Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
Bit o a changeup here. DiveMedic has been hammering on it, as he gets quite a bit’o scrim from his rental properties, but the whole Eviction Moratorium is coming to a close, and this’s IMO a good thing. Mainly because even in the worst of times the CDC as far as I’m concerned had ZERO right to claim that landlords couldn’t throw motherfuckers on the street. For that matter, the whole ‘homeless’ issue itself calls into question the validity of the COVID horseshit. More on that in a few.
But this comes now to a personal thing. Dumbfuck and Dumbunny apparently are being evicted.
This’s my surprised face.
Yep. She poasted of Fecebook (where she tends to put ALL of her biddness out there in typical millennial-attention whoring fashion) that they needed boxes for a move and whatnot and any financial help… of course Wifey finally got ahold of her and shed claims that they’re actually moving to better digs but reality is, they’ve both been unemployed for over a year, with the exception of DoorDash which is the only job Dumbfuck can do what with multiple felony convictions… Dumbunny cut us dead from their lives when we tried to help… help as in tell them to actually become better people, maybe try to be better parents, maybe not let Dumbfuck beat on her regularly? I mean Oh the horror!
Now she’s back and talking to Wifey.
I told her we ain’t doing shit, ain’t helping, no fucking how, no fucking way.
I got exactly a big fat fucking nuthin’ for them fuckers.
BIG part of it, besides being complete and utter pieces of whytte trash, they spent the entire ‘lockdown’ and alllll the subsequent bennies and monies and freebies that the DotGov gave them going to exciting places and exotic locations, i.e. they went to shows, stayed at vacation resorts in the mountains, and generally fucked around, having a good ole time, and then, now that the rent is due? They’re crying how unfair it all is and how it ain’t right.
I haven’t, outside of a trip to Saint Augustine, haven’t gone anywhere for any length of time. ZERO vay-kays. In fact, the St Auggie trip was actually biddness that Wifey had with a Wedding she was doing hair n makeup for, so we turned it into a mini-kay, as we haven’t really gone anywhere or done anything since we’ve been together.
Shit, I haven’t seen the MomUnit in almost 2 years.
Mostly because MomUnit is a CNN junky and actually believes this’s a world-ending plague.
Oh well… either way, man, seeing all the poasts on Fecebook from Dumbunny over the past year, year and a half? yeah… steams my motherfuckin’ clams man…badlyNASCAR races, niiiiice trips to Waterparks over weekends in really nice hotels? Going out to dinner like every. single. meal?
Spoiled fucking children, who feel entitled to free rent.
Fucking Lotus Eaters man…
She (Dumbunny) is leveraging the NewGranBebe to possibly have us do something… hasn’t directly said anything yet, but I know her and him. Grifters nonpareil. Wifey tentatively asked about NGB, and it was sort of left open ended. I know at some point Grandma-Biology is going to kick in, at which point I’ve already made it clear AGAIN we ain’t doing shytte.
Thing is, these two fucks haven’t sent Gift #1 or anything to GranBebe. Their first borne may as well not even exist. It makes me madder than fuck. FIREBREATHINGLY angry. Outside of the occasional vidya-chat, they’ve had no interest, put ZERO fucking effort into ANYTHING for her, and it tears me up, especially since GranBebe is now asking about Mama and Dada…
And I can’t do or say anything. I mean I’d like to do things. Dark and Unspeakable Things and then I put a leash back on that aspect of my personality, double check the metaphoric chains and locks on THAT particular cage in my psyche, and go about dealing with my normal anger issues…
THAT particular ‘Big Country Expat’ should never be unleashed. If -he’s- allowed out, shit is officially off the fucking chain into full on bugshit cray-cray, and life as we know it will never, ever be the same again.
So as I mentioned a BIG reason CDC illegally implemented the whole ‘can’t throw deadbeat motherfuckers out’ rule was to cut down on a possible rise in homelessness. Now, this begs the question of who the fuck cares? Obviously no one. Because we haven’t implemented a single coherent strategy to alleviate it. No one -wants- it to end… there’s too much money to be made. Let’s face it. The $$$ involved in “tackling homelessness” is in the billions and yet nothing ever gets fucking solved. The people who want to not be homeless generally work their asses off to not become or stay homeless. The rest? Fucking bums… addicts… society’s useless refuse. better to round them up like the untrainable animals they are, and gas them like the rabid animals they are. Cold? yep. Utterly practical? Fuck yeah. But, that’s me for you. CDC was worried it’d cause a ‘spike’ in the virus…
Problem is, in the pre-existing homeless, COVID was a non-starter. The buried studies of which they cannot ever speak of concerning the Bowery and Skid Row in LA? ZERO noticeable infection/death rates in the homeless. Same in Calcutta… sure… for a bit they had a spike, then they positively -flooded- the area with guess what? Hydroxychloroquine. Same shit they’ve been using as an anti-malarial for thirty years, BUT
Doesn’t make “Big Pharm” any moneys, so it’s a no-no here.
Homelessness is like Cancer. Too much money in the treatment, not in the cure. We’ll never see an end to it as long as people can make money ‘advocating’ and “working towards ending it” with no identifiable or consistent results. As long as zero accountability in a real-world fashion vis-a-vis the problem, it’ll be there.
So, that’s the short one for todayI’m in training at work now, for 10 hours a day. Every. Single. Day. Such is the life of a salaried mo’fo’.
They’d never do this if I was hourly.
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