Showing posts with label Commies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Commies. Show all posts

Monday, May 18, 2026

Crystal Cave & The Ghost & Mrs. Muir

I spend ten percent of my pay in Crystal Cave's fabulous souvenir shop. Glad to finally get a discount. I got this beautiful crystal today along with a beaded cicada that hangs from my rear-view mirror, and a Crystal Cave sticker for Mehitable's, my travel doll, trunk. Mehitable hasn't been there yet, but soon. I'll get pictures. I also picked up more flowers from the seller along the way, coleus for Shiner's grave and an enormous purple petunia hanging basket for the back porch. Kirsten, the girl in the souvenir shop, told me that the lady who sells them has a son who used to work at the cave. I dressed my Gene doll in her new costume, Love's Ghost, based on The Ghost and Mrs. Muir. I love that book, film, and series. My Gene, Daughter of the Nile, was an old valentine, so these duds suit her. I've never changed her clothes. I sold my other two but still have the trunk and lots of outfits. I'll probably score her some more. I stopped caring for her "creator", Mel Odom, years ago when I saw his commie fakebook posts and how he'd prefer The Pony Hexpress to Space Camp. Spare me. 
   



Saturday, November 1, 2025

Dreams 11/1

11/1

  I dreamed that I was at home in the house where I grew up. My Aunt Fawnie came out on the porch and kissed me. “They took California off of us,” she lamented. I told her it was full of commies anyway. Then the house was under siege. Frankie was there; I tried to scoop him up in my arms and run away with him, but he escaped my clutch. I had a machine gun and was shooting men in their heads. Their brains were splattering, and I was thinking, good, another one down. This dream was all Ron’s fault, always hounding me with his political bullshit that I don’t give a fuck about. 



Dana's Dreams




                                                                                                                                                   



Friday, April 4, 2025

Woke Scaredy Cats


   If woke ass is so creeperific why not allow comments? 🤔 Really, I want to know what Dave Chapelle would say. I Know, they killed Socrates for asking. He was such a pain in the ass. ☮

Thursday, February 27, 2025

What a Dream

2/27

  Very different and interesting dream tonight, it started at Slippery Rock where I was living in a dormitory with Ron. I was a blonde and wore a long hot pink skirt. I had left for my night classes, either grad school or post grad, and passed a burned out recreational building, long and rectangular like a gym. I ran into a couple of brothers, white boys in their twenties with short brown hair. For some reason, unbeknownst to me, I was hiding under a tarp in a boat with the younger of the two who also now had a punched nose. Then I was back with them both. We walked across a campus green. I took two joints from a silver cigarette case from my green tapestry flood bag that I bought in North Carolina and used for years when I taught. The one joint was very loose and badly rolled which I apologized for. The older one was very friendly, and I was supposed to join them somewhere but was separated with a young dark haired woman on the lawn in front of a small office building. That’s when a woman came out, campus police, or something, and started hounding me over my id. The young woman ran off, spooked. I was amiable with the woman and digging through my bag. There wasn’t much in the bottom, just some old ids, none of which suited the woman. I joined her in the office where the younger brother with the punched nose was sitting in a cubicle getting interviewed by an older man. I rushed past them into the back explaining that I could not be seen by Mr. Punched when a heavy set man with greasy dark hair wearing a black suit and glasses joined me and another fellow saying that it was alright. It would be hush hush. I told them that I was in with Ike. Now an older woman was fussing over me. She grabbed me in the crotch. There was another girl with a buzz cut wearing black pinstripe tights and a short denim skirt. This woman did not trust or care for Miss Buzz Cut. Her grown son dressed in black and wearing a black hat came into the building led by a thirteen year old shepherd mix on a leash. I was petting the dog. Like his mother he backed into me and poked me in the crotch, only more subtly than his mother had done. There now was a big fuss about me in the back around a long conference table. I felt as if the entire ordeal was a run around, and that all of these people were inept. A blonde woman basically said that I had to go. The man in charge, slender in a white shirt and black glasses with more slimy black hair told her, “You’d be shitting your pants if Floyd flirted with you.” I was beginning to ascertain that they wanted the older brother for something, something big. Burning down the campus building? I did not know. I was losing my patience with the lot of them. Up until this point they all were very impressed by how calm I had remained. I gathered that they planned on using this against Floyd. I told them that I had missed class. I was fed up with them all and asked them if this was their usual shit show. Mr. In Charge said that did not matter that I worked for them now. He asked me who my hero was. I started thinking and becoming lucid. I told them that I had no hero or love for the Fuckers Butting In nor the Commie Infiltration Agency, that I did not like the government or the presidents besides Eisenhower when I woke up. After jotting down my notes in my dream book, (I turned on the light this time, so that I could make them out.), I fell into other little bouts of sleep where I was in the same dream, and there were piles of white paper on a desk in the same office.

Look at this silly kitty, he's been so bad. Up to page 135 in Dana's Dreams Two, already. It might be the Native American in me. I certainly am a dreamer. 🌜🌝🌛  

Dana's Dreams 


Friday, January 17, 2025

It's Sad

 



  As if life isn't hard enough on big uggo girls, now I automatically presume they're men. Gives me an excuse. 

