I mean it. I just read a blog post from VD today that amounted to me realizing one thing. As bad as the fucking Overlords of the dying Empire say it is with Covid and the bullshit political game of today…

That’s all a smoke screen. This is it. This is a time of history. Our time. The every day man’s time. This is a time you need to write this shit down.

They’re starting to tell people to comply with their orders for the population to get vaccinated or else…They’re close to trying to put that collar on us.

Hot damn! What a time to be alive.

They’re bringing up the masks shit….to stop the spread of a less then harmful variate of Covid…

Hot damn! What a time to be alive.

They’re pushing cocain fear properganda my dude and I realized. I’m not afraid. I have no intention on complying. I have every intention on smoking some of that conflict passing my way and blowing gunsmoke cotton candy dreams in their faces. Holy shit.

I’m getting conflict hungry.

I hear the roar in my blood. I hear the sound of men standing up. I feel my lips form a grin as a Overlord is close to telling me, “You better fall in line boy.”

Blood and Iron.

Battle and fury.

I feel.

I feel it in my blood.

I feel the shit kicking attitude in gut.

I feel a delight for battle and conflict. My God. I feel my hand reaching for my sword.

All that posturing. All that smoke. All that fear mongering bullshit.

It don’t scare me my dude. It makes wonder if these fuckers are willing to try to write a check their asses can’t cash.

I wish. I wish a mother fucker would attempt to tell me to fall in line or else to my face. I wish a mother fucker would say he doesn’t desire us to not tolerate them breathing with the shit they have put us through.

Hot damn! What a time to be alive.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

P. S.

I am so happy to be alive for this shit. I wonder. I hope that the party will begin. I can’t say it enough.

Hot damn! What a time to be alive.