Drainin' Da Swamp! (a short tale of moldy toxins + toxic gubbamint)

the MOSES FAMBLY SWAMP here's been hostin' a microcosm of the FIGURATIVE SWAMP in DeeCee an' both've 'em'll make ya sick!

I’ve been a mite outta the loop thanks ta gettin’ hit with this mega dose of some kinda toxic mold from the swamp that recently became our basement. We got WEAPONIZED WEATHER ta thank fer it too!

• Thus / first… a quik apology if I’ve missed yer postin’s or notes, my friends; I’ll surely try ta heat up the ol’ griddle ta take care of all that got back burnered while I wuz….kinda fried myself!

My gettin’ hit with what felt like 1000 baseball bats after takin’ in a big lungful of mold PLUS havin’ ta see my worse-than-I’d-imagined clot-shot-damaged Ma (that’ll be an’nuther quik postin’ but know that too wuz like 1000 more bat-hits fer me…arguably worse’uns!) knocked this particular Daisy fer a loop! (a wilted Daisy chain even! but thankfully it didn’t break the chain or me either!)

So first a fast hist’ry lesson:

a mighty fine illustration fer y’all ta enjoy coverin’ all the corruption an’ swamp-like critters that were stingin’ Uncle Sam (aka our so-called Democratic Republic) EVEN back in ‘09 (1909 Library of Congress)

Did’ja all know that the term “Drain the Swamp” dates back ta at LEAST 1909? Oh yessiree an’ folks wuz smellin’ the rot an’ the stagnation an’ the festerin’ fetid bong water that defined our gubbamint EVEN back then—even ‘FORE WWI, ‘FORE the FED!

’Cept most of us didn’t know that.

Soitenly I didn’t learn it in “skool,” which at best only skimmed over tales of corruption an’ internal rot like a skeeter on a pond (exactly, in fact!)—which bugs me no end! (tee hee couldn’t resist that’un).

Disney programmin’ from the 70’s; United Nations “Hero Mice” Bernard & Bianca in their bug-driven leaf boat (da bugs save the day!) about ta rescue “Penny” the kidnapped orphan from bein’ “used” an’ snuffed! How prescient! How ODD that the RESCUERS come from the UN an’ the traffickers hideout is in a SWAMP!

So yup, our history includin’ all things swampy were SUBMERGED along with any true treasures (like free energy!) Not ta knock what we once had (a Republic if we could’a kept it!) but if we weren’t taught about the rot, no way could we have known the level of remediation needed! No way could we have possibly done sumthin’ preventative cuz it was more ‘r 'less HIDDEN from view (‘cept fer a few glimpses of swamp creatures comin’ up for air!) Nope, we were told our country was DA BEST hands down… I DO recall learnin’ ‘bout the Teapot Dome Scandal an’ Boss Tweed / Tammany Hall (natch) but so much was LEFT OUT, those little glimpses were drops in the bucket! ‘Bet’cha your history own lessons also skeetered right over that swamp too like Evinrude’s leaf boat up thar!
(Evinrude is also the name of an outboard motor.)

So first, let’s take it in that THE SWAMP has been a “known concept” for OVER A CENTURY in the US of Ehhh. That’s a lotta time festerin’….

No vunder it’s so foul & deep! AND while the swamp in DeeCee keeps gettin’ DEEPER an’ STINKIER an’ FOULER than a FATBERG in a NYShitty Sewer….

Our BASEMENT SWAMP HERE seems ta be life imitates “ahrt”…. a perfect “replica” of the SWAMP that is our gubbamint! Take a look-see here—it ain’t purdy anyhow but now yer lookin’ at nearly a foot of bilge water thar an’…. CRUMBLING’ “INFRASTRUCTURE” an’ a weakened / leanin’ foundation! AND…. a lotta DIRT! Gorsh that sounds like Warshington! :

Daisy’s “Blue Plate Special” Basement Swamp thanks ta the geo-engineered weather “event” that served us up PLATEFULS of MOLD an’ even grew MUSHROOMS!

Also, I ain’t jokin’ when I say not only mold grew down thar but mushrooms too! Some are literaly floatin’ in the soup (along with that fly doin’ the backstroke!)—none are magic tho!

