The Doomer Edition

UPDATE 02/24/26: Fortunately for the Fediverse, it would appear that zirk.us is back online. Nevertheless, I'm still migrating to hear-me.social for the character limit and to try something new.

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Evidently, as of 02/23/26, I needn't worry about this any longer. 🙄

So.. circumstances force my hand, and here I am.

Expect lots of doom, lots of gloom, lots of politics, lots of sarcasm, and most importantly lots of profanity. I know hear-me.social is supposed to be about communicating with respect for which I've always striven (strived?) to maintain, but I personally believe that sometimes things are just so incredibly fucking messed up that only the sharpest of words can even try to accommodate.

Hopefully @admin@hear-me.social will forgive my vulgar trespasses (you can always review @LibertyForward1@beige.party to see if my inane ramblings are still within hear-me.social's guidelines).

Since I was also quite lackadaisical about exporting my data from the zirk.us account, I'll need to piece together my follows over the coming days. My apologies if anyone is lost amidst the shuffle.

Anyway.. I like banana bread, long walks on the beach (not really) and freedom. And cannabis. Dear god do I love cannabis. I am a bleeding-heart, solid blue dot in the middle of "Gawd's" country in an eternally red state. Would I like to live practically anywhere else (that wasn't also a republic[an] shithole)? Yes. Do I believe that will ever happen? At this point.. absolutely not.

I'm running late for work at my uplifting, positive retail job where everything is so happy and wonderful, so I must say ta-ta for now. Because it sounds like ta-tas, which makes me think of the phrase "Bodacious Ta-tas", and that makes me giggle because emotionally I'm still 12 years old despite remembering when Bush Sr. barfed in the Japanese PM's lap. Ah, such innocent days of youth.