Tuesday, January 27, 2026

INTERNATIONAL HOLOCAUST REMEMBRANCE DAY

 Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

On January 27th, 1945, the Soviet Army liberated the Auschwitz concentration camp in Poland. In 2005, the United Nations General Assembly declared Jan 27 International Holocaust Remembrance Day.

I've told this story before, but it's been a long time and I think it's worth repeating. When my daughter, The Hurricane, was in middle school, we took her to Washington, D.C., for a Van Gogh exhibit. The line for the exhibit was long and when we were within six people of getting in, someone came out to announce that was it, no one else could enter the museum that day.*

The Hurricane asked if we could instead visit the Holocaust Memorial Museum, which had opened recently. I was reluctant because I was very much aware of the horrors of Hitler's attempt to rid Europe of Jews and other people he did not want––Roma, the disabled, political enemies, LGBTQ, and more.

But I agreed, and I was glad I did. It was a good learning experience, and the museum had been designed in a way that allowed those who did not want to see the most graphic photos to avoid them. I looked at them, and I told Hurricane what was depicted in them before she saw them, which she chose to do.

The staff members did not wear the garb of security guards as they do at other museums in D.C. They were dressed in dark clothing. 

When we entered a room that had "beds" from Auschwitz––the wood frames that in no way resembled beds––after a couple of minutes I noticed an older woman holding on to one of the frames and crying. A young woman on the staff sternly told her she must not touch the items on display from the camps.

She said through her tears, in heavily accented English, You don't understand. I slept in these. 

The worldwide Holocaust survivor population now stands at 196,000. That number is dwindling rapidly as many are older than 90. About half of them live in Israel. 

We can't allow them to be forgotten.


Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug


*We returned to the museum another day and arrived earlier. Only one small group was ahead of us in line. The Van Gogh exhibit was beautiful. 

Thursday, January 15, 2026

GROUND CONTROL TO MAJOR TOM

Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

 

 ICE is in my city. I want to take off in a rocket to the moon, as long as it's not launched by the musk melon.

Was I the last to know that Alligator Alcatraz didn't close? I found out it's still open when I read an article about a popular Miami food truck owner who had been arrested and taken there. The last I'd heard, a judge had ordered its closure. 

A different judge said it could be kept open. Next to no information about the prisoners has been released. How many are in custody there? Who are they? Where will they be sent?

Deporting people who are in the US legally is crazy (I don't really approve of deporting people who are here illegally and not causing any trouble). Deporting people to countries where they've never been before is even crazier. The fascist felon has never given up trying to deport Kilmar Abrego Garcia. 🟧and his henchmen last wanted to send Mr. Garcia to an African country, I believe. A judge ordered Mr. Garcia be allowed to stay in the US. When🟠falls asleep during meetings, he dreams of sending Mr. Garcia to any country that offers to torture him. Will this poor man ever be granted any peace? 

All vestiges of Christmas are gone. I put away the tree on Sunday. I do have a string of lights on the dining room table. I need to untangle them and store them correctly so they'll be ready for use in 10 months.

My supervisor works in Virginia. She was 30 minutes late to work Tuesday because ICE had closed down some roads. She didn't know what they were doing. 

She tells me all the time that I'm going to be fired. I've been with the company 4+ years. Every supervisor I've had, except the first, has told me I'm going to be fired. It's demoralizing. According to her, I don't do anything right. Blah, blah, blah. 

Last week I renewed the license I must have to do my job, which I need to do every couple of years. Why did the company pay for the licensing if I'm going to be fired? She praises one aspect of my performance, but tells me to change that aspect. She doesn't want me to be me. 

The Junebug is the Junebug.

When someone finally gets around to firing me, I have my big money-making businesses, and I added a new business last weekend: Junebug Refrigerator Repair. The icemaker wasn't working in Leon, my refrigerator. Usually I repair an icemaker by unplugging the refrigerator for five minutes and then plugging it back in. That didn't work, so I had to figure out a different method, which worked beautifully. Therefore, I have a 100% Success Rate in the field of Refrigerator Repair. I have a 50% Success Rate with Junebug Lawn Mower Repair, and a 100% Success Rate with Junebug Automotive Repair (consists of adding power steering fluid to vehicles). 

Then there's my whopper of a great idea: THE LAKE JUNEBUG RESORT & RUMPUS ROOM. I haven't opened the resort in a long time. I think this coming summer will at long last be the time to accede to your demands and throw open my doors again. Break down the gate––literally. The gate is falling apart anyway. I'll have the same great offerings I had in the past along with some new ones. 23,407.99% Success Rate. I suspect some of you will make reservations for the first time, and you'll encourage your friends and relatives to do the same.

