THE CHOCOLATE PUDDING NIGHTMARE

 Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

I had a horrible nightmare last week. It was the kind of nightmare so vivid that I think everything is real and I try to escape but can't. But I remembered this nightmare and thought about it and decided it was really pretty funny.

The nightmare begins: A man I used to know came to my house to demand I loan him $19,000. I was shocked and kept trying to find a private place where we could talk so I could find out why he needed the money. I also needed to tell him I didn't have 19K. 

We couldn't find a place to talk, however, because he had brought friends with him. The friends were a married couple and their three young children: two girls and a boy. Everywhere I went in my house, the kids were up to no good. I found the girls going through the drawers of my dressing table and removing, of all things, band-aids! The band-aids had green wrappers. The girls were opening the wrappers and ruining the band-aids. I told them to leave my things alone and they ignored me! Next they'd be stealing my jewelry.

Then I found the boy jumping on the couch! The horror! He was the youngest and I was afraid the little idiot would split his head open on the wood floor and I'd have to clean up the blood.

I went to look for the parents to tell them they had to control their children. The evil parents were in my kitchen making chocolate pudding. How dare they? Plus, they were making the pudding with my stand mixer and the larger of the two glass bowls. Completely inappropriate for the preparation of chocolate pudding. They hadn't asked for permission to use my kitchen and it was not okay for them to use my Oster mixer and the glass bowl. Shame on them! Shame!

I was furious, yet frightened these people were in my home. 

I decided the man and I should go out to lunch. At a restaurant, I would be able to talk to him alone about the $19,000. But the hideous parents and their three vile children piled into my car to join us. 

At that point, the nightmare ended. I have no idea how seven people could fit in my Nissan Sentra anyway. 

I awoke, frightened, but fortunately thought it hilarious later.

Too bad I can't wake up from the nightmare of the orange demon who defies court orders. 

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

#THEIDESOFTRUMP

Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

I headed out to the post office yesterday to purchase 10 postage paid postcards. 

Here are my messages to the orange buttface.

 Hey Don! I had a nice private lunch with Melania the other day. She said you've been impotent for years, and she confirmed you are not Barron's father. But you already knew that, right? That's why you referred to Barron as "her son."

      Sorry.         Not sorry.

Dear Low IQ Individual,

That lie you told about lower grocery prices on day one got you The White House, but you aren't staying. Quit blaming Joe Biden for the mess you are making with the economy. Prices are higher now!

Dear President Musk: Stop including that ugly Donald Trump in everything you do. I think he's always drunk or high because he says such stupid stuff.

         May I please be your next baby Mama?

When you and JD JD Married Lady met with the President of Ukraine, one brave, fine leader was in the Oval Office. 

       His name is President Zelenski.

   I stand with Ukraine!

Why don't you and JD hire professional make-up artists? Your orange concealer is terrible, and JD overdoes it with the eyeliner. Raccoon eyes are not a good look. Do you both wear denim shorts and crocs, too?

Donald, please seek psychiatric help before it's too late. A combination of medication and meeting frequently with a therapist can help you deal with your delusions of grandeur, narcissism, and breaks from reality. It's not too late for you to have a somewhat fulfilling life. 

Dear Fat Pig,

I understand your dementia makes you confused, but you need to be aware of some facts:

1. The millions and millions of dead people who receive Social Security are going to use all that money to come after you (they are zombies).

2. The transgender mice are out to get you, too.

5 Things I Did Last Week

1. Prayed you would go away.

2. Worked hard but still couldn't afford much at the grocery store.

3. Was cheated by a billionaire who lied his way into the Oval Office.

4. Was appalled by all the stupid comments you continue to make.

5. Prayed again that you would go away.

Dear President Musk Melon and your exceedingly stupid, stupid & unattractive wife, Dawn,

    Please go away. I will bake cookies for you if you will go away and stop saying stupid shit. 

Hey Con Man, or do you prefer Grifter?

