It’s amusing to me, the folly of man. His machinations manifest his nightmares. Everything is corruptible. Everything is wrong.

Introduction

I feel like this blog post is a little important, given how much incorrect information is currently being carried by even “trusted” sources like Leafly. I’ve seen Leafly perpetuate information such as “It’s three to five times more potent than Delta-9 THC” or “Your tolerance for THC-O is not impacted by your tolerance for Delta-9”. Neither of these statements are true, however. But they’re happily spread across the internet in even “respected” weed journalism outlets. That said, I’ve had a few months to interact with this new cannabinoid, and I figured I’d outline some of my own personal discoveries regarding this clearly misunderstood chemical.

Apparently friends of James Rayl have some news to share. I cannot possibly fathom what news could be coming down regarding an already settled and clear-cut self defense case such as this. James Rayl has already been exposed as a threat. It’s already well documented that his ex’s father was merely responding to the threat he presented. There’s nothing more to this case, and the man is dead. Give it up already, Jesus fucking Christ. What more could possibly be said? He was mentally ill and obsessed, tried breaking into a private residence where he wasn’t welcome, breaking a court order restraining him from the property and people in question, where he was subsequently shot to death while attempting to break in as caught on video. It doesn’t get any clearer than that, and Rayl got what he deserved. Fuck off with your feelings that don’t matter, your son/brother/whatever he was to you is dead because he was a mentally ill and deeply disturbed loser. 100% deserved what came to him. Just drop it. Jesus.

Man, we’ve been watching a ton of 90 Day Fiance, and I have to say; Ed Brown, the guy that’s three and a half feet tall and fat without a neck, is a toxic piece of trash that has borderline personality disorder. It’s insane to see this short little turd of a person try and gaslight everyone who responds negatively to his toxic behavior. It’s insane. It’s not even enough for him to keep his toxicity in his own relationship with Liz, this little shit interjects in the stories of all the other couples with his toxic bullshit. It’s insane. I’m 100% certain the producers of the show know Ed Brown has borderline personality disorder, and that’s why they try to keep him in play as much as they do. Those borderlines stir shit like a Kitchenaid. No-neck Ed is no exception to this rule, and he stirs shit like no other.

I don’t know what it is, really. It’s true, though. No matter how you lean politically, or what you believe in, your education background- It’s universally true without regard to the audience in question. Journalism right now is the worst it’s ever been, objectively. It’s just absurd these days how far everyone leans politically, how everyone demands they have a voice that’s heard, and how absolutely goddamn stuck up everyone is. There are no risk takers anymore. No one dare question the status quo. Everyone just kowtows to the drum beat of their preferred drummer, but relentlessly and blindly following regardless. No one is original anymore. No one has a fucking original thought in their goddamn minds. It’s just absolutely absurd.

Lotto is at $1.1 billion again. Specifically, the “Mega Millions”. Here’s to hoping, eh? I’d love to retire right now. I’d love to travel the world and be care free. I’d love to set up trust funds for my kids to ensure they’re always taken care of. We’ll see.

Man, I’ve been on a bender with reality TV lately. It’s really weird. I noticed that time doesn’t fly the same while watching reality TV as it does if I were to sit around on No Man’s Sky with the Steam Deck. It’s weird. I think it’s because I’m only partially engaged with it. I’m half into it and half into whatever the hell is on my phone, typically, or maybe my laptop.

I’ve spent nearly forty years of existence living “in the moment” with little to no regard for the future. There are things that are inescapable, such as planning for retirement, working hard, making decisions that ensure that myself and my family are secure for the foreseeable future.

I’m not sure it was a lack of impression on me by the people who reared me. I can’t say if perhaps it’s ADHD related, either. I’ve also suspected major depression might also be involved. It’s likely that my anemic ability to imagine my future or plan or structure things around it stems from a combination of all of those things. I’ve made some strides in this, though. Small ones, but they’ve been made.