Dystopia

[masked for privacy - I wish you could see her pretty eyes.]

Ready for a Jerry Springer episode without Jerry Springer?

Our Little Red Hen Ms. MaGoo aka Donna is a 70-something great-great-grandmother of a smiling polite ravenously hungry 2-year old named Ava. Donna got custody of Ava from her birth mother because Ava had meth in her system when she was born. Organic food and love can do wonders. She can clearly say: "Please", "Thank you", "Bye Bye Patrick"; and she autographed a greeting card where if you squint really hard the chicken scratch (I think it's ancient Sumerian) looks exactly like "AVA".

Now, if we were all criminals we could defraud the fine state of North Carolina of child support and no one would bat an eye. But you take a hard-working, caring gramma and you cut her benefits in half because... well... she's making too much money on Social InSecurity. So they say. I imagine that meth sales aren't taxed so criminals are given money for free since it's not trackable. I wonder if meth dealers will move to CBDCs?

A small aside on States and the state of crime. I approached the State of ILL Annoyed over alleged Medicare fraud in the dialysis industry. They directed me to the State Police.

I explained to the officeress (you have to watch Falling Down to appreciate that one) what was going on and she asked me a single question:

"How much money do you think is involved?"

I told her that I was not privvy to that information so I couldn't even make an estimate. She then informed me, "If it isn't more than $250,000 then we won't get involved."

ILL Annoyed is the most corrupt state in the union, but I know y'all are trying to beat us. Good luck.

Well, that's insult, then we move to injury to find that Donna's benefits for Ava have been cut a second time. So she called to find out why? "Oh, that higher amount was for COVID."

Me and Donna go way back, so it was to be expected that she said, "I never HAD Covid."

This is North Carolina, so biting sarcasm is lost on gubbment workers.

Donna didn't axe me to axe you, basically because she knows like I do that if you are a Little Red Hen, a Data Dog, a follower of the mad ravings of Patrick Jordan that you, like she, and like me ain't go no moany.

It is the curse of being honest, caring, and truthful to be rewarded with poverty for those actions.

But, I will axe any whey in the off-chance you have some change that fell between the couch cushions that you can spare (you might even find that Mars bar that you lost last year that isn't fully melted as well - hang on to that one). This is not a tug on Ye Olde Heart Strings. If you can't afford nothin' then just show the girls some love in the comments. It's a shit-ass world out there, so it always helps to know there are others in barbed-wire canoes going down the same creek together.

Some of us gear up going horns to horns in the Epic battle with The Devil; while others do what they can saving one soul at a time.

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