First, the Hoyt household woke up cloudy with a high chance of a cat practicing Engineering.
Yes, you know it. It's Indy. Every morning he wakes up and he chooses engineering. This week we had friends visit, and I realized they were giving the sidelong glance to gates placed in strategic doorways (in front of the doors) and probably think we'd evolved from general purpose nuts to security nuts, and the gates were designed to prevent armed teams from breaking in.
To be fair, mom has similar ones that lock, to break the house into "security zones" which at the very least will slow down intruders who break in, and give help a chance to arrive while parents are still alive. But they live in a far more dangerous country (even if in a decent neighborhood. But I see the crime statistics for breakins in their neighborhood) and they're in their ninth decade, so this makes some sense.
Of course we explained it was to keep Indy out of oh, the sewing room, our bedroom, and the piano room, and other places that either have stuff that would hurt him, or stuff he could hurt. At which point our friends, probably, merely thought we were crazy.
And then there's morning like this one. I found out the little sh-- The ridiculous cat has used his large and freakishly agile paws to defeat the child look on the baking cabinet. Because this house has a tiny pantry that is an adapted coat closet, we've had to co-opt one of the lower cabinets for baking supplies. This might not be the best option.
Anyway the child lock is the type designed to -- and according to the Amazon reviews it works as such -- defeat kids up to three years of age.
So a great part of this morning was devoted to chasing Indy around and spraying him till soaked. After finding him in the cabinet, ears-deep in the sugar bag, going om nom nom nom. TWICE.
This also sets up an interesting dynamic, because Muse immediately comes to his defense by gnawing on my ankles. she loves me, but loves big brother better. Circe, meanwhile, who is incredibly sweet and pets-oriented is distressed there's discord, and runs around in circles of confusion.
ANYWAY.... This to set the tone of my highly distracted morning.
Meanwhile, in case you wonder, we keep living in clown world. This morning my world was rocked by my friends discussing the "King Charles Portrait". Look, this is what a not very smart man does to try to be innovative and special, and above all "smart". Diabolical? Only to the extent our current "elite" in search of the outre runs into the outright evil. Also -- she says in her normal "calm" manner, totally appropriate for the man who at one point wished he could be a kotex sanitary pad.
And to explain what you're seeing and feeling in clown world: First go here. This is the most clear explanation of what our education does to people, teaching them a closed-system of shibboleths that has no contact with reality, meanwhile making them afraid of actually thinking.
There's a right name for the "Woke" ideology, and it's critical constructivism. Critical constructivist ideology is what you "wake up" to when you go Woke. Reading this book, which originally codified it in 2005, is like reading a confession of Woke ideology. Let's talk about it.
And let me point out this was already going on when I was in college, 40 years ago. It's just that now it displays its dysfunctionality more obviously in the age of the internet.
Which brings us to the next bit for you to consider this morning:
Scenes From a Global Struggle- Elites still command the strategic heights, but their power and prestige are slipping like water through their hands
Or if you prefer, they're increasingly more in command of the "structures" while the rest of us build under, build over and build around.
I told you this struggle is world-wide. And it's in a great way recovering what the late nineteenth and the twentieth century took away. That was the area of centralization. Now we fight for decentralization. In this, the "works of the elites" fight on our side, due to their having achieved "4th generations stupidity" like all Marxist elites do. After 4 generations of selecting for adherence to Marx, they are more incompetent and crazier than old-style nobility after fifteen generations of inbreeding, when they could only find the right end of the queen to put the crown on one time out of tree, given hints. Which is why everything seems to be falling apart and also why, though there is a lot of eating live frogs in the way, in the end we win they lose.
As a side note on this, and as part of my ongoing certainty that G-d is not only an Author, but also basically one of us, including His love of awful puns, I'll point out from that article, something that might evade you. The horrendous Brazilian fraudsident, a cross between Brandon and Bernie Sanders, goes by Lula. In Portuguese this means Squid.
I leave you with this parting thought: "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn." (Speaking of King Charles' Portrait. LOL)
And now I'm going to go and figure out where the screw came from that Indy just left at my feet. And then I'm going to go write another 3 chapters of the book that won't shut up. Look, I KNOW. I owe you chapters of Witch's Daughter over in Chapter House. AND I'm THIS close to finishing Rhodes to Hell.
But No Man's Land has commandeered my brain and won't let it go. At least I have some hopes of bringing it to a close in another 50k words. Terrifying as it is already 135k words. However if I finish it, maybe I can finish other stuff before the next one in series kidnaps me?
Look, it's my hope. Don't take it away from me.
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