Fake realities…

Ideas for sharing words and snarky thoughts reside both in my head and on scribbled notes scattered on my desk. Such is the life of someone who writes. Or, possibly it’s just me. When the process is organized, it absolutely flows. When it isn’t, I’m back to being in school, doing a book report late on a Sunday night.


The writer’s group I belong to puts up prompts every week; some just reach out and grab my fingers as I type like a crazy woman. Often, it’s difficult to respond to just one so I do a blending of two, as I share in this round of literary madness.


I gave a great deal of thought to things, issues, that make me personally sick combined with all which is fake. Think about it, they can at times almost go hand-in-hand, yes? I think so, especially where news items and all which surrounds politics goes. I know, I know, here she goes again on another politically-based rant. Don’t like it? Move along, move along.


Still here? Well, I’ll do a brief fulmination on Covid vaccines which are making people sick. Myself in that group after having just one shot…and done! And, I’ll combine this with all of the fake news surrounding the virus and the treatment mandated by a shitload of incompetent government officials.

A friend posted on social media recently on a news release from the Florida Surgeon General which warned young men taking the mRNA Covid vaccine, due to a study showing the high risk of cardiac-related deaths. I responded to that post about how our government seized the opportunity with the vaccination process when COVID reared its ugly head and people panicked. EVERY medication has side effects which are clearly stated, both on the prescriptive enclosure and by doctors. But…the COVID vax’s and boosters…no one did an honest study on their long-term convolutions? No verifiable testing? The focus was on a major push for people to get innoculated, come hell or high water…just line-up, like a herd of cattle, get jabbed and prepare to suffer any future consequences that might, and likely will, emerge!


We’ve been held hostage
by the diabolical actions of a foreign entity and the complete incompetence of our current administration. We hid in fear, altered our lives, lost businesses and became lab rats for vaccines now demonstrating debilitating side-effects and probable genetic disorders in the future. All of this while the fake news continues to do what it does best, ignore the realities of the vaccine aftermath while urging citizens to continue on an unknown path of questionable medical treatment.


For someone like me, as well as others in my age group, the long-range side-effects really won’t matter. Most of us have been exposed, and dealt with Covid or one of its offspring. Most of us have fared reasonably well but there is that finite door of time in front of us. Not so for those we leave behind, our children and grandchildren. All of the questionable, fake, reactiveness to a virus which could have been managed so much better, on every state and governmental level, paves the way for a terribly uncertain future for billions of individuals.


And these very facts, and thoughts, makes me sick!

From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Tell us about something that makes you sick/Write a blog post inspired by the word: fake




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We will meet again…

As a six-year-old at that time, I don’t recall too much of Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor’s rise to the throne as Queen of England. That very title conjured up magical thoughts in my young imagination, I mean, what little girl didn’t want to be a princess or queen and rule some mystical kingdom? Thoughts of crowns, precious jewels, magnificent gowns and having people bow in your presence, that was what dreams were made of, without a doubt. 

Years have passed and along with that expanse of time, more of the mystique surrounding the life of royals became more easily understood. At least for me. After all, we are alike in so many ways, at least most of us. Regardless of societal position, where our families are concerned, the similarities are quite the same.

She was about family. Loving, accepting and, at times, overlooking so much of what most families go through. And she did so with much grace and dignity, but I wonder, during those times of family drama, if she ever launched into a “royal meltdown” in private, sheltered from the prying eyes of the outside world. I think that, in some ways, she often turned to her husband with some well-managed frustration over family issues she struggled to mediate or control. 

As news broke of Queen Elizabeth’s passing, the flood of memories and photographs began. Each marked the historical path she walked during her seventy years of service. A true royal, in every sense as well as an incredibly remarkable woman who was cast into the role of Queen at the young age of just 25. She touched so many lives, aside from those standing in the sidelines of royal criticism. Possibly, an element of my British heritage finds me feeling sad over her loss while wondering what direction lies ahead for England under its new king. How many of us could rise to such a challenge as she did, especially given the present-day turmoil affecting this world? 

We shall see. This beloved woman will be a difficult act to follow, she was the queen of many hearts. Now, in some ways, our world has lost its grandmother

God Save the King!

From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop… Write a blog post inspired by the word: time.

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I’m just me…

Write about something people think you are good at. 

Hmmm. When this writing prompt popped-up, it presented a challenge. 

I mean, one would have to keep some type of a mental, even written, journal focused on what other people think. 

One never really knows.  

Or, maybe, we’re all better off not keeping track of such things. People should value you as you are, that goes for all human interaction. But, yes, the inner satisfaction derived from the appreciation that you did something which was well-received…that’s special.

So, after much soul-searching, I’d guess that my ability to organize gatherings falls into the “good” category. And cooking, I better than hold-my-own in the culinary field. Decorating is another item, my quest to always give my surroundings an artistic tweak is a big one. And then, I stopped. The more thought I put into this “thing” of what makes me, me, danced furiously in my head and it’s an uncomfortable feeling. “Me, me, me”, a tad self-serving, even taking on a bragging tone, full of insecurity and maybe even a lack of self-worth. I hope this is not how others sum me up, from their careful distance.

I feel it’s only fair to represent shortcomings, if any type of list is being kept. My personal self-awareness and responsibility on behaviors that make me the person I am. Overly analytical, headstrong, combative (at times), very argumentative…totally me, and I do it all well. 

Underneath it all, I care. About people, especially those close to me as well as those desperately trying to find their way through whatever crisis life slams them with. And, if I share any of my so called “talents” which others feel I do well, all my personal pluses and minuses contribute to a fair amount of favorable acceptance in the eyes of those who know me. 

That’s my “good” story, and I’m sticking to it! 

From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Write about something people think you are good at.

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