Well....Someone Broke Into My Garage

 Today I am thankful that I have a dog and a camera system. 

I'm just saddened that I let the batteries die in my camera after I broke my ankle so I didn't get a picture of the perp. 

I came home Thursday, went out into the garage, and noticed a chair under the garage door opener with several feet of wire around the chair.  I initially thought they were pulled off of the walls. 

I don't remember having wires on the wall but to be honest, I don't pay attention. 

My tools were all over the place. 

Baskets were moved. 

No one can get into the house.  I still brace my doors with metal rods.  I learned my lesson after I caught Mike's sister breaking into the house. 

Still....someone managed to get into the garage. 

Sigh...

Today I'm babysitting. 

The young adults living here took the kiddo out to walk the dog. 

I left to pick up the kiddo's favorite pizza. 

When I came back, there were several feet of thick wire threaded through the top of the garage door. 

Damn it! 

There is very little in the garage for a thief to steal.  Right now, I'm just using the garage to stage old furniture until I pay someone to haul it off. 

If the thief wants some old leather and oak furniture....be my guest. 

If (s)he comes into my home, the demons will come out to play.  If you're gonna break into a witch's house, don't do it towards the end of summer when black candles are plentiful. 

Someone doesn't know me. 

(cue the cackling). 

*****

Maybe I'll write about the other weirdness in my world. 

There was an OBH mandated diversity class I took that tried to teach me that I'm supposed to pretend that white people are inherently racist, even if they are orphans who are said to have fathers who are African American. 

I guess even those white folks married to black partners are racist, too. 

Yeah - I'm buying that unlike my first house in Montbello, my bass guitars, and my huge collection of R & B music.

(That's my version of sarcasm...)

That would have flown back in the 70's.  Today....not so much. 

In this class, they taught about the practice of redlining, where lenders would only lend to minorities in certain zip codes.  There was no mention that this practice has been illegal since 1968! If this happens to you, I'm sure a competant real estate lawyer will sue on your behalf for a percentage of the settlement. 

Just take it from Sue Happy. 

There were other tidbits of incomplete information.  I'll type them out as I remember them. 

The other thing that irritated me was the discussion of Jim Crow which was said to allow the discrimination of black people.  NO....Jim Crow was the government forcing people to discriminate against black people. 

Just like the government is trying to sell the stupid idea that all white folks are racist.  Nothing like dividing a populace to cause trouble and keep control over everyone. 

Says the white chick who pulls over when she notices the local cops searching vehicles.  Yeah...if you see an old red headed chick standing by a Buick on the side of the road watching while the cops search your car, she'll answer to Siegfred.  I also have a dark haired friend who does the same thing.  She's white and answers to the last name of a 80's era president who was once an actor. 

If we are threatened with arrest, both of us would not hesitate to sue the police department, either. 

I guess our racist genes are broken.  

No, we are not broken. The theory of White Fragility was probably born from the mind of a woman struggling with her racism who hasn't realized that things aren't really black and white any more. 

The problem appears to be government actors who get away with discrimination!  

I would say that the reason white folks don't want to talk about race too much any more is that some yahoo comes up with a theory every two or three years shaming us for giving a damn.  It gets old. 

My grandmother was a grand-niece of Ulysses S. Grant.  Her mom was a Pentecostal minister who ministered to the newly freed slaves back in Dayton, Ohio.  My grandmother and her sisters would talk of sewing clothes for the children of the former slaves so that they would feel comfortable attending church. 

To be clear, people in the Pentecostal faith do not believe in color or gender. 

There was a women's based abolitionist movement back in the 1800's which fought for the end of slavery. 

I doubt people who write books to sell business diversity trainings care enough to know that. 

In a couple of generations, most US Citizens are going to have a bit of numerous races in their genetic code. 

Maybe then, we won't be black, brown, red, yellow or white.  We'll get to be the human race.  

I'm trying to be nice.  I have a BA in Social Science, so this stuff is old hat to me. I originally aspired to get my doctorate in social science -but- when colleges stopped giving the children of professors free rides, I decided to switch majors. 

