This Is Why I Enjoy The Company Of Animals Over Humans

For some reason the Internet Hobgoblins have commandeered my AOL account and locked me out. So I can’t send myself posts through emails and must cut and paste from my other social media accounts.

But that is not the end of my on-line woes.

You fine, five readers have certainly caught up to my 9-11 blog, where I also discuss the horrific assassination of Charlie Kirk and how we must not let that become the catalyst for civil war. Violence erupts when we stop talking to one another.

https://thewisenovelist.com/never-forget-9-11-rip-charlie-kirk/

We must be able to discuss our differences without seeking to cancel each other.

Well, on that note, you’ll most likely also have read about my recent contretemps with Nextdoor, which after barring me for over 6 months, immediately set out to censor my newly allowed blogs because some douchebag was offended by my very toxic male existence. They started removing my posts. Like the 9-11/ck and this one.

Well, that skirmish continued with tag-team emails from Stephen and then Irish, from Nextdoor

https://www.facebook.com/share/1EdwnpZNio

And that also resulted in a lot of those again triggered Nextdoorians offering their two cents, which, with the exception of posts by the often maligned, but now quite provenly clever Karen, and a new fan Erika, and a few of my more vocal supporting followers, just shows that you can’t debate with some people.

https://www.facebook.com/share/1SBUPqBDBe

But I do understand what Gulliver felt like when he landed in Lilliput.

But I digress.

So, I will no longer be able to enter into the fair and civil exchange of ideas on the local(?) social media platform Nextdoor. FOREVER.

Hopefully, some of the local supporters will follow me to this website (if you have, welcome, and thanks for the support) and according to Claire’s Theorem, become one of the rotating five readers that enjoy my daily blog without the offended chorus of the local mob.

Which is why I really am beginning to appreciate the time I spend communing with the non-judgmental, non-human creatures here on Casa Claire.

When Claire calls me out on something, it’s supported by irrefutable logic, and couched in a little humor.

Speaking of my magic mule, enough of the on-line shenanigans, I have chores to attend to.

At least that shit I deal with can be scooped up and placed onto Hadron’s Wall where it will return to it’s nutritional components in silence.

But please ignore my colloquy of consternation, I expect you fine, five readers to go out and enjoy your Sunday. In peace. Maybe read a book between football games.

And no matter what happens, let’s make today a great one.