Behind enemy lines

[Lumenari]

Day 3.

My journal of survival.

I was approached today by someone wanting a cigarette and they weren't wearing a mask.

I was so upset that I had to spend the rest of the day knocking down a statue of St. Patrick because the guy who accosted me had red hair and was a Ginger and probably Irish.

I am so upset right now that I need to demand that the government make me a nice cup of cocoa with some peppermint schnapps in it.

This is life on the edge.

It's raw, gutsy, and unhinged.

If it makes you feel any better, I left my property yesterday for the first time in a few months.

Had breakfast with friends and went to the grocery store...

My targets were a Big Sky brewery brand of beer that is seasonal, some chocolate and just for fun, a bottle of Aunt Jemima syrup.

Sadly, they had taken the brand off of the shelves.

As I was wandering the aisles, I was shocked to the core of my being at the most racist thing I have ever seen in a food group.

PREMIUM salted white CRACKERS.

How White Supremacist is that?

And how offensive!!! I mean.. you just call them CRACKERS?

We all know what they really mean.

I came home and started writing angry letters.

People should not have to deal with this level of racism in America!!!



Good luck behind the lines!!!