I grew up with a heavy Pentecostal influence.  Fighting for people is natural for me.  It doesn't matter their race or gender.  Justice is all that matters. 

Back in the '90s, I remember having black school board members tell me that people were valued based on how light their skin was and that the darker the skin, the less they could be trusted.  They were pissed at me because I tried to fight for the neighborhood children.  When they couldn't argue against my points, they'd question why I cared or why I lived in an African American neighborhood.

Yeah.....I remember fighting black educators to prevent the busing of black students because they didn't perform well on CSAP tests! Rather than tutor the kiddos, they wanted to make them ride a bus an extra two hours per day! 

No one wanted to talk about how racist standardized tests are, either. 

I remember being told I wouldn't fit in anywhere because of my perceived parentage.  I'm still kind of a lone wolf but wouldn't have it any other way now. 

Yet, I'm the racist because my skin is light? 

Um.....Oh my goodness, the liberals on the licensure board are flippin' insane. 

It's got me reconsidering finishing the program I'm in.  I'm taking a time-out. Maybe it's not the curriculum.  Maybe the problem was the instructor.  

She went on a rant about Trump.  I can't stand Trump but, damn it, why do the liberals blame him for everything? They give him so much power!  It's almost as if they're making him out to be a demi-God or something. 

It's disturbing.  He's JUST a man.  He's a man who spent the majority of his life as a registered Democrat, too.  It's strange how the idiots who complain the loudest don't know squat about politics. 

She made it sound like racism wasn't a thing before Trump's presidency.  

It's annoying.  

If I jump back into politics, you'll know what pushed me over the edge. 

I should be careful, huh....anyone who questions the primary narrative (whether or not it is based in fact or fad) gets canceled. 

Boy...I can't wait for this ugly version of reality to shift......geesh! 

People are starting to see that cancel culture is about pushing a narrative and stifling free speech.  This is why we now have a bunch of homeless folks who lost work and housing in 2020, a destroyed economy, and people not knowing if they can trust the Covid vaccinations or mask mandates. 

Now we are headed into inflation of epic proportions. 

Still....no one is allowed to question the 2020 Covid narrative. 

Crap - 

On the bright side, it appears some politicians found those old journal articles about the gain of function studies to make the bat coronavirus more virulant.  Funny thing, though, these politicians never seemed to mention that those studies began in Chapel Hill, North Carolina before being moved to Wuhan.  The Republicans never mention that Obama cut the funding but Anthony Fauci kept funding those studies despite the order from the Obama administration. 

What do you want to bet Anthony Fauci (or someone super close to him) has stock in a vaccine company? 

Yeah - you know you're growing warmer when you're called a conspiracy theorist.  Just remember.....conspiracies happen all the time and it's only a theory until it's proven. 

In this case, one can offer medical journal and newspaper articles as proof. 

Maybe the people in power know but don't want to admit the role of the US in the creation of the virus. 

Truth is a funny thing, it will eventually reveal itself.  

This will wind up being yet another scandal. 

Sigh- 

There are days I need to rant.  I just wish ranting didn't inspire me to do stuff that pisses a bunch of people off. 

Justice is all that matters.  

Love ya, 

S. 

We Treat Dogs Better Than Homeless Folks - but that's not saying much

 

Today I am not sure what I'm thankful for. 

I took my aunt out to lunch today.  I guess I can be thankful for that. 

There was a homeless guy trying to sleep in a corner by a defunct restaurant that shut down in the early days of the pandemic.  Dumb politicians don't understand that the Covid meddling in business destroyed out economy and skyrocketed the numbers of our homeless population. 

Enough rant for now...

The sleeping man was African American.  He appeared to be in his early twenties. 

All he had was a pillow and the clothes on his back - a dirty t-shirt and shorts.

While waiting for the food, I bought a bottle of water, went outside and slipped it next to the man with a $10 bill under it. 

I didn't have more dough with me. 

The man was breathing. 

He's alive. 

He didn't smell of alcohol. 

I didn't wake him up. 

I left and went back inside the restaurant. 

One man approached me to tell me that what I did made his day. 

Later, another man approached me to tell me that I was "very kind." 

