Monday, March 16, 2026

Suppress The Oppressors!!

I knew that  the Winn Dixie up the street is soon going to close to make way for an Aldi's Market or something. I didn't know that everything in the store was going to be sold off at steep discounts.

The 'stats' tell a different story...

That was until  I went there yesterday to find a mostly empty store with all the merchandise slid to the ends of the shelves closest to the registers.

Coming in with  only 6 days left until the doors close forever, as I did, I felt the knowledge hit me that, for the past month or so, I had been paying 60% more than I had to on whatever I had eaten..

I shook my  head, was unable to find sardines, and so took liberties with the sardine fast and substituted crab meat, oysters, and a can of fat free chicken breast meat, of the more healthy (expensive) kind...

There was a  bag of ground coffee, Imported from Sweden that always looked good whenever I had seen it in the store. Good, and expensive...

But, at 60%  off of the usually $28 bag, I decided to bag one...

And then, a  "$20" bottle of 2018 Bogle Cabernet Sauvignon, which rang up at $6.49 for some reason that I didn't question, and the last can of Fancy Feast in the store completed my frolic. Harold would be stuck with salmon pate... 
 

The total of what I spent coming to exactly $40.00 even, was an odd enough "against the odds" coincidence to make me think that the handful of cashiers, with only 2 registers open, who are going to be replaced in less than a week; might be just winging it and rounding everything to the nearest dollar and, (I wouldn't blame them if they were) perhaps skimming a little cream off the top on their way out the door, type of thing.

They were the  older black ladies, one kind of plump with a butch type hair style, the other a skinny one. Out of all the employees in there, they have been the ones I have gotten smiles out of. Some of the 99% African American staff in there cast dirty looks upon me and generally would only take their headphones off long enough to say "I don't know," before replacing them, every time I had attempted to say: "There's no price on the cherries," or something. They wouldn't "know," because they hadn't heard the question cause they had their headphones in and only saw my lips move, so they *were* being honest....

But, the older  ladies were in high spirits, talking and laughing...

Today I think  I'm going to acquire cash before going there and, after they ring my stuff up, that I'm going to aim for being in the $35 range, I'm going to say; "Would you take $20 cash for it?" wink wink...type of thing..

I want my  Roberto Mondavi Private Selection 2018 Cabernet Sauvignon for 5 bucks, c'mon, work with me!! -type of thing...

I'm happy to  have the new toy of my Python3 script encouraging me to get back to blogging again..

I am realizing  I bore more responsibility for the drop in readership from around 600 people a day, from all over the world, to about 15 a day..

There were some  dark periods, around "the lockdown," when my alcohol, weed, fentnyl, viagra and porn addiction might have been tending to bleed over into my creative writing endeavors; try as I may have been doing to compartmentalize the two... lol

I fell out  of the habit of adding labels, search descriptions and alternative text to photos; and of writing subject matter that won't trigger the algorithm to 'suppress' the posts..

That is the  word that "they" used when I used Meta AI to investigate this drop in eyeballs and prove to me that I hadn't been shadow banned. "Shadow banned, hahaha, we get that all the time; no, no, no. Blogs themselves have fallen out of fashion, have you considered trying Substack, or maybe X, where you might find more like minded people, and not have your posts suppressed.

...than the impression of suppression given, to perhaps make me rethink things and "correct my course," and start being more pro-antifa, or something...

I think that  word is intentionally being used as a dog whistle and a nod to some 'suppress the opressor' ideoloy over at Alphabet, but I digress and am risking becoming a victim of suppression...

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