OUR CONDITION HAS BEEN IMPROVED

A REVIVAL

re-viv-al       noun

an improvement in the condition

What a RocHELLe party we had after work yesterday. I found some extra money sitting in the petty cash account and a few more bottles were added to the VRR RocHELLe resignation party. Is the pendulum swinging back to our side? Someone started playing some Willy and the Poor Boys and then someone suggested that my name should be added to the band. I immediately called for a vote.

Sliding out of bed this morning at 4:46am my wife asked me where I was going. I told her I’m sliding into the war and maybe another big name resigns, and we’ll have another office party.

Wife: The birds are awake early this morning.

Me: They’re always awake this early. I can translate the Chickadee for you if you like.

Wife: Please do.

Me: Wife get up and make Mike breakfast. Wife get up and make Mike breakfast.

Wife: You don’t eat breakfast.

Me: They don’t know that. Wait…a songbird is coming in with a song, RooocHELLe, you can put on your red light, RoooocHELLe, those days are over you can sell your body in the night.

Wife: I think I’ve heard that song somewhere before.

Me: Really. There could be some plagiarizing happening here.

I have to admit RocHELLe’s announcement improved my condition, created a revival. Coincidently, just a few hours before she made the announcement, I was doing a Garden session and discussing the CDC. It will be attached below. I hope you like it. Be sure to hit the thumbs up button if you do. We are tracking our likes and have noticed a huge spike on the likes. We’ve grown from 8 likes per post to nearly 15. We’re baffled.

 On the session I go into my early research on the CDC. I discover a kind of Jewish party at the top. Isn’t Jesus king of the Jews or have they found another to replace him? Maybe I wrote the sentence wrong. Maybe I should have started it off with the word, wasn’t. There was one person at the top who really interested me. This high level, “advisor,” wasn’t Jewish. Wasn’t there one in Jesus’s group who was a traitor? Are there dots to be connected here. I find there are a lot of maybe’s in my world. I call it the Mr. Maybe Syndrome.

In my research I discover the CDC is the disease. Who would have ever thought, hiding in plain sight for all to see. I haven’t written my Lawmaker / Health Impersonator report for this week, maybe I ask the lawmakers to write a bill to stop all funding for the CDC and blow their building to hell where it belongs. As a writer I’ll offer to write the bill for free, on my time, so it costs the taxpayers nothing. Another VRR freebie. It’s a ten-minute write; tops. I could write it upside down while sipping a hot cup of Earl Grey tea. It’s just that easy.

I purchased some peanuts for the Roch party. I gotta feed these monkeys something, however there was a problem. The lid wouldn’t open. Nobody could open it. I do what I do best and beat on it with a dull butter knife. Nothing. I went and got a hammer and beat on it. It still wouldn’t open. I then jumped in Heisenberg and raced this little bitchy jar of Planter peanuts back to Safeway.

 I demanded to see the manager. A rather large woman showed up with a smile. I told her the jar of peanuts was faulty because the lid refused to come off. She reached across with her giant hands and I thought damn, if she easily opens this jar I’m going to look like the biggest pussy. I started praying, please God. She couldn’t open it. I told her I feel kind of embarrassed being defeated by a jar of peanuts. A first and maybe a human first. I see a lawsuit happening here.

While I was in the store staff text messaged me—PICK UP A CASE OF BUD-LIGHT. I texted them back FUCK YOU. YOU’RE ALL FIRED. THERE’S NO ROCHELLE PARTY NOW. I decided to go over and see how BUD sales were doing. Stocked to the hilt.

If you look at the pricing labels there is a good lesson on coercion there.

Coors is selling well. There is an English debate—is it Light, or Lite? I’ve written repeatedly on this Substack the English language is a disaster. That’s why I occasionally add a useless English word on my logo. There are remote tribes in jungles who communicate better using just a few clicking sounds. It’s worked for them for 10,000 years maybe we should try that. CLICK…CLICK…..CLICK.CLICK.

Kick out of the review on the RocHELLe party and on to the garden session I did yesterday. I did two. The first was on R.I.P with a fight against a bunch of overly sexual witch spirits. In that session I mention that Sabrina asked for assistance on how to fight these horny witches. I didn’t go into details on how I instructed her because of the time. I told Sabrina to stay back awhile and watch me and Andy. She did. She was an excellent student and held her own just fine. At one point in the fight she made a comment to me, “Mike, I hate to admit this but it’s kind of fun.”

When the woman’s witch spirit started coming through on my Garden sessions I told Sabrina that me and Andy were going to stay back and let her fight this horny witch. I told her to drive it out of Ghost Gardens. She did. That horny witch spirit has never returned.

In this session I go into my research into false flags. I found it deeply depressing.