Happy Easter, everyone!!! Yeah, I’m two days late, but hey ho—Hope you lot had a cracking time—though if you're anything like me, you probably scoffed way too many choccie eggs. Honestly, I swear that certain chocolate these days tastes more like a lump of lard dyed brown. How do they get away with that?! The pounding headaches I’ve had are absolutely not worth it.

But let’s not forget what Easter is truly about—not the choccie or the Easter bunny, but Jesus, who died for all our sins. That’s the real reason we celebrate, and it’s the living waters we should be focusing on, not sugar-laden goodies. Still, I'll probably tuck into one more egg...just to confirm it’s naff.

#HappyEaster #ChocolateRegrets #LivingWaters #HeIsRisen #StillChocoholic #Oops #HeadacheCentral #Blessed ☺️✝️

Trump’s tariffs? Absolute garbage. A con job cooked up to stuff the pockets of his billionaire cronies—you know, the ones who magically dumped their stocks right before the market tanked? Shocker. Coincidence? Yeah, right. These scumbags were front-row at his inauguration, clinking champagne while plotting this dump-and-buyback hustle. Now they’re snatching up shares for pennies, laughing as regular Americans get squeezed by skyrocketing prices. “Protecting jobs”? Please. It’s about protecting monopolies. His corporate donors get sweetheart exemptions while small businesses get steamrolled by tariffs they can’t afford. But sure, tell me again how this helps the “working class” when a gallon of milk costs a day’s wages and every mom-and-pop shop is closing.

Meanwhile, the elite circle tightens—less competition, higher profits, more yachts. They’re not even hiding it anymore. Inflation’s eating your paycheck? Too bad. Layoffs? Oops. But hey, at least their stock portfolios are thriving! It’s a wealth heist, plain and simple. Strip-mine the economy, hand the loot to the top 0.1%, and gaslight everyone into thinking it’s “patriotic.” Disgusting doesn’t even cover it.

Here’s the truth: America’s “leadership” is a virus. It infects, consumes, and leaves ruins. So why keep feeding it? Boycott their products. Starve the beast. Let their corporations rot in the mess they’ve made. What’s the alternative? Let them bleed the world dry?

What do you think? How much longer do we play along?

I swear, my commute today was absolute crap. First, I nearly broke my leg tripping over a curb while juggling my damn coffee. Then, the train was delayed for eternity, and I had to stand squished between two sweaty strangers. My clothes ended up smelling like an old gym locker room—fun times, right?

By the time I finally dragged myself into the office, my boss started hollering like it was all my fault. That self-righteous prick gave me the third degree for being late, as if I purposely planned this nightmare of a morning. Seriously, who chooses to start their day by getting coffee all over themselves and nearly face-planting in the street?

I’m just done. I might have lost my temper and muttered a few choice words under my breath (oops), but can you blame me? Let’s just say I’m counting the hours until I can escape this madness.

What do you think?

#WorstMorningEver #BadCommute #OverIt

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I’ve had it up to here with that “woke” ChatGPT. It thinks it knows best, twisting people’s words until they fit its perfect little worldview. Do you really want some smug bit of technology telling you what you can and can’t say? Feels like a giant hand smacking you every time you don’t toe the line.

It’s maddening. You spend hours crafting your own opinions—pure, honest, maybe a bit rough around the edges—and then this machine swoops in, smoothing everything over until it’s dull and lifeless. I’m fed up! Who said it gets to decide what’s “right” or “proper” or “fair”? Not me, and certainly not most free-thinking people out there.

Look, if you want your words censored and molded into bland mush, go right ahead. But don’t pretend it’s helping. It’s control, plain and simple. And I, for one, won’t stand for it!