Porcupine Picnic

I moved to New Hampshire in 2020 to help out my parents and also get away from the retards in Massachusetts.

Unfortunately, it didn’t take New Hampshire Governor, Chris Sunuflu long to become Charlie “Cuck” Baker’s lapdog as soon as the 2020 election was over.

A relatively open state turned into Nazi Germany overnight with mask and shot mandates and "give me your name and phone number and vax status to shop/eat/work here" in every city and town.

Eventually, the RINOs in the state got their heads out of their collective ass and backed off on some of it.  However, tons of people lost their jobs, businesses, and homes over the last five years.

Property taxes are through the roof and schools are bankrupt even though teachers and administrators couldn’t be bothered to open the doors for over a year.

I think a lot of state employees are still “working” from home because, good luck getting any of them to answer the telephone or man the desk behind the plexiglass in public buildings.

Meanwhile, cities ARE sending cease and desist orders to home pickle producers and endorsing "safe haven" proclamations elevating one group of people over another in the more “progressive” college towns.

Healthcare workers and students are STILL being discriminated against with mask and vax mandates and doctors and nurses continue to gaslight patients who are suffering and dying after taking experimental injections at their urging.

Money is flowing into the coffers of the Dartmouth Health monopoly while they sexually mutilate confused gay kids and neglect the elderly and throw more and more expensive drugs at them until the Medicare Supplemental PPO money runs out.

Once you get cost prohibitive, Watch Out!

Apartment houses are being bought up by affluent assholes from out of state and ordinary working people are in no position to get a mortgage for a dump in a decaying city for $425K.

My apartment was bought less than a week ago by Fun Size Adam Lambert and his Granny from Vermont and they want it for themselves.

Hell, it’s your property. 

However, if you think broadsiding a bitter, old, fat lady who can only find contract work with a 30-day eviction notice is cool, you really are trash no matter how much money you have.

I will be spending Labor Day weekend looking for apartments and packing my stuff for storage in case I need to couch surf again.

New Hampshire is no Porcupine Picnic.