Hello from my Hell

Are you ready to leave the planet?

That title sounds so dark. I guess I should explain why it is what it is.

Three weeks to flatten the curve has turned into a prison sentence, with Neanderthals attempting to cow me into some form of submission of their warped sense of the facts.  While I am much too nice to ‘flip someone off,’ the rude finger came close to making an appearance the other day.

I order my groceries, and I wait patiently for them to show up outside my vehicle.  Frequently I end up with several items missing.  My guess is the pickers are either too lazy to find them or get them.  I can say this with some amount of certainty.  Friends of mine had been forced to go into the store after similar experiences.  When they were told they were out of this or that, they went in to find a shelf of it.

I wish this were an isolated incident, but it is not.

I have a mask that I wear if I am forced to be around people.  The mask is rather telling as it has cat asses printed on the material. Yes, it is my passive-aggressive nature on full display.  Today once again, I left the store waiting at a light when some ‘lady honked her horn and pointed at my uncovered face.’  Um, I am alone in my car with the windows up; what does she expect from me?

Again the rude finger about made a showing but, these are stressful times, and these idiots have no idea why they are prattling on about things they know nothing about.

The virus is .001 nm.  You need an ELECTRON microscope to see it.  Your mask under an electron microscope looks like a chicken wire cage.  The virus, in comparison, is hardly a dot.

“But TW, you are saving lives by wearing a mask.”

In my car?

Unless you can get the real PPE and are trained on how to wear it, you do little to protect yourself.  And here is the big truth of it, pay attention.

If that mask is not worn correctly, your breath leaves you and follows the path of least resistance.

“TW, what do you mean?”

I mean, unless that thing is tight to your face, everywhere, it will bypass the mask and go out wherever those leaks are.  Usually, that is up past your nose, and yes, like a mushroom cloud, those particles or germs and viruses travel on the Y axis, straight up.  So my lovelies, if you go into a store and others are wearing masks that are not fitted correctly, they are pushing copious amounts of the virus, if they have it, straight up. 

I would love to have a thermal camera and show this as a demonstration. A picture is worth a lot of words.

Since the thing is .001 NM (nanometers), you can bet that it has very little mass.  Much less mass than, oh say …dust.

How many of you have ever sat on the couch with a ray of sunshine cutting through the room.  In that ray of light, you see the sparkles of dust.  You pat the sofa, and the air is filled with clouds of speckles.  Do they drop like bricks?  No, and they have much more mass than the virus, even a virus that is ‘heavy with moisture.’  That virus in that moisture will very quickly lose its H2O counterpart and stay aloft for hours. It will remain aloft until it lands on your food, your body, clothes, packaging in the store, and so on.

While the media is lying to us all by not using the words ‘electron’ in their microscopic descriptions of a mask and the virus, little old ladies like the aforementioned are doing their best to cow the rest of us to tolerate their uninformed bullshit.  Oh my, where are my manners.  I meant El Toro De Caca!

Here is the truth of it.  If you can smell anything while wearing a mask, it is not protecting you.  Perfume esters, smoke particles, and yes, those silent farts that kill us all are made up of things that are .4 NM or larger.  The virus is .004 to .001 NM.  That means if you can smell it, you are wearing something that will allow farts to enter the room. Fart molecules are much much larger than that tiny little .001 NM virus.  Got it yet?

I see people wearing a bandana, which is less protective than panties. Those are the people who are preaching to us about how irresponsible we are. FFS!

How much longer can we keep the rude finger in the holster?  How much longer can we smile and mutter ‘fuck you’ under our breaths?

Many of you know my roots are from the UK.  Churchill was a cousin of mine.  On the opposite end of the scale from Winston, is a lady also from the UK that I would pretty much disagree with her on everything but, one of her songs.

Lilly Allen was made known to me by a younger crowd when I was having a particularly bad day.  One of her songs made me happy.  It still does.  If you have not heard it, look it up.  It is the infamous fuck you song.

To all the idiots out there who ditched science classes, and are now preaching science to those of us who didn’t skip those classes…Yeah…Fuck You Very Much! 

But TW, what are we to do?

The first thing is to know the truth of it.  The lies peddled by the media are hurting people. 

