BRIDGING THE BROWS PART 4: AN EXHORTATION TO CHANGE FOR MS. LAURA ANNE INGRAHAM

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My sister Kate's middle name is Ann.  No "E."  Just another interesting plot-point here, for me; which we are going to get into.  But you don't get to speak.  You need to listen.  The above photo is an official FOX NEWS portrait of you.  Could you look more glowing?  Angelic?  Dare we say...virginal?  You're swathed in the colors of The Virgin Mary.  The mother of Jesus Christ.  The Queen of Heaven in our shared religion.  Your cross...very carefully NOT a crucifix, front and center.  Above your heart...

Does this image mean anything to you?  How does it make you feel?  Does it make you think about what you purport to believe?  Here's that same photo of you, this time used as a piece of official FOX NEWS...oh, let's use the word "publicity," rather than that other, oh so loaded "P" word, shall we?

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Clearly from the same photo sesh.  But where has your cross gone?  Did you take it off?  Or was it photoshopped out?
Let's look at your yearbook portrait again, when you were 17...or perhaps 16.  And let's put it between two recent portraits of you, shall we?

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Who do you think you are, to ANALYZE--
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I told you: you're here to listen.  You need to check your careerism at the back of the bus right now.  So, I don't know about you; but my CATHOLIC GUILT has kicked in and I feel really bad about making fun of your labial issues.  I don't like to make fun of people.  But the thing is; you're a person who is trying to impose your will and the will of others on everyone else.  Eveyone who disagrees with you.  So you're fair game.  But I like to play fair.  So, to equal the playing field, I will make fun of some of my own physical short comings.  Here's three:  I look like a frog.  I have hairy shoulders. I have a double pee stream due to an overlarge ostium externum urethrae masculinae; and often find myself having to wipe the bathroom floor just in front of and beside the toilet.  But you probably really don't want to hear about that.  
And right now...I'm getting ahead of myself.  I need to go back to a prior blog and deal with someone named: KEVIN.  But fear not...this will continue mon cher!

Last night I had a dream.  It involved secrecy and conspiracy and even cannibalism.  It wasn't overtly violent; but I still woke up feeling sort of violated--mentally and spiritually, I suppose.  It was one of those kinds of dreams that is so disturbing, you keep yourself awake so that you won't slip back into it.  It was one of those dreams that makes you examine your priorities.  Makes you look into the mirror of your soul.  In fact, it made me question things on an existential level...the very worst kind of dream.  Or pehaps the very best.  It made me wonder if perhaps maybe ALL OF THIS is some kind of Matrix like simulation.  Or that time IS on a loop and this has all happened before, many times over.  And if that is the case, then NONE of this really matters.  What I am writing is pointless.  So, I considered not writing it.  But then I thought: Well, if it doesn't matter; then it doesn't matter if I write it or I don't.  Or if I do.  So I decided to continue.  So here we are My Cherie Amour.  Me revoici, cherchant ton visage...

Is this you?

Is this you?

We're pretty sure this is you...

All of this nostalgia by osmosis got me wondering.  Like, the young man with you in the above picture.  We know you're still with us.  Alive and kickin' on good ole Planet Earth.  But I wondered if he was.  That would be young Mr. DJ Patenaude.  So I decided to try and find him.  I think I did...

Now, you, Laura, could probably confirm this.  Generally, someone with a gap that wide between their front teeth would have had it when they were 17 or so.  Maybe it's not him.  But let's dig a little deeper, shall we?

Laura, you were born on June 19th, 1963.  A Gemini.  How about a quick primer on the way of the Gemini from everyone's favorite Astrological crooner, MR. HARVEY SID FISHER!

Here's another interesting plot-point.  My older brother John was born on June 19th, 1963.  Now, what do you make of that?  I make a lot of it.  He passed away this past March; just over a half a year after our mother died.  He died of scrofula in rural Cambodia.  In 2025.  Ponder that for a moment.  I still am.  So of course, he was a Gemini.  So was my mom.  Here they are together:

I am a Sagittarius, born on December 19th, 1965.  I never thought much about that shared 19...but now I have been.  I'm going to get all metaphysical on you Laura, which I'm just sure you'll love; but I suggest you keep reading...if you are in fact, reading.  Sagittarius is the "balancing sign" of Gemini.  I find this super interesting too; as I have a LOT of Geminis in my life (now you too, apparently).  Geminis are the twins.  And as we know, there is a lot of push me, pull you back and forth between twins.  This other picture of John and my mom (her name is Helen), I think really illustrates this push and pull quite succinctly.  And God knows, PUSH and PULL literally sums up their relationship.