I didn't do anything special. 

I didn't do anything they couldn't do. 

People don't want to give them money because they claim they'll buy drugs. 

That homeless man is living in a hell hole now. 

Drugs would help him slip out of that reality. 

Maybe if I can talk to him when he's awake, we can talk about options for treatment. 

Right now, he's in survival mode. 

****

There is a man who panhandles near the Aurora Tah Mahal (my nickname for our spectacle of a municipal building). I gave him a wad of cash (probably not much more than fifteen dollars). 

He remembers me and makes it a point to say "may God bless you." when he sees me. 

It's sad.  

That cash probably didn't go very far. 

When I carry cash, it doesn't last very long. 

There is more need than I have personal funds. 

****

There is a man who panhandles near a bridge on I-225. 

He must've become homeless about ten days ago. 

I drive past him around 6:00 a.m. every day. 

Two weeks ago, he was chipper.  

He was smiling. 

He twirled his sign. 

His clothes were clean. 

As the days passed, he became less and less animated. 

Five days in, his faced began to droop. 

He continuously looked at the concrete. 

Shortly after that, the paramedics had to evacuate the bridge under the highway.  I witnessed homeless folks being loaded onto stretchers.  I never found out why. 

It was 100 degrees that day.  I feared they were burned in the scorching heat. 

I looked for him the next day. 

He was okay. 

This morning, I drove past him and had the good fortune to sit at a red traffic light near where he sat. 

He sat there, holding his sign. 

I had my $20.  I tried to get his attention. 

He just sat there on his bucket, staring at the ground. 

The light turned green. 

In a little less than two weeks, I saw the life and motivation leak out of a man leaving him just a hunk of bone with thin flesh hanging on for dear life. 

We vilify these folks. 

I came home and cried. 

My aunt asked if I called upon anything scary to try to solve the problem. 

I told her no, I hadn't been able to harass any politicians over their stupidity. 

To be truthful, she was asking if I performed a black or grey magick ritual.  

No - there is too much negativity with this issue.  To add the wrong energy into it would just make it worse. 

*****

Later in the evening, 

I was giving a driving lesson to a teen as we drove past a homeless encampment. 

There was a car that looked like it belonged to my friend, parked on the side of the highway with its blinkers on - 

across the street from the encampment. 

I exclaim  "I think [my friend] is here!  Can we stop?"  

The driver refused to stop.  

If that wasn't my friend, we have someone helping out who may need support. 

The longer this goes on, the more people are going to jump into the fray. 

The more push-back the politicians are going to experience.

*****

I may do a ritual or three today on the night of a new moon. 

As I explained to my aunt, 

when I bitch to the Divine, I'll wind up being the person giving the speeches and annoying the hell out of people making the piss-poor decisions. 

If I'm really unlucky, I'll wind up being a politician again. 

That's the last thing I want to do. 

I pray that someone else takes this on, too. 

The more the merrier. 

Humanity needs all the help it can get. 

Love ya, 

S. 

*****

Wow - The Denver PD upholds invalid laws - how long will that last?

Today I am thankful that I learned to fight and that I'm creative about how I go about it. 

Did you know that you can be arrested in Denver for talking to a homeless person? 

Yeah - 

If a cop asks you to stop talking and move away from the homeless peep in a public area, they'll arrest you for what I call 'contempt of cop.' 

Denver was conducting an illegal homeless sweep....again.  

Hey - Denver!  Remember that tax hike you passed to help the homeless last November.  This is what your overlords decided to do with the dough - buy more garbage trucks! 

YOU PAID FOR THAT! 

I have an office in Denver.  I'm paying for that, too.  

Know this - you can and will be arrested for failing to obey an invalid command from a police officer. 

They'll call it valid. 

Constitutionally, it is invalid. 

It's obvious, the overlords at the City and County of Denver want to be sued. 

I'm serious. 

Sad, huh. 

I must talk to fifteen homeless peeps a day in The City and County of Denver - on the street - near - [redacted and redacted]. 

Apparently, a friend of mine was arrested today for this very thing...talking with a homeless person. 

So today I'm pissed off. 