EVEN WORSE—the entire CAUSE of that toxic soup from the floodin’ wuz the result of an ENGINEERED WEATHER EVENT—no way it could’a been otherwayz bein’ so rare an’ comin’ on so sudden an’ so intensely.

STORMY WEATHER—KEEPS RAININ’ ALL THE TIME! like here in Upstate NewYawk!—take a moment ta enjoy sum’ Lena…

A TWISTER from the TWISTED!

So how’d that SWAMP happen? ‘Bout 2 weeks ago we had an “unexpected” wild ‘n wooley TORNADO here in upstate NewYawk boonie land. Mind ya this ain’t like the rare “hurry-cane” Sandy* (wuz that planned too?) in my hometown NYC where we were also surrounded by water so at least those weather events made sense since such things “brew” over water—-but this land up here NEVER gits tornados accordin’ ta all the old timers “from here” that we spoke ta.

Tho’ the worst of the tornado hit folks ‘bout a half hour’s drive away from us, flippin’ off sturdy roofs like they wuz Tiddley Winks, rippin’ off exterior walls like they wuz barely-sticky Post-It Notes—that dang devil of a engineered weather dervish RIPPED thru our area like Evil Knievel Hell-bent on breakin’ a new speed record (wreck-hurd!) an’ as many bones to boot!

*Hurricaine Sandy—planned weather disaster….Sandy HOOK—planned psyop. Coincidence?

The thang came on all-sudden-like with torrential rains an’ hyper fast winds. The daytime sky turned fake-eek-lips-dark “on a dime”—all WITHOUT WARNIN’ AND we all know what that means (surprise surprise!). Phones BUZZED their fool “red alert” only DURIN’ the dang disaster so humans could not have been PREPARED for this.

Trees on our small patch’o yard fell down right ‘cross the road blockin’ it, huge branches of the oldest ’uns ripped off an’ FLEW inta the road or the adjoin’in ditch (an’nuther traffic hazard), an’ one maple landed on a power line wire (thankfully no fire) but we wuz lucky; we only lost power for a day—some folks we know lost it for 5 or more. Such grid-lock (meanin’ lockin’ the grid….) is part’ve the plan! Groomin’ us ta git used to it.

Parked air planes—big ‘uns too!—were literally moved off runways! The entire region up here wuz CRAZY-TOWN for the day! Tho’ thank the lord we were safe from the “eye” of the “storm” (EYE OF THE LASER?!), the sheer force of that wind & water was SO strong that the way our basement flooded was that the water literally was PUSHED thru the chinks in our “shack’s” STONE foundation like it was cheesecloth! We’ve gotten small amounts of water before but NOTHIN’ like this! For DAYS we had a swimmin’ pool there an’ no way ta drain it! (We gotta save up fer a “sump pump!”). An’ while we waited fer that swamp ta drain—the MOLD GREW!

The PLAN really STINKS!

Of course them Eugenicists (You Gene-e-Cysts!) & Co. wanna flood us out, ruin our houses, smoke us out (them wildfihres!), pollute-us-out, DEW us out/DEW us “in”, vaxxx us out, an’ more while turnin’ the food supply inta dust (or ashes ta be specific).

Orpheus & Daisy descend inta The UNDERWORLD on a RESCUE MISSION! (he to rescue Eurydice, I ta rescue some terlet paper!)

So after a couple days livin’ with this flood-mess that filled our basement “cement pond” (more pond than cement as ya see), I had ta go down ta said “SWAMP” ta fetch some terlet paper! We store wrapped stuff down thar for lack of a better place ta keep it. When I went down them ol’ steps I started ta smell mold—strong it wuz too! Along the way down I noticed that a pair of pitch black slacks I’d laundered (by hand as we got hard water / no “equipment” yet…) had turned 12 shades of green & two of PINK! (yes pink) durin’ those couple days. Takin’ them steps down I didn’t intend ta breathe deep but WOWEE—somethin’ hit my lungs like a MACK TRUCK goin’ full speed down the highway!

Somehow I took just one breath an’ it was like I’d sucked on a moldy exhaust pipe!

