“Hi! Can I borrow your propaganda machine? Mine broke down.”
In addition to horses, you can lead adult children to water but you cannot make them drink! A place of my own for 200 Alex!
This week I realized that fairness is important to me. Example setting fairness. I hope I am walking my talk. And as usual, if I’m not, you can call me on it and I will listen. I also recently learned about Gabor MatĂ© and authenticity as part of attachment theory. Do I still need therapy? Are my standards for Self and others too high?
I haven’t found my place but I feel I’ve found my true self. Mostly. However, those parts often do not resonate with people …
Question of the day-01:
If I have to regulate or relegate my authenticity,
am I still being authentic?

Always I promise not to stay away too long and then I do. My last post was on Jul 17. Sometimes there is so much internal turmoil from external forces that I just want to curl up and die. But, in those moments, I’ve gotten good at reminding myself of everything I am grateful for. I wish I could let issues roll off my back like water off a duck but I am not a duck.
… I am sensitive non-trash human and want life to go on with me in it for as long as possible cause me still have lots to say, do and contribute.
When I grow up,
Sam
I’m gonna be a whitepaper
so I can tell people how to do things
the white way
I only recently restarted my morning pages and haven’t been on an art date in ages – official ones like I used to do when I started. And doing my journal early in the day is better, at least until things change again – I should soak in the Love Park Pond.
Dee is building a gaming PC and it reminds me of when I used to build back in the 486 days – I had my little network. She even remembers all the computers and parts I used to have in the living room. It’s totally different now, all these parts are so sexy looking; you’re meant to show off what’s inside the chassis.

Questions of the day-02, 03:
How come we capitalize Black people, but don’t capitalize white people?
Is self-assurance better than blessed-assurance?
Name That Tyrant No. 10
One thing I’ve come to realize in doing tyrant research, these people are all the same – they’re reading from the same whitepaper or blackpaper, since they are doing bad shit.
I am still anti-human
Sam
and believe with my whole heart,
based on observations throughout history
(I’ve been here for centuries),
that some humans are just trash
with a capital ASH.
Severe life-taking RASHes
humanity cannot rid itself of.
To be clear, there are different degrees of trash. You might have a mildly trashy person in your life but that doesn’t mean they aren’t sucking the life force out of you – then you wake up one day and the happy-go-lucky you is gone. You don’t recognize yourself anymore. Story for another time … (heavy sigh).
TYRANT TIME:
Born in 1921 in a small settlement that was part of a Dutch colony, he was the third child of his father, the village irrigation specialist, and the only child of his mother. A few weeks after giving birth, his mother had a nervous breakdown or what I’d call a vision of things to come.
His school days were uneventful, and after graduation in 1938, he became a clerk for a local bank. However, a bicycle accident tore his only uniform, and he was forced to resign. Can you imagine that! I feel bad for him now. Awwww, poor baby tyrant.
In 1940, he decided to join the Dutch military. After the occupation by another country and a stint of unemployment, he joined the new colony’s police force in 1942. Within a year of joining, he was transferred to the new colony’s militia. He had a successful career in the military, and as the country moved towards independence, he got married and had six children.
Finally, in what was a gradual and complicated coup where 500,000 to 1 million people lost their lives, he became acting president in 1967 when the current president was forced to resign. Awwww,
eMail responses to tyrant@gameshows.com by 11:59 pm, Wednesday, August 14, 2024, for the chance to win stuff – I don’t have a list of prizes yet, have to get more inventive.
Overall, I am alright! Happy and well-fed. lol. I can write and express myself and for all of that, I remain eternally grateful. I am regaining confidence in certain aspects of my life and that feels absolutely fabulous – like when you find money in a jacket pocket you haven’t worn for a while. Remember that time I found 150$ in my purse? That’s how I feel! The sun in the sky and freedom know how I feel! 🙂
I hope you are well!
Sat Jul 27
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2 Comments
Olive Oil Made Popeye Memorable. Having Popeye without her is like having Fred Flintstone without Wilma
lol. Agreed! 🙂