Here we are at the end of the week. Brad greeted me this morning with, “It’s Friday! Every day is Friday. Except Sunday. Monday thru Saturday is Friday.” Say’s the man whose been fully retired for nearly four years. Life is good at the Blankenship house. Most people don’t know how funny my husband can be. He’s a big kidder. Enjoys joking with folks like his dad did.

He is headed to town to pick up a prescription, get the mail from the Post Office (I have a package) and bring home Brisket Tacos from Frank & Lola’s for our lunch. He’s already put away the clean dishes for me so all I need to do is strip both beds and launder bedding today.

I asked him earlier if he thought it was nice enough outside to open the house. He barely had the front door opened, announced, “Nope” and closed it. It’s in the mid 80’s, windy, and humid. I didn’t expect it to get that warm so quickly today but it is after 12 pm after all. I sort of lost track of time puttering around on the laptop this morning.

Brad had shared a photo on FB earlier and in all their wisdom, FB flagged the photo as ‘sensitive content, may show graphic or violent content’ and had it blurred out. I had to click on ‘see photo’ to even tell what it was. Then I went back and clicked on ‘learn more’ to find that the censors at FB have deemed it ‘sensitive’ due to…drum roll please…’possible animal abuse.’ I kid you not! Those brain-dead, batcrapcrazy morons think that a photo, with a Bible verse, of a cowboy bringing a newborn calf in out of the storm is considered animal abuse. Holy. Crap.

“Graphic Content’ according to Facebook.

I honestly don’t know what to think about this. It’s like we’re living in the novel ‘1984’ where everything is doublespeak. It’s nuts! I’m fond of saying that to take offense requires an act of free will: We either choose to take offense or not. It’s up to us. Which is true. However, I’ve come to realize that some things are, due to their content and the impact on others, downright offensive!

How in the name of all that’s holy did a tiny percentage of people in our society gain the power to manipulate the vast majority of decent, rational, reasonable, law abiding citizens with their bullshit and nonsense? For instance. Children can’t dress up like Native American Indians for Halloween anymore, but a grown man can dress up like a woman and if he isn’t referred to by ‘his’ pronouns and treated like a lady can sue someone! A man dressed as a ‘drag queen’ can cavort around in suggestive poses while ‘reading’ to a group of kindergarten students but a woman who dresses the way the man did and shows up at a school board meeting to make a point about what our children are exposed to is yelled at and declared ‘indecent.’

Thank goodness more and more parents are stepping up and confronting the child abuse that is forced on our children. In. Public. School. No wonder more and more parents are opting to home-school their children. Our children are being groomed by perverts. Right under our noses. It has to stop. And I believe it will. Of course, it would help if MSM (Main Stream Media) began reporting on the fact that children are being exposed to graphic, sexual content. That’s child sexual abuse, folks. If someone in a workplace environment can be disciplined for overtly sexual advances to other adults, then why is it acceptable for our children to be exposed to these perverts?

I firmly believe that there is a special place in hell reserved for people who prey on children.

Now that I’ve gotten that off my chest…I need to find something constructive to do before Brad gets back with lunch…starting with a hot shower. I must have slept in the same position too long during the night and my neck is bugging me. Nothing a hot shower won’t cure!

Have a blessed RED Friday, ya’ll. And take care of your children. Keep them safe from the perverts.

Published by thenerdyyarnlady

I am a Native Texan, Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Great-Grandmother, Catholic Convert residing in rural North East Texas since 1975 when I married my husband and this small town girl became a country girl. I was taught to knit at the age of ten and discovered the writings of Elizabeth Zimmerman shortly after I married. I learned to ‘unvent’ things as I went along, to create my own patterns and generally have a blast with yarn and needles. In the mid 1980’s I explored the idea of spinning my own yarn and eventually got interested in weaving on a floor loom. I have three spinning wheels and a 24″ four-shaft Herald floor loom that I purchased from a friend in the 1990’s. I also enjoy sewing, tatting and making rosaries. I have a work room that contains my fiber, yarn, floor loom, sewing machines, serger and rosary making supplies. I have a spinning corner in a bedroom next to my work room, both with north windows looking toward the creek.

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