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ROTTEN WHORING TWAT FACES 2

Now, as I said, I am certainly NOT happy about this robbery at the B-POD.  But I’m oddly hardly stressed at all at the same time.  I knew this was going to happen, or very well could happen, for many years.  I’ve had in-laws steal my stuff while getting a free place to live.  I’m used to ex-wives, the government, friends, and employers screwing me over, constantly.  This is why I hate people.  I don’t get righteous over it, like “those bastards have violated me and have no right”.  You cannot have any other attitude except “might makes right”, when it comes to others screwing you.  If they can, they will. 

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My initial reaction was to swear loud and long enough to make a sailor blush, then inventory, followed by clean up.  As the day went on, I just couldn’t really stay too upset.  I kept dwelling on it, and then came to the decision that rather than letting this consume my time, I needed to make a Grand Futile Gesture.  That’s the ticket!  I just needed to eat more to have more calories to make a random selected day bike ride back up there once a week, regardless of how often or how little I drove up there ( see how a car makes you a lazy slacking ho?  And it isn’t even my car ).

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So I’m upping my wheat calories.  Since living in town and having a toaster, I cheat a bit and eat store bought whole wheat bread for breakfast.  The mid morning snack was whole wheat nuke bread.  Then lunch was dinner leftovers.  Well, this was easy enough, wasn’t it?  Just add another nuke bread.  Just double the yummy home ground wheat.  Adding an egg or a bit more cheese or meat doesn’t seem to deliver all that much extra energy, but adding just another 100 calories of wheat sure does.  I’m eating that extra wheat the other six days of the week, then biking out.

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And the day after biking out I’m skipping the next days hour on the exercise bike.  This should not JUST give me a calorie surplus, even after working on my place for an hour before returning, but also give me BETTER calories.  My metabolism is still stupid fast even after it slowed down considerably in middle age, and I need to have a stored surplus prior to exercise, some calories during and extra after.  I think I was eating, easy, four thousand calories while working the Food Bank at the end ( when I first started, I was able to last all day just on wheat-it was much less manual labor then ). 

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Most people worry about being too fat.  I worry I’ll wait too long between eating and get really weak and lethargic.  There were a few times I ran out of juice riding home and almost not making it, I got so weak.  Like, getting nauseous from not eating.  It doesn’t help I can’t eat all the processed fat like I used to ( due to heartburn ), so the time between meals is shrinking.  Before, a high fat diet was just fuel for work.  Now it turns to poison.  Far more carbs, less meat and almost no fat like I used to eat.

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I imagine getting old has some part in this.  Perhaps now I can’t effectively process fat or junk food easily ( that, plus they are using far, far less wholesome food substitutes than ever ), but I can carbohydrates.  White flour bloats me up like Chinese food, but whole wheat is still smooth as a babies ass on my stomach.  You just have no friggin idea how special and wonderful whole wheat is, do you?  It was what fueled me through twenty years of working harder for child support and is once again saving my sorry ass.  Biking up to my place will solve exactly nothing except to give me something to do other than sitting around worrying.  But it must be done just for that reason.

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In a small way, I’m even glad the robbery happened.  This is yet once again a reminder how people are Rotten Whoring Twat Faces.  Once one set of fingers on one hand are used up, you’ll probably never find any more folks you can count as absolutely trustworthy.  Being reminded in such an expensive way blows, but you don’t get to pick and choose life lessons, do you?  And it was nice to understand that one benefit of knowing bad will happen is that after the initial burst of hatred and adrenaline and stress, when bad things do occur they quickly fade in importance.  You weren’t surprised.  That is always a blessing.

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The worst part of something is when it is an unknown.  Once it becomes a known it loses 90% of its fear factor.  You don’t know what a shot is going to feel like as a child going to the doctor.  Once you find out it doesn’t hurt all that much, it is far less of a Pitch A Fit.  It is important to know the end is nigh, not MERELY to prepare for it-because realistically few of us really know how it will be or are realistic about preps-but also because we won’t be surprised.  You know, the level of stress that can literally impair your health, that kind of stress, is gone.  Once you expect something bad to happen, when it does it turns into a mere problem rather than a panic inducing life altering occasion. 

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So even if you are ill prepared ( I need a clever play on “1 is None” for food storage.  “Six Months Ain’t Crappidy Crap” doesn’t flow smoothly.  How about “One Year Is Just The Start”.  Hmmm.  Still nothing.  Okay, what about “Three Years Or Screwed Like Queers”?  Come on!  That’s not so bad.  It is offensive and non-PC, and catchy!  Anyone? ), just being in a position where you don’t panic because the collapse isn’t a surprise should go a long way giving you a small added advantage.  Not that the lack of surprise adds anything to an empty stomach, just that your reactions and improvisations and decisions might be improved and that could make enough of a difference.
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( there is a part three, but I imagine not all of you want to read it.  That is why I have it over on my bonus material blog.  To summarize, the robbers returned a week later, and as there was nothing to steal, they vandalized.  If you want to hear me ruminate and bloviate on that, go to: www.bisonbonus.blogspot.com  )
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