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friday, june 17th, 2022

Sometimes, something is so horrifying that you simply cannot process it –- your brain tells you that it’s not real,that it can’t be real, but the horror now approaching us is all too real. Millions of people are likely to starve to death in the next year -– we know it’s coming, we know why, and yet our garbage ruling caste is paralyzed. Inflation, particularly of fossil fuels, and the crop failures caused by lack of fertilizers (again, exacerbated by lack of fossil fuels), will mean mass starvation. Oh, when the TV is filled with pictures of skeletal kids, the regime adherents will rage at us for letting this happen, but they are the architects of this massacre. And they could stop it, if they wanted to, by opening up America’s oil tap.

Friendly fire, isn't.

[FULL TITLE: "Leftists Are About to Kill Millions of People Right Before Our Eyes."]

But they are choosing not to act to stop it.

Not because all of them necessarily prefer that millions of people, primarily in the Third World, to die, though some are certainly not all that displeased. After all, their hideous ideology butchered 100 million people in the last century. But the elite will accept it as the cost of their rule.

Think that’s nuts? Crazy talk? Look at the prog abortion freaks, happy to kill a baby seconds before it sees sunlight if that’s the birthing parent’s whim. Look at the ones crowing about how it was the Jesus-gun people who would die from COVID. Tell me again how much they care about humans who get in their way. No, none of them is willing to do what it will take to derail the death train roaring down the tracks. What it will take is repudiating their poisonous fetishes about the climate hoax, and they can’t do it. They won’t do it. No, they will instead allow millions of sacrifices to appease the angry weather god.

The Demoncratic party, isn't.

And they will lie and blame us when this is all their doing, all the result of their choices stemming from their bizarre obsession with the greatest fraud in scientific history.

The coming food apocalypse is because of fossil fuels, or rather, the lack of them. Now, we do not lack fossil fuels in any real terms. We have more reserves and more capacity than ever to supply the miracle product that creates the fertilizers that grow the food and fuels the transport that moves it to hungry people around the globe. But our rulers hate oil, the same substance that lifted much of the world out of poverty and would do the same to the rest of humanity if they would only get out of the way. 

Yet they won’t. The anti-fossil fuel fanatics are caught up in their pagan climate religion –- something had to fill the void in their empty souls when they rejected actual religion as too constraining of their creepy appetites. Their half-nelson on fossil fuel and their denial of access to it by others means they have power. As with everything about the international establishment, this is about power. It’s about the power to deny you the autonomy that cars give you, the joy that grilling a rib-eye provides. Does it hurt them if you can go where you want and do as you please thanks to oil? No. They just get off on being able to rule over you.

Common sense, isn't.

And their jollies are going to kill millions in the Third World, but our frivolous ruling class doesn’t care about dead Bangladeshis any more than it cared about your family when your job got shifted the Szechuan in the name of globalism or your kid got creeped on by some groomer pervert at the unionized Democrat-run public school. 

Go to the Safeway. Check out the prices. Got to the Shell station. Check out the price per gallon. You’ll find a way to pay it. It will hurt, a lot, and your life will get worse, but you’ll live. But what does someone in Zimbabwe eat when the diesel that carries the grain has doubled in price, and so has the grain itself? That mom in Zimbabwe dies after watching her babies die.

Social media, isn't.

Well, we all know how much the left cares about babies.

We all know the solution –- it’s right there. Unleash America’s energy industry. Stop slow-walking permits, stop banning leases, re-start Keystone. Drill, drill, drill. That’s the solution. More fossil fuels, even without Russia –- whose supplies are out of bounds because our trash president and his coterie of incompetents gave Putin the green light to invade Ukraine. But the ideologues and nuts in the bureaucracy are dedicated to destroying fossil fuels as an energy source. 

We never voted for that. Though you would have heard it if you paid attention to what they said when they thought no one was listening, one ever said to us openly, “Hey, we want to raise the price of gas to $10 a gallon so suddenly the green scams of our campaign contributors will be economically viable.” Oh, they said it to and among themselves –- this is not happenstance but a plan. They want this, and if scores of African babies die because the price of food gets too high and the supply to low, oh well. Just more collateral damage in the quest for swell feelz thanks to the faux-faith of the coastal elite.

