Saturday, January 18, 2025

Go elsewhere. I'm not really worried about it.

My Dad is going to live his own life. After he gets a new house, I'll visit him. I don't need this type of absurdity going on. I write, read, cook, clean, etc. The house was in a bat-robison court. Can't organize shit. My Dad's going to be taken care of. He'll be discharged in a year or so. Yes, too many incompetent people around. I don't need spider-mites with motherly-love. It's looney-toons. Clearly, you people are the incompetent ones. Can you do basic shit, ever? Probably too incompetent. I take of myself, & my Dad takes of himself, & we take care if each other. Or we did. We were independent for 34 & 68 years. I mean yeah, everyone else just dies. Talking to quacks & fools. "Quack" is a Quaker. Piece it together. Quakers are the "Puritans" They take no physical medicine of any kind. So they're "quacks." Because they're "quakers." There shouldn't be any problems here. Got daffy duck & duck dodgers showing up.

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