Moving to Alaska

 

I just wanted to let everyone know that I am moving to Seward, Alaska this month.

April Fool's! I did put this message in my invitation to Night Prayer tonight, and a couple of people said they fell for it. But what really killed me was the AI summary of my email:

"Famous Hat invites you to a Zoom meeting on April 1st, with the invitation sent out during the night prayer session in Seward, Alaska." No, AI, the night prayer session is not being held in Seward, Alaska - it's being held on Zoom. This thing just isn't ready for prime time.

Today Travalon sent me a photo of the thing the big peace bear was holding under its paw.

It appears to be a little green girl. She has some friends: Red Rabbit and Blue Cat. (Is that you, Frankie?)

This evening Travalon and I saw the election results start to come in, and even though I know there's a "red mirage" because the small precincts report first, and they tend to be more conservative, and even though only 1% of precincts were reporting, I was feeling very disillusioned. Russia is spreading her errors throughout the world, just like Our Lady of Fatima warned us, and these dead-inside billionaire co-presidents are doing Russia's work by dividing us and making us hate each other. Someone I know was recently released from prison, and one can argue whether he was imprisoned unjustly, but at least he knew he might go to prison for what he did, unlike that poor Turkish girl who just wrote an opinion piece in her school paper. (And couldn't they have just sent her back to Turkey instead of sending her to a prison in Louisiana?) Now this guy has been released and was bragging all over social media about how he was invited to the Den of Iniquity where Dear Leader seems to spend most of his time, hobnobbing with priests and defrocked bishops who reject the leadership of Pope Francis. If he wants to do Russia's work for her, that is his decision, and I have to remember to pray for him instead of hating him. Or hating all these people who say, "If you don't like America, then get out!" and go where? Canada that Dear Leader wants to turn into more of our country? Panama that he plans to attack? I did have an idea for somewhere on the far side of the world that I assume Dear Leader has not even heard of, but with my luck, it's on his radar too. I'm one generation too far removed to just walk into Ireland. France is welcoming scientists, but I'm just a low-level number cruncher - would they welcome me? I was in kind of a bad headspace, not helped by the fact that I have misplaced a generous gift card from my neighbor to thank me for taking care of her plants all winter... and then during Night Prayer someone mentioned that the Russian-approved candidate had lost. My faith in humanity is restored! The voters cannot be bought, no matter how much our non-native Co-President tried to buy them. I hope the whole country wakes up before it's too late and we find that we're Russia West.

Famous Hat