and a new house built. Maybe it is because of where I live but I don’t understand how any house can be abandoned let alone a farm with land.

Today I’m picking up stuff at Home Depot to repair the irrigation in the front yard.