My Daily Struggle in the COVID-19 Lockdown

 I hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving. Mine was okay, all things considered. First, the holiday did not allow as many people as I hoped. Because of the pandemic, my friends and their children could not come over, and my wife had to go to work because it was short staffed. Then, while I had to make the dressing, the stupid oven would not turn on even though it worked the night before. So, I could not use the oven to make the dressing or warm up the turkey. So...I had a meltdown. My wife and my mother tried to console me, but with the year we had, could we not have something as simple as a trouble-free Thanksgiving? Is that too much to ask, considering almost nothing went right this year? Thankfully, I remembered my troubleshooting skills, and I warmed the turkey on the stovetop and made the dressing in the Dutch oven She-Sits-by-the-Fire gave me. The meal turned out well after all, and my wife and mother reminded me that Thanksgiving is not about food; it is about thanking God fo...

 Much to talk about today. First, I had another dream last week. In this dream, nonwhites, myself included, were forced onto trucks and taken to a concentration camp. We went through metal detectors, had our heads shaved and designed according to race, and were beaten for being too slow or for no reason at all. There were no thugs or thots mouthing off in this dream. Either they were the first to die, or they were just as scared as I was. While we were being herded into the camp, I somehow had gotten lost from my group, and I was confused to find myself alone and frightened that I would be beaten or worse for straying from my group. All the while, I heard a song in the background from a hatenanny from George Lincoln Rockwell's American Nazi Party: "Ring a bell, shout for joy, White man's day is here. Thirty million ugly coons waiting by the pier. America for Whites, Africa for Blacks, give that ugly ape a stick, give that ugly chimp a spear." As I have said before, I ...