Just living a quiet life seems to be the most rewarding
not living the fast life in a satanic hollywood curse or lying to people endlessly as a politician with power
or carving up older women’s faces as a plastic surgeon that makes $4000 an hour lol or the power to kill people endlessly as a police officer or locked up against your will in a prison for living in this lane of life
it seems the best gift you can give yourself is living away from all those people working as a janitor in society
not much attention
not much ridicule
not much fame or endless credit cards to worry about
dont have to go to school for a decade
I finally decided on taking my janitorial courses for the most part
I was really struggling with aspects of it like well you are ok you get a pension so why work and they allow me to make an extra $1500 a month on top of all the benefits of a disability pension which is great however its far worse elsewhere in canada and it does help believe me, like I have always used the renunciates lifestyle as a guide to life like imagine if you could a buddhist monk that can live on around $2000 a month hahaha some can and some can hold money and drive and vote like in the tibetan lineages but just imagine some of the more hardcore alms mendicants living with a health stipend for cheese and ciggarettes and chocolate and endless fries delivered to the monastery hahaha which is why I am so comfortable with my life enough that I would spend all my days forwarding LGBT and internet activism and turning on a lot of guys with my blogs and art
hahaha its a very rewarding life
one which I love so much
just being set free from having to work so much or take on false things like cars or investments
like if you think its tough to keep up with everything now -imagine what life will be like in 10-15 years when its normal to have 40 people around your environment at all times or the worlds population has grown by 10,000% lol the news cycle and media will be totally unhinged and insane and more hard to keep up with than now
like there will be 1000x more celebrities
100x more murders 1,000x more chaos and destruction but the ability to tune it all out and mop floors or study or paint or do glasswork will be a really solitary quality in yourself that you can nurture for peace like if you are alone now imagine what life will be like where it is normal to be surrounded by people at all times whether we are forced to live in pod communes or like your family explodes or its just simply more normal now to live with dozens of people next door and all around like I think speaking about having a room or microcondo to yourself will be like an old wives tale or reserved for the super elites to have an environment all to yourself …qualities of 1980’s & 90’s indigo elitists will be a highly sought after enlightened outlook hahaha like so many want to be famous in a week or two but have nothing that can actually make them famous maybe except youthful beauty but that fades and people put a lot of fat on their face and lose hair or lose their sex drive on meds who knows its all just so unpredictable but like everyone is so swept up in popular culture to even start their digital art movement or the first few lines of their book series or do the work needed to start a blog then realize you forgot the most important part which is actual content lmao poor cats
I have already achieved immensity and infamy and now can settle down and mop up an office building all night hahaha at this point in my life I am not really looking for attention or trillions of dollars or photographers or a true celebrity worship existence hahaha I just want a few hundred extra in a position nobody is vying for so that I can continue on plugging away at my hidden empire the rest of the time…people have always accused me of wanting to abuse others for fame so I can attain it then control people with my wealth like why do you even bother ? you obviously want to control a muscle 18 year old with your wealth and tell people what to do all day
haha its funny like I never really think much of what would happen if I made it like big time -even though I have written 2.5 books and done around just under 20,000 pieces of art like I simply just want to be left alone to do as much as I can in the time here but its not to control people through jpegs or anything its simply to leave a vast legacy to people in the future that may appreciate what I have done and if my bills are paid at least I can just continue to do my work uninterrupted -like it helps I have no 9-5 or a husband to sexually satisfy all day or anything else to do it my dozen projects a day and I just love life like this
if it was ever MJ level fame I would need lots of edibles or something to cope cause my cat brain is like so small with that stuff even barely socializing makes me nervous