There were not a whole lot of loving, sweet and carefree moments like this between them.  In fact, their relationship was more than a little on the tortured side.  But this is a whole other story.  Probably a book.  I guess the takeaway is, that he is now gone. You and he were born ON THE SAME DAY. I think D.J. Patenaude is gone too.  I mean, this must be him, right?
I did a little more research.  The man with the gap in his teeth is the Late Mr. Daniel Patenaude Sr.  Interestingly, he died this past Easter Sunday(!).  I was looking at his face and comparing it to that of the young man in the MOST ATHLETIC picture and it wasn't adding up.  The nose didn't seem long enough.  Then, I found this:

Eureka!  The nose was right.  Interestingly, both men were born in the same year.

So, what's the point of this?  I'm not trying to be morbid.  I'm trying to point up (out) that our time here on Earth is limited.  That young man in the picture that you're playfully(?) swatting your tennis racket at, is gone.  Since 2016.  Do you worry about this?  Or do you, because of your position of power and authority, feel that you are immune?  Dean Patenaude started a food pantry, was involved with a children's hospital; donated some of his organs.  Was he woke?  Was he a "lefty"?  What have we done Laura?  What have you done with your time here?  What have I done?
Laura, you seemed to have developed your loathing for THE LEFT from a very young age.  I think I've deciphered the mysterious last bits of your high school year book code...

Q. Laura, what was your LIFE AMBITION at 17?
A. To Meet the Mayor of Munchkinland.

I think you achieved this goal.  Here is PDJT showing you his office as you WORSHIP GOLD by proxy.  I don't think you took home any Emmy gold for this...exchange.  Sorry, I'm trying to stay nice here.  But come on, even you are having trouble concealing your incredulity.  

​Speaking of gold...do you remember when I suggested a new jewelry statement for you, in lieu of your usual demure Christianationalist one?  This:

My phone is tracking me.  My phone is eavesdropping on me.  My phone is assessing me.  My phone is making assumptions about me.  My phone is spying on me.  MY PHONE IS JUDGING ME!!!
This may sound paranoid but we all know it's true nowadays.  By the way, there are supposedly ways to disable these functions on your tracking device--err--phone; but nowadays people are like: "Hey bug; track for me how to make Belgian waffles!"  Anyways...
After I had suggested the above necklace for you, my phone was showing me "articles" as a phone will.  One of them was something along the lines of: "Your Aura Color Palette Based on Your Numerical Birthdate!"  Being a sucker for such things I took the bait, clicked and scrolled.  So, the colors for someone born on the 19th (of any month) is the following:

So, this not only applies to me, Laura but it also applies to you and my late brother; although I don't recall him in "bold red" very much (although my sister did mention his prison jumpsuit was bright red, I think).  And he did like jewelry, but not gold so much.  Now, I do love a nice bold red garment every now and again; but a little goes a long way.  And I do like gold jewelry; but much prefer silver for day to day use.  You seem to take the cake with this one:

Now this little side-spur brought me to the above and I've now learned you are a long term breast cancer survivor.  So, I guess this answers my question about whether or not you've questioned your mortality.  And I'm very happy for you and proud that you support Wear Red Day.  But that doesn't really get you off the hook for your other behavior.  In fact, it rather puts you on the hook, allegorically speaking.  And even more so that you have three adopted children.  A Guatemalan daughter and two sons from Russia.

I'm really having trouble reconciling this...
How can you work for an entity that condones a police force that would violently drag your daughter off the street and throw her in a van and throw her on a plane and then ship her off to a prison in a South American gulag?  How can you perform a job that supports someone who kow-tows to a despot who is known to kidnap children and force them to be his soldiers?  How can you look at your sons and not think of the life they might've ben leading if they hadn't lucked out and ended up in your care?  How can you sit at your glass desk every night and do this?  Is it because you are a twin?  Is one good and the other not so good?

You know, I was going to split this into maybe another blog or two; but I've changed my mind.  I'm just going to keep going until I'm done.  But I want to keep it light, too.  Here's something else we have in common via our shared date of the 19th.  The color turquoise!  It's in our aura too, baby.  And it's RARE!