But be assured that when the death toll can’t be denied, the regime media will place the blame for the inescapable consequences of these decisions right where it always does same as it ever was.

They did it once with COVID. They’re about to do it again. We can’t let them.

© 5.26.2022 by Kurt Schlichter , "TownHall".

A Day In The Life.

Up at 8a on Friday, a sunny 65° morning, to excruciating pain in my lower back, right buttock, thigh and calf. I took 3 50mg Tramadol HCL and a 5mg Valium. I went thru my finger stick to check my BSL (Blood Sugar Level) and recorded it on my Diabetes 2 Weekly Chart, made Kona Coffee and delayed breakfast, had a couple smokes in the semi-cool garage and checked the weather and news on my Office-Sunroom's Ultra Powerful, Commercial/Industrial, 2009 Desktop HP Computer. I hobbled around the condo, nursing the R/S hip, butt cheek and leg, took another Tramadol and a Tylenol Extra Strength, but even those only dulled the pain, for which I was grateful. Sucks to be me.

The Left is coming for our Rights.

I had breakfast ready, but delayed it until 10:30 -- hells bells, I might just have it for lunch -- until the drugs got into my system, and weren't diluted by anything other than Kona Coffee. I listened to the Chris Plante Show (9-12noon), since I had "nowhere to go, nothing to do and no one to do it with", today. I finally had breakfast at 11:30a, and although the pain was still with me, I had to keep moving or it got worse. Damn.

Did you watch the almost-TV station (except Fox) Fake News Channels -- performing acts of "journalistic gratification", with cases of Chapstick® on the corrupt politicians -- Soviet-style show trial broadcast of the Leftist DemonKKKrat Circlefest Clusterf•ck Jan 6th "Insurrection" sewage? I watched 5-6mins, and switched to some other rerun crap, which I can't remember. FNC pre-empted "Gutfeld!" at 11p, for more commentary on that idiotic leftist/socialist/communist/Marxist/fascist shitshow. PO'd, I turned it off and went to sleep. I predict that they'll issue a subpoena for Trump, find him guilty of sedition and incitement to riot, refer it to the AG's office, and he'll issue a warrant for Trump's arrest. They want this to happen before the midterm elections. We'll see what happens.

I called Sherry around 12noon, and just hearing her voice and laugh made me feel a little better. With all of the drugs in my system, I decided it would not be wise to drive to get any errands done, for at least a few hours. I soon heard that the DJIA was down 880pts and isn't going back up, anytime soon. When it hits 30,000, then we're in a recession and in deep financial shit. Remember Reagan's old quip: "A Recession is when your neighbor loses his job. A Depression is when you lose yours." (And a Recovery is when Lunch Bucket Joe Biden loses his.)

By 2p, I was feeling good enough to go out to get a few nearby errands done, do a few light condo chores back home, and rest my still-hurting R/S butt. Heh. I listened to the "CP Show Podcast" of the morning's show, much of what I missed, due to the pain. High for the day was 84°, with t-storms in the near forecast. I had a Grilled Cheese & Sliced London Broil Sandwich w/ Salsa and Spiral Pasta Salad, for dinner. Delicious! Later, I watched -- or tried to, but it was abject crap -- Discovery's "Gold Rush: Parker's Trail" (real dogshit episodes), but switched to Fox for "Tucker" and then to anything I could find. "Gutfeld!" was on at 11p, and after that, I unplugged for the night.

I slept-in until 9a on Saturday, a rainy, humid 64° morning, with showers and t-storms forecast for the day and tomorrow. I had the excruciating R/S buttock-thigh-calf pain again, so I took 2 Tramadol and an Tylenol Extra Strength, after the finger stick and coffee. I delayed breakfast, took another Tramadol an hour later, and checked the weather and news; same old, same old crap. I decided to stay inside today, since I had no pressing errands which couldn't be done Sunday or Monday.

The national average retail price for regular gasoline hit $5.01 per gallon on Saturday for the first time in over two decades, according to data from AAA. We've just passed the theoretical gasoline price "tipping point". The Bidet&Co administration is planning to push a policy that would require tobacco companies to reduce the level of nicotine in cigarettes sold in the US. The leftist Stalinist demonKKKratCommunist Show Trial goes on, but no mention of the murdered Ashli Babbitt was made.

Also, Michael Sussmann, a crooked lawyer representing Hillary Clinton's 2016 campaign, has been not guilty of a single count of lying to the politically-corrupted FBI,I when he said he was not working on behalf of any client when he alleged a covert communications channel between the Trump Organization and Russia's Alfa Bank. The DNC-controlled MSM made brief mention of the attempt on the life of SCOTUS Justice, Brett Kavanaugh; brief mention of the 18yr old leftist punk who was arrested. And then they buried it. The corrupt US Governments' gun control agenda marches on, using dumbassed, brainwashed libtard punks in DC. Similar marches are set to be held the same day in more than 450 cities in the US, and around the world, today. Yawn, just another day here in America.

After a 3hr snooze on the LR couch, I had dinner and watched parts of the 2022 Legendary Grandfather-of-all-races, FIA/IMSA 24 Hours of LeMans Endurance Race, from France, and Discovery's "Expedition Unknown", until 11p. Lights out. The AZERBAIJAN F-1 GRAND PRIX is on at 6:55a, and runs for exactly 2hrs.

Up at 6a to the alarm clock, I stumbled downstairs, NO PAIN, to get the usual finger stick routine done, coffee made and get ESPN on the 82" Samsung QLED-4k HD TV fired-up. The 24 Hours of LeMans was just winding down, as the Azerbaijan F-1 GP was starting. Toyota's 2 HyperCars won the 24hr race handily, and Red Bull Racing won the F-1 GP. I grabbed a shave and a shower, had breakfast and started laundry. Those done, I had paperwork and filing to do, before the IndyCar Race at Road America (Elkhart Lake, WI) road course, came on NBC/peacock. Good races, all three.

I went to nearby Weis Market to get some things, came home to unload, and fell asleep on the LR couch for 4hrs. 4 hours! Heh; I needed that. Up at 8p, I made a quick dinner, watched some TV, put the Jeep into the garage for the night, and caught-up on the news. I have a plumber coming-in between 8-11a, tomorrow, so I needed to get more sleep tonite. I bagged it at 11p.

Awake at 6a on Monday, it was a rainy, humid 74° start to the day, forecast to get to an uncomfortable 89° -- certainly nowhere near what TX has gotten over the past days and weeks -- but crappy enough for us. I did the usual finger stick routine, made coffee, took one Tramadol, checked the weather and news. I checked the day's "to-do" list and besides the plumber, all I had was a trip down south to Red Lion, to the cleaners, to p/u and drop-off a load of shirts and jeans for washing/starching/pressing. Meanwhile I listened to the The Chris Stigall Show (6-9am).

The opening US Markets are taking another serious dump, and quickly moving lower to a worse-than-Bear Market. Are you ready for what's ahead? Financial collapse? Perhaps Prophetic Redlines? Worldwide fertilizer and food shortages. The US Treasury 10Y-5Y yield curve has gone into negative territory (which usually occurs before a recession). At the same time, US mortgage rates are climbing like Tom Cruise in “Top Gun: Maverick” to 5.87% as The Fed tightens its choke hold on markets. We're going down. Start with those; I'll have other articles in next week's "Journal".

After the plumber finished, I paid and tipped him, left for the cleaners down south, and came home to unload. I had a Chicken Salad Sandwich on a Croissant w/ Chips for lunch, felt really tired and laid down on the LR couch, for 5hrs. I had a 98.5° temp, wasn't feeling well, took a Tylenol Extra Strength, did my nightly 17 pill regimen, watch a couple of History's "American Pickers" episodes until 9:30p, and called it a day. Not feeling well.