but yeah I always have known at least about halfway through my collage style and into my stencil then even more into my cutout art style that pretty much about 8 out of 10 pieces has quite the potential to really resonate with people but my intent was never to be a celebrity and have people mocking me for my weight or my every move its just maybe money would be ok but I am not the type to want constant admiration or anything but like money does help with things hahaha its funny like most people I saw at my moms buildings were content with their apartment or being on welfare for decades never really doing anything of merit or substance in life like what a waste of a life and a complete lie to yourself by not achieving anything maybe its coming from ego but I guess the things that I achieved did not come easy and could be construed as quite complex in their offering and nature which is okay but I feel whatever the person wants to do is up to them so why judge someone that does not really want to do anything with their life I mean to at least change it -and move from a working class rough suburb to where all the mansions or condos are lol but yeah then on the other hand I see all these perverts and satanists that have it all and shove it in our faces daily and they are the most detested ones the most sick in the fucken head the most corrupt and foul so why would I want anything they have but they are allowed to exist here in duality as much as I am or you are there is an opposite more evil force here that has the right to exist day by day as much as you do. its ok
see I had a taste of a church job that paid me about $800 extra on top of my pension and that was pretty awesome now I want that again since I realize how hard I work in a normal working class job and that I can which is a wonderful thing to discover like I dont have to just suffer in silence and eat stuffing all day lol but I can go work and make some money to help things out a bit
I look at getting a simple nightly janitorial job as the greatest thing to happen to me in the next 6 months hahaha and this is how we should think always just take small steps to forward your life for the better then pounce when the opportunity hits -I saw so many people content to just watch television and live in their walls all day and to me the world is more expansive than that
when you are on the net its like wow the world I inhabit is far more greater and more reach than my street in canada has lol
its the little things that truly count
like living a good crime free life
or cleaning up after yourself for 6 minutes doing the dishes or sweeping the floor
or feeding the friendly door cat in the storm that comes to you for meatpaste that he has had 100x before and really appreciates having a kind human willing to spend money on him who cannot handle money lol like the way he nuzzles me is so cute -just all the payback I need and i am always happy to feed a hungry animal just put some crow chow down where I smoke my weed will be so happy when they stop by next cause they will know that they can stop at one house out of thousands for some crushed up rice cakes and cat food lol
so one day I will give like granola and all sorts of nuts and good stuff for them but for now it what I have and its enough
I just figure its helping the beings around you with little gestures of kindness and brotherhood that really really matter to a soul but like also with other things like seizing the moment with a larger task only to discover this giant vast house cleaning task was only about 4 minutes lol
seizing the moment is one of the most sought after skills there are rich people that hire people like butlers and personal assistants to really think of reminding them to do all the things they need in a day to be productive when we plebs do not have access to that so the ones that can seize the moment for two minutes to pick up some socks or do a few things around the house to stay organized is a very critical skill in life that people usually dont do unless they are at work being paid for it
its the winter season coming up
it seems the three atlas whatever it was has taken off to who knows where so no alien invasion with mongoloid reptis’s that want to fight or rape us endlessly I guess lol
now I look forward to xmas season
I have found myself in a peculiar situation for once in xmas to be totally alone while some may say oh poor him but to me its like the greatest thing that can happen to me in the world I am so used to going across the tundra to eat a fried large bird and yak about weird shit with my reptillian relatives and for once I can just get a fancy dinner and chill and be in my own world and stop serving other people on holidays for a change
samsara has totally turned my relationships upside down this year but I have always been comfortable in my own company I just want to be left alone if I can
I have distant family all over canada but my closest is my mom in same city so for once i wont see her and I went about 7 years without seeing her when I lived at the lake named after me near here so its all good like I wont cry or anything maybe get some magic mushrooms and vibe lol
this dec now i am booked in a 3 day janitor course 5-7 I will be a college boy hahaha for 3 days about as much as I can handle of that life then in feb the last 3 days and I am a certified executive janitor which is a step up from my church job outlook and I have to steer away from jobs in my field that double as maintenance since I hate that shit and am just a cleaner and focused on that like in the church they were talking about branching my position into maintenance and I was like terrified cause I hate that shit and dont even want to go there or learn.