Now for me, this is a "gimme."  It's my all time favorite color.  Always has been.  It's also my birthstone...can you say "Double Down"!??!  My brother John, when I think back, was also partial to the shade.  So, coo-coo-coo on this one!
But for now, it's back to the Q & A from the back of your yearbook...

Q. Laura, your Pet Peeve when you were in high school was: (approximation) Ted Hey & Co. Heafty & Lefty leftwing radicals...is this correct?
A. Who knows about the other stuff; but "left wing radicals" is pretty clear and present.
My wonderment is: where, at your tender age, in Connecticut of all places, in the early 80's, would you have ever met left wing radicals to become enpeeved by?  My concern was that you were becoming closed off to other ways of thinking at a gravely young age.  Perhaps you were RADICALIZED to the RIGHT?  Isn't this called REACTIONARY?
I must wonder if this is the case.  Do you consider yourself thus?  How did you become so at so young an age?
And you know, I wouldn't care about this in any other circumstance.  Any other time and/or place...I mean, it's a free country.  Right?  Right?
But you want to impose this viewpoint on everyone else.  That's the problem.  You want to take away the Left's right to be "Leftys."  Right?  This is what is called FASCISM.  And you and the people you support are trying to make the term FASCISM a hate word so that when you are rightly called on your hate, you can say the people calling you on it are the ones who hate.  This is right out of the work of Gerorge Orwell; who our President recently praised at a swanky dinner party in jolly olde England, guv'ner!  Do you think he even knows who Orwell is? And you also don't like being called NAZIs.  And yet our President, who you support, has not denounced the Neo NAZI movement.  In fact, has used them to his advantage.  We all know who and what Nazis are.  I mean, we've all seen Hogan's Heroes!  

I think we all need a little primer on FASCISM right now; because, yes...the word is being bandied about with a concerning amount of frequency; and too, it's antonym: ANTIFA; although I'm not sure that is actually an antonym of it.  But how many of us know the more detailed meanings?  I'll get into this in a minute; but first...it's time for a                                                                                           HEALTH BREAK!
I had a colonoscopy today for a routine screening of my lower bowels!  Boy, did I have a good time EVACUATING them last night!  Have you ever had a colonoscopy Laura?  I imagine you have, what with cancer being a real concern (not that it's not a real concern for everyone...but you know what I mean).  It was my second one.  I had my first around 50 and now my second around 60 (we're only two years apart, so you can relate!).  Now, on my first one, I thought I'd be like awake for it, like in a twilight gassing type sitch, whilst they stuck the camera up my butt, 'cuz that's what I saw on TV.  I mean, were you awake when they stuck the camera up your butt?  Is there footage (Har-Har!)?  But no.  I was administered Propofol (sounds kind of Russian, doesn't it?  (Russian Accents) "General Propofol had an unfortunate accident with a window, he did not see and walked right into it..."  "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that Lieutenant Dimitrovitz.  Was it a sliding glass patio door, like they love so much in Amerika?"  "Yes.  The fifty-third floor patio...that last step is doozie!"
Propofol puts you into a sleep so fast and so black, there's no time to consider what's happening.  And then you're awake again.  Talk about existential!  All this is a rather protacted way to say: MAKE SURE YOU GET A ROUTINE COLON CHECK AT THE RECOMMENDED AGE!  I mean, that is, if you're lucky like Laura and I; and have medical insurance and/or can afford to pay out of pocket and having it done is in no way a financial issue, like for most Americans, right Laura?  Here's some more information:

Now, moving on to FASCISM, Laura...I think this recent event is toe-dully ap-pro-props-a-rama!  Now, my boss doesn't want me talking about Politicos very much (at all)...he says it's "not my brand"); but, since I studied MEDIA and you are a MEDIA PROFESSIONAL; I wanted to get your PROFESSIONAL OPINION on the following.  Let me find a clip...please hold...

Oh did you see this Laura?  Totes hilaire!  Worth the watch, as they say!

Now my first question is this: do you think when Mr. Miller abruptly stopped talking; was it an audio issue?  I mean, he has been on your show a lot.  And I'm sure he's had mic problems or earpiece problems.  Please feel free to leave comments below.

