Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
Goodbye, 2025.
I'm glad to see you go.
You've been a real shit show.
What was up is now down.
The fat fascist felon's nose is always brown
from being stuck up the ass of a Russian
when he should be helping a Zelenskyy.
DOGE
USAID dismantled
ICE
No due process
Alligator Auschwitz
Attack boats
Let's start a war and lie about it!
Kilmar Abrego Garcia still under fire.
My list could go on and on.
For now I'm done.
I'm a cynical optimist. I'm afraid of 2026, yet I remain hopeful that somehow, some way, the US will pull through the coming year with our democracy intact, in spite of 🐙 and his hold over the Supreme Court. His approval ratings sink with each passing month. His name will be removed from the Kennedy Center. Those stupid plaques in the White House with his moronic descriptions of the presidents will be removed. The East Wing will be rebuilt and there will be no ballroom.
There will be no 🟧. He will be nothing but a painful memory. Maybelline Vance will disappear into oblivion with Erika Kirk.
We can look forward to many great events –– mid-term elections and doing everything we can to put Democrats in power in the House and the Senate, the next presidential election and a good, solid Democrat in the White House who will fight for the rights of all people, no matter the color of their skin or their sexual orientation.
In the coming year, we will continue to point out the lies and to protest the bullshit, and even more important, to promote good, to promote love.
I love you all, my dear, bloggy friends. In fact, I celebrated a blogaversary a few days ago. I wrote my first blog post during December, 2009. I've been blogging for 16 years. Some years I've blogged a lot, and others, not so much. I always appreciate your support and friendship.
You've been there for me to celebrate the addition of dogs to my little family and helped me when I've mourned deaths. You were great when times were rough with Favorite Young Man. The high point of 2025 for me is having him back in my life, along with meeting his beloved, K. I adore her. She said she think of me as her mother-in-law, so I claim her as my daughter-in-law.
It's turned chilly in Florida, so tonight Princess and I will be in our jammies watching Wicked: For Good and cursing a bit when the fireworks get too loud. That Princess has quite the potty mouth.
Happy 2026!
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
One last Christmas picture –– I don't think I showed you the tablecloth I embroidered.
This is the only selfie I have ever taken. The bed behind me is a mess because Princess jumps in and out of it all day. You might notice I don't have a top to my head. It's because I took it off, set it down somewhere, and then couldn't find it again. My hair is pulled back in a braid because I haven't gotten it cut in about a year and a half. It's as if I have COVID hair all over again, but now I have NO MONEY hair! 🤣








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