Amnesty? Really?

As an inveterate harbinger of doom, nevertheless I’m deeply conscious that all we’re bringing you is a constant torrent of gloom and dashing of hopes … which is precisely what Klaus, Sore Ass, Gates and their legions of mobsters and karens wish us to do.

This Tuesday morning, there happens to be some light relief over at our place, plus Julia’s always a nice place to start the day.  But I do have to warn the reader that further down in this post, a long way down, is heavy … it’s anger triggering, ok?

First, reader Andy sent this as another take on things going on:

As with his manner, I also find these ladies below quite restful.  Call me kinky for watching this but the tone of ladies nattering is, for me, a great cure for insomnia and stress:

It’s especially relaxing if regional British and sing-song like.  When I go shopping and some lady says, “It’s on aisle 17, loovly, halfway along on the right,” then I find that very calming, even if it was eventually aisle 16, near the start on the left because they’d rearranged all the shelves.

So … in a good mood, a calm mood, a well fed mood, one can better meet something like this recent memory:

Amnesty with zero remorse from you?  You do understand where you can stick that, don’t you? Your day of reckoning is coming, globo-psychos and karens.