Category: Diary of a Wooley kid

The gray streaks are getting wider in my beard. Things are starting to break. I think I may actually be starting to feel my mileage in this human suit.

A few weeks ago, while doing nothing spectacular, I twisted my right knee in such a way that I knew I wouldn’t be walking it off. After some x-rays and an MRI, it was determined I had a torn meniscus which would require surgery to fix. It took so many weeks to get into the operating room, I became used to my pimp strut with the cane.

Tonight as I am writing this, I have been out of a job for a week to heal after surgery. Tomorrow I see the doc for a followup visit to check out his work.

I’m no longer walking with a cane, but I’ve been taking it easy – so much so, that I haven’t left my house for seven days! Since I am too ADHD to sit down long enough to watch anything on TV, I spent my time on the umteenth redesign of this website. I can see it has become to me, what my dad’s RC airplanes were to him at my age.

As mentioned already, I’m getting old. I already know the staff at physical therapy, since I broke my stupid spine a few years ago when I tried to pick up the front end of a riding mower. The new knee injury should get them excited to lock me in for a couple more months of billing.

With 2 years left to go until 50, I know some of you will scoff and say I’m still a youngin’. I get told that all the time, but you same folks will exclaim, “No shit, you’re getting old,” whenever I break off a new part.

Hopefully, the doctor will give me a note to get back to work tomorrow. I’m curious to see how this altered knee does. Meanwhile, I will not be surprised at the next injury I’ll get, probably as I’m yawning in a chair.

They aren’t lying when they say getting old ain’t for wimps!

Have I vanished from your Facebook timeline?

Following the truly horrible murder of a politically charged podcaster/husband/father last week, things have gotten more than just weird – they’re getting scary-weird.

Hours after a gunman took down Charlie Kirk, the leader of the free world got on TV to promise revenge against his political opponents. His #2 guy later appeared on Kirk’s podcast, promising to go after anyone who spoke ill of the former host. Now the big boss has declared that anyone against fascism is now officially a terrorist.

Woven into the fabric of this entire chaos, from the top dog, all the way down to the local county officials, is a network of politically active Evangelical Christians who are going by some other book, than their Holy Bible.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the globe, for some strange reason, these Evangelicals are participating in some ritualistic slaughter of red cows, to bathe in their ashes, or blood, or some sick shit. I guess it’s for the latest Armageddon fad. Israel is about to blow horns like in the old Ricola commercials. I guess this is supposed to make Jesus walk through a gate, then Rapture happens.

Did I get that all right?

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Charlie’s new courthouse

Back home, I see my neighbors turning into The Charlie Avengers.

Our county commissioners put on a fun show during their last meeting. It co-starred a couple bus loads from a Dayton Evangelical church. Together, they all snuck in a vote to name a new justice complex after Mr. Kirk – scrapping the recommendation of naming it after a local person by the Community Advisory Board.

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Evangelicals hated me before it was cool

It didn’t take avenging Charlie to get the local group to target me with calls to my workplace, code enforcement, sheriff, and even animal control. I just have a big mouth and I ran for office against one of theirs.

Evangelicals are all giddy for when they can look down from their clouds to watch me burn. With the new hate from the Kirk assassination, and a president and vice president promising to go after Charlie insults and anti-fascism, It’s moved into a potentially dangerous zone. Free speech is fading.

I know it would be easier to go with the flow, but I simply cannot align with fascism.

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Zero tolerance on my Facebook

In the past couple of days, I blocked over 150 people from facebook. It’s not that I don’t like you, it’s just that I don’t feel safe hanging out online, sharing my life with people I may meet later wearing Purge masks, or on the other side of the next civil war. I don’t want to get turned in by some angry church lady as a terrorist for not accepting Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior.

Bottom line: Evangelicals run the country, they’re fucking with the planet, and they want everyone but them to parish in the hellscape left behind after they ascend into Heaven. When people think they are on the home stretch like that, it makes them do some crazy, often cruel things to others.

Why are we sending hundreds of US lawmakers to Israel all of a sudden? Why is a farm in Texas suddenly shipping red heifers there? What do Evangelicals plan to do with all their newly acquired federal power in the days leading up to, and after their prophesied end of times?

Also, I guess this latest Rapture is supposed to happen next Tuesday, September 23, 2025. So if you are reading this after that date, you missed the flight. Sorry you got left behind with us heathens, but at least you still get to be here your dog!

A baby in Virginia needs saving

I reached out to the transplant center and gave them my info. Being one of the first to do so, I got in ahead of the rest of the nation who read this story, and wanted to help. The mom and the hospital were overwhelmed by responses within the first day! How awesome is that!? 

I assumed the transplant center would immediately turn me down, being a kidney donor. But you know what the boomers say about what happens when we assume…

I’ve gone through 2 rounds of over the phone screening so far. Now I’m waiting to hear back after mailing them back a packet of paper they had me fill out. I don’t think I’ll make the “cut” with my surgical history, combined with the tidal wave of good Samaritans. I’m ready to get cut if all those planets align, though. 

Doing a quick Google search, I see that there are approximately 13,000 people out there on the list, waiting for a deceased or living donor. Of those, 1,500 are expected to die waiting. 

I’ve watched the surgery videos and read up on the operation. They open you up like a frog in a 1980’s biology class. Recovery time is longer than that of kidney donation. While the liver does actually grow back, I read it is a very painful process. Remembering how much I hurt after nephrectomy, I admit it’s a scary thought. 

Whether it’s my liver, or [more likely] someone else’s, I’m very happy to see this kid is covered. If I don’t get picked, I’m not looking to seek out another person in need of a liver. Rhett’s story just happened to hit my timeline and touch my heart at the right time, and I went for it. I can’t really explain why. 

I guess we’ll see where this goes.