Bed Bug Brigade.

The revolving door of uninvited intruders.

When one door closes, does another door open?

If we knew the answer, we would all, and I do mean all, would be

“Sitting pretty”.

That darn game of musical chairs though………..

What happened?

The inability to say “No”, or think you could not say “Yes”, got so, killed. Dead upon arrival.

Some repeatedly made and make the “Final Cut” while many, many of the rest were destined to sit around (would there to be a place to sit) and wait it out. Again and again. And. Again and again. And. Again and again.

While the “in” crowd had and has their way with the least of these, or those, or them or us.

The intrusion of intrusive thoughts wrecked the vacay.

The supposed and designated time of focused rest and restore and relax and rehab.

In fact (and I am one who abhors tossing around facts) one could admit, the focused time resulted in the opposite effect…..went down, south, real quick. Real fast.

Blink of an eye fast.

What to do. What to do?

Punt.

Again?

Please don’t make me do that again.

Recognize we have done “this” before.

I am not a fan.

Although I wish no harm on those who are participants in a plan to bash the bee-gee -bers out of another for a

ball.😬

I digress.

I really do not look at it that way…….

Perhaps that is why my headaches come on when the bed bug brigade springs into action…….

The definition of insanity: Doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome.

Madness.

Who wants an invitation to that?

The party of gnats. The party of bugs.

A dance with true first class imbeciles? (bs)

I rsvp “No thank you”, “can’t attend”, “have other plans”

I have some serious learning to do.

Here is a little story:

Consider it a medical story, a healthcare story:

I fully disclaim by PII in and of this story:

And.

I hope you can follow its high level thinking and technicalities.

Chicken pox.

My sister had 3.

I had 3,000.

We shared a bed.

Enough said.

I do not think it takes eons of scientific material to conclude who needs what.

But out.

Of my business.

Thank you.

Bye now.

Care. Health. Who’s. Whose. More of the same (ct). No logical sense. It is not about keeping others safe. (bs). It is about keeping all safe.

It is and always has been about control.

Ms. Janet had it right all along.

Jackson’s sister.

Michael’s sister.

And I kinda consider her

Pretty cool.

Personally, not gonna entertain the notion I think I have a right to pass judgment/arrogant enough to guess whether or not she is

”sitting pretty” today or not. One could call Ms. Janet a bonafide tough person for growing up with a house full of brothers. As in male brothers. At a time of non transitorily decade of societal life for the masses, destruction of the masses.

CONTROL: When I was seventeen I did what people told me. Did what my Father said and let my mother mold me.

But that was long ago.

Now I’m all grown up.

And Ms. Jackson also said, She plans to call her own shots.

😀😃 Love that!!

What’s the point?

Take a moment. A quiet moment. Take notice of who is jockeying for the reigns of the control of global societal behavior. Sooner. Not Later. You see. There is a movement underway and it involves a whole lot of button pushers pushing buttons…….age buttons, looks buttons, style buttons, dance buttons, musical buttons, health buttons button buttons.

Listen to noise and the buzzing, and surely the annoyance will grate on your good senses. Those who look outward and upward, the anti-narcissists. Anti narcissistic tendencies contribute to the anti-madness. Setting some limits along the way…….

The limits. The term limits. The limits of the terms.

Our life terms are at stake. Right now based a lot on the term limits of those forgetting their names and the way to the bathroom.

Ms. Jackson further stated:

”So let me take you by the hand and,

lead you on this dance (control)

(Sounds AWESOME to me I think I wanna dance as talent-ly as Ms. Jackson. Even if I have to follow it up with ben gay lotion an aspirin and an ice pack)

”So let me take you by the hand,

And lead you on this dance (control)

Is what I’ve got, because I do with chance

I don’t wanna rule the world,

Just wanna run my life.

Yes! Thank you for saying the quiet part out loud.

So make your life a little easier.

O.k.

When you get the chance just take control.

The ending of Ms. Jackson’s dance story is a challenge to the listeners, the dancers in all of us.

”Don’t make me lose it.”

Got cha.

And I won’t.

I won’t and will not ever contribute to the loss of your mind, body, heart or anything else. I will be your best neighborly neighbor, and politely walk away when I am done.

Promise.

In my knapsack backpack, I may be carrying a fly shatter. Consider it part of my arsenal of bug prevention. Especially the dive bombing ones. Don’t make me lose it. Even if and when, from afar, I appear like a crazy woman swattin’ the little buggers away.

I really hate to take a hand on them and squash them—

like a bug.

But.

A person has gotta do what they gotta do.

I will afford them the proper burial.

After all. We have been sharing God’s green earth for a time. Spidey sense and all. And unless I lack success in getting a garden going, I also refuse to eat them—the bugs, as they are.

I usually add a little salt, and that may “burn” post mortem.

All creatures great and small. Must persevere.

If you are ready, willing and able.

Please join in.

The bed bug brigade movement.

”Will”

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

”There is no chance, no destiny, no fate,

Can circumvent or hinder or control

The firm resolve of a determined soul.

Gifts count for nothing; will alone is great;

All things give way before it, soon or late.

What obstacle can stay the mighty force

Of the sea-seeking river in its course,

Or cause the ascending orb of day to wait?

Each well-born soul must win what it deserves.

Let the fool prate of luck. The fortunate

Is he whose earnest purpose never swerves,

Whose slightest action or inaction serves

The one great aim. Why, even Death stands still,

And waits an hour sometimes for such a will.

🎯🎯🙏🏻🙏🏻.