Wednesday, January 8, 2025

I Thought They Just Murdered Ashli


   My God, I thought that Shit Schumer's hit man, Michael Byrd, only murdered the veteran, Ashli Babbitt, (say HER name). I might've known better. Looks like the political port-o-pigs killed another innocent woman. 😠

Rosanne Boyland

  How many more? Not to mention all of the innocents in the oubliette. 


Monday, December 2, 2024

Brit Box


   Free Brit Box TV this week. If you know me you know I love "free" 🙄 TV, England, crafty stuff, and mysteries. Well, let me tell you, Frankie and I started off with Make it at Market with a lady who weaves faeries and unicorns from willow and a carpenter. We were impressed. Then, we tried the British equivalent to cold cases. Hey, if you want to get away with pedophilia, (for the record the term does not automatically come up with The Google Monster because pedos rule the world), rape, and murder move to England. The episodes leave you feeling sick and very happy to have a gun. The last British crime series I watched had a nervous bobby killing a criminal with a filing cabinet. Spare me! This is why Limeys call me a mean NAZI. Tough 💩. Letting a dirty bugger get away with raping and murdering thirty little boys makes even me look good. ☮

Frankie Says

I want to go to the Moon. ✨

Reached page 150 in Fanging with Claude. I hope to have it finished by my birthday. My Christmas cards and gifts might be a bit late this year. Oh, hex. I think Jesus was born in July anyways. Kash Patel makes up for The Donald's last couple of stupid picks. The Fuckers Butting In and The Commie Infiltration Agency have to go along with the Irrational Rape Service. 


 

Friday, November 8, 2024

Celebrate


   No better way to celebrate the world's big win than at your favorite Hexican joint in a new dress. The clowns and morons might drown in their own stupid tears for all I care! Gloat, Gloat, Gloat! 🤣🤣🤣

Thursday, November 7, 2024

Elton John, Kiki Dee - Don't Go Breaking My Heart (with Kiki Dee)


  Might be deplorable, maybe garbage, but we've done nothing to break Sir Frankie Crisp's 💖. No wonder people want to give me their cats and little native kids. I rock! Commies are only good for sucking. 

Drowning In Their Tears: Elites Panic At 2024 Election Results

Thanks, Mike!


   Daddy used to say, "Fuck you, Mike!". No doubt we're all crushing on Scott Presler, but I do not think that Mike Lindell is getting the credit he deserves. This guy is a real American hero. No, I did not read his book, Ron did. He told me all about it. Maybe he did not work at McDonald's, (I just thought of how funny that is, McPillow), but he knows. Yes, I got My Towels for Christmas. They take forever to dry. They are real towels. My Pillow sends me scores of dreams, as anybody that knows me knows. A couple of things that most people that are TV junkies like Daddy don't know is that we can thank Mike for the unRIGGING of this election. Mike worked tirelessly for the past four years on that. The Kid Smeller might be the most honest president of all time. He told us ahead of time that they were RIGGING it, BIG. Why would they stop just when they had mastered it? During the 2020 election we received a stack of mail in ballots, six inches high. This time, in spite of Ron's request, we received none. Yes, we took Trump's advice, and voted weeks early at the courthouse. Yes, I had lost all faith in elections. We beat them at their own game. Late, both Pennsylvania and Wisconsin got truckloads of commie votes that thanks to Mike the law put the smack down on. What does Daddy know? Like my dumb white ghoulfriends he voted for Cabala Embarrass. Not blaming Daddy, he's dead. Thank You, Mike! You are right up there with Patrick Henry in my book, and we 💖 You So Much! Respect! ✨

Wednesday, October 30, 2024

Shannen's Gifts


   Free HBO and MAX this week, looks like a load of commie 💩 there. Watching The Watchers, it's alright. Shannen O'Lantern's seeds with salt and butter, (out of oil), took twice as long to bake but taste twice as good. Frankie loves them. He also loves guinea wings. Although he could come and go from the fairy cottage to the barn he does not try to run away. He actually gets nervous that I'm going to toss him out. Sir Frankie Crisp is eating good in the neighborhood. He loves to play with toilet paper and paper towel rolls. My black Betta, Lennox, is doing well too. He's so black you can't see his eyes, beautiful. I used half of Shannen's sweet meat to make a dozen homemade pumpkin muffins. They're good. I still have a pot in the fridge to bake a cake with later. I've been captive in the kitchen long enough. I've got a costume for tomorrow that I've not been able to wear, so I'll see you then. Have a Happy Halloween! 

Monday, October 14, 2024

Bulletproof


   Only got 😉 in my new $5 tee-shirt, no dirty looks. Wanted You Missed 🖕😎🖕, but they only had that in Super FAT. Notice there are no fat folks at Republican rallies, they must all be demonrats. Proof + commies are lazy and eat nasty food. 

Bulletproof

Druidic Cat Nap