Today I raised a double middle finger salute to the authoritarian Democrat (black face painted) Governor of Virginia and proceeded to see my mother.
Bless her heart, she's nearly 79 years of age and she's still the pistol she always was. With my Dad passing over a year ago (October 6, 2018), I am not going to let a virus or a pimple of a pathetic man, Govahnuh Nawthun (a perfect name for a democrat plantation owner) stand between me and my mum (waving to my Northern Mum wearing her Canadian Flag).
I swear, this bullshit about imprisoning us all is outrageous. I can see requiring us to wear masks to prevent the spread of the virus, but seriously to punish us all for the institutionalized killing of our old people in homes is horrific.
Here in Virginia, we have mass murder by the Commonwealth of Virginia concentrating the deaths and padding the misery statistics by old folks' home deaths.
It has become apparent that the higher the death count, the better it is for Democrats seeking to offload their budget shortfalls onto the national budget while claiming there are so many deaths from viruses.
Let's face it - every Democrat controlled state and local government was in a budget crisis well before the Chinese dropped off their batwing virus upon us while hiding it - and with the Democrat party protecting China and Joe Biden - Mr. China suckup and profiteer. With the virus killing mostly those with pre-existing conditions (!), it has become apparent that the do-littles of Democrat governors and mayors seek to bail themselves out off the corpses of our old people. And if a few healthy people get in the way, fuck 'em. "We need our budgets made hole, Donald Trump, and who are you to try to make a distinction between poor preparation and budgets with the needs of our first responders and grocery store tampax shelf stockers?"
I made this day special for my mom - so many times were are hustling trying to find something to buy for our moms. This year I brought her a specially cultivated Aloe Vera plant that was doing so well it had two distinct shoots that were ready to remove and to root on their own. You see, I had been given such shoots almost a year ago and I had created two separate plants from those and was paying it forward with love for my Mom and Sister and Niece on this Mother's Day. Now each could benefit from my green thumb!
And to make this day extra special, two years ago I lost my beloved Butter Bear cat to old age. Within weeks my Mother ignored my pleas of no more pussy, and she obtained a kitten that had been turned into the vet that my mother uses for her pussies. The kitten was near rodent like in visage and was neurotic and spastic. Of course when I first saw her she was on her best behavior looking underfed and in need of a home (it didn't help my cause when I came prepared with a pink cat carrier in the car). There was something about this kitten that melted my heart (UV has a high temperature heart, but it can be melted if you know the buttons to push on my emotional stove).
Little did I know that I had procured a pussy version of the Tasmanian devil who quickly earned the nickname "Flying Squirrel" because upon bringing her home and releasing her from her princess pink carrier she immediately started going spastic and finding every high spot in my apartment that even I hadn't noticed in years.
Quickly bringing this story to a conclusion, the flying Squirrel has been renamed "Baby" (her given name is Pixie because of her dualistic sweet and neaurotic sides) and she's found a portion of my heart that I had not given to Butter Bear over her 15 plus years of life. I did promise not to become one with a pussy, but God has ways of giving us what we didn't know we needed and this pussy was the tonic that I needed. Thankfully it is a cute pussy and not some stank fishy thing between legs of owners of huge chest pimples.
I brought Baby back to my Mom for Mother's Day since she hadn't seen Baby in over two years. Let's just say that Baby no longer looks like a Rodent and is almost a plus sized model but she's doubled in size (she's a big girl) and isn't fat. She's not even big boned. She's just a big girl. She's so cuddly with plush shortish hair with a beige base color interrupted by interesting grey stripes. Her face looks like the former Mercury Cougar model face with distinct cougar coloring and eye shape and nose. She's a diva. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Mom didn't know Baby was in the car - in her princess pink carrier - I brought in the plant mentioned above and hugged my Mom. Fuck social distancing on Mother's day. Go ahead, Democrats - invent a crime like you did with Mr. Flynn who you set up and invented fake crimes with fake evidence. You'll pay. I have no remorse for hugging my 79 year old mother on her special day. Fuck you.
Mom was delighted in almost a way that says "picked the perfect gift". She picked up my cat and marveled at how big and beautiful she has become. My Sister and my niece echo'd the adorable state of the former Flying Squirrel. I am a proud Papa and know my Baby is beautiful even if some babies are simply best served by Cannibals at a Cannibal nation Thanksgiving. Stuff the ovens with them. My Baby is beautiful and truly so. Sue me.
And so we had a Mother's Day dinner cooked by my sister who is an underrated amateur cook and we had a grand old time sitting closer than six feet and we then yacked for a few hours without a care in the world. And then Baby and I went home.
That fucking Democrat governor can go fuck himself. My Mom is special to me. There was no coughing or immediate threat to our private health. And to do this in spite of that asshole in Richmond who has come out of hiding from his black face medical yearbook picture just adds to the spice of the day. He can run and he can hide, but he's a pig and nothing can change it. I don't listen to pigs. I don't respect them.
But I did the posted speed limit coming and going from Mom's place. And unlike him, I didn't leave the Commonwealth after lecturing us to stay the fuck home. He did. Fuck him.
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