Justice spell for America (Yule gift from a Golden Dawn pirate)
It's a great day in America. Yule 2024. Did you miss me? Of course not. Bitches, you are. Got you presents. Oh, you care about that. Too bad, the presents are worst than socks. And as my dead mother would say, "You deserve no better." You are on fire, America. Or at least, smouldering. Nice toxic smoke going on, about to go ablaze. And you voted for it. As Mom used to say, "Christmas shaming time!" But your shame is nothing compared to mine. Since this is my blog, I have to win, so here is my shameful "I must be kicked out of the family" confession for those of you who missed the last two decades of my life. Ready? Because I wasn't ready for any of this nonsense. And I left blogging. Yeah, dumb. I was laid off from Loco Gyro, so Sister Gart could convert that food court into an exercise center which she thought would make more money for the sporting goods family. Given that a decade of restaurant management left me disgruntled, I chose to leave t...