     Dead people aren't receiving Social Security

     Mice aren't transgender.

     You are not a very stable genius.

      Your talents are lying and attacking. Roy Cohn taught you well. He was fucked up, and so are you.

The postcards will go out in the mail today. I'm taking them to the post office because my mail carrier doesn't always pick up my outgoing mail.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

PREPARE YOUR POSTCARDS, PLEASE

 Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

On March 15th, many people will mail The Felon a postcard that publicly expresses our opposition to him. And we, in vast numbers, from all corners of the world, will overwhelm the man with his unpopularity and failure. 

We will show the media and the politicians what standing with him—and against us—means. And most importantly, we will bury the White House post office in pink slips, all informing The Felon that he’s fired.

Each of us—every protester from every march, each congress calling citizen, every boycotter, volunteer, donor, and petition signer—if each of us writes even a single postcard and we put them all in the mail on the same day, March 15th, well: you do the math.

No alternative fact or Russian translation will explain away our record-breaking, officially-verifiable, warehouse-filling flood of fury. Hank Aaron currently holds the record for fan mail, having received 900,000 pieces in a year. We’re setting a new record: over a million pieces in a day, with not a single nice thing to say.

So sharpen your wit, unsheathe your writing implements, and see if your sincerest ill-wishes can pierce Donald’s famously thin skin.

Prepare for March 15th, 2025, a day hereafter to be known as #TheIdesOfTrump

Write one postcard. Write a dozen! 

Take a picture and post it on social media tagged with #TheIdesOfTrump ! 

Spread the word! 

Everyone on Earth should let The Felon know how he’s doing. They can’t build a wall high enough to stop the mail!

Then, on March 15th, mail your messages to:

President (for now) Donald J. Trump
The White House
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW
Washington, DC 20500

It might just be enough to make him crack.

(Not my original post but someone else's great idea!)

I copied this information, with permission, from Bob's blog at I Should Be Laughing. Bob said he got it from Debra at She Who Seeks who got it from another blogger, and that's the way the word spreads. If you live outside of the United States, please join us. We need everyone who opposes the felon in the White House to help us. Help us drive him nuts with postcards the way Graydon Carter messed with him years ago by calling him a short-fingered vulgarian. He'll say he doesn't care about the hatred and the opposition, but he cares. He cares very much.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

IF IT'S MONDAY IT MUST BE THE DUTCH PUBLIC BROADCAST SKETCH

 Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

My beloved friend, Rita, of SoulComfort's Corner called my attention to this video. I think you'll find it as hilarious as we did. 

I'm preparing this post on Sunday evening. We had thunderstorms last night and this morning, with rain on and off during the afternoon. So far Lake Junebug has not seen any accumulation of water to kill our little bit of grass, which reminds me––I have a bag of grass seed in the trunk of the car. Penelope calls grass seed "dog treats." *sigh* I have to watch that little girl carefully with the seed. 

Thursday I had my first teeth cleaning of the year. I love having my teeth cleaned so I pay the few extra dollars on my dental insurance that allows me four cleanings a year. Afterward, Carol took me out for a belated birthday lunch. As always, we had a wonderful time chatting and looking at photos on each other's phones. I had photos to share from a new friend in North Carolina.

Of course, Carol and I also thoroughly trashed President Musk Melon and his exceedingly stupid wife, Dawn (my apologies to Dawn of Bohemian Valhalla; they share a name and nothing else), and the Social Security lie. We know if Social Security payments aren't somehow canceled at the time of a person's death, they automatically end at age 115. Overpayments have been made to some recipients, but they were living people who had to return the money. Millions and millions of dead people are not receiving checks from Social Security. I know I've brought up this issue before. I'm stuck on it because I know people who believe it's true, and we have to fight the lies. 

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Social Security keeps 18 million seniors out of poverty every year. Trump and Musk are lying about it for one reason: so they can cut, privatize & dismantle it.