Now, I guess the next, more disturbing question is...why did CNN "adjust" the footage?  And I guess my next question would be: "Do you think the President has "plenary" power?  I'm sure you know what the word means.  You're pretty smart.  Smart enough for me to not go into this next part; but you can always scroll down to the part where I offer you some LIFE COACHING.  Yeah, that's gonna be my new gig.  And you're my FIRST CLIENT...like it or not!
So let's talk about George Orwell and his novel, 1984.  And let's get into the mood with a little SEX CRIME, shall we.  Take it away EURYTHMICS!

Ahhh...Post-Apocalyptic Synth-Pop at it's very finest.  Did you ever rock out to this tune at, oh, maybe The Pickle Barrel in Killington, VT?  Or was Vermont too woke, even in 1984.  Too Lefty?

Laura, here's a question that's apropos-po of nothing...
Do you ever turn away from watching someone eat, like when they're sitting across the table from you when you're out to dinner at say, Rao's in Manhattan (and did you know you can get their sauce at the Kroger's?  At least, I think it's their sauce...it must be; it's like 9 bucks for the medium sized jar!)?  Like, you turn away because you start thinking about the "concept" of eating.  Like, you're putting a lovely piece of food in your mouth and then using your teeth to mash it up and mix it with saliva so that you can swallow it and have it drop down to a bag in your stomach that's full of acid that further disintergrates it so that it can then--well, you get the idea.  Have you ever been out to eat with Stephen Miller?  And watched him put forkfulls of say this...

(You met in LaLaWood for a quick, exclusive nosh) into his mouth and then watched him move his jaw up and down and maybe wipe red sauce off his plate and then the corners of his mouth got stained with the red sauce.  Did you tell him about that?  Is watching Stephen Miller masticate a pleasant experience? Did you imagine the veal coming out the other end?  Did you wonder if he's ever had a colonoscopy?  Did you recommend he get one as he's nearing the age where doctors suggest that you have the procedure done (45 btw--he's 40, but I think they're now saying as young as that...). Did you wonder what kind of toilet paper his wife buys to wipe their asses with because they probably, like every other human have to wipe their asses and that the toilet is perhapsThe Great Equalizer, even if it's gold and on a yacht?  Because you can put on a three thousand dollar suit or a Dior dress and sit up on National TV or in The Fucking White House, the most POWERFUL structure on Earth because you still have to shit and you're still just an amalgamation of water, cells and dyed-blonde hair or no hair at all.  That all this POWER is really only beneficial in the short term.  Do you ever wonder about things like this?  I do.  Maybe I shouldn't.  I guess colonoscopies (colonoscopys?) can get in your head, Laura.
​Moving on (and not necessarily our bowels)...

That was the cover of the copy I had of 1984 when I read it in 1980, when I was in 9th grade.  Did you read it in high school?  You probably did.  When it was assigned, I had a vague idea about what it was about; as it was embedded in modern culture, basically from the day it was published.  I knew it had something to do with the kind of government they had in Russia.  But that was it.  But then I read that first line.  Not a knock you over kind of first line; but it sucked me in immediately.
                                           
                                      It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen

I can't tell you the profound effect this book had on me.  It was perhaps the one book I could point to and say it was "life changing."  It opened my mind and my eyes to things I'd never considered before.  I mean, I was 14...I was more concerned with Clearasil and if wearing boat shoes would get me made fun of (you can relate Laura!).  This book kind of showed me the way of the world.  Or more, the way of the world if things went wrong.  And they seem to be going wrong now.  I'm literally from The Class of 1984, which was then and is still now kind of cool, due to the rad cachet of the term "1984."  It was Punk!

I have never seen this film.  I'm super curious now.  I remember when it came out.  I guess the prospect of being terrorized by Vincent Van Patten was a somewhat dubious proposition, even in 1982. Or was that Timothy Van Patten?  Besides, the novel was terrifying enough.  Setting it in a high school?  Whose idea was that?  Apparently Mark Lester, a filmmaker with a, shall we say, fascinating resume?  But I digress.
Now Laura, you know I'm into synchronicity and/or signs from The Universe.  Or maybe you don't; but I am.  So, when I was in beautiful Maricopa County recently, visiting the in-laws, I found a copy of Orwell's Animal Farm...the one with this cover:

Synchronicity Sidenote:
So, this stuff just happens to me all the time now, which really makes me feel like I'm living in a simulation; or that maybe I have a Cassandra like Shining.  Of course, ole Cassie was doomed that no one would listen to her... 
Mere hours after I posted that cover of 1984, I picked up a recent People Magazine (don't ask) and it flipped open to this page. First thing:

Laura, did you see those Penthouse photos of Ms. Williams?  I mean, how could you not have?  That issue made the rounds!  And that was a bush that once seen could not be forgotten!  All props to Ms. W.  "Twas a Loverly Bush!"  It was a bush to rival Jesse Watters's!  What's your bush sitch?  I'm thinking classic inverted triangle...But enough of this bush talk...
Now, Animal Farm was more overtly an allegory about Communism and/or The Soviet Union.  But I thought some of the notes in the book were trenchant and oh so very au courant:

I'm in the process of reading Animal Farm but it hasn't quite hooked me yet.  In continuing our little FASCISM lesson, I want to mention another SYNCHRONICITY.  I wanted to post something that was a thumbnail, you know; so, as I was surfing, this logo caught my eye:

Looks like something you might see on a sweater at Glastonbury High circa 1984, right?  Also, they happen to be my initials, so of course I noticed them.  This is also happens to be a logo from some period for The Council on Foreign Relations, which supplies us with our thumbnail.  You may think I'm purposely trying to be clever, but I'm not.  This shit just happens to me now.

That's basically really it.  It's that simple.  You can unpack more at the following link:
education.cfr.org/learn/reading/what-fascism

Also, the etymology of the word comes for the Ancient Roman term for a sort of ceremonial device.  Here's HAL's skinny:

Now, as a MEDIA PROFESSIONAL, you know that PROPAGANDA is an important, nay crucial part of any AUTHORITARIAN GOVERNMENT.  Now Laura, I'm not saying that you work for something along the lines of Agitprop or Reichspropagandaleitung or even The Ministry of Truth; no, I'm not "saying" that.  But I'm sure you know that for, say, The Nazi Party, it was so important, the head of the propaganda department was one of the highest ranking officials.  We all know who he was.  But do you know who his wife was?  Or his kids?

That picture is in black and white.  And the clothing really dates it.  It seems from the mists of the past, right.  An amorphous past that happened a million years ago, right Laura?  It has no bearing now.  No meaning.  But it does have an immediacy.  An immediate immediacy, particularly for me: a fact which just dawned on me.  So, before I get into Magda Goebbels story (and it will be a quick reminiscence); I wanted to play a little round of the "6 Degrees of..." game.  I call it the 3 Degrees of Reidyation; and since this involves my sister and a literal degree of three, I will refer to it as such here.  
                       
​                         I AM THREE DEGREES AWAY FROM ADOLPH HITLER AND/OR JOSEPH GOEBBELS

Now, I am not particularly proud of this--not that I would be--but I really just realized it like, twenty minutes ago.  Here's the story.  My lovely sister Kate (Ann), pictured below, sometime in the late 80's or early to mid 90's:

Long story short.  Kate was born in September of 1964 which puts her right between you and I, Laura, on the Grand Scheme of Things Timeline. I think this shot was taken of her when she worked at Saugus Travel.  That job led her to Australia after she had become trained/certified to teach SCUBA diving, which she did on a charter yacht (no gold toilets, as far as I know) as well as galley cook and so on.  She met her husband on one of these boats, as he was the skipper.  They got married, have two kids etc. Anyways...
On one of these excursions; one of the guests on the boat was an older woman named "Leni."  I'm talking like, really older. She was in her early 90's at the time, I believe.  And she was freakin' Scuba diving off the Great Barrier Reef.  One time, when I saw Kate around that time, she asked me: "Have you ever heard of a lady named Leni Riefenstahl?"  I looked at her funny.  I was a bit surprised to hear this name coming from my sister.  "You mean the famous director who made propaganda films for Hitler?"  She nodded.  "Yes.  That's her!  I have her autograph for you!"  She went to her suitcase and retrieved a postcard with a black and white image on it and Riefenstahl's signature.  I still have it somewhere.  I think the image was either an old head shot of Leni or maybe a still from one of her movies: Triumph of the Will, maybe...oh, wait...here it is...it just leapt off the search engine at me:

Kate, knowing my interest in film history, got the autograph, which apparently Leni would freely give, as she had postcards to do just that, at the ready.  So, Kate told me more details.  Apparently Leni had a health scare on the boat; like, maybe got the benz or something?  Or passed out on the deck?  I said to Kate: "You know, she like, cemented the look of the Third Reich, with her propaganda films.  A lot of people wonder why she's still a free person..."  Kate nodded.  "Yeah," she said.  "A lot of people didn't know who she was but word started to get out and then some of the other passengers were upset.  We all just thought she was this nice old lady with a German accent!"
So, I'm never sure how to play this game.  Kate is my sister; so is that zero degrees of connection or one?  If it's zero, then I'm like two degrees away from Hitler and Goebbels.  If it's one, then I'm three degrees away.  That's pretty fucking close, any way you cut it!  I think you can see the point here, Laura.  Hitler and Goebbels were not some nebulous, forgotten CONCEPT that happened a million years ago.  I've got a two degree connection to it.  That's how immediate it is.  That's how, IT CAN HAPPEN HERE, it is.

Now Magda Goebbels story is a sobering one.  A true cautionary tale, if there ever was one.  You see, she murdered not only herself; but all of her children; in Hitler's bunker.  Now your first thought, as mine was, might be: WHAT AN EVIL BITCH.  But it's also very sad, I think too.  Which brings us to the word EVIL, Laura.  Another word that is thrown around so much, it's lost some of it's power.  But how powerful is EVIL?  Some have said, it's so commonplace as to be banal.  Do you think this image is banal?

That's a poster for what was basically Hitler's Girl Scouts.  

Actually, the American poster is way more banal.  I would argue that the German Girl's League looks a lot more fun, wouldn't you?  I mean, I'm sure they had tennis!  Definitely hair braiding!  You didn't have to wear a bustenhalter (umlauts over the "U")!

What's this?  ...basketball?

Ooops...now how did that get in there?

                                                                  THE BANALITY OF EVIL

Now that sounds familiar.  Who said that?
Hannah Arendt.  I don't know a lot about her...let's take a quick peek...

If TWINS are a theme here, then I guess Hannah would be the reversal of say...Leni Riefenstahl, right?  Or should I say left?  Or is she too LEFT, Laura?  Is she too WOKE, what with her taking the time to write a book about the threat of TOTALITARIANISM?  But yes, she did coin that phrase: THE BANALITY OF EVIL.  Meaning, more or less...that you don't have to be some rabid, invective screaming from a balcony potentate to be Evil.  Or to be part of an Evil undertaking or allowing an Evil undertaking to occur by being passive or apathetic or denying it.  Or condoning it; which, I'm sad to say, you and your FOX AND FRIENDS are doing.  You make $15,000,000.00 a year from FOX NEWS.  That's FIFTEEN MILLION DOLLARS A YEAR.  Is that part of why you are doing it?  Or the only reason you are doing it?  
I want to wrap this blog up.  I said I was going to finish what I had to say here, here.  But I've changed my mind.  I have one more blog I want to write to you.  One with some thought and perhaps some prayers...
Remember Magda Goebbels?
Yes, how could you forget her?  She cyanided her six children and then offed herself along with her hubs, who had been more or less the Rupert Murdoch of the 30's Deutsch version of FOX NEWS.

I mean, that could be any Connecticut family, couldn't it?  Or American.  Although no one can really afford that many kids anymore.  But the thing was, this could've been prevented.  I mean, you could say she was trying to protect her children in some misguided way...but she knew that what her husband and the people he worked for were doing was WRONG.  Not just wrong...I believe the word she used was PERVERTED.  So, she knew.  Even still, claimed that what they were doing was right (not left).  Her children, she felt, would be hounded if they survived; for what she and her husband had done...so she took them out.  But don't you think they might've liked a say in it?
Magda seemed like she was maybe a pretty nice person.  Sweet, perhaps?  Kind?  Pleasant?  You can see she clearly loved her children.  You can't fake that.  

But she ended up in a hole in the ground.  A nicely appointed one, I'm sure.  But still a hole.  And does anyone really want to end up in a hole before they have to?  Maybe we need to think about the hole before we end up in it, right Laura?  I mean, what if you end up in a bunker, Laura?  Would you find out what a bunker mentality is?  Would you really want to?
I wouldn't.

Looks kind of Freedom Curtailing, duddinit?  But that gas tank is blue...almost turquoise...remember Laura...that's your Aura.
See, we're poets and we don't even know it's!

For the next blog in this series, please see PART 5:
THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS FOR LAURA INGRAHAM

CFR   11/13/2025