I discovered in my two relationship of 7-8 years that you can be devoted to someone for that long and be left to carry on alone with $1000 and a goodbye and it all just felt pointless and void of anything that I put in
the past few years I realized that well I am just going to live for my own life for awhile and when I have totally made it maybe then I could entertain something relationship wise but am just really happy on my own and I dont even know why I sought a relationship with some of the obvious fundamental aspects of it lacking nobody thinks to themselves this way like wow I want to offer my mate a good life and be at peace with the world but a lot of us come into a union out of suffering or do not set up our lives involving comfort and security which should be the basics of even offering a cat hahaha so many are happy dating a deranged gangster or someone that drinks or is not productive or successful
see I was always driven even in my two long relationships always plugging away at my online life despite having a life partner but it all seemed to work out
so much change and uncertainty and I see a lot of the young people online in despair and hopelessness because nobody thinks like them here -there is nobody to look up 2 that is a good role model there is nothing to hope for because this place is a warzone now
I am happy that I went through all I did long ago to get where I am now so that I can write about it but there would have been thousands of things I would have done differently but who knows where I would be had I been on a different path.
I just look around in my lottery house rental
and think to myself -I am safe
maybe I did actually ‘make it’ after all
the animals I love just meow my head off or nuzzle into me or rub their mouth on my head and they can sense my soul and the way I look at them with pure love that they have a human friend
maybe my best friends were meant to be cats in saanich
so awesome
wouldnt change it for the world lol
I just think about them often they have their owners but like no family -no lover - nothing really but a bit of human connection and I am just at peace holding an elderly feline with some dementia and I am just ok with the world then, like I have achieved it all.
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My overwhelming question for the supreme court and ostrich farms is why they had to SHOOT all the ostriches and not provide a more humane animal care and compassionate/dignified Euthanasia? seems a bit brutal to shoot them all by CFIA/supreme court firing squad? they will do the same to us if they want (or justify it as "legal") wtf gives? why the callous brutality ?just saying and nobody cares? I even heard online that sometimes they suffocate them in foam or something like why would you SHOOT them all without regard to their suffering or any care of animal abuse at all like they are probably 10x worse in the treatment of animals for food and its an unspeakable hell to even think about
The camera crew expected to film poverty. What they found was a 47-year-old woman who had lived without electricity, running water, or human touch for decades—and didn't know life could be any different. When Too Long a Winter aired in 1973, 21 million people watched. And Hannah Hauxwell discovered she'd been surviving what most would call impossible. But before the cameras, before the letters, before Britain fell in love with the woman from the High Pennines—there was just a girl watching everyone leave. Hannah Hauxwell was born in 1926 on Low Birk Hatt Farm, 1,100 feet above sea level in the Yorkshire Dales. It was remote even by farming standards—no road access, no neighbors within shouting distance, no electricity lines running anywhere near the stone farmhouse that had stood since the 1600s. Her childhood was work. Feeding animals before dawn. Hauling water from the spring. Helping her father with the cattle in winds so strong they knocked children off their feet. The Pennines weren't picturesque—they were brutal. Winter temperatures dropped to -20°C. Snow buried fences. Lambs froze in the fields. But there were people. Her parents. Her uncle. Neighbors who would stop by after market day. The postman who came twice a week. Human voices. Human warmth. Then they started dying. Her father died when Hannah was young. Her uncle died shortly after. By her twenties, it was just Hannah and her mother, two women trying to maintain an 80-acre farm that required three men's labor. They kept cattle—not many, maybe a dozen at most. Just enough to generate minimal income. Hannah would milk them by hand every morning in the drafty stone barn, her fingers going numb in the cold. She would carry the milk in heavy pails back to the house. She would skim the cream. She would walk three miles to the nearest road to meet the milk truck. Then she'd walk back and start the rest of the day's work. Her mother died in 1958. Hannah was 32 years old. And then there was no one. Most people