At FIRST I hadn’t thunk ‘bout it other than how foul it was but within ‘bout 24 hours I was DOWN.

Like I said up top—it felt like I’d been BEATEN all over with a baseball bat—every muscle, joint, body part ached an’ had sharp pains shootin’ thru ‘em—even my jaw! my fingers! All of it! I had a throbbin’ non-stop headache an’ somehow it gave me some kinda (sorry icky) UTI as I was peein’ battery acid! Nothin’ didn’t hurt (lol). Fer the battery acid, I stared takin’ DMannose like it wuz goin’ outta style an’ downin’ sour, tooth-etchin’ glasses of Vitamin C (ascorbic acid) like I was a sailor with scurvy but nothin’ seemed ta help at first.

ALSO—I had a horrible dry, hackin’, persistent cough an’ couldn’t take in AIR. I’ve never had “the asthma” but this was like if I’d stuck my head in a flour bag an’ each time I took a breath I could only take in a TINY bit of O2 without coughin’ a blue streak!

For two days I barely moved. I did finish my Céline Dion postin’ (it had been nearly done when I got sideswiped) but more or less I only got up ta reposition my HEPA filter machines an’ let ‘em rip on HIGH. I took in some bone broth but I had no appetite—I don’t even recall what I cooked fer the fam—I know one night it was just farmer hot dawgs an’ mustard… it’s all a BLUR (oh yup, with the mold came brain fog too).

The LUCKY-NOT-LUCKY TRIP…

Whooooah! While I was delirious from the “mushroom” growin’ in my basement—still from that one whif of foul moldy air—we had ta make a verrrry long an’ otherwise unplanned last minute TRIP.

We HAD ta see my Ma ‘fore my girls classes started—sort of a command performance, sort of a reprieve. It’s a long story but after FIVE years of bein’ BANNED from seein’ fambly members (fer fear we’d “infect” ‘em not bein’ jabbed ‘n all…) we were FINALLY permitted ta visit my clot-shot-damaged Mama an’ we didn’t have time on our side as my girls had classes startin’ THIS WEEK.

We had a tiny winda ta git this trip in—an’ no way could I tell my Ma I’d been mold-blasted as she’d insist on gettin’ me medical (medi-CULL!) attention AND mebbe would refuse ta see me fer fear of “contagion.” The good news wuz that by gettin’ outta this house I was a WHOLE week AWAY from all the mold! Indeed I started ta mend—each day a bit better.

Regrettably I’d run outta Methylene Blue but I kept up with the mega-dose Vitamin C an’ got me some Cranberry caps (fer the “battery acid” condition where my coolant should’a been) an’ slowly but surely I started emergin’ from my own personal internal swamp! The aches got better, the hackin’ cough settled, an’ I started ta be more upright (had to on the long car trip!). My younger daughter is a worrier an’ had actually asked me if I waz gonna up ‘n die on her—egads!

I felt I’d bounce back but wuzn’t sure how or when… I gotta friend livin’ in a moldy house that’s been thru two types of cancer (she also cain’t afford ta remediate), an’ an’nuther dear ol’ friend whose immune system was totally wrecked by a mold situation—she has ta cary an epi-pen with her 24/7 an’ has never been the same since (she also gits sporadic COPD…)

So I was surprised I bounced back fairly quickly even tho’—yeah, it was BAAAAAAD fer a few days thar an’ my girls were skeered the condition would “stick!”

Bein’ an actress (act-truss!) comes in handy when ya gotta convincin’ly hide it from yer Ma (or others) that yer feelin’ like a hangin’ human punchin’ bag right outta Gold’s Gym! Of course a mixed blessin’ is that we discovered my ma ta be SO OUT OF IT that I frankly dunno if she would’ve noticed my condition EVEN if I hadn’t pretended ta be fine…. A sad story I’ll soon share with y’all…. but anywhoo…

What I DID NOT KNOW

If hindsight were 20/20 I would NOT have gone down in that basement without a MASK on at ALL.

DON’t LOOK IN THE BASEMENT!

Yes, a proper mold mask with canisters (not an N95 “Covidian Costume face cork” btw), which I now have AT THE READY, HELPS a bundle!