You wear your knickers over your nose and think you are protected.  That misinformation, those lies are why we have the spike in cases.  They want to weaponize the information and blame people for it, but the truth is, they know what I am telling you.  The real question is, why are they not telling us the truth?   Why are they blaming people who voted a certain way?  Why are they doing more damage by pointing the finger at groups of sick people and folks who are tired of staying at home?

Those are the questions you should be asking of your blooming media, who come off as informed with their black-rimmed glasses.  Folks, they are actors and are stupid actors at that.  They are hurting everyone in the world.  They are the enemy of the people, everywhere, in every city, town, and country.  Until they can report the facts without the bullshit, they are the enemy and are state-run, Joseph Goebbels style propaganda.  You might as well be listening to Pravda or the stations from North Korea. 

Stay out of crowds.

Know your mask is not some shield like on Star Trek. It will blunt the distance of a sneeze or cough on the X Axis but, it will direct that same sneeze or cough up past your nose to hover over the masses for hours.

Even if you have the masks reserved for health care workers, you would need proper training to know how to wear it.  By the way, if you did have that mask, by the end of the day, your face would be bruised.  Yeah, it has to be about that tight.

When this mess started back in February, I purchased ozone generators.  Ozone sanitizes the surfaces of things and kills germs.  No, I have no stock in any bloody company; I am just telling you that Ozone is one possible thing you might consider, especially during the winter months when you cannot open your house up.  Be warned; Ozone is an irritant to your sinuses.  That means my lovelies, don’t run it in the room while you are in it and air out that room before you occupy it.

Suppose I owned a restaurant, school, church, etc.; I would run them at night to flood the area with Ozone.

I have one that will do half the house during the nighttime hours, and another I can put in a closet during the day to sterilize clothes and such.

Yes, there is science behind what I am telling you.  However, I don’t know if it will get through the shell of that virus or not. A virus is not a living thing per se.  Since I don’t own, or have access to an electron microscope, perhaps one of you can get me a grant to do some research.  Someone has to step forward and cut through the bullshit.

While I cannot fire the media, I can turn them off, and I have.  I would suggest highly that you do the same.  It is past time we take power away from those demigods telling us what to think.  Yes, Mika, I saw that film. I will never forget you said it.

As a writer, I would suggest you read a book or two.  Start with Animal Farm or perhaps 1984.

Need something newer? Presidential Assassin is a novel I wrote a few years ago.  I think a sequel might be on the way.

I do care about you.  That is part of my frustration.  I read your blogs; I hear you.  Know that I, too, am hurting and am pissed.  I feel as if idiots rule us, or perhaps there is a darker, more nefarious presence at work.  Follow the money.

Much Love -TW

Public Nudity, the Quest for Happiness and Death

Hate is a poison that you take in hopes that it will affect someone else!  Don’t be there useful idiots.

 

 

If there are no places around you where you could walk like God intended, let me tell you about such a place that most likely is around you if you are in a large city.

Here in Dallas, we have King Spa and Spa Castle.  Semipublic nudity is mandatory.  Let me explain that.

When you walk into the place you put a credit card on file with them.  In return, they give you a waterproof RFID doohickey that you wear as a bracelet.  This doohickey is linked to you while you are there.  Everything that you want is charged to that thing and eventually your card.

You can be barefoot but they will rent you some shower shoes for a lack of a better description.  They lead you back to the wet area where you are to disrobe and put your purse, clothing and so forth in a locker assigned to you.  From there you are nude among people of the same sex.

Not sure what this will do to the transgender crowd just yet.

You are now supposed to take a shower washing everything head to toe.

At this point, you saunter, wander or just walk proudly to some hot tub with jets and so on and relax.  If you came with your husband he is doing the same thing among a bunch of men.

Again what if a female thinks that she is a man, where does she go?

In this area, you can schedule a body scrub which is worth it but keep in mind they exfoliate everything. After that, you can get a massage and unlike the typical massages where they make sure you are draped, this is not the case.

If you decide to take advantage of the co-ed areas they provide a uniform for your use.  In that same locker is a very generic uniform that you put on and from there you can rejoin your mate.

There are wet areas for co-ed use but you will need to have brought a bathing suit for this endeavor which can go on under the uniform.

After a few minutes in the wet area, the anxiety of being nude passes rather quickly.  The culture of our Korean friends sees nothing wrong with nudity.