Princess was a delight last weekend. She continues to learn and adapt. Saturday I had to go grocery shopping because the cupboards were bare, so I returned with a pretty big haul. When I need to bring in groceries, I ask Princess to go in the backyard so I can prop open the front door without her running out and screaming FREE AT LAST! FREE AT LAST! THANK GOD ALMIGHTY! I'M FREE AT LAST!

Princess has always resisted being relegated to the back, but this time, I walked in the house, she led me to the back door, I let her out, and she sat on the deck at the door, waiting patiently until all the groceries were inside. She didn't bark or cry. I praised her liberally. I'd had no indication she was ready to make such a big change.

On the rare occasion someone comes to the front door, she also lures me to the door by motioning with her head and showing her concern if I don't move quickly enough. Princess doesn't know I can look at the camera app on my phone to see who's there, but I appreciate her assistance.

Sunday evening I gave Princess a shower. I'd been calling her Stinky Butt. She's not stinky now, and her fur is soft and fluffy. She was pretty good in the shower. She didn't like it, but she cooperated. That's my sweet girl.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Tuesday, January 13, 2026

IF YOU'VE BEEN FOLLOWING THE NEWS

 Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

If you've been following the news, you know Jonathan Ross, the piece of shit ICE agent who murdered Renee Nicole Good, filmed his kill encounter with Ms. Good with his cell phone. At first, the phone was in his right hand. 

Ms. Good smiled at Ross through the open window of her vehicle and said what I believe were her last words: That's fine, dude. I'm not mad at you. 

Ross switched the phone to his left hand so he could place his right hand on his gun and remove it from the holster. Ross shot Renee Nicole Good three times and said, Fuckin' bitch.

Because that's how a professional behaves in this kind of situation? ICE agents told Ms. Good to leave the area, she turned the wheels of her vehicle to leave, began to leave, and somehow she deserved to be executed and cursed for doing as she was told?

If you want to see the puppy killer on State of The Union Sunday, January 11, 2026, here's the video. I warn you: It will infuriate you as it infuriated me. It's non-stop lies. She defends the regime, defends the murderer, and continues to blame the victim. She also claims there are videos of the victim causing trouble with the ICE agents earlier that morning. I want to see those videos and they had damn well better not be AI. 


Carol says retribution is coming for the felon and it will be terrible for him. She doesn't know when, but it's coming. I'm trying to join Carol in believing it will happen. I hope it's soon.

The state of Minnesota and the Twin Cities of Minneapolis & St. Paul are suing the regime. They want a court order to get ICE out of their state.

Infinities of love to you and to everyone who cares about Renee Nicole Good,

Janie Junebug

We all need a Rexbo to protect us from ICE.

I'm pissed off all the time. 












Thursday, January 8, 2026

RENEE NICOLE GOOD

Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Renee Nicole Good, 37, was murdered by an ICE agent in Minneapolis on Wednesday, January 7, 2026.

The New York Times

 


According to FFF [Fat Fascist Felon]: I have just viewed the clip of the event which took place in Minneapolis, Minnesota. It is a horrible thing to watch. The woman screaming was, obviously, a professional agitator, and the woman driving the car was very disorderly, obstructing and resisting, who then violently, willfully, and viciously ran over the ICE Officer, who seems to have shot her in selfdefense.

The situation is being studied, in its entirety, but the reason these incidents are happening is because the Radical Left is threatening, assaulting, and targeting our Law Enforcement Officers and ICE Agents on a daily basis. They are just trying to do the job of MAKING AMERICA SAFE. We need to stand by and protect our Law Enforcement Officers from this Radical Left Movement of Violence and Hate!

The Puppy Killer had this to say: It’s clearly established law that a vehicle driven by a person and used to harm someone, is a deadly weapon. Deadly force is perfectly lawful when a threat is faced by a weapon. So I do believe that this officer used his training in this situation.

ICE agents repeatedly ordered her to get out of the car and to stop obstructing law enforcement, but she refused to obey their commands. She then proceeded to weaponize her vehicle and she attempted to run a law enforcement officer over.

Minnesota Governor Tim Walz stated: From here on, I have a very simple message: We do not need any further help from the federal government. To Donald Trump and Kristi Noem, you’ve done enough.

To Americans who are watching this, if you’re in Portland or you’re in LA, or you’re in Chicago, or you’re wherever they’re coming next, stand with us. Stand with us against this.

And Minneapolis Mayor Jacob Frey called on the power of love: Next, a message to our community. Look, we all know that the agenda of this Trump administration is to create chaos. Let us respond right now with our best versions of self. This is a moment where all of us, in Minneapolis and beyond, we can rise to the occasion. We can show them who we are. We can show them the kind of courage, bravery, love and compassion that makes Minneapolis Minneapolis, and that makes America America.