The asshats are running the asylum.  The Dems are letting conservators run amok stealing money from elderly folks.  The Dems that run the City of Denver are also stealing tents, heaters, IDs, social security cards, and belongings from homeless folks.  It's illegal to dispose of the property of homeless folks.  The city is also expected to give SEVEN days' notice before conducting a sweep. 

Since I wasn't arrested, I can't just call up my buddies in the free press and tell them. 

I wonder if Westword would run the story? 

I could just point them to other evidence and see if they want to investigate.  

Or maybe 

I could go outside tomorrow and try my luck. 

Handcuffs turn me on

(but not like that... 

because.....

I'm Ace) 

They turn me on because I'm Sue Happy and have demons to feed. 

By demons, I mean a bunch of lawyers. 

Hmmm....

I'm going to put this out in the public domain. 

Hey Denver - 

Wanna arrest someone for doing something right? 

Let me give you a description of the perp.

She's 5'5". 

In the fifth decade of life but looks much younger.  She has a red afro with some white hair poking out, ruddy complexion, so white she's almost translucent and has eyes that vacillate between green and brown (depending on how pissed off she is). She's 30 pounds overweight, has a propensity to speak Latin with a mid-western accent, wears lots of witchy jewelry that has a tendency to shock anyone who dares touch it and may or may not be wearing a druid cloak.  

I have a second amendment bumper sticker on my car, a no-treble window sticker, a bass guitar lanyard hanging on my rear view mirror and a Gadsen flag in the window of my '89 Buick Century. If you do surveillance, photographs of me never come in clearly (some say that is due to the spirits surrounding me but I think I just break the cameras because I was hit with an ugly stick at birth). 

I'm typically seen carrying a large tote bag with water and protein bars in it.  

Your perp has a propensity to carry a camera with her on her person (a trick learned way back in the 80's). 

So yeah, I am daring any asshat government official that wants to arrest me for being a human being. 

Do it - 

you'll only get yourself attention you don't want. 

It won't be hard to get some aspect of the media on board. 

Hell - I'm near the point of putting together my own web board and news platform. 

Just call me the StarMaker. 

I'll make ya famous. 

Go ahead.....

MAKE 

MY 

DAY 

DECADE! 

It'll be fun getting back in the public eye. 

Too bad the politicians are too busy vilifying the homeless people for the problems they created through bad housing codes. 

I'm going to head to my vehicle right now. 

Come and get me - 

If you arrest me, the 50+ homeless peeps I'm working on helping and those souls I visit at the sober living homes for free won't get the support they're used to getting.  It could cost the taxpayers more money in the long run. 

But at least, a couple of cops will get their 15 minutes. 

And the City and County of Denver higher-ups can scratch their balls out of their sheer masculine prowess knowing that they really saved the community from a hazard.

I mean, Denver officials can't have people helping the homeless at their own expense because they won't be able to justify those nasty tax increases they keep begging for. 

Karma's a bitch. 

I feel sad for the politicians and public servants giving those orders.  

Now, where did I put those keys? 

I'd better go now. I'm wasting daylight! 

Love ya, 

S. 

Edit three hours later: 

There is never a cop around when you want one. 

Sigh....

I had a couple of ideas today - 

So, part of the problem is that Denver refuses to let me speak as I do not live in Denver county.  I'm going to rent a room from a relative so I can qualify for running for office in Denver and speaking in front of the City Council. 

The other idea is to see if I can recruit my musician buddies into some type of media campaign. 

Let's see how this pans out....

Oh, and the U.S. Department of Justice is going after cities for criminalizing homelessness.  If you have time, consider filing a complaint: 

https://www.justice.gov/opa/pr/justice-department-files-brief-address-criminalization-homelessness

Breakfast of Champions

 

Today I am thankful for being a child of the 80's 

(or maybe I should type adult child of the 80's). 

So....

I think many of us are all to familiar with the Brittany Spears saga and the financial abuse she has suffered at the hands of her father who has taken over as her conservator. 

This man dictates Britany's life, right down to the color she can paint her kitchen.  He also uses her financial stability as his personal piggy bank. 

