There are no right answers!

Surprise.

Rachel Dratch forecast the future 20 years ago on SNL, and somehow I’m either feeling like DD or meeting her/him online.

Yes, a lot of everything has turned to or is rolling downhill into shit river, but I’m pretty sure that I’m not the problem, so roll up your comment sleeves and write a letter to BlackRock, Pfizer, your Congress or CNN.

I’m just a late 50s broad stuck in the Mexican desert after someone Tboned me and totaled my van. I’m caring for a bunch of orphan dogs that some other jagoff tossed on the highway, moved out on, starved or poked the eye out of. For free. With dwindling to non existent resources. I’m coming up on 3 years in the worst town with the worst food the worst road and no way out. So I’m making goddamn lemonade.

If I live in the rich part of the country I’m a Colonizer, if I’m in the poor barrios, I’m gentrifying and displacing the poor poor locals. (tell me you’ve never been in Mexico without telling me you’ve never been in Mexico, plenty of rich paisanos here) all of it is dumb and there’s room for all of us. And people have been talking about “greenhouse gas” and “climate change” and “gentrification” since WWII. I think they should change the term Content Creator to Content Regurgitator, because all of these tropes are played.

Soooo, until you caminando a kilometer in my chanclas, spare me from your NeoLib Kool Aid talking points about how Gringos in Mexico is late stage capitalism??? Look GENTRIFY up, hon. In a Webster’s. Not a Marxist guidebook. Shouldn’t you be making a protest sign and wearing a mask outside somewhere wearing the latest flag of whatever on your lapel until the next engineered outrage before an election flogging your white guilt? Cuz here ain’t the place.

We see you. And we’re sick of it.

Have you housed the homeless? Adopted a shelter dog or 5? Visited a lonely elderly person in a nursing home? Volunteered to do anything to make your community better? Are you picking up litter? Cleaning the rivers? No? Then get off my stupid blog and stop being an oxygen thief.

And contextually…THINK. On my best day I’m not gentrifying anything in a town with more vacant buildings than rocks on the shore. If anything I’m allowing the Mexican owner of the house to buy a few more steers that he sells for beef in Texas that you’ll likely eat unless you’re an insufferable vegan.

I make $14 a month writing this thing, so I’ll be turning comments off for the rest of eternity and may at some point create a chat room pay for play option or maybe just make some real money and show my beaver on OnlyFans, so I can buy a bigger property for all these dogs, because honestly I don’t give a shit anymore what you think.

Have a nice day!

When it all comes down, I hope it doesn’t land on you

And when the truth is found, I hope it will be true to you

All I’m sayin’ is have a nice day, I hope it doesn’t rain on your parade