Has the smoke cleared yet?

 Smoke and fire and fire and smoke.

The California skies are filled with one fire after another. If it is not deluge of rain hitting the west coast which is not hurricane just moving through it is those long dry spells.

For everyone in locked down, it was not pleasant to watch their favorite shows and get as much take out as possible. Everyone was informed of our plight and knew not to go out of doors unless necessary.

And then the parks and beaches opened up and was there a sudden surge to go visit these sites that most havnt thought of in decades. All those exercise nuts have filled the areas out of doors with their personal trainers and extra equipment. One cant walk without being run over by joggers or run into with hot mamas with strollers and their toddling soon to be middle age husbands.

So, who knew not to pull out a barbeque pit in the middle of a dry season? And in California? Why was there a out of door party with a special device which would then set an entire park on fire, causing evacuations? And who thought it out to get out of the way of the lightening strikes by not building in what the Midwest would call hurricane alley. Certain areas of the Bay area experience alot of storms and rain and lightening come with the bill of sale on the house.

Well, the construction workers will be happy to get back to work, especially those who don't have six months savings in the bank. At least the banks have not closed down, although they want to charge one for everything they can, including check fees when there is no charge and what not.

It seems, we have all being waiting to exhale or see the clear skies with no smoke. It has been a long month of nothing to do but wait out the meager supplies at the end of summer. Going back to school never looked better and fully equipped with face visors as well as face coverings, and hand sanitizers plus work tablet. 

Are the libraries every going to open again? And will the books be on display or do we just get pictures of them? And what about all those museums, when they do open, will it be with a room deodorizer? Or as my local place, an exterminator came calling. 

They shut the whole place down for the day, claiming it would only be a few hours and then made us wait until supper time. Then the floors were not washed, the air not purified, they used large fans to blow out the smell of the chemicals, and the laundry was not completed. All of the laundry had to be in bags, tagged and stacked for the laundry, only half of it was done and then the rest of us had to wait till after midnight to get it out of the bug box, because they would not allow us to have our belongings until they were washed or zapped by the special bug box they have designed.

Meanwhile, those who had their laundry done are still lining up everyday to get ahead of their neighbors who just want their sheets and personal things done. Oh, and someone forgot to duct tape the moveable wall between the exterminated room and the one next door which is used for the medical unit on site. Those fleas were faster than the cockroaches, they ran straight for open air, while the roaches have been turning up all week feet pointed towards the ceiling. One wonders where they were hiding?

Well, it is flu season and we were told to line up for the flu shot. I came down with a cold, and not in the spring when I usually get one. I have not been to the beach except once all summer and then it was every person for themselves, with children walking all over your personal belongings. I still cant get down on the ground and then back up. As for the pool, the reservation system makes it almost impossible to get a lane at any time of the day.  

Oh, and Judge Ruth died while attempting to get over Cancer. It is a difficult struggle, getting old and dealing with a disease such as Cancer. I bless her family, for my own mother was never taken care of, especially by the lieing bastard who gave everyone the impression he was her son instead of a celebrity kid who did not want to use his own name.

Jim took every thing he could from her, including her life and while she was alive, he still uses her husbands drivers license. And he never gave back her bank account, her property, or even the fur coat her grandmother had left behind. He also strolled personal body parts when he could get his hands on them, wanting to sell them on the black market.

Or those expensive insurance paid treatments he handed out like candy to his specials  friend, instead of allowing her to ever have the right to relax, have a vacation or even get well. Her brain was 80 percent gone to cancer, leaving her with the mentality of a small toddler or infant, while he still goes around bragging about the work he has not done with his own fingers but always giving the impression it is his information when in fact he just found a method of having children jab an adult and receive the essential knowledge second hand.