Britney Spears’s Conservatorship Nightmare | The New Yorker

There are countless tales of conservator abuse. 

I had a dear friend whose brother was a political activist.  An opposing political camp applied for conservatorship over his estate claiming him crazy. 

He killed himself rather than lose his freedom. 

I'm no stranger to the abuses of conservatorship.  I've spent many years training to spot it -and- I've developed relationships with people working in the regulatory agencies preventing those abuses. 

As someone who specialized in working with older folks, I had to learn how to spot it. 

1.8.20.Colorado.INDY_.The-Perfect-Crime.Zubeck.pdf (cearjustice.org)

Today - 

I was threatened. 

Today - 

a conservator threatened to sue me if I dare told a soul anything about what was going on.  I don't know the guy.  I really didn't think I'd ever have to talk to him. 

But threatening me was a huge red flag.  Someone is doing something wrong. 

To be honest, I didn't think his disabled client was being robbed. 

Threats have to emanate from something. 

A guilty conscience, perhaps? 

I giggled at the threat.  

I didn't mean to laugh.  

It was funny. 

Luckily, I was wearing a mask.  He didn't see my smirk. 

In another world, my nickname is Sue Happy. 

He repeated his threat. 

I laughed again as an automatic reaction.  I had to stop short of singing a chorus of Danny Elfman-like circular Ooohs. 

"Uh---uh-uh-uh-uh-ooooh-eew-ew-u-eh-oooooo...."

(Man I can't type that.  I should probably just record it.) 

I leaned closer.....locking eyes...softly saying "You'll change your mind when you Google me.  Besides, I'm a mandated reporter." 

Now, I have to call my attorney to see if I have 24 hours to report.  I'll see if I can call in a couple of political favors for the disabled person, too.  I can't tell the guy's story but I can get a couple of names of people passionate about ending the abuses of guardianship. 

Idiots!  

Don't threaten someone before you Google her. 

Geesh! 

Ugh....I'm trying to behave.  

My black candles are still whole.  Man....people like that make me yearn for the smell of sulfur. 

Funny thing - 

I wanted to sing..... 

This would be my love song to justice. I don't pursue men.  I pursue justice.  With the commies in control, justice is getting harder to come by. 

"I used to eat people like you for breakfast." 

I'm getting fat eating the granola. 

Maybe it's time for a change. 

Let's unleash that big ass tornado. 

*****

Now considering frightened neighbors, 

this is the second time I've been threatened in the past 48 hours. 

Some jacknut with a fro wearing a Deadpool T-shirt damaged a home, a car and threw trash all over a neighbor's yard.  He was screaming "give me my wife back!" and punching holes in the window of the house and the windshield of an SUV. 

I called the police and described the assailant.  I uttered, "he has hair just like mine.  It's a shoulder length afro." 

Then the dispatcher asks if the man was black or Hispanic. I heard myself saying the weirdest thing - 

"I'm Caucasian.  White people have fros, too!" 

Then after an hour, the trippy dude with the bad hair and cool t-shirt started messing around with my property. 

Um.....'lil dude doesn't know what he's messing with here.  Don't mess with a wicked witch's rosemary. 

He'd best not come back. 

The police are the least of his worries right now.  

Idiot! 

Oh, and apparently, I was caught cursing an asshat harassing a gay guy.  I don't remember doing that but someone said they saw and heard me.  Must've been instinctual. 

I don't remember doing that.  

It's so damn hard to play nice when surrounded by idiots. 

My subconscious mind is meaner than I am! 

***

I keep running into the same issues but with different victims. 

That usually means the universe wants me to get off my fat ass. 

I guess it's time to exercise by taking down asshats.  That's less fattening. 

Shit, now I have to spend my Monday on the phone.  

Here is a helpful life tip - if you're breaking the law and want to keep it under wraps, don't threaten someone if you're afraid they're going to figure it out.  You'll just let the cat out of the bag sooner. 

And when that happens, you'll get to rock out to the song of pissed off cat. 

Enjoy it - 

Guard your eyes or you'll wind up looking like Nick Fury. 

Love ya, 

S.