WEF Governor Jay Inslee back in the noose

"How long oh Lord?"

“I’m glad bad things happen to good people because if they didn’t they’d happen to me, or you.”—Homeless Comic

Last October WEF governor Jay Inslee dropped the CV19 fabricated emergency after two and a half fucking years. Translation for Washington State residents: means nothing. Yesterday was “roll back” day for Governor Insanelee.

Roll back to a happier time, back before he announced the first person to die from a fake virus, before February 29, 2020. Translation to this roll back: means nothing. If you want to get happy in this war torn up state that the governor turned into a complete shit hole you might as well roll a joint and listen to some Bob Seger—maybe Night Moves.

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy

Out in the back seat of my 60 Chevy

or-der     noun

give an authoritative command

“Governor Inslee ordered that all state employees must take the CV19 vaccine.”

If they violate his “order” he “orders” government managers to terminate those employees. Who does Governor Inslee take his orders from?

For all of the state employees who followed Governor Inslee’s illegal “order” he is going to reward them with $1,000. However, only if they continue to be good little guinea pigs and then he’ll leave their immune compromised bodies to the next appointed governor in Wa. State, if they’re still alive. No doubt his friend Bob Ferguson.

When you look up the penalty you will find a NOOSE.

Update to the February 6^th lifted vaccine requirement for King County employees: They think they might be closer to forever than they were a week ago but aren’t sure on how to deal with those they illegally terminated. Their solution thus far is to keep extending forever. I send a note to the union inquiring about forever.

Where is the insanity heading? We’ve all been wondering that since Feb 29 when the confused Governor announced the first death as a male. Am I writing misinformation? Fine, prove he was a male. And while you’re at it find a name for this first person who died from CV19 in the US. Was his name Pat, Terry, Robin, Morgan or Taylor perhaps? Maybe make some kind of memorial for this person and mount it on the front grounds of Evergreen Medical Center. That would be a very kind thing to do and should be real easy to budget in.

As you are aware the VRR offices was closed yesterday but as you can see from the above we were still on it. While I was up in a tree mounting a birdhouse I built for the garden I was strategizing this post. Do I cut off Jay’s head or leave it on?

Up in the tree the owner informed me about another Jay—a dead one. She had a fledgling dead Stellar’s Jay in her backyard. This was presenting a problem because she has two large dogs. I told her I’d take care of the dead Jay. I buried it. Examining it I believe it had been dead awhile and that it wasn’t a fledgling. Its flight wings weren’t in yet. It was either pushed out by one of the parents or pushed out by a predator. It’s a brutal world for them but they’re glad they aren’t a human.

I also built a rustic mantel clock for this victory garden install. The incorporated chain was once owned by a deceased relative and has sentimental value. They feeling I got before building it was they drink a lot of wine—a requirement over the last three fucking years. I added some wine corks / champagne corks. They seem to be happy with it. Win / win.

While working I watched a crow and a hawk duel it out in the chemtrail sky.

When I returned to Ghost Gardens I had a little gift for my Guns-n-Roses box.

I’m still a little disturbed about losing my JFK. I didn’t plant Marilyn next to JFK. Keep a little separation between these two. I planted Marilyn in the sexiest position. I think. I have another rose bush that isn’t looking good. I told it that if it doesn’t shape up I’ll replace it with a Bridget Bardot. Any connection to JFK?

Afterwards I created a giant bonfire out front while sipping some Chardonnay and listening to some Stevie Ray Vaughn blasting out of my garage stereo.

 I bought that turn table and Technics tuner when I was 16. Still works fine, sometimes. The cabinet I built out of wood my neighbors were throwing away. Why throw it away when you can make something.

I was awoken around 3am by some scream off in the distant. It wasn’t coyotes. It was a continuous scream. I ran to the open window looking out at Ghost Gardens and then there was a flash in the garden. Then another followed by a strange sound that sounded like someone hit an empty 55-gallon drum. I grabbed my recorder and went outside and ran a session.

In the session I walk around the garden and talk about WOO. The walk doesn’t last long because I’m too fucking tired so I sit down in my favorite chair and talk about WOO. WOO is an acronym I, or they created, or we both did. It means Window Of Opportunity. There is a certain WOO in their world where they can briefly mingle in ours such as speak and break our frequency or move an object. But who tells them it’s WOO time? Who created the WOO?  I often walk into the garden and ask, “How is everyone’s WOO today?”

After that I just kind of go all over the place. It’s kind of a sloppy session and I haven’t decided if I’m going to post it or not.

I’ve been snooping around SS to see if I can cap off subscriptions at 500, when, and if we ever hit that glorious number and I can’t find it. I don’t think they will allow it. I don’t think they thought anyone would do it. Why not? It’s a good manageable number. It doesn’t require a complete staff like the Kirsch’s and the Malones. I can keep it on a more personable level too, like answer comments. This isn’t a Macro Substack. It’s a Mike-ro Substack. I’ll keep snooping.

Full sun today. I’ll be in the garden all day today. I built two new boxes. One is going to be an all dahlia box and the other is going to be a raised hosta box for Boot Hill, unless my wife has a hissy fit. I expect to bonk sometime around 1, maybe 3.