As for all those children including Meagan Markle, who thought shaking my hand meant they were my children with the right to my name, and my things, including my career and relatives, they are just waiting executioners orders. Kind of like watching your own father set on fire by the same christians who keep going over to your friends with their hand outstretched. When the smoke cleared, the friend forgot who was the owner of the properties, including the name on the license and a burnt crisp was all that was left of a man who once stood up to a crowd wanting to take care of an African man, or who gave lectures warning of the destruction properties of such things as fertilizers. 

And then there was the individual who thought they could walk into a house and kidnap an infant out of its mothers arms, good thing the grandfather was there to struggle for the right to know his own grandchild. Mr. Montana was not going to let go or give a stranger a chance to raise his own. 

How many other children can say the same thing, thier own parents not their own and the grandchildren who show up are not even close to looking like their parents or the cousins who are obvious about replacing the real family members. My mothers aunt and uncle both died after her in nursing homes, because someone thought they would take advantage of the situation.

Some people don't know how lucky they are to walk into a room and not have someone jab them with a needle that acts like a diurectic causing an embarrassing episode. Or open the door to a girl one recognizes as having a court order not to come near you or your mother. And she had her boyfriend with her, Prince Harry. 

Pretending non recognition or that they were religious nuts did not go well. She still insisted on coming inside and slapping me around when I would not give in to her being from my vagina. What benefit was it to her to say she was illegitimates? The boy married her anyways and now has a baby that does not match either her claimed mix race mother nor the non biologicals one who is tanned all year long. 

Has the smoke cleared, and the government authorities had time to clear their desks of back requests to have some not use the wrong name or the wrong girl being allowed use other peoples relatives while the real one is attempting to live in homeless shelters instead of palaces that don't want her kind. 

The lying, stealing, cheating and abusive ones with no conscious of a dying woman with brain cancer not even being able to recognize herself in a class photo. Her family properties are gone to others while this girl still presents herself as if she is expecting someone to care about her ill gotten gains. 

Can one imagine pretending to be from a minor, a teenager considered too young to give birth and with no known father. Who wants to see her all white infant anyways. It is not mixed race, nor his he really a real prince just as she is not ever going to be a princess from birth as a bastard born out of wedlock.

Only a social worker could cause so much difficulties. Providing information to the wrong people, mixing up files, refusing to process requests and just plain lying to those asking questions. Before Doria became a Yoga Instructor she was probably the first African female in the office and no one asked questions as she got to do what she wanted. 

Some people would probably like to have their real files and their real relatives instead of the blackmail, extortion and confusion of the wrong child with the wrong family and what not. When will the smoke clear and the government employees go to work, such as who was really hired for the job instead of a blonde blue eyed man showing up in a suit when before he was pushing a mop as the janitor but knows who is on vacation and who is not coming back from paradise.

Good old Jimmy, he has a dozen aliases, and more than a hundred non children. All he knows is to lay his penis out for others to see, knowing that some men are missing theirs as well as staring with his non seeing eyeball, he could not even get through an eye exam without someone else doing it for him.

As for those such as dear Meaghan who stoled an old family house just to play a game on someone who is never going to acknowledge that her broken pelvic bone can produce anything out of it, even a tampon. But those like her and her special needs mother know nothing more than pretending to be something they are not, including wearing larger shoes than necessary. 

Why cant her now husband buy her an extra pair so she can start off the day in the correct size and then graduate to the larger size when her tiny feet swell? The same for the other one, why cant William afford more material for his anorexic wife. She has starved herself so thin, for those one time dresses that just get thrown away after one wearing. 

Really, what is that about, even the Queen wore the same outfit throughout the war and then saved some of her fancy dresses to hand down to her granddaughters. Can one imagine, little Charlotte wanting the slut dress she wore for her wedding after the see through one she wore to Eton and then the non top swim wear she got photographed? 

Personally, Charlotte, I would save my allowance and pay for my own wedding gown, unless Camilla has something tucked away because grandma Carol was poor before she had a book of the month club out of her garage and has absolutely nothing to offer in the way of hand me downs worthy of a Windsor wedding. 

