My last Good Crazy Woman blog was published on January 15, 2021. It was titled “I Wish I Were My Dog.” It was about my beautiful dog Sasha, who went to heaven in August that year. My heart ached reading it.
The world was still spiraling in chaos with COVID-19 deaths, vaccines, and mandates, and the U.S. was, well, maintaining the course after a turbulent post-presidential election.
Four years later, we have two new pups. Rocky Balboa, a three-and-a-half-year-old Boykin Spaniel/American Staffordshire/Miniature Pinscher. And Tilly, a two-and-a-half-year-old pure Beagle granddaughter of champions. And believe me, she acts like it.
What can I say about the world and the United States? Many truths are coming to light about COVID-19 and the government’s response to the pandemic.
The aftermath of body counts is not just the dead but the millions of school-age children who lost two years of mental, physical, and social development.
Social and legacy media in the U.S. are gradually taking the mask off, revealing censorship tactics that the Spanish Inquisition would have copied in a second.
I think that is why I subconsciously decided to write again today, Friday, January 10th, 2025, while drinking my morning coffee. I feel freedom is finding its way.
I will share my personal experience, not hearsay. My second-to-last blog, “New Year: New Life or The Same?” was taken down from my feed by Facebook after it flagged it as “misinformation.” The platform not only erased it from the web but also canceled my advertising account.
My guess? One paragraph mentioned my opposition to the dictatorial tone of world governments and the restriction of civil liberties in the name of public health.
But as the saying goes, “nothing lasts forever.” The other side, at least in the U.S., strapped the gloves on and started to punch back on November 5, 2024. It seems to me we are all getting our mojos back.
Thank you for reading!
Xiomara Spadafora
Good crazy woman 