THE END

This month of April my yearly subscription giving me the pleasure of writing this blog comes due. I have decided not to renew. Looking back, I see that I covered many topics, but only had 12 subscribers. I want to thank the subscribers who stuck with me, and even stuck when the subject matter may have seemed boring. I do say, and I know I’m prejudiced when I say this, but some of my subject matter was damned good, especially when it was about the Secret Space Program, which most Americans are too busy to inform themselves about. It’s sad because the nations of the world, the US anyway, have working relationships with ETs, and most people are blithely unaware of it.

I’m ending the blog because two things have happened: I’ll be 80 this year and I’ve run out of topics to write about. I could write about Donald Trump, but I think people have heard enough about him. I could write more stories about disappearances in National Parks, but the stories are on YouTube and told better than I could tell them. One of the stories actually gave a reason for the disappearances. There are places in the most remote places in the parks that are “wrong.” The Native Americans knew about them. When you go into such a place, the air is thick, GPS recorders don’t work, compasses don’t work. A female ranger did research on these places without disappearing herself. These places are responsible for phenomena such as campers hearing someone call out their name from the forest at night. If the camper follows the voice, which may be calling for help, the camper is never seen again.

I looked back at blogs and realized I had been writing them since 2018. What’s scary is that I don’t remember writing them. There are pictures that WordPress put in. They are the result of a hobby I have and nothing more. I copied pictures from Pinterest and colored them with markers. I can’t sell them because some of them have copyrights. And I wish WordPress had asked me before they put them up. They must have somehow snitched them off my phone without my permission. There are a lot of drafts which I do not claim responsibility for. And supposedly I pressed “Publish” a lot when I had a blank page in front of me, which I know didn’t happen.

So this is it. I’m all out of ideas. I’m worried about the country. I’m worried about the mid-terms. I’m worried about what old-age will bring. My writing is limited to posts on Facebook. I wrote many posts about the disasters and atrocious actions of Trump, but now that I’m resigned to the idea that Congress isn’t going to impeach him, I’ve given up. Now Congress is the problem. When will they ever get a backbone? Thank you for reading or not my sometimes interesting or not blogs.