I keep hoping I’ll be able to wake up one day and say to myself, “Oh, I get it! It all makes perfect sense now.”

But this continued support of terrorists makes absolutely zero sense. I don’t understand for the life of me why people feel so bad for the Syrian refugees when they’re the ones who brought on their own problems to begin with. They’re the ones who choose to kill each other, so why should they expect others to pick up the pieces? Am I missing something here? If I went and burned all my clothes and then went crying to Tom that I had nothing to wear, should he be expected to feel sorry for me?

Perhaps I should feel a little sorry for the women and children that have nothing to do with it, but then I question just how innocent some of those women really are, and I really question just how innocent those kids will be in another 20 years or so from now. Everybody is so obsessed with political correctness that they have their heads buried in the sand and have chosen to blind themselves to the facts even though they’re staring them right in the face.

I also don’t get how this is supposed to equate to the Holocaust. Hitler killed millions of Jews, and while I’m no Trump fan, Trump is only trying to keep dangerous people out of the country, not kill them.

All the marching and protesting in the world isn’t going to stop Trump from doing whatever he’s going to do whether we like it or not. He’s in for the next 4-8 years and unfortunately, nothing is going to change that.

I had no idea, as all these marches in protests have shown, just how loved Muslims really are in this country. I knew that blacks and everybody else were. Well, except for gays, of course. I should have figured as much, though. If it’s “in” people are for it no matter what it is. If it were suddenly in to support rapists, then that’s what people would do. It’s sad that most people don’t have a mind of their own and are often blind to common sense.

I was thrilled to learn of the shooting at the mosques in both the US and Canada. It’s about fucking time we gave these terrorists a taste of their own medicine! For years I’ve wondered when we were going to fight back. Now maybe whenever they decide to attack us they’ll keep in mind that yes, yes, yes, we are going to fight back!

Getting off the Trump craze now, fire and ambulance went to Jim’s house yesterday, but I didn’t see if anybody was taken out. A few hours before that Tom made a comment about not seeing Jim in a while. Well, the guy is in his late 80s, but I could’ve sworn I heard him and Bob on their morning walk just the other day.

Yesterday we trimmed the cypress trees. Well, he trimmed them and I picked up the trimmings. Trimming them takes no time at all with the wonderful trimmer he has. It’s picking all the shit up that’s a bitch, but it’s good exercise.

The gardening gloves we got are great. Really keeps the hands from getting poked and nicked by anything sharp.

I had a dream last night that Marie called. She planned to come visit and left a message asking what I wanted to do sexually.

Then came the return of the pill dreams. In this dream, I opened a bottle of pills by a sink that didn’t look anything like my own. These pills were capsules of some kind. I spilled a handful all over the sink and was worried that they would be damaged because the sink was wet. Then for some bizarre reason, I picked them up and shoved them in my mouth, trying to swallow them all at once.