I as a writer, author, and someone who lives life; see nothing wrong with it either.

The only time when it is awkward is if you are the only one that is nude such as being in the doctor’s office where you are no longer a human but a living cadaver.  I fire doctors who treat me like that as I am a human and refuse to be treated like a piece of meat or symptom.

Working in the Texas Medical Center for years I saw many surgeries, trauma cases, and autopsies.  I mention this because it is there that we lose our humanity.  Once the autopsy is performed it is their job to put most of the pieces back inside the body, and sew it up much like the laces on a football.  One person described it as much like your turkey you pull the organs out of the chest before you cook it.  Here, after they definitively determine the cause of death they slice and dice almost every part of you other than your shell.

When  I saw a brain in a meat slicer, much like you see at the deli, I could never go to the deli again. To date, I still don’t shop at the deli.   Even though a man’s testicles are irrelevant to his cause of death, a woman once bragged to me how quickly she could castrate a man and measure his testicles with something called an orchidometer.

She then proceeded to demonstrate her skill.

It takes a special kind of person to do this work.  As an engineer, I was constantly confronted with the dead or in some cases dying.

I will never ever forget when I was working at the morgue on fine day. There was some sort of rush of dead bodies needing to get out of the morgue to their respective funeral homes.  A number of “people” were sewing them up in a large room.  The administrator was there watching them while eating a plum.  As she bit into it, the juices of the plumb ran down her face and she did not even try to stop them. Just when I figured that was sick enough I turned to see a guy sewing this woman’s scalp back on using her breasts to hold his bag of corn nuts up, to keep them from spilling.

As I writer I must confess, I could not make this ghoulish nightmare up.

Why, why am I telling you about this?

When you go to the hospital your clothes come off whether you like it or not.  If you die you are nude under a sheet until your body is just a shell, with anything that was you has been dissected ten ways from Sunday.

These people that do this job, I don’t understand them.  They took absolute delight in making me ill, every time I went there.

In Houston, they have or had something called the VIP room.  Buddy, let me tell you that room was anything but VIP.

If you like horror movies (heaven help you) this place made any movie you ever saw a walk in the park.  Texas Chain Saw Massacre my first horror flick was sesame street compared to this.

It is not until you smell death, especially in that room do you fully appreciate how precious life is. I have no idea why those folks enjoyed making me sick.  I finally was forced to leave that job, as I was traumatized and was not even aware of it.

It hit me that was the case one day when I was eating at some diner.  The waitress brought me my food and she had catchup on her elbow.  The flashback of the “jumper” that I had seen a week before came back, and I lost my stomach right there in that place. Imagine how that felt.

I am sure that the people who constantly used their jobs as a weapon, would have taken delight in that fact.

The dreams sometimes are still so vivid, that I wake in a cold sweat.

PTSD, yes, I understand it, and those bastards at that place did it intentionally.

Nudity; it is nothing. Without many exceptions, we are all built the same.  Some of us are a different body type.  Some are muscular and others their muscles are well hidden.

Live your life for this day and this time.  You never know when you will wake up and something will not feel right.  Or, you won’t wake up at all.

Watching the news I see so many who are either paid protestors or who are really angry and they are killing themselves.  Stress kills and anger is bad medicine. You might as well smoke and do drugs as they will kill you just as quickly as staying angry all the time.

I tell you the truth, my friends. If you are one of those wrapped up in the hate just look at the actual facts and don’t listen to the media.  They are orchestrating a coordinated attack on the president through spreading the same scripted stories to all their news outlets across the country.  The goal is to divide us on race, sex, and pit the haves against the have-nots.  They will tell you it is the Republicans fault even though the GDP is the highest it has been in years, unemployment is at 3.9% which is great.  Black unemployment is at its lowest in the recorded history of this country.  Somehow the media is going to spin their pack of lies making all of these positives into negatives.

They are killing you!

Hate is a poison that you take in hopes that it will affect someone else!  Don’t be there useful idiots.

Hate and anger release cortisol which ages you and causes your blood pressure to go up and could cause you to have a stroke.  Is it worth it?

Turn off the telly and read my latest novel Presidential Assassins.  A thriller that you will not want to put down.

 

Much love- TW