would have sold the farm immediately. The land was worth something—not much, but enough to buy a small house in a village, to start over somewhere with electricity and shops and people. Hannah stayed. Not because she loved the isolation. Not because she was making money—she wasn't. The farm barely generated £200 a year, roughly £4,000 in today's money. That's what she lived on. For everything. Food, clothes, animal feed, repairs. She stayed because it was what she knew. Because leaving felt like admitting defeat. Because the farm had been in her family for generations, and abandoning it felt like betraying everyone who'd worked the land before her. So Hannah Hauxwell, alone at 32, decided to keep farming. Here's what that meant: WINTER: Temperatures inside the farmhouse regularly dropped below freezing. She had no central heating—just a single coal fire in the kitchen that she kept burning constantly because if it went out, restarting it meant an hour of work with frozen fingers. She slept in all her clothes, including her coat. She would wake to find ice on the inside of the windows. Water left in a cup overnight froze solid. WATER: There was no running water. Every drop came from a spring 100 yards from the house. In summer, this meant multiple trips carrying heavy buckets. In winter, this meant breaking through ice, filling buckets with numb hands, and carrying them back before they froze again. Washing meant heating water on the stove—a process so time-consuming and fuel-expensive that she bathed once a week at most. FOOD: She had no refrigerator. She grew vegetables in summer and preserved what she could. In winter, she lived on potatoes, bread, and whatever meat she could afford—often nothing. Neighbors later recalled that Hannah was always thin, always looked tired, always wore the same patched clothes year after year. ANIMALS: The cattle needed feeding twice a day, every day, regardless of weather. Hannah would wade through waist-deep snow to reach the barn. She would fork hay from storage—hard, physical labor that left her exhausted. She would break ice in the water troughs. She would check for illness, injury, birthing complications. Alone. Always alone. LONELINESS: This might have been the hardest part. Days would pass without seeing another human being. Weeks in winter. The postman came when roads were passable—sometimes that meant not for a month. She had no telephone. No radio (it required electricity). No television. Just silence, wind, and the sound of her own breathing. She was living in conditions that most of Britain thought had vanished a century earlier. And no one knew. In 1972, a young ITV producer named Barry Cockcroft was researching a documentary about rural poverty in Northern England. Someone mentioned a woman living alone on a remote Pennine farm "in Victorian conditions." Cockcroft was skeptical. This was 1972. Britain had the NHS, the welfare state, electrification programs. Surely no one was actually living without basic utilities by choice. He drove to Low Birk Hatt Farm to investigate. The farm had no road access. He had to park a mile away and walk across fields. He knocked on a wooden door that looked like it hadn't been painted in decades. Hannah Hauxwell answered. Cockcroft later said the thing he remembered most was her hands—red, chapped, with scars from barbed wire and work injuries that had never properly healed. She was 46 years old but looked 60. She was thin—alarmingly thin. Her clothes were patched and re-patched. Behind her, he could see the dim interior of a house lit only by daylight and a single coal fire. She invited him in for tea. As they talked, Cockcroft realized this wasn't a story about poverty in the way he'd imagined. Hannah wasn't a victim asking for help. She wasn't bitter about her circumstances. She spoke matter-of-factly about her life: the animals needed feeding, the water needed hauling, the work never stopped. She had no idea her life was unusual. Cockcroft asked if he could film a documentary. Hannah agreed, mostly because she was too polite to refuse. Too Long a Winter aired on January 3, 1973, at 9 PM on ITV. 21 million people watched. The footage was stark: Hannah waking before dawn in a freezing house. Hannah carrying buckets of water through snow. Hannah eating a sparse meal alone at a bare wooden table. Hannah describing, in her soft Yorkshire accent, what winter was like: "Sometimes the snow is so deep you can't get out at all. You just have to wait." There was no music. No narration trying to make the story more dramatic. Just Hannah, living. The reaction was immediate and overwhelming. Thousands of letters arrived at the farm. People sent money—donations ranging from a few pounds to hundreds. A local businessman offered to install electricity for free. Others sent clothes, food parcels, offers of help. The media descended. Newspapers wanted interviews. Other documentaries were commissioned. Hannah appeared on talk shows. She was