Snowflakes

 

As snowflakes cumulate on the ground around me

I sang with you sister, Dawn, under the tootlage of Tim Liscum, the Satellite High School choir teacher that killed himself earlier this year; he had been caught trying to meet one of the students with thoughts of getting off. Cho mos hang out where there are children, we should say this bit out loud more often.  

I'm not kind, I'm honest. I want my daughters and their daughters to walk in a world where no man can trounce in their sacred space. Where girls and boys can progress through life with out mentally weak adults pushing their sexual fetishes on the youth so they can have eunuchs with which to play. Meanwhile young women are removing healthy breast tissue and the learning* channel paraded a mental unfit mother and her son to entertain the masses as the doctors and psychologists experimented on him so his mother could make money and be famous; he's a Frankenstein now. I don't want any of this to be a model for the future except for a "never again" moment. The identity culture of teaching the youth to turn from their parents to those that will affirm lies has manufactured adults with no spine that say 'no'. No human is born in the wrong body. I enjoy channeling my inner harpy and being long winded so I'll continue my didache. The amount of abominable standards that have been set in this society where there is vilification for those that can think smarter than the average human and that maybe teaching children that human life is easy to terminate instead of, "you should only have sex with someone with whom you'd want to start a family."

I told my children that I would always tell them the truth and that the world is not kind. 

Update...

We attended the same Catholic Church in Florida but it is not the one I grew up in. The Catholic Church was taken over long ago as the Presbyterian, Episcopalian, Methodist and such. I'm a Kristin, not a Christian. My God is the Old God.

This is the house of David and we are collecting fore skins for God.