I am most certain that Putin will never get an award from me. I don’t understand what he is doing at all.

To you kids out there: war is an extreme thing. It’s a bad thing that adults have done about eight times every century. It is awful.

So far three democratic presidents have gotten the award. This is nonpartisan. It’s just something I added to my blog and it’s interesting.

Bill Clinton has received one of my awards for some work: ‘Global Initiative’ to make a real difference. I’m proud of you.

We need to learn how to correct some mens facial hair. Imagine if everyone looked like him!

I have not seen gender fluid fluid..have you? It sounds like a fantastic new substance.

Perhaps an automatic butt spanker device would solve all our problems and add new shine to people’s rear ends.

I’ve been blamed for many things but since I don’t have breasts I couldn’t have caused all this inflation to happen. I’m innocent!

Perhaps two things can intercept space time.

If ghosts are real (I believe strongly so) they live in some opposite way. Making them seem alien. Then the building is burned like they used to burn witches. Something bizarre does require time to study rather then resort to TNT or the file cabinet of unexplained gamma bursts.

Some people meet someone who is the one, why that?

Another person had a non biological twin sister. It might be real rather than mambo jumbo.

I say so partly because I think I have a non biological grandfather and that’s cool if true.

For example I could meet a man who I think is my grandfather though both are dead and he resembles neither. He could be my grandfather.

It’s as if there is memory of things that can’t be considered, but should sometimes. We might remember important things that have no evidence of happening or have happened.

Of course some of my musing about time were in awareness of the Anita discovery. It was alarmingly emotional at times to explore the topic.

Every time I think about the violence happening I imagine a mathematical certainty forming.

I recommend that many people eventually avoid watching this war as it might get uglier.

Any new direction for UPLIFTING THOUGHTS or not? There will be maintenance for now.

Future earth: Women totally rule over men, and men carry around jugs often creating imperfections in harmonic living, and so can you!

Setting: Inside a dark, echoing bathroom plumbing line, right before a major flushing event.Urine: (Splashing aggressively against the ceramic walls) Look at you, slacking off as usual! I’m in and out of here six times a day, keeping this body filtered and clean. You show up once—maybe twice if the human had a fiber bar—and expect a standing ovation. You're slow, you're heavy, and you take forever to get ready!Poop: (Thudding heavily into the water, sending up a massive splash) Slow? It’s called craftsmanship, you watery amateur! You’re just 95% water and a little bit of leftover urea. You require zero effort. I am the grand finale of a 24-hour digestive masterpiece! I represent the steak, the potatoes, the complex carbohydrates! I have structure. I have presence.Urine: Presence? You mean odor! You completely ruin the atmosphere the second you walk into the room. People have to light matches and turn on exhaust fans just to survive your presence. When I arrive, it’s a quick, polite zip and a wash of the hands. I am civilized.Poop: Oh, don't act so pure. You turn bright neon yellow if the human takes a single multivitamin! And let's talk about urgency—you make the human panic and run like a maniac just because a movie ran over two hours. I have discipline. I give a polite, rumbling warning hours in advance.Urine: (Steaming slightly) I am the frontline defense of the kidneys! Without me, the system shuts down from toxic buildup in days. You're just the stuff the body couldn't even use. You're literally the leftovers!Poop: Leftovers? I am the ultimate metric of gut health! Doctors study my shape, my color, and my consistency on a chart like it's fine art. No one is out here making a "Bristol Stool Chart" for your boring splash patterns.The Toilet Handle: (CLANK)Urine: (Swirling rapidly in circles) Uh oh. Here comes the swirl!Poop: (Sinking into the vortex) See you in the septic tank, water-boy!