Thankfully I’m truly on the mend now—not 100% but let’s say 70% or so which is HUGE; the achin’ is down ta a dull roar to the point where I can totally tolerate it, even tune it out. I’m more ‘r less back ta the “Lyme Lite,” a mite cloudy in the head with a chance of meatballs… as such BIZARRE weather events do indeed go well with both meatballs & nutbars!

For now the mega Vit. C is now routine—it cain’t hurt an’ I DO think it’s what helped me the most.

Of course we don’t know what they’ll bring on NEXT or if they DO decide ta do an ENCORE! (I’m sure we’ll get repeat performances…mebbe comin’ to a weaponized “war theater” near you?)

Givin’ Thanks (NOT!)

So lemme first take a moment to NOT THANK our rotten WEATHER WEAPONIZIN’ gubbamint (an’ the SWAMP an’ the GLOBALIST WEENIES) fer this “gift” that turned me inta human MANHOLE COVER feelin’ like I was bein’ stomped on, driven over, battered, an’ all steamed up for the better part of a week.

With NO thanks ta them—I’m still kickin’!

An’ tho’ I’m also NOT grateful for the sorry state of my Ma (comin’ soon) due ta the weaponized “countermeasures” used against her—I AM thankful we had ta make that trip tho’, cuz a few days outta da mold did me good an’ of course—unspoken is my girls may never see their gran’ again.

An’ what about dat SWAMP chez Daisy?

Wull the one in our basement finally drained—it’s still kinda wet down there an’ I’m SURE the mold yet lurks (we cain’t afford ta remediate it now / yet, but we’re lookin’ inta UV-C lightin’ as a temporary “patch” an’ also at sump pumps!) but at least it’s not a full-out half-drained algal fish tank left ta form a speckled crust…. Also, now recognizin’ that we have HOLES in the foundation which is SLIDIN’ (thanks ta the TORNADO!)—egads!, we helpfully learned that we gotta save up ta fix the holes blown inta stonework of an entire wall! (talkin’ ‘bout backhanded benefits—oy!)

So, sigh. As Roseanne Roseannadanna said, “It’s ALWAYS something!”

An’ while OUR own SWAMP is now a work in progress—drained once, but still wet ‘n festerin’… we yet have that DEECEE SWAMP ta contend with (that’s all’ve us)…

That swamp’s not even partly drained yet an’ boy golly it’s likely got MORE actively toxic spores an’ festerin’ DIRT than the lap-dance pole at Bada-Bing!

WHO will DRAIN IT?

The glib go “glub glub” in their swampy little CLUB but I don’t see it SHUTTIN’ DOWN. Not a sign. I see a funky comb-over makin’ noise but NO WHITE HATS. As far as I can tell, this club remains OPEN (I’m GLAD we’re not in it…) an’ the toxins still git inta the ether, distributed by air. SWAMP seems ta have ‘round the clock hours an’ I don’t see anythin’ posted that sez “closin’ soon.” Do you?

Swamp CREATURES are still (s)elected, still holdin’ office—still holdin’ COURT among their minions on BOTH SIDES of the UNIPARTY. One side may be less heinous than the other but NOBODY is DRAININ’ THE SWAMP. So pardon me while I COUGH!

I’m a’ waitin’ fer the pool guy ta come with the net an’ the “drain snake…” That’s the poor schlub of a pool guy. He’s more likely ta do it than the “COUNTRY CLUB” owners… that’d be “our” Country…. their Club…

Packin’ up this swampy tureen “to go” with a tale of what some say is a “good mold” aka Blue Bread Mold… I’m not so sure ‘bout the benefits of penny-silly-ann today… but nevertheless it’s a fun song about a bona fide MOLD!

an’ meantimes—I’m doin’ my level best ta break da MOLDS! ALL KINDS!
’til soonz!
Daisy

NOW ya kin buy me a cuppa java if ya like, alwayz grateful!
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BONUS BEATS!

Startin’ out with The Talkin’ Heads “Swamp”…

Sharin’ some of Oscar the Grouch’s true feelin’s ‘bout swamp fishin’ (bein’ deemed illegal)

An’ a LAST WORD from SHREK!

If yer not there ta clean it up an’ clear it out—go home! ;-)