invited to events in London—her first time ever leaving Yorkshire. Britain had fallen in love with Hannah Hauxwell. But not because she was pitiable. Because she was dignified. In every interview, she never complained. She never blamed anyone. She never asked for pity. She simply described her life as it was, and viewers recognized something profound: this was a person who had endured decades of hardship without losing her humanity. She became a symbol—of self-sufficiency, of rural resilience, of a disappearing way of life. But also of something deeper: the quiet strength of people who endure without an audience, who keep going not for recognition but because the work needs doing. With the donations, Hannah finally installed electricity in 1973. She was 47 years old. For the first time in her life, she could flip a switch and have light. She could have heat without hauling coal constantly. She could have a refrigerator, a radio, a connection to the world. But she didn't dramatically change her lifestyle. The animals still needed feeding. The water still needed hauling (running water would have required extensive plumbing work she couldn't afford). The isolation remained. More documentaries followed over the next two decades: A Winter Too Many (1988), Hannah's North Country (1988). Each one showed an older Hannah, still farming, still alone, but now with electricity and modest improvements. Viewers watched her age. They watched winters take their toll. They watched her struggle with tasks that had once been merely difficult but were now nearly impossible. By the early 1990s, Hannah was in her mid-60s. Her body, worn down by decades of brutal physical labor, couldn't sustain the work anymore. Cattle needed strength to manage. Water needed strength to carry. The farm needed someone younger, stronger. In 1988, Hannah made the decision that everyone had been expecting for years: she would sell the farm and move to a cottage in the village of Cotherstone, about 5 miles away—but a world away in terms of comfort and access. The announcement made national news. The sale of Low Birk Hatt Farm felt like the end of an era—not just for Hannah, but for a way of life that was vanishing from Britain. Small hill farms couldn't compete with industrial agriculture. Young people weren't staying in rural areas. The old ways were dying. Hannah moved into a small cottage with central heating, running water, and a proper bathroom. After 60 years of hauling water and sleeping in her coat, she finally had comfort. She lived there for another 30 years. In her later years, Hannah became something of a rural celebrity. She wrote books about her life. She traveled—something she'd never imagined doing. She visited the Dales again, this time as a visitor rather than a prisoner of the land. She gave interviews about resilience, about simplicity, about the value of quiet perseverance. She was always uncomfortable with the attention, always insisting she'd "just done what needed doing." Hannah Hauxwell died in 2018 at the age of 91. The obituaries called her "the last of the hill farmers," "a symbol of rural Britain," "an inspiration to millions." They showed clips from Too Long a Winter—Hannah carrying those buckets of water, feeding those cattle, sitting alone in that cold house. But here's what the obituaries often missed: Hannah Hauxwell didn't choose that life out of some romantic attachment to simplicity. She was trapped by circumstance—by poverty, by isolation, by lack of options, by societal expectations that women should maintain family farms even when it destroyed them. Her endurance wasn't inspirational in the way people wanted it to be. It was survival. It was the absence of alternatives. It was what happened when someone fell through the cracks of the welfare state, when rural isolation meant invisibility, when pride prevented asking for help. What was inspirational was what happened when the cameras finally arrived: Hannah didn't perform suffering for sympathy. She didn't exaggerate her hardships. She simply showed her reality—and that reality was powerful enough to move 21 million people. She didn't ask viewers to pity her. She asked them—without ever saying it explicitly—to see her as fully human. To recognize that dignity doesn't require comfort, that strength doesn't require recognition, that value doesn't require validation. And Britain saw her. The letters, the donations, the electricity installation—these weren't charity for a victim. They were a collective acknowledgment: "You shouldn't have been invisible. We should have known. We should have cared sooner." Hannah accepted the help gracefully, used it practically, and continued living as she always had—with quiet determination and without complaint. She didn't inspire people by overcoming her circumstances in some dramatic fashion. She inspired them by simply continuing, day after day, without an audience, without applause, without any assurance that anyone would ever