VAGABONDING IN A GENOCIDE

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About two blocks from my house I found a displaced chair.

I wish I would have brought a book with me. Continuing on the same street about a half mile away there is a displaced couch.

I’ve been walking these streets for over 20 years and I’ve never seen displaced furniture. Is it take out your old furniture day, then hang a rainbow flag?

Remember the American flag? It took a few decades off but came back strong when our WEF owned government knocked down some buildings in New York and started screaming about weapons of mass destruction. Then came Homeland Security, TSA, and everyone was a fucking terrorist, including your author. The US government declared war on terror, but Hollywood kept on creating terror films, Resident Evil, Cabin Fever, Ghost Ship, 28 Days Later and Queen of the Damned. I never understood how you can declare war on a word, but they did it.

I passed a car with some familiar religious numbers on the license plate.

Would you drive this car to church?

“Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast, for it is the number of a man; and his number is six hundred threescore.”—Revelations 13:18

"Now if any of you will deny the plurality of wives, and continue to do so, I promise that you will be damned;--Brigham Young (Journal of Discources 3:266

I’m damned. Shit. Joseph Smith abandoned the religion he started and became a Freemason then was murdered in jail. A mobbing. He must have really pissed off some people. The Freemasons didn’t even want him. There’s another religion where you create a jihad, die a martyr and waiting for you when you step out of your body is 72 virgins. And 72 days later you have no more virgins then what?

“Confucius say, virgin girl like ballon, one prick all gone.”—Red Foxx

I came across a deer, and then another one.

This took my mind off the 72 virgins and being damned. Me and the above deer had a stare off. I won.

I arrived at my designer grocery store—go in and vagabond it. Do a Bud Light check. Staffing check. Mask check. Price hike again check. Bud Light isn’t number one anymore. Modelo is. It took them exactly 98 years to be the number one beer in America. Well done Mexico and they are the official beer of the UFC. Get the shit kicked out of you and then drink a couple of Modelo’s. Nothing rainbow on their website. I wonder why.

Nobody knows how far down Bud Light has fallen. How many shitty beers are there? They have to be last now.

The designer grocery store had one lonely case of Bud Light and it isn’t because sales are so high. Why stock 8 cases when nobody will buy one? I’m cursing myself for not taking a picture showing the loneliness.

“Forgive me. I have sinned against you.”—Jimmy Swaggart

It really did look lonely.

I did take a picture of this beverage death drink.

How did this get past the FDA? They really aren’t hiding anything anymore.

The new marketing Bud Light TEAM has a plan. Corny commercials and rebates.

Don’t you love a good rebate?

Too bad you can’t use the $10 rebate on a six pack of Bud Light and get the beer for free and a $1.01 rebate. I guess if you don’t have a smart phone you can’t get the rebate. Locked into technology again.

Look who else wants to test the rainbow marketing with their product.

“And I believe that if a man dies with a single penny still sitting in the bank he’s a fool.”—Dan Aykroyd

I returned from my vagabonding and poured a GOOD beer. I then used my wife’s head to feed my Jay.

Today is Pride Day. This day always confuses me. What is pride? I think I use to know. I went to Google and typed in the word pride to get a definition and this happened.

Scrolling rainbow flags blocked the definition. But reading between the flags it appears being LBGTQ+ is an achievement. On definition number 2 you swallow pride. I’m even more confused. Maybe the definition for achievement has changed. I might spend all day looking up definitions for words I use to know.

While working on this a whole lot of crow motion going on in front of my house.

THE END