Everybody Sucks

Newsflash

I am on a sibling chat with my brothers and sister. We all live in remote areas, hundreds of miles from each other and might not always get along. But, the funny thing is…it is as if we have all been in training for this moment in time. I grew up in the 70’s and 80’s. Dad owned a chain of carpet stores in NoCal and..as I was 10 and 14 years younger than my sibs, and daddy’s little princess, I was a spoiled brat. They all ran the family business and I reaped the rewards. The rewards of a family who were always talking shop. Lots of territory was covered about the Times To Come. Speculation was spoken of and acted upon.

Or 45 years.

We had a family dinner every night. My dad was The Huckleberry of all time. He would be anyone’s Huckleberry. Bring it on. He wasn’t scared of anything. He played football in high school, bashing through the weak defensive lines with his head, and for all his trouble was awarded a football scholarship to San Jose State. Here is a Substack with a few stories about my dad. The older I get, the smarter he becomes.

When I was about 15, I went on vacation with my brother and his family. He had 3 kids at the time, and looking back I know WHY they invited me. Babysit much? We took the 5th wheel and headed to Yellowstone. In all the talking around the dinner table there was usually a mention of buying a Bolt Hole, someplace to get away from Big Gov. As we were on this vacation, I remember being in MT and visiting an actual compound. We had unhooked the RV and driven down a dirt road with checkpoints and guys with radios and rifles letting us proceed. And this was in the late 70’s. I now know what it was, but back then?? Didn’t know and didn’t care.

And Now?

Our sibling text thread is most interesting NOW. Because we have known that all this was coming. Eventually. You can define ALL THIS as any of the below:

Plandemics/Forced Death Shots

Plagues of Egypt

One World Government

Digital Currency/No Cash

Social Credit Score

Apocalyptic Scenes like Paradise, Santa Rosa, Maui and LA

Illuminati/World Bank/WEF control

Infiltration By Insurgents

Suppression of The Church

UFOs/DEWs

Human Trafficking Tunnels/Pedo Rings

Prophecy Given And Fulfilled

Earthquakes

Wars/Rumors of Wars

Literally anything you can imagine coming true

Finally, after going down many holes of rabbits, my younger brother ends the discussion thread with the words Everybody Sucks. I could not disagree. As he sends his wild-land firefighter son from CDA to SoCal to fight human caused fires, it is obvious.
Everybody does suck. Let’s just leave it there for a minute. If you laugh because we say Everybody Sucks and agree, then you obviously do not suck.

Suck is such a word! Here is where we circle back to good old dad at the dinner table. (Read my post from above first, so you understand a little about who he was)

I am sitting at the dinner table with my whole family when I was about 12 years old. A sheltered, Christian school little girl, always trying to be good. Kind of like Mary from Little House on the Prairie. At this stage of world events there was some tussle with Iran, so I thought it would be most funny to tell the story of the bumper sticker that I saw on a car that day. I pipe up to fill the silverware-clanking silence by saying “I saw the funniest bumper sticker today!!” and as expected, one of The Family asks “What was it??” and I answer with my best LAURA Ingalls impression “It said IRAN SUCKS.” As the silence descended upon the dining room, every utensil froze in midair and every eye shifted to my dad under hooded lids. You could cut the air with a Pampered Chef Chopper.

Dad, once again looks around the table with disgust at the silence from The Family and I titter nervously. I wanted to be cool. I wanted to be grown up. Somehow, in the pit of my stomach, I knew I had stepped in the opposite of cool. What I stepped in was brown, hot and smelly. Dad raises his bushy eyebrows and his voice and says to me “SUCKS!! DO YOU KNOW WHAT SUCKS MEANS!!?????” complete with laser eyes that could reduce genetically unrelated people to absolute puddles of self-immolation. A normie would be so dead.

In that most awful moment, it felt like the description of how people recall disasters when it happens to them. Slo-Mo. I saw my life flash before my eyes and I was able to reason with clarity in those few seconds. What if I DID tell my dad that I DID know what sucks actually means? I could even picture it. Me: “Yeah, like duh dad. It means putting penises in your mouth and sucking them!” and I even pictured my dad’s head popping off and hitting the popcorn ceiling. POP!

That scenario would forever tarnish me as the Golden Child in dad’s eyes. He might even pull me out of my Christian school (which was across from the fairgrounds and filled with Bonus Cowboys) and take away my best friend Tonnie, my partner in all things. I could not let that happen. So, I lowered my face to my plate and in my best impression Mary Ingalls, full of feigned ignorance, I lied to his face (for his own good) and told him “No, I do not know that that means.” His answer for the ages was “Well, if you don’t know what it means then don’t say it!!”

And now, 48 years and many sucks later, I can say out loud that Everybody Sucks.

MSM is The Disease. X is The Cure

As someone who has avoided X as a form of virtue signaling, that train has sailed. I now find that I can’t get my news from any where else, because the reports on X are from real people with boots on the ground and skin in the game. Their houses are on fire and yet they take the time to make a video. So, the current LOOK AT ME! society we have become is now morphing into the only news that we can trust. How ironic is that??

Elon was correct. You are the media now. Let’s get to gettin’.

Oh, and Happy Birthday Dad. Even though you are gone, you are never forgotten.