Renee Nicole Good had a degree in English. She was a poet, writer, and parent of three. Good died a few blocks from where she lived. She was a US citizen and was described as an "observer" who was keeping an eye on ICE because she was concerned about her neighbors.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Tuesday, January 6, 2026

THIS THAT AND THE OTHER THING

This song is by Chris Guest, son of Kay at Georgia Girl With An English Heart.

Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

When I found out the felon in the White House had kidnapped Nicolás Maduro of Venezuela, my first thought was, Now that we know it's okay to go into another country to steal their leader and  imprison him and his wife, will someone please kidnap our fascist and maybe take Melanie, too? Canada? Pretty please with sugar on it?

I nominate Debra (She Who Seeks) and HRH. They're an unbeatable team. Debra, it's not that difficult to find Mar-a-Lago. Stroll in while he's having one of his shindigs. He's the pudgy guy with weird hair, an ill-fitting suit with too-long red tie, cankles, and bruises on his hands. He won't see you coming because he'll be sound asleep. 

Take or leave Melanie. I don't care. He doesn't either. She might like to go back to Slovenia. She's the one who doesn't like children and can't speak English. According to him, she has her panties steamed. Announcing that turns him on, although doing anything about it is a thing of the past.

Make sure you keep him in solitary confinement. *PEDOPHILE ALERT* 

And that's not funny in the least.

I'm undecorating the Christmas tree the same way I decorated it. I walk by it; I take off an oranament. At this rate, it might be down by Easter.

I don't think I told you about my neighbor, Scott. I'm surrounded by men. On one side in the yellow house is Andrew, a very nice young man. I thought he was in his 20s. He told me he's 40! On the other side in the white brick house is Henry. Henry is pleasant, but I don't see much of him. Behind Henry's house is a white garage with an apartment above it. Scott and his daughter live in the apartment.

Scott is soooooo nice. He fusses about me –– if he sees me working in the yard and he thinks it's too hot, he tells me I need to get inside. He gave me some clippers because he heard me using my chainsaw (I think he's worried I'll cut off my arm or leg or head; I still use the chainsaw but the clippers come in handy). 

Scott had company on Christmas Day, when we had lovely, warm weather. Princess and I went for a walk and saw some of his guests. I'm sure he's a great host.

Early in the evening. we heard a knock on the door and his raspy voice called out IT'S SCOTT! He brought me loads of food: Lasagna (the best I've ever had) and garlic bread, a seafood boil, and excellent barbecued chicken. I feasted for days. 

I have wonderful neighbors, but Scott goes above and beyond. He always says to tell him if I need anything, and so does Bob, a musician who lives across the street with his lovely wife Annette, a teacher. 

Carol took me out to lunch Sunday when she got home from church. I should have taken a picture of her. She looked beautiful in a lavender skirt suit. Carol doesn't wear a skirt or dress without a slip and hose. She's a traditionalist and she sticks with the way she was raised. Carol does not wear a girdle, although she thinks some women could use them!

I'm grateful to be considered family. 

And speaking of family, Favorite Young Man and K sent me what K described as a "box of hugs" for Christmas: A beautiful shawl I wrap myself in on chilly days, a nice mug and hot cocoa mix, cozy socks, and many other goodies. 

I was in a bad mood when I started writing this post, and now I feel better. The US is headed for even bigger trouble, I'm sure, with the felon threatening Mexico and still yapping about wanting Greenland. We'll see what happens with his Venezuela fiasco. I'll watch it play out and we'll protest and we'll still call it the Kennedy Center and his name will be removed and occasionally, the Supreme Court rules against him. If he puts in marble armrests, they'll end up being removed and so will he.

They can kill ya, but they can't eat ya.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug



Friday, January 2, 2026

SOMEONE TURNED HER BACK ON OUR NEW YEAR'S EVE MOVIE

Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Princess and I watched Wicked: For Good on New Year's Eve. Princess is quite particular about her television choices. 

She was interested in the movie at first, resting and watching from a spot on the floor close to where I was sitting.

I'm sorry the photos aren't all that good. We didn't have a lot
of light. Princess is camera shy, so I have to grab a shot
of her with my phone when I get the chance. 

I never know why Princess likes a movie or TV series. She refuses to tell me, but she clearly found For Good appealing –– for a while.

She usually sits on my lap to watch TV, but this time she moved closer to the TV.

Yes, that's her head sticking out of her blue
hoodie, right in from of the TV.



But then the magic ended with one sentence. Madame Morrible (Michelle Yeoh) said, Animals can't be trusted.


I finished watching the movie while Princess very pointedly ignored it. I did hear her whisper, That's a mighty big load of boolshit somebody had to shovel.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug