http://www.zippittydodah.com/2022/04/they-are-about-to-be-greeting-real.html

Dog Poet Transmitting...….

Toxic and ill winds blow around The World. Aligned creatures of darkness, travel in flocks, seeking perches in unattended minds. The Culture itself has become a poison, and Insanity is the symptom. The ghosts of Oliver Cromwell and Maximilian Robespierre, walk through the mist like Rick Blaine and Captain Louis Renault, recreating their own “beautiful friendship,” which does not bode well for the rest of us.

When COVID-phony lurched onto the scene, first as Corona, and since... has become every seasonal malady one can imagine or remember, and is now part of a huge wedding party under the big umbrella tent of FEAR... I did not pay a lot of attention. I think I might have worn a mask, very briefly, twice during the whole Plandemic of Stupidity that came and went, and transformed into an economic bonanza for The Few. It seems like every antagonist they drum up, winds up... on a shelf at Walmart. You take it home and it winds you up, and your imagination does the rest.

For years, I would notice the constant adverts and reminders about flu shots. I never got any. I seldom if ever catch anything of the kind. It's been many years now since I was last under for any of these. God lives on the Farm of My Body. He sits on the porch, in the shade of the afternoon, and he watches me labor with his borrowed force, as he acts through me, and around me, and everywhere all at once, all the time. Thank you; you wonder of all time, you singular beauty from which all beauty proceeds. You are the love of my life.