We must EXPAND Social Security benefits, not cut them. And I am introducing a bill to just that. pic.twitter.com/0sydy0g1zH

— Bernie Sanders (@BernieSanders) February 27, 2025

MOVIE WEEKEND: SEPTEMBER 5

 Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

September 5 takes us behind the scenes of ABC's coverage of the 1972 Summer Olympics massacre in Munich (2024; Rated R; Directed By Tim Fehlbaum; Streaming on Paramount+ and MGM+). My word for this movie is edgy. 

The 1972 Summer Olympics were the first to be broadcast live. I was in junior high. September 5 was a Tuesday so I must have been in school, yet I remember being glued to Jim McKay's coverage of the terrorist attack by Black September. The coverage lasted 22 hours so I'm sure I watched as much as possible outside of school hours. My 13-year-old self didn't really comprehend what was going on, but I knew it was bad, and I knew some Israeli athletes had been killed and others taken hostage. 

I also didn't know it was unusual for the coverage to be handled by the sports department, but September 5, a docudrama, shows us President of ABC Sports Roone Arledge (Peter Sarsgaard - an actor I like a lot) fighting to keep this powerful story away from the news division. With the organizational skills of Geoffrey Mason (John Magaro), the head of the control room, who quickly manages the change in focus, and German interpreter Marianne Gebhardt (Leonie Benesch), who can tell them what's coming over the police radio, the sports department broadcasts the first ever live terrorist attack on television, watched by 900 million people.

The movie is fast paced and the archival footage of Jim McKay's coverage is skillfully woven in between the actions of the actors. I knew what was going to happen, yet I felt the tension as strongly as I did when I was 13 years old.

I strongly recommend this movie.

Happy viewing!

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

THE MULTILINGUAL ROOMBA

Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Not long ago, Mrs. Roomba parked herself under the china cabinet and shut down. When I hauled her out and turned her back on, she had forgotten who she was. She spoke Spanish. I powered her down again to reset her and turned her on. She spoke what I think was Swedish. Now every time I shut her down and set her going, she speaks a different language––everything except English.

After our prolonged cold spell during January, we had record highs, reaching 86° on Feb. 13. Then it cooled off again for a while and we had some lovely fires in the fireplace during chilly evenings. 

Now we're going back and forth between a couple of days with highs in the 70s and then we drop back down to chilly, breezy days with highs in the 60s. Princess and I have had some lovely walks together. 

I reached the ripe old age of 66 recently. I have no plans to retire. I need the money too badly, and the benefits. My paychecks are very small, but I put quite a bit in my 401k and my HSA. I also pay extra taxes so I no longer need to pay quarterly taxes on my alimony, which makes my life easier.

President Musk Melon and his supremely unattractive wife, Dawn, continue to make me crazy. All I can say to our friends in Canada is 

I'm sorry.

You know I didn't vote for him.

The two of them speed recklessly from one lie to the next. One day it's $50 million spent on condoms for Gaza and before you know it Social Security is sending checks to millions and millions of people who are 150 years old. They are hellbent on destroying our relationship with our beloved friends in Canada; sending federal workers back into the workplace even if the workplace doesn't have offices, desks, and lights; firing federal workers; and destroying the economy that President Biden and Vice President Harris worked so hard to improve.

My burning desire is to know what happened to all the pets stolen and eaten in Ohio. I haven't heard JD JD Married Lady say one word about them since the election. Are they still being eaten? Whose cocker spaniel is roasting in an oven? How did an issue of such importance during the election lose its momentousness? 

I continue to avoid watching the news because I can't stand the sight and sound of 

but I did watch the video of the orange one and JD berating President Zelensky and felt ashamed that people representing our government could behave so badly. 

I continue to stand with Ukraine. 

I'm sorry I've been gone such a long time. I've missed you and want to catch up on your blogs. 

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

PRESIDENT DONALD JESSICA TRUMP, WTF IS EVEN GOING ON?