know. For 30 years, Hannah Hauxwell carried water in the freezing cold. Not because she wanted to prove something. Because the animals needed water. Because she needed water. Because the work existed and someone had to do it. Most people discovered her in 1973. But she'd been there all along—unseen, unheard, but absolutely present. The documentary didn't make her remarkable. It made her visible. She was 47 when the world finally noticed she'd been surviving the impossible. She was 62 when she finally stopped. She was 91 when she died, having lived three decades of the comfort she'd been denied for six. Sometimes endurance isn't inspiring—it's just necessary. But sometimes necessary endurance, done without complaint or expectation of recognition, becomes the most inspiring thing of all. Hannah Hauxwell didn't change the world. She didn't fight injustice or defy laws or save thousands of lives. She just lived. Alone, unseen, uncomplaining, in conditions that would break most people. And when the world finally saw her, they recognized something essential: that the quiet strength of invisible people—the ones who endure without audience, who persist without praise—is the foundation everything else is built on. She was 47, and she discovered she'd been living impossibly. He was 28, and he lied—and 8,000 people survived. She was 17, and she said no—and the law changed. Sometimes the stories that matter most are the ones no one was watching.
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BREAKING: HEARTBREAKING! A sixteen-year-old American begs his city council to do something to stop ICE and shares how terrified he is of himself and his family being snatched away by Trump’s ICE goons over the color of his skin! Speaking at a city council meeting in Hillsboro, Oregon, the teen shares his anguish and fear at watching masked marauders throw people into unmarked vans and drive off, to be taken to prison camps and deported to foreign countries, and begs the city council to step in and take action to end the terror. “I just want to tell you guys that I'm scared for my parents to walk out their house because I might not be able to say goodbye to them if they go to work.” “I might not ever be able to say bye or see them again if you guys don't side with us, and I'm scared because of it because they fought so hard to come here and choose a life for their kids and I really hope you guys do hear what everyone in this room has been saying, and I hope you guys do side with us, because we are fighting for our rights and we are getting treated like animals, because people judge us by the color of our skin and the way that we talk and we have a president that acts like a CHILD and doesn't side with us because of the way he thinks about us. “And we have a police department that doesn't do anything about us and that we are here fighting more than they are so I hope that you guys actually do hear what everyone in this in this center is hearing or talking about so you guys can side with us and listen to what everyone's saying because everyone is scared. I'm scared that I'm never going to be able to see all my friends again.” “I'm scared that their parents are going to be gone one day. I'm scared that all of us are going to have to fend for ourselves. I'm scared that one day at school that I'm going to get like held by people that I don't know, people that are covered, people that I can't identify because they wear masks and they don't properly ID themselves.” “I'm scared that everyone that I love is not I'm not going to be able to see them again because even though that they're U.S. citizens they don't care about us. They treat us like dogs. They treat us like animals.” No one here, no one here cares about us because the color of our skin. So I'm asking you guys, every single one of you guys that are sitting up here, to actually hear us and do something about it because I'm tired of it. “I'm tired of telling my mom and dad every day after school that ‘have you seen the new video of ICE falling someone over because the color of their skin.’ “I'm tired of everything and I hope you guys really do do something about it because I really do want something to change because I should not live like this as a 16 year old. I shouldn't be scared. I should be focusing on school and I can't even focus on school!" finishes the teen, almost to tears. Behind every person snatched away, behind every rib shattered against the concrete by ICE boots, and behind every tear gas grenade thrown at children, and behind every flagrant lie told by the Department of Homeland Security, is an ocean of trauma and fear and sadness experienced by millions of families across the United States, knowing that at any moment their family and their lives could be ripped apart by masked stormtroopers. This reign of terror has got to end, and the people responsible need to be prosecuted for their crimes against humanity.
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