I'm the other daughter

The other daughter who nevers gets anything she wants at all. My mother denied me the right to life and always removed anything of mine for herself to own. She thought she had the right to own the right to my  lap and my nipples, insisting on choosing and placing the wrong child on my lap.

She wanted me not to have children of my own, always sold my boyfriends to other girls, insisted on having lesbian relationships for me. She wanted to be the male head of house, she wanted to be the male head of house. The dominate male owner of a woman's body and soul.

She refused to leave it alone of having retarded men assigned to me, so she could be the male who made the decisions. Stupid idiots, who wanted to keep grabbing my left hand and nodding their head up and down. Because she had already given them the right to my possessions and that included my personal knowledge and thoughts inside my head. 

She also wanted to go around and tell my work mates and former school friends that her daughter was a whore. She would than present a African black child as evidence her daughter did not know what she was doing. After all, she had produced the wrong race, and she clearly wasn't capable of understanding what an African man wanted nor needed nor expected. Hence they were abandoned children.

Really they were her little friends children who did not know not go out with her non son of the family named Jim. He did it every time as an imp sterile bastard of some other woman. Her son was not handsome but he was blond and blue eyed. And every one of his girlfriends produced a black colored child. Whom she would then demand to own the right to place on my lap and insist I could not remember giving birth.

As it was if one listened she was telling the truth, I could not remember because it had not occurred. I did not know the experience of the erotic African male, because it had never happened.

The racism went on and on with her mind twisted by the illegal alien German rejects who arrived in America not to become good citizens but to corrupt us as communists with no regrets.

Her dementia was noted early and she kept after her own husband who was her childhood sweetheart about having black hair and not being white. He was a mixture of old east coast Dutch and native American. She was  herself brown as a French descendant with Scandinavian relatives. 

What would John Kennedy have done if he had lived and watched his son who was not blond and blue eyed as himself not get a single girl of his own, but one who had already had a baby out of wedlock? 

This idea of the blue eyed blond male being a demi god with no intelligence but only the ability to nod his stupid head up and down. Stare or eyeball someone and demand he has the right to you and then not even have the ability to work nor make an income nor anything else except a limp dick and a bad attitude towards women in particular. 

As for the black children, it does not take a genius to understand the mother is being mean and cruel. The girls such as Melissa Sue Anderson and Kim Basinger who made it public that they were either married or carrying the child of one Jim, have no reason to misunderstand that their daughters do look like them, even if they are a different color.

How much control does a mother need over her daughter that even when she is size zero, the same people who just wanted her to drop her weight actually be given a chance at life, instead of an auto accident that left her handicap and with no hope of ever getting rid of the memories of the years of harassments of the no dead mother who it turned out to have brain cancer and was probably not responsible for anything she did.

For the last time, I did not have sex with John Kennedy jr, nor Barack Obama. I would appreciate each and every African child who does not understand that I am not their mother nor any of the black haired girls, to keep showing up expecting me to provide them with anything at all, including a pedigree. 

My ancestry is mine and I am native American, I am not sharing this with anyone of a different color. I am the other daughter, my younger sister died leaving me with a mess, a woman who never did know which girl I was nor how to handle her own biological son, who was dark haired.

When does it stop the constant decry of illegal alien's in this country who think they can simply own the right to your and your possessions? Or the right to keep approaching someone else and saying they are related to you? Or just thinking they are going to move in on something of someone else?

If I had a son, I would not have the daughter of Demi Moore have a casual relationship, Demi is a prime example of everything that goes wrong in the world. She moved in on Bruce Willis, wont leave him alone, even in lockdown where he had to wear matching pajamas with her and her new spouse. Meanwhile, her multitude of children probably have different fathers and just seem to think they actually deserve someone else husband or show the young children that they are nothing to them, because of course she can just have more to replace them as my mother tried to do with myself, the first born of a  bunch of unfortunate dark haired children.