•••••• Sick Monday Night; 1 Covid Test Negative ••••••

•••••• Sick All Day Tuesday; 2 Covid Tests Negative ••••••

•••••• Sick Part-Day Wednesday; 2 Covid Tests Negative ••••••

Back again, sort of. I slept most of yesterday, hydrating and taking Tylenol, testing for Covid when I could, and just sleeping thru the evening and night. This morning, I wasn't sure I'd wake-up. I did, had a hi-protein breakfast and went to my 11a haircut app't. Back home by 12, I had a hi-protein lunch, and went back to sleep for 4hrs. I called Sherry just to hear her voice. After a hi-protein dinner, I watched a few episodes of Discovery's "Expedition Unknown" new season, and call it Yankee Doodle at 9p.

I slept-in until 9:30a on Thursday, did the semi-usual routines, made coffee and breakfast, and a friend stopped-by at 10, with some money he owed me. I had a load of laundry to do, drank coffee all morning to get the grogginess out of my head. I had a 1p Therapeutic Massage, but had already prepped for it, last evening. I had a banana for lunch, and left at 12:15p for the app't. That done, I drove to Weis Market, picked-up 3 things, for $19.00, and drove home to take a nap. (Yesterday, I filled-up 16.5gals of the Jeep's 25gal tank, with Ethanol Free 90oct Premium, and it was $99.82. Damn.) Two hours later, I made a Grilled Cheese & Bacon Sandwich for a late lunch, and saw this posted:

2:45pm EDT, Jun 16 2022
until 11:00pm EDT, Jun 16 2022




Crap. After checking the AccuWeather and WeatherChannel radar maps, it looked like the heavy t-storms were headed north and south of the York area, and were forecast to hit after 11p, but I moved the Jeep inside the garage, anyway. I grabbed a shower, watched Fox for a few hours, and quit for the night, at 10p.

Tomorrow starts a new week here in the "Journal", and I hope that whatever's making me feel lousy, goes away.

A Cinderella Story.

Cinderella was now 75 years old.

After a fulfilling life with the now passed-away Prince, she happily sat upon her rocking chair, watching the world go by from her front porch, with a cat called Alan for companionship.

One sunny afternoon, out of nowhere, appeared the Fairy Godmother.

Cinderella said: “Fairy Godmother, what are you doing here after all these years?”

Fairy Godmother replied: “Well, Cinderella, as you have lived a good, wholesome life since we last met, I have decided to grant you three wishes. Is there anything for which your heart still yearns?”

Cinderella was overjoyed, and after some thoughtful consideration, almost under her breath, she uttered her first wish: “I wish I was wealthy beyond comprehension.” Instantly, her rocking chair was turned into solid gold. Cinderella was stunned.

Alan, her old faithful cat, jumped off her lap and scampered to the edge of the porch, quivering with fear said: “Oh thank you, Fairy Godmother!”

The Fairy Godmother replied: “It’s the least I can do. What does your heart desire for your second wish?”

Cinderella looked down at her frail body and said: “I wish I were young and full of the beauty of youth again.” At once, her wish became reality, and her beautiful youthful visage returned. Cinderella felt stirrings inside her that had been dormant for years. And long-forgotten vigour and vitality began to course through her very soul.,the Fairy Godmother again spoke:

“You have one more wish, what will you have?”

Cinderella looked over to the frightened cat in the corner and said: “I wish you to transform Alan my old cat into a beautiful and handsome young man.” Magically, Alan suddenly underwent a fundamental change in his biological make-up, that, when complete, he stood before her a boy so beautiful –- the likes of which neither she nor the world had ever seen –- so fair indeed that birds began to fall from the sky at his feet.

"Cinderella. Enjoy your new life!” The Fairy Godmother again spoke: “Congratulations".

And, with a blazing shock of bright blue electricity, she was gone. For a few eerie moments, Alan and Cinderella looked into each other's eyes. Cinderella sat, breathless, gazing at the most stunningly perfect boy she had ever seen.

Then Alan walked over to Cinderella, who sat transfixed in her rocking chair, and held her close in his strong, youthful arms.

He leaned in close to her ear, whispered, blowing her golden hair with his warm breath: “I bet you regret